Teeth's Short Story: Amaimon Vs.

He realized that it really wasn't either of their faults, but the seasons, yet the side of him that always comforted Amaimon made him long to calm the younger. It just came naturally to him. "Shh...I just need a minute..." He murmured, giving a small smile. Thankfully Amaimon gave him just that, staying still long enough for him to become comfortable, unfortunately his back still stung terribly. It was because of this that he had moved, muttering a soft apology, though in all honesty he was not sure if it was heard. He kept his gaze low, a bit embarrassed, this was their first time after and it was all very thrilling, making his shiver with anticipation. Carefully he turned over offering himself fully, an act of pure submission as he spread his legs in a welcoming manner. He sighed softly at the cool air on his cuts and despite wanting to keep them therehe decided to heal himself a bit. Not fully though, just enough to help a few of the nastier ones close up, most of them still red and open. Amaimon could make more, he wanted him to make more. He gasped as cool hand ran over his hips and back, making him tremble with want, a low whine rising in his throat. It was the cruelest kind of teasing, his roaming hands touching him everywhere, his fingers even ghosting over his back side, setting on the soft flesh as he toyed with his tail. He groaned loudly "oh god, Amaimon please..." He begged shamelessly. He wanted so much more of this, not just his brother inside him, but touching him, both softly and roughly. He wanted his hands to scratch him, caresses him, kiss him. He shivered as his mind wandered further, further than he'd really thought before, dragging his mind to lustful thoughts of being taken roughly, claimed, marked, a sharp, quick hand landing roughly on the soft skin currently under his mate's hands, slapping him there while pounding into him. Just the thought made him

Soon though he continued, slowly he pressed forward, his grip secure on Amaimon's scalp and jaw as he pulled the earth king's mouth onto him, stuffing him full once more. He sighed, still sensitive from having already cum, but it didn't stop him, he'd get hard again soon enough. A chill ran up his spine, the warmth of his brother's mouth around him sublime and intoxicating. Sure enough his length twitched as he began to stiffen again. "Mmm," a low rumbling rose in his chest as he held Amaimon's face securely, pulling his head back, then forward, back, then forward. He was spent from his vigorous thrusting from before, his breathing not even fully under control, so for a few moments his movements were slow, not gentle, but not too harsh at least in comparison to the events of

The soft moans from your mouth could no longer be contained as Jimin’s hands continued to rub at the nub in your pants. His mouth lingered on your neck, taking small bites in all the places he knew would turn you on more. He loved hearing your voice as it turned from soft and whispery to loud and raspy and, if he could, he would change it everyday.

Lust drummed through our systems. Kylar’s body hovered over mine as his lips set on mine, hungrily demanding with such a fierce passion as I withered under him, his knees had been placed either side of me caging me under him, his lips left mine to close on the skin of my neck. My head rolled back on its own accord as a loud moan left my lips, hands travelling down his chest before wrapping around his neck loosely, nails lightly pressing into his skin as I tried to resist squirming due to his attention.

“Show me your bear, Logan” she moaned into the tile. The steam of the shower coated her body with dew, and her body slid onto his cock easily. She pressed her body back, sending his cock deep into her pussy. She continued to press her body up and down his cock, hoping his patience would crack, and he would give her what she wanted. She turned her head to look at him, grabbing her breasts, pinching her nipples into pert mounds of sensitive nerves. She sucked her lower lip into her mouth before she gently sucked her finger into her mouth. She reached beneath her body and rubbed her clit as Logan began to pound into her pussy. She moaned his name into the shower, its echoes urging him harder and faster. He took a firm hold of the back of her neck, and continued his ravishing of her

“A-Augh…” Tyler’s face was flushed a deep crimson red as his sensitive spots were prodded at over and over again. To hold back any more moans, Tyler pressed his hands against his mouth, forming an X as his head tilted back, unbeknownst revealing more of the supple flesh Zach desired so. A soft and airy moan floated through his fingertips. “N-No more, Zach…” Tyler mumbled.

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

My eyes and body trembled as his grip on me tightened. “N-no…” I squeaked. Master’s eyes glared at me and his other hand was held out to the side of my thigh as if he were about to smack my leg. “I-I mean I don’t want to be punished! I-I do want to s-sleep w-with Master! Don’t hit me, please! Please, M-Master! I’m sorry!” I yelped as I lowered my waist to the floor, away from his hand as I tried to wiggle and jerk myself out of his tight grip.

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.

'What are you doing! What is wrong with you!?' my conscience repeatedly screamed at me in my mind, 'Pull away! Your insane!' The vicious voice faded out as I focused on what I was happening around me. Jacobs body was tensed, as my hands rest around his face. I hold the kiss, as I began to move my lips against his. Jacobs body relaxes, as I feel his hands snake around my waist and hips. He began to move his lips against mine in a slow motion, my mind was completely blank, feeling his grip tighten around me. Standing on my tippy-toes, I place my arms fully around his neck pulling him closer to me. Jacob slips his tongue into my mouth, leaning into me. As our tongues dance blissfully, I feel a slight pressure erupt from my inner thighs. A soft

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

Pointed teeth brushed against a kiss-swollen bottom lip, a small gasp, almost inaudible, drifted from parted lips. A whimper soon followed as the teeth sunk into his lip, just enough pain to remind him that this is real. Callused hands tugged at the hem of the shorter's shirt before pushing it up one centimeter at a time, tracing intricate patterns along the taut skin. Pants escaped pink lips as warm metal brushed along his neck. Black hair ruffled fluidly when it's owner tilted his head back, silently pleading for more.

His body tensed up at the mere idea of having her in such an intimate way. Adam knew it would be something of dreams, or so it would seem to him as he had been dreaming of her all his life. "I've been told its quiet...pleasurable." he explained as gentlemanly as he could. "I like that, we are each other’s savior." he spoke as his hands gently stroked over her warm curves. He kept them on her and side, but the urge to explore further was still there. Thankfully he had enough control to not spoil the moment, "Then let us spend the rest our time together feeling what we can. I admit I may be slow in that regard. I have not felt anything in such a long time; it is hard to remember what these feelings are. Hard to explain them, but I don't want them to stop." he admitted as his lips brushed over the curve of her ear as his sense took in all they could, if only to keep him from forgetting anything about

A watery smile crossed his lips as his brother spoke, his words so soft and warm. They overflowed with love and kindness, the sort of thing that he needed right now. The sort of thing that soothed his nerves and set him more at ease. The way Amaimon spoke made it clear how he felt and hid nothing from the time King, they were genuine and sweet, sending a wave of calm over him. "Thank you..." He whispered quietly, resting his forehead on the younger demon 's own "thank you for still feeling these ways," he was beyond grateful for that. He was not sure what he would do if Amaimon ever stopped viewing him so highly. If the earth King ever stopped thinking he was kind, ever stopped seeing him as handsome, or as gentle, or smart, Well...he wasn 't too sure...but it wouldn 't be good. Surely if it happened their relationship would unravel. Mephisto was worried as he leaned forward, kissing Amaimon gently, because it was clear to him that they were both apprehensive. His fears though we 're not alliviated as their lips met, if anything they only worsened. The earth King lay passive as he kissed, not kissing back, simply letting the older demon move. It was disappointing, in all honestly, but he couldn 't get mad. He wanted Amaimon to press against him, to wrap his arms around him, to slip his tongue

Suddenly Roland slammed my back against the wall, encaged me in his arms, and kissed the edge of my jaw. I tossed back my head, permitting him easier access to my neck, and I slid my hands up his back, one clutching at the fabric of his suit jacket, balling it in my fist, the other knotting in his hair. He nipped