Amaimon: A Short Story

He pressed in, hands gripping his brother's hips tightly as he thrust flush against him. All the way as he came harder than he had in a very long time. Mephisto's eyes closed tightly, groaning lowly, it seemed to last forever and yet, not near long enough. He wondered, mouth twisting into a cruel smirk in sick delight, if he had come enough to pudge his brother's stomach. It was a silly thought, but it certainly felt like enough. Wether or not his stomach had been or not didn't matter though because pulling out slowly and watching his cum spill out was more than enough. And spill it did, Mephisto watching with lustful eyes as it did, creating such a beautiful contrast against the red of his blood and abused skin. As his breathing slowed he lowered his hand, smearing his fingers in the mess before reached forward, fingers now shoving his way into the younger demons mouth, forcing him to taste it, no caring in the slightest if he was so close to passing

I've been so caught up in Armin that I've forgotten about the intense throbbing happening in between my legs. As Armin lets his hands slip in between my boxers and my jeans i let out a loud moan from pleasure. Armin begins to stroke my cock from the outside of my boxers and i rub against his hand, wanting him to touch me more and more. I flip us over so hes on top and I disconnect our lips. "Show me what those lips can do baby." I tell Armin, gently letting him slide onto his knees below me. Armin blushes as his hand begins to shake as he pulls down my pants. I look down at him as his eyes widen at my arisen throbbing cock that has sprung out of my boxers. "E-eren. You're so big." He says, eyes popping out of his sockets. "I don't know if i

He would more than readily admit how nice this actually was. He hadn’t been expecting to enjoy it. But then, he also hadn’t expected the clawed fingers to tug him closer, for one to lift and cradle his face, the other continuing to hold him so tenderly to Gilbert’s chest that he almost thought the other thought he’d break. He had had no idea a demon would even be capable of being so gentle and sweet, and he had to confess, he found himself wanting more. His own body pressed back against the pale chest, his tongue trying to mimic the others much more experienced one.

The crowd was lit up by the appearance of Meijin Javier, the animatronic dragons flames serving to ignite the passion of the crowd, as well as Meijin Bellatrix herself. She looked up to the dragon as it arrived on the scene, though she kept her head straight to give the appearance that she was simply staring at where she knew Javier would eventually be: The place where her opponent would have to stand. She found the dragon to be quite flashy and cool, though the uncomfortableness of her cold metal mask served to keep her lips almost permanently formed into a sort of frown.

Amaimon cringing made him growl even more, not liking such reactions. Lilith was not to be scared of him, but Amaimon always was. Any show of fear was a show of Amaimon's presence blocking Lilith and he hated that. Carefully, yet forcefully, he was pealing the layers of Amaimon back to reveal Lilith underneath. It wasn't easy. It took time and he was far from done, but lately Satan had begun to feel more confident in his results. Amaimon didn't fight as much, he was breaking and every break was a crack in that cocoon, one step closer to Lilith. One step closer to what father had promised him. Her. He'd given up the war just for that promise. He could live without his brother, but her. He needed her, so much so that getting her back was an obsession

Archon raised an eyebrow slowly as she corrected him. "Mistress, hm?" He mused, but didn't exactly have the time to debate the pedantics of addressing her. She pressed herself against him quickly, a pale hand on his chest, resting against the muscle under his own white skin. He felt the binding around him, the tethers that secured his power, loosen almost to the point where they vanished, and he grinned, rolling his shoulders slightly and shifting where he stood, obviously pleased by the sensation, and reminded of how being so powerful in this world was so enjoyable. "My price is a regular tribute of your lifeblood, and a soul pact."

“Sorry about that,” he muttered under his breath. Edward slowly dragged the body towards the door, extracted the keys from the corpse, and shoved it to the side. He systematically tried all the keys that belonged to the guard and let out a quiet sigh of relief when he heard a light snap from the lock. He was free after months of misery. He began to weep with joy but ceased almost immediately. Those tears would be saved for a different date. Now was the time for his revenge. He whispered to himself in the corridor,”Just wait you disgusting barbarians. I will receive my vengeance even if it kills me.”

