Obey me Harem Of Devildom

Broken Lust (The Time Before.)

      Asmo sat dantiy and elegant at his vanity. Each stroke of his brush against his perfect skin was purposeful. Pouting he sighed,
"No, no all wrong." Cleaning his face he starts again. Cosmetic's and cream sprawling all over the vanity each one well used. Surrounding him are pictures of himself in various posses each with a perfect smile, each with a perfect face. Music sweetly plays in the background, as he hums softly to it. Flowers of admiration born from a desire for his body lined his room their fragrance overpowering as they stand perfect in bloom and close to death. Candies half eaten and forgotten lay on his bed, along side well loved magazine's. Asmo paused carefully staring into the mirror and smiled weakly almost sad. He giggled for a moment then another. "So tired." He laughted. The dark circles under his eyes never seemed to disappear no matter the time he spent asleep. He took a deep breath fanning his eyes. Dipping a brush in a liquid lipstick he paints it on his lips. "Lovely, simple lovely." He whispers. A knock echoed in his room. "Yes!" He sings.
"Asmo another bouquet of roses has come for you." Satan said. "Where do you want it?" Asmo turns around and narrows his eyes.
"Throw them away." He says smiling broadly.
"Alright." Satan says turning around. Pausing he spoke over his shoulder softly "Oh Asmo, your lip stick is bleeding." Satan then smiled and left. Turning in a panic Asmo look closely at his reflection, damn it all he was right. Tears fell as he shook his head, throwing himself on to the floor and shivering. The music skipped and scratched before turning back on. "I am so tired. So very tired." He sobs hugging himself. His angelic heart screams at him and struggles to beat again under neither his polluted mind. Crawling over to the velvet bench he sits him self back up.

Asmo giggles as an incubus whispers promises of pleasure to him. A succubus sits aside his lap her lips caressing his neck.
"Mmmmmm" he mumbled his head falling back. She happily moved down his body unbuttoning and disheveling his clothes. Her perfume smelled of sickly sweet candy mix with sex. The incubus walk up behind Asmo and kissed his lip. His mind began to go hazy, as his heart beat faster. He perfered things this way, when his mind and body felt numb. The kiss broke suddenly, as the demon unzipped his pants. Without a second thought Asmo deep throated him. He felt the succubus begin to ride him.
"Your so beautiful Asmo." The incubus said caressing his throat "Let me take of you darling." Asmo eyes where dull as he skillfully made the incubus cum. Desire was so beautiful and simple. It was deliriously easy to go from one creature to another. Lust what a word, a word he once despised but he had simply not understood how wonderful it was. To act, to be on a stage to beloved by all who looked upon you. Asmo called out in ecstasy, he revealed in the cries for him to please the next person. He was loved for his beauty, he was wanted for his talents as long as the masked remain he would never be alone.