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Bony hands shoved Tim to his knees. A short, arrogant man dressed in black stood over him, waving his putrid cross above Tim's head. Anger gnashed his teeth together, grinding the enamel. His arms, bound behind his back, struggled against his restraints. Blunt, cracked nails tearing at the flesh of his limbs, staining them red and making a mess of the white dress Tim was currently forced to wear.
A bride.
A lamb disguised as a bride was meant to be sacrificed for the 'greater good.'
Tim couldn't care less about the greater good. He didn't care if this was meant to keep a great evil at bay. All he cared about was the sense of betrayal that clung to his chest. The town that raised him, that he thought loved him, sat back, staring at him with cold, dead eyes. Whispers circled his head as he was forced back to his feet and yanked down the aisle.
This is what you were meant for.
This is your purpose.
Die so that the rest of us can live.
What a joke. None of these sheep would have tried something like this if his father weren't out of town. They feared the man more than they feared whatever was supposed to bring them ruin. The moment his father left for a business trip, an angry mob tore down the large oak doors to their manor. Tim's siblings were all put in chains, probably forced into slavery for all he knew.
His sister, Cassie, was the one who was supposed to be shoved onto an altar and chained to the stone slab. Some sick Bishop thought it a waste to sacrifice a beauty like her. Tim shared her face, however, and could easily pass as a woman with makeup and the right dress. Tim wasn't sure which was a worse fate. Being sacrificed to a demon or being whored out to a bunch of disgusting humans.
He wrenched his arms against the metal shackles that bound him to the sacrificial altar. Growls and snarls that sounded more animal than human tore from his throat as the priest continued to wave his infernal cross around. Tim was sick of looking at it, was sick of being at the mercy of these horrendous people. Every blasphemous curse and insult he could think of was thrown at the so-called Man of God.
Tim's screams cut off when a dagger plunged into his stomach. Crimson blood soaked the white dress he wore, spilling into the carved markings of the stone table. The priest twisted the knife, the black blade tipped with rubies sinking deeper into Tim's abdomen as wide blue eyes stared up at the cathedral's ceiling. Blood spilled from his mouth and down his chin, his body convulsing.
The pain was unbearable. With every twist of the knife, the priest ensured Tim remained conscious as he bled out. He was actually going to die here. Surrounded by disgusting pigs who thought they were better than him. Thought they had any right to decide his fate. All the while, they believed they were doing the right thing.
How dare they.
They should burn for this. Every last one of them!
Burn!
"Aren't you beautiful?"
The sight of blue eyes suddenly disrupted Tim's vision of the cathedral ceiling. Metal clattered to the ground, the priest losing hold of his insufferable cross as he scrambled away from the table. He suddenly found himself unable to move, wildly shifting eyes taking in the fact that the rest of his congregation were also frozen in their pews. What the hell was going on?
A demonic being straddled the sacrifice on the stone table. Black horns tangled in loose black curls. A pair of small wings sat at the small of their back, and a long tail swayed back and forth in curiosity. The being wore minimal clothes as it poked the sacrifice's cheek.
"Are all Father's sacrifices this stunning, or are you special?" The creature seemed completely unaffected by being in a house of God, nor did it seem interested in any of the other humans in the church.
Tim glared at the demonic being. This was what he was meant to die for? To keep this thing at bay? It didn't seem all that powerful, but if these people were so afraid of it, maybe Tim could use that to his advantage. His time was running out anyway, so why shouldn't he take everyone down with him?
"You… You're a demon, right?" Forcing words past the blood in his throat hurt like hell, but at least that told Tim he was still alive.
"I believe that's what you humans call us, yes." The demon pressed its body against Tim's, laying its head against his shoulder. "Such a shame you'll be gone soon. Humans always ruin the pretty ones."
"In that case, I'd like to make a deal with you." Tim coughed up more blood as the demon sat up slightly to lean its forearms on the table beside Tim's head. It cocked its head to the side.
"A deal? You realize that in order to make a deal, I'll have to take your soul. What wish could possibly be worth being my eternal slave?" The demon sounded curious, and that was all Tim needed.