By this point Ethan was standing at the end of the pit, staring in awe, tears filling his eyes as he realized that I had become one of the things that had repeatedly tried to kill him. I realized that I had destroyed; no not just destroyed I had completely desecrated his trust and our friendship was no longer going to last until we left.

Alex then walked in, he knew he was pure of heart, and he knew this could help in his plan. After what seemed to be hours, he finally arrived at the throne and saw the creature, draped with a cloak of human skin, sitting on the throne. When Alex saw the creature, he began to hear voices in his head, at first he didn't know what they were, but he soon realized that the voices, were of the trapped souls in the Castle of Flesh. The creature rose and began to speak. "You have come a long way, overcome several trials, just to gain your abilities. My question for you is...why?" Alex was a bit startled by the creatures horrendous voice, but Alex stood tall and answered. "My journey has been long and challenging, my abilities have made me a stronger being, I plan to extinguish the evil that haunts this world, but I couldn't do it just being human. My journey has brought me here, where I will acquire my final piece of the puzzle." The creature stood in awe at the young man, and he seemed to be impressed. "You...Have....Passed." the creature said as he turned into ash. Right that second, the castle began to crumble, Alex then ran, he ran fast, he ran faster than he has ever run, he closed his eyes, and when he opened them, he was above ground. as he looked up at the night sky, he felt himself change. He

The girl with blonde hair introduced herself as Yana, and I smiled at her. Sonzai asked if any of us were allergic to anything, and Ilya mentioned shellfish. I shook my head in response, since I wasn't allergic to anything luckily! Both Sonzai and Yana went into the back of the restaurant, where the kitchen was. "You know, I feel bad for the person having to start that game of tag, too. Same for the person who has to clean everyone's house," Monte said, "but I'm glad your order isn't as extreme as the others," "Tell me about Sonzai, Angel. He sounds... exhilarating."

General Poppy this way" said one of the doctors. Poppy follow them with Teemo in her hands as they follow the doctors and found themself in a room in no time. "General Poppy may you please remove your armor so we can exam you please" said one of the doctors. "No doctors you misunderstood i dont need help, its this kid i found his name is Teemo". "General Poppy i dont understand your clearly have wounds" as the doctor exam her arm which had a blood stain on it. "Ill be fine help the kid"said Poppy. " But General your". "Its a order" comanded Poppy As she cut them off. The doctor did as they was told to do. "Hows Teemo"asked Poppy. "General Poppy he is fine he just need some rest thats it. " General Poppy I am more worried about your wound so

Mephisto was rather surprised by the sudden reaction his mate had, cringing a bit. He whined, he hadn't let those surprised words slip out, it was painfully clear how upsetting they were to his husband. His hands raised in defense "I'm sorry, I'm sorry....just a baby...?" He tilted his head to look at the child, lowering his hands "after last night no less..."

It all started with a terrible screech. I shot up out of bed after I heard the shrill noise. I didn't know what could possibly make a sound like that. Groggily, I went outside to investigate. Only wielding an ax I found on my way, I was looking around when ‘it’ attacked. I heard a growling noise to my right, so I turned around only to see a hooded man crawling out of the bushes on his hands and feet. I have seen many types of infected, but none quite like this. It leapt at me and I attempted to block but it was too fast! Once on me he attempted to lacerate me first with his claws then with his fangs. I was pinned to the ground fighting this ‘thing’ for what seemed to be 10 minutes. Suddenly, I heard a gunshot and the creature fell over. I

The man stilled with rejection, his face grim and his beautiful mouth curling with distaste. He pushed her hand away and unashamedly moved up to find his discarded clothes lying on the elegant carpet. She watched him with awe, enjoying the magnificent view of his naked body display before her. As he casually dressed himself up, she looked at him with a stricken panic. He was clearly ending their time together.

I wasn’t graced with the opportunity to choose to obey or not, because I was dragged by my arms to the foot of his throne, inches from his feet. Firm hands on my shoulder pushed me to my knees. I tilted my head up, trying to maintain some regality from where I knelt, eyes level with his stomach. I looked up and there he was.