Diavolo holds you down as you squirm, hand firmly pressing your wrists still against the wall as he pushes his tongue deeper inside you. By pure skill, or perhaps it was magic, the demon is able to slip the long appendage a few centimeters past your cervix, the strange feeling making you gasp. Too much. You writhe in his hold, your back arching as he slips more in. Too little.
The Prince smirks, chuckling darkly as he flicks his tongue, the serpentine action sending pangs of heat rushing through you. From somewhere beyond the wall you were pressed against, comes the faint sound of voices, familiar ones and a flicker of your sanity returns, long enough for you to catch Diavolo's eyes darkening as he withdraws his tongue.
He pulls it back into his mouth, accidentally, perhaps purposely, flicking your clit with the tip and your mouth falls open, a loud mewl of his name dripping off your lips as you cum. You snap your eyes shut, digging your nails into the skin of his hand, eliciting a low groan from the Prince. Even with your eyes closed, you feel your world shifting, the hand on your wrists loosening only for it to wrap around your knees, another hand cradling your head.
"Dia..." You whimper, gasping for air.
"Patience, my Queen."
You choose to keep your eyes closed, taking advantage of the momentary pause to breathe, collecting your senses. By the time you've caught your breath, Diavolo had changed positions, you on his lap, facing the door as he tightens his hold on your waist, gently moving you over his erection, passing your clit each time.
The demon pushes your hair aside, drawing his fangs across your skin, giving you occasional bites, leaving marks wet with his saliva all over your neck and shoulders. Diavolo growls, lifting you enough to slip his cock inside you in one swift thrust as he bites down hard on your shoulder. Your eyes fly open, a short scream pulled from your throat as you writhe at the delicious stretch.
"T-Too... Much... Ple-Please..."
Diavolo only smirks against your skin. I... It's too much... Not enough... More...
"Thats not what your body is telling me." The Prince moves one hand up to tweak your nipple. "You're so wet, MC. So hot and tight."
As if to reaffirm his words, Diavolo thrusts, once, hard and deep.
"You feel so good, my Queen, so perfect."
Oh... Holy shit. You had just enough sanity left to process his words, making your body burn impossibly hotter. Diavolo pulls his mouth away from your neck, drawing his lips to your ear, briefly sucking on the sensitive skin below it before he draws his lips higher, biting down on the shell of your ear. The sharp pain draws a strangled moan from your lips and you instinctively tilt your neck, baring more skin.
"Oh? You seem to enjoy my bites. How curious." He laughs, the sound dripping with dark promises.
"Diavolo. Stop... Stop teasing..."
Your words are soft, ending in the quietest of purrs as the Prince draws his fangs across your skin once more.
"Of course, MC."
The demon pulls away, his hands hefting your legs up, placing you in a position that completely bared you to whoever happened to open the door. Your realization is accompanied with a small squeak as you reach around, placing your hands on his shoulders, trying to dislodge his hold on you. The Prince only laughs, delivering a sharp nip to your neck that holds you still.
"W-Wait. W-We can't... Not here..."
"But isn't that what you wanted? To let everyone see as I breed you, as I take you over and over again until you're drowning in lust."