"Everyone…in this town." Pain wracked through Tim's body, cutting off his words.
"Hmm? Are you going to wish that I don't touch them? I didn't think humans could be so charitable. Maybe that's why you all die so soon."
"No!" The fury in Tim's eyes took the demon back. "I don't want a single one of these fuckers to remain alive. Burn them, strip them of their skin, gouge out their eyes. I want them all dead! Every single person!"
The demon sat up, taking Tim's face in his hands with a delighted grin. "Really?! You'd sell your soul to make sure everyone here suffers?" The demon shivered lightly. "Your eyes are so beautiful. So filled with hatred and rage. You'll make a wonderful slave."
Warm lips pressed against Tim's. A hot tongue, too long to be human, slipped inside his mouth and down his throat. Tim couldn't struggle against the kiss even if he wanted to; his body was too exhausted from the blood loss, but the fatigue suddenly vanished. Strength flowed through his limbs, allowing Tim to break the metal shackles. Pale fingers buried themselves in dark curls, desperately seeking more of the demon.
A glint of light caught Tim's eye, and he suddenly noticed the priest brandishing a blade, lifting it above his head. It must have been the divine power of God that set the priest free from his bindings. Why else would he have been given this opportunity to smite the evil that has entered their town?
"We gave you these sacrifices so you would leave us be! Not form a contract with one. Be gone, foul wretch!" The blade drove at the demon's back, and before Tim's mind could catch up with his body, he flipped himself and the demon. The blade sank into his back, piercing his body like paper and protruding from his chest.
For a moment, Tim thought he must have gone into shock. Blood spilled from the wound, splashing onto the creature that lay beneath the bride.
The wound didn't hurt, nor did the dagger in his stomach hurt anymore.
Huh?
The demon stared up at Tim with wide eyes that melted into pure enchantment. Its face was flushed red, and ruby lips were caught between sharp fangs. "I didn't think you'd go so far as to sacrifice yourself for me so soon. We just formed our contract."
The demon covered its face, trying to hide the ecstatic grin on its face while Tim sat up straight. He turned to the priest, who was once again frozen in place. "I think this belongs to you, doesn't it?"
Tim pushed the blade into his chest until it fell out of his back. It clattered to the ground beside the cross. Bloody fingers wrapped around the dagger in his stomach, pulling it free as well. Tim crushed the shackles that bound his ankles, getting off the stone altar. The priest remained frozen, terror in his wide eyes as Tim approached him.
"Can I have this one? I'll leave you the rest, but I want to kill this man myself." Arms wrapped around Tim's neck, a warm chest pressing against his back.
"You can have as many as you like. There are more than enough souls in this town to keep me fed for decades." The demon's voice pressed against Tim's ear, the timber of it making Tim's stomach flip. Did he really find this creature attractive, or was it a result of the contract?
It didn't matter. All that mattered was killing the man in front of him. "Let him go. I want him to struggle."
"Very well. Have fun. I'll be in town enjoying myself." The demon planted a kiss against Tim's cheek before pulling away. The next moment, it was gone, and the priest was free from his bindings.
"Stay back! You're nothing more than a demon's whore now! God will strike you down for your sins!" The man babbled like a squealing pig as he stumbled away from Tim. Effigies and other religious iconography were thrown at the bride-to-be, who barely reacted to the objects that glanced off his body without leaving so much as a scratch.
Tim stalked toward the pathetic man with measured steps. Bare feet left bloody footprints on the pulpit. "Will he? Are you sure your God is even here anymore? If he were, how would a demon have been able to enter this church?"
Tim cornered the man beneath a stained glass window. Moonlight illuminated Saint Mary, her smiling face bearing witness to Tim's hatred. The priest crumpled to the ground, fear wracking his body, causing it to shake like a terrified rabbit. What a pitiful human. After all that bluster about striking the demon down, he cowered before Tim like a frail lamb.
A lamb for the slaughter.
Tim crouched down, his eyes unblinking as he stared at the quivering man. "You know what I think? I think your God has abandoned you." The sound of blood-curdling screams filtered from the town, the bright orange glow of fire spilling into the church, giving the priest a perfect view of Tim's eyes shifting from blue to crimson red.
"You could have kept this catastrophe from happening. If you had only done as you were told, everyone else—your siblings could have lived." The priest blubbered uselessly.
Tim grabbed the man's face, newly sharp nails piercing wrinkled flesh. "I doubt my siblings are still in this town, and if they are." Tim forced the priest's mouth open, severing his tongue with his dagger. The man's eyes widened as blood filled his mouth, his tongue hitting the floor with a wet thud. His screams were nothing more than choked noises.
"I'd rather they be dead than have to live in this disgusting world with people like you." The blade slipped beneath the priest's right eye, hitting the bone of his orbital cavity easily.
The man thrashed against Tim, nails clawing at his skin and limbs, trying to shove him off. Nothing moved the bride. The power that was given to Tim by the demon pumped through his veins like the steady beat of drums. It was intoxicating.
With a flick of the wrist, Tim gouged the man's eye from his eye socket. Another cut-off scream tore from him, blood spilling down his face. "Should I peel your skin from your body like the others? Would you have the willpower to remain alive through it all?"
Tim frowned as the man's left eye rolled up, the priest passing out from the pain. Who was he kidding? This man didn't even have enough willpower to properly fight Tim once he discovered that nothing he threw at the bride had any effect. He'd die as soon as Tim sheared the first limb of its skin.
"How boring. You aren't worth my time anymore." The blade ran cleanly across the priest's throat, blood spraying from the wound. The priest woke up for a moment before he bled to death in a matter of seconds. The last thing he saw was Tim standing up, covered in red liquid that matched his eyes.
The bride left the dead man slumped beneath the kind gaze of Saint Mary and stepped out of the church. He was met with the town he'd grown up in burned to cinders. Nothing but ashes remained. Bodies devoid of skin and eyeballs littered the ground. Some were adults, some were children. Tim felt as if he should have specified his wish, but for some reason, he didn't feel the guilt that he should have.
Tim stood in the middle of all the carnage and only felt an overwhelming sense of satisfaction. All of these people were fine with turning a blind eye as he was walked through the streets to the church. Everyone knew that Tim would die today, and they were fine with that if it meant they were saved from certain damnation. Laughter bubbled past Tim's lips, morphing into a maniacal cackle as it shook his whole body. He was the one who was supposed to die, and yet!
Look around!
Tim's the one on top.
Everyone here got what they deserved!
They burned!
"What a picture you make. Red is such a good color on you." Once again, Tim's vision was filled with bright blue as hands settled on his face. "I did as you asked. Now I get my half of the bargain."
Tim's body suddenly relaxed. The hatred that coiled through every inch of his veins vanished in the presence of the corrupt creature. It was as if being near the demon removed everything that tormented Tim. Was that also because of the contract? Shouldn't a demon find torment appealing, though? Why did it feel like Tim was completely safe with it?
"Can I have your name at least?" Tim would like to stop referring to the demon as 'it' if they were to be his new Master.
The demon wrapped its legs around Tim's waist. It was as if the creature weighed nothing at all. Tim hadn't been paying too much attention to anything but the demon's face, but it occurred to him that he didn't recall seeing it ever set foot on the ground. Tan arms circled Tim's neck as the creature smiled.
"My name is Kon. You, my dear, are my very first contract. I plan to take good care of you. I like taking care of what's mine." Kon captured Tim's lips in a hot kiss. Pale hands gripped tan thighs as Tim was swept away by it. Whether it was due to the contract or not, it no longer mattered to the bride. All that mattered was how good it felt to get lost in his new Master.
Kon broke the kiss and admired his new toy. "I have a feeling even if I obtain more contracts, you'll remain my favorite."
Decades passed, and Tim's initial sense of enamor for the demon known as Kon quickly faded as the years went by. His Master was nothing short of a spoiled cat. Tim stood over the large bed on which Kon slept every night and clicked his tongue. The demon was sprawled out like some uncivilized heathen, fast asleep despite it being well past noon. Laziness was just one of Kon's many faults.
"Master. This is getting ridiculous. Your brother will be here soon, and you're not even awake yet." Tim's eye twitched as Kon mumbled a protest, meaning the demon could definitely hear him. The servant leaned over the bed, grabbing the demon's shoulders and shaking them.
"Get up, Master! I won't tell you again." Strong arms circled around Tim, pulling him down onto the bed.
In a swift, practiced motion, Kon switched their position, leaning over Tim, who was now sprawled out on his mattress. "You're always so stressed, Tim, you need to learn to relax. Jon won't mind waiting."
Kon pressed his body against Tim's, his tail wrapping around the servant's leg. Tim flushed, realizing his Master wasn't wearing any clothes. The demon wasn't shy about his body; in fact, it was how he formed most of his contracts. The reminder that others have seen his Master's body or even touched it soured Tim's mood.
"I'm only stressed because you never take anything seriously. You were supposed to be up hours ago." Tim glared at the demon, who only pouted.
"Maybe if you agreed to my offer to share my bed, then I'd be up on time." Kon leaned back, rolling his hips against Tim's. "Come on, I'm sure we have some time left before Jon gets here. Let's have some fun."
Tim surged forward, gripping his Master's face in a vice. "We are all out of time because you decided to waste it by sleeping. If you want to have fun, then think ahead next time." Tim's voice was cold, anger painting every word.
Kon's eyes widened before glancing away. "Fine."
The demon got off Tim without any further fuss and retreated into his closet. The servant flopped back onto the bed, throwing an arm over his face. He lost his temper again. What a mess.
The demon returned with his clothes, holding them out to Tim without a word. The servant sighed as he got off the bed. If only his Master could dress himself, then he could have a moment to clear his head.
"Arms out."
Kon stretched his arms out so Tim could drape his shirt over him. Sharp blue eyes turned toward the mirror on the far wall to watch his servant fasten the collar of his shirt with practiced ease.
Why did Tim never agree to any of his advances? The most Kon could get away with was kissing, and even then, Tim always put an end to it before anything could go any further.
It's not as if his servant didn't find him attractive. It was in the contract, not to mention Kon had an affinity for lowering others' inhibitions and heightening their libidos whenever they were near him. Tim was literally fighting against everything Kon had. Did he hate the demon?
Kon couldn't recall doing anything to upset his servant. Tim agreed to the terms of the contract, and it's not as if the demon ever forced the man into anything he didn't want to do. He always asked before sending Tim out to remove someone's head for him. His servant didn't seem to mind the blood and death.
Maybe Tim despised Kon because he was a demon. He was raised in a religious cult. Could that have affected his thoughts on Kon? It seemed unlikely since Tim was so eager to be rid of his whole town, but perhaps there was still a part of him that held resentment for the things he was taught to hate. Kon hoped that wasn't the case. After decades, that sort of thinking should have been unlearned, but if it wasn't, that meant it was completely ingrained in Tim's psyche.
Tim crouched down to slip Kon's heels on. The demon blinked. Was he already dressed? How long had he been in his own head? Straightening up, the servant took in the outfit his Master had picked out.
The demon put on his best smile in the face of Tim's unimpressed look. His eyes raked over Kon's body, and he tried his best to suppress his shiver. Kon liked it when Tim's eyes were blue, but red made the man feel so much more dangerous.
"That is what you decided to wear?" Tim raised his eyebrow. The servant was so used to dressing his Master that his mind tended to wander while he worked.
"What? You don't like it?" The demon spun around. High-waisted black pants with large windows to show off Kon's skin complemented a white high-collar blouse with an open back. Straps with gold buckles cinched around Kon's waist and thighs. It was one of his favorite outfits.
Tim's eyes locked onto every inch of exposed skin. He has seen his Master naked more often than dressed, but somehow, when Kon left a little to the imagination, it was much more enticing. Tim's teeth itched with the need to sink them into Kon's thighs. They were completely unblemished and were in desperate need of purple bruises.
"I think you do like it." Kon gripped Tim's shoulders, perfectly painted black nails sliding under the suit vest he was wearing. "Are you sure we don't have any more time?" The demon pushed his servant back against the bedpost. Tim gasped when Kon took his wrists, placing his hands on the demon's ass.
"The look in your eyes tells me you want to rip my clothes apart." Kon ghosted his lips over Tim's, slotting his hips against the shorter man's body. "You can. Ravish your Master and completely defile him. Fuck me until I can't think straight."
For a moment, Kon thought that Tim would give in. His eyes were ravenous, like a lion watching meat dangle from a hook. That's why when the demon was shoved back hard enough to stumble, catching himself on his vanity, he was shocked. Tim looked absolutely furious, with red eyes similar to when Kon first met him. Swallowing thickly, the demon couldn't resist shying away from the rage.
"Would you stop it!? Every day it's the same with you! You're constantly shirking your duties and trying to rope me into your procrastination with your temptations. From now on, until you can get your act together, you will not be allowed to touch me. Understand!?" Tim seethed with ire, and in any other contract, he would probably be severely reprimanded for speaking to his Master in such a manner and even telling him what to do.
Kon wasn't like most demons, though. He didn't like punishing his servants for speaking their minds or forcing them to do things against their will. Guilt latched in his chest as he straightened. His head hung low, fingers curled into fists held close to his chest. Tim did hate him, it seemed. Kon was just too stupid to get the hint.
"Yeah. Understood." The apology that should have followed got lodged in Kon's throat. He was a demon; he shouldn't be apologizing to one of his servants. But he just said he didn't like forcing them to do things, and Kon's been forcing his advances on Tim for decades.
Tim huffed in irritation, most of his anger fading after the initial burst. "Good. Now go meet your brother."
The demon could only nod, hurrying out of the room. Tall heels clicked against the marble hallway, tears blurring Kon's vision. Stopping halfway down the hall, he tilted his head back. Fanning his face, the demon tried to keep them from falling. Kon's makeup was expensive, and he would not be caught by one of his servants bawling his eyes out just because he was yelled at.
There was a light tug on his pants just as Kon regained control of his emotions, and the demon looked down to see a small girl no older than seven staring up at him. "You're Grace? Are you upset about something?"
"Huh? Oh no, I'm alright." He must look like a mess if a child could sense he was upset.
"Are you sure? Mommy said that if you're sad, you should cry. It's not good to bottle everything up."
Kon crouched down so he wasn't towering over the girl. She had short red hair and little black horns protruding from her forehead. Tiny wings fluttered behind her. A child of one of his servants, Kon, seemed to recall. "Your name is Kori, right?"
The girl's eyes lit up with joy at her lord knowing who she was. "Yes! Koriander, Your Grace."
Kon smiled, ruffling the girl's hair. "I assure you, I'm quite alright. Just got a little dust in my eyes. You should go back to your mother, though, I'm sure she'll worry once she discovers you missing."
The girl's eyes widened as if that thought hadn't occurred to her. "Okay. Just be careful. Crying is good. Not crying is bad." With that sage advice, the little girl ran back down the hall in search of her mother.
Kon stood back up, taking a deep breath. That was surprisingly helpful in calming him down. That kid has quite impeccable timing. Steeling himself with the reminder that he was a demon, not a blubbering child, Kon continued down the hallway.
Pushing the door to his throne room open, Kon was met with a man who looked nearly identical to him, along with a shorter man with skin the color of chocolate. Both turned to the demon as Kon entered. The shorter man crossed his arms, his red eyes narrowing in response to Kon.
"You're late. Again. How many times is that now?"
"Oh, you're just as uptight as your brother, Damian. I slept in, that's all. No need to bite my head off over it." Kon waved the man's annoyance away with a smile.
Damian was found by Kon's brother, Jon, shortly after Kon formed his contract with Tim. His servant was overjoyed to be reunited with one of his siblings, though the other three were unaccounted for. Both Kon and Jon had agreed to look for them, but after so many decades, if they hadn't made contracts themselves, it was unlikely they were still alive.
"You seem to be sleeping a lot lately, Kon. Is your cycle due?" The other demon tilted his head in question. A question that caused Kon's face to flush bright red.
"No, of course not. Don't be ridiculous. That's still years away." And something that would only occur if he were sexually active. Which, much to the embarrassment of the demon, he wasn't.
No one felt interesting after his contract with Tim. Each of his new servants was obtained by the same means as his first servant. Granting a wish in return for their soul. Except because of Kon's penchant for flaunting his body around, he developed the reputation that he gained servants through sexual means. He wasn't shy about his body, was that such a crime?
Jon didn't look entirely convinced, but decided to let it go. "If you say so. That's not why we are here. We came to invite you to the Blood Moon Festival!" Jon bared his sharp teeth in a smile.
"Blood Moon Festival? Is it already that time of the century? I didn't realize." How could Kon not have had that in his daily reminders?
The Blood Moon Festival was the biggest festival of the century. Every demon worth their salt attended, and many found potential partners there. It was a way to gain a more thorough understanding of one's neighbors. Not to mention, it had amazing food, orgies that could make Satan blush, and music from all over the realm.
"Yes, and this time Father was hoping you could find a partner. You're the oldest, and yet you haven't given mother and father any offspring or even someone to inherit your kingdom if you were to be slain by humans. Needless to say, they are getting worried." Jon was apprehensive about this part of the invitation. His brother wasn't known for listening to their parents very well.
"A partner? I don't need a partner. I'm fine on my own." Kon glowered at his brother in irritation. "Not to mention I've told them time and time again I don't want children."
Jon sighed. This was exactly how he imagined Kon could respond. "I know, but they're old-fashioned, Kon. They don't understand not wanting to have kids or being fine without a partner. At this point, they think there's something wrong."
"With me, right? That's the end of the sentence you left out. Because I rule a kingdom all on my own with no heirs to my throne, something must be wrong with me. Lots of other demons aren't taking partners or having offspring. It's not like I'm that different." Kon paced back and forth, waving his arms wildly.
"What about you!? You don't have a partner or kids either. Why aren't they bothering you over it constantly?" Kon slammed his foot against the marble, like a child throwing a tantrum.
"Uh, well actually." Jon pushed Damian forward gently, placing his hands on his shoulders. "Damian is my partner. We've been official for a few years now. Kids are still another topic of conversation, but mother and father seem placated for now."
Kon stared wide-eyed at his brother. "He's a servant. He can't be your partner. That's clearly a violation of the contract, isn't it?"
Jon tilted his head. "No, I don't think so. Nothing explicitly states a servant can't become a master's partner. It's just frowned upon because older demons didn't like to fraternize with humans."
"Oh." That was news to Kon. So all this time, he could have had a servant as a partner? Images of Tim came to mind, but were quickly dashed by Tim's anger. Even if servants could become partners, Tim would never agree to be Kon's.
"I thought you were aware of that. To be honest, I thought you and Tim were already together. You two seem far closer than an average master and servant." Jon was sure Kon would rebuke finding a partner at the festival because he already had one, but was surprised when that wasn't the case.
"Tim and I?" The flush from before returned with a vengeance, and Kon covered his face, turning away to hide it. "You can't be serious. He's the last person who'd agree to be my partner. I'm fairly sure he hates my guts."
Damian frowned. "You think Tim hates your guts? What would possibly give you that impression?" Anyone could see how utterly entranced Tim was with Kon whenever the two were together.
"Because he gets angry every time I try to initiate past a kiss." Kon dropped his hands, pouting at his reflection in the marble floor.
"Today was the worst of it. I'm not allowed to touch him at all now." His anguish and guilt from before also resurfaced with a vengeance. Just remembering the anger in Tim's eyes made Kon want to curl up into a ball and hide.
"Huh. That doesn't sound like him, but it's been a while since we've spent time together. Are you sure there isn't some other reason he is adverse to your touch?" Damian's brother didn't often confuse him, but this behavior was puzzling. Tim didn't have any fear of physical contact, as far as Damian could remember.
"What other reason could there be? I just don't know why he hates me. Is it because I'm a demon or because I'm too forceful? Has he hated me the moment we made the contract, or was it a gradual thing? I don't know." Kon buried his fingers in his hair, pulling in the curls in frustration.
"I highly doubt he hated you from the start. You saved his life and granted his wish to torture everyone who wronged us. If anything, he should be eternally grateful." Damian certainly was to Jon.
Without him, he'd still be stuck in a slum somewhere, forced to do manual labor until his body gave out. Body wasting away from malnourishment and sanity at the brink, Damian didn't hesitate when he stumbled across some old tomes. One of the books held a demon summoning ritual, and Damian was desperate enough to try it.
Several decades later, he was now his Master's partner and living a far more grandiose life than before. Even if Jon didn't pamper him day in and day out, Damian would still have nothing but gratitude toward his savior.
"I don't need his eternal gratitude. The amount of souls he gave me that night was more than enough to make us even. I saved him, and he gave me a meal that lasted twenty years. We're on equal footing in my eyes." Kon wasn't the type to feed into power dynamics. Even if he relied on Tim to take care of him daily, he didn't think he was better than his servant.
"I see. Does Tim know that? You might feel your equals, but he might not. You're much stronger than him and, by contractual obligation, have full authority over him. It's entirely possible he doesn't feel the same way you do." Damina couldn't think of another reason as to why his brother would be so against touching his Master.
Kon tapped a finger against his chin, his eyes narrowing in thought. Did Tim see them as equals? The demon always assumed that was the case, but it occurred to him that Kon never asked. Could that really be the reason for Tim's supposed hatred?
"It's food for thought at the very least. Anyway, we need to get going if we want to make it back home by nightfall. Good luck figuring things out with Tim." Jon waved with a smile as he gently ushered Damian out of the throne room.
Kon remained where he was for a considerable time after they left. He couldn't wrap his head around Tim not knowing they were on equal footing. Surely he had to know, right? Kon was startled out of his rumination by a pair of ruby red eyes.
"How long do you plan to stand there, Master? Your brother left ages ago." Tim narrowed his eyes in annoyance as Kon blinked rapidly.
How long had he been standing there? He thought Jon and Damian had just left. "I didn't realize I'd lost track of time." Blue eyes flicked to the windows, noticing the setting sun. "Wait, what time is it?"
"Almost time for dinner. If I hadn't slaved away for the last hour making it, I would have left you here to miss it entirely." Tim pushed Kon out of the throne room, much to the demon's dismay.
"Hey, quit shoving. I can walk on my own."
"And risk you getting distracted again? No, thank you. At this point, you might need a leash so I can keep track of you." Tim's voice held a slight lilt of amusement. The idea of his Master in a leash and collar was an appealing one.
The flirty retort Kon wanted to respond with died on his tongue. Tim would only get angry again if the demon tried getting a rise out of him like he usually did. Kon didn't want to be yelled at again. He barely kept from sobbing after the first time Tim scolded him.
Kon was ushered into his dining hall by his servant before he could come up with an appropriate response. His silence didn't go unnoticed by Tim, but he didn't comment on it. A day without enough flirting to drive the man insane, the better. Tim only had so much restraint until he snapped, and Kon loved pushing his buttons.
The demon was sat down at the head of the table in front of all his other servants, who spent every meal time with him. Unlike other demons, Kon liked spending time with his servants and getting to know them. It made him feel more connected and possibly contributed to the delusion that everyone in his castle was part of his family.
Tim took a seat beside Kon. As the first servant, he was placed closer to the demon on every occasion. It was both because, for twenty years, it had just been the two of them, and because Kon liked being near Tim whenever he could.
Now, however, it was more torture than anything else. Kon was a naturally touchy person and hardly went more than a few minutes without touching someone. The person he hung off the most was Tim, but a quick glance at his servant told him that if he tried, Kon would be scolded for sure.
The demon was forced to eat his dinner with the underlying itch to reach out and touch Tim in any way. It made enjoying his meal all the more difficult. The delicious food Tim had worked hard to prepare tasted like sand in Kon's mouth.
The demon did his best to act normal, though. Conversation flowed easily, and many of the children were excited to show him the art projects they completed during their studies. Their smiles helped take Kon's mind off his troubles for a while.
By the time the meal was over, Kon retired to his room early. Falling onto his bed with a deep groan, the demon lamented every problem he had that made his body feel heavy. It wasn't fair. Kon felt like he was a relatively good demon. So why did it feel as if he was being punished?
"Do you plan to sleep in your clothes, Master? The buckles don't make it seem like it'd be comfortable." Tim's voice came from above Kon, and the demon turned his head to confirm that yes, he was being punished.
"Why are you here, Tim? Don't you have other things to worry about?" Kon no longer had the energy to keep pretending to be normal. He just wanted to be left alone to wallow in self-pity.
Tim frowned. Not flirting with him was one thing, but Kon rarely sounded this exhausted. The servant knelt beside the bed, blue eyes watching him closely. They looked tired and slightly duller than usual.
"Master? Is something wrong?"
Kon turned his head back into the pillows. "No, everything is fine. I just don't see why you're here right now. Surely there are more interesting things going on than questioning your Master's choice of sleep clothes."
"I help you get ready for bed every night, though. I don't see how tonight would be any different." Tim was used to Kon acting like an overly pampered cat, but this was new. It was as if he were seconds away from throwing a temper tantrum.
Kon sat up, eyes narrowed with irritation, a pout etched into his mouth. "I don't need help. I can undress and dress myself all on my own. I'm not some incompetent child."
Ah, so it was a temper tantrum. Tim raised an eyebrow. "Can you now?" The servant stood up and motioned to Kon's clothing. "Then by all means."
Kon stuck up his nose but didn't hesitate to start removing his clothes. He wasn't shy about being naked in front of Tim, his servant had seen it all before. Kon's bluster quickly faded upon realizing he wasn't entirely sure how to unfasten his shirt. The demon struggled with the overly intricate buttons until frustration nearly had him tearing them off. With a growl, Kon gave up and sighed in defeat.
"Fine, you win."
Tim's fingers immediately undid the fastenings of Kon's blouse with practiced ease. Kon could only stare at his lap as his servant gently removed the blouse, folding it neatly and placing it on the bed. Kneeling before the demon, Tim set to work on unbuckling Kon's heels.
Any other day, Kon wouldn't think twice about Tim helping him, but today it just made him feel useless. "Tim."
Kon's hands balled into fists in his lap, his head pounding in his chest. "Do you hate me?"
Tim paused in setting Kon's left shoe beside himself, looking up at the demon in confusion. "Why on earth would you think I hated you?"
"Well then, do you believe we aren't equals? I know we are Master and servant, but I never lauded my power over you." Kon tried to keep the desperation from his voice. He was already pathetic enough tonight.
"Even if you don't laud your power over me, our dynamic is very clear, Master. Still, given your penchant for treating others fairly despite their social status, I would say we are as equal as we can get." Tim returned to removing Kon's right shoe before focusing on undoing the buckles around the demon's thighs.
"Is that why you hate when I touch you? Because of our power dynamic?"
Tim looked up at Kon again, this time in utter disbelief. "When have I ever said I hate when you touch me?"
Now, it was Kon who was in disbelief. "You don't have to voice it. Your actions are loud enough. You always shut me down when I try to initiate anyone more than a kiss, and this morning you yelled at me to never touch you again!"
Tim sighed, his hands settling on Kon's thighs and ignoring the buckles for a moment. "I didn't say you could never touch me again. I said until you got your act together, you weren't allowed to touch me. You always use me as a way to ignore your duties."
"Okay, but sometimes I don't have anything to ignore. Sometimes, like right now, it's just you and me, and you'd still shut me down. Do you not find me attractive?" That was the last possible reason Kon could think of as to why Tim wouldn't sleep with him.
Tim stood up and leaned in close. His hands remained on Kon's thighs as he stayed only a few centimeters away from the demon. "There isn't a sane individual in this realm or any other that wouldn't find you attractive, Master."
"Then why? What did I do wrong?" Frustrated tears blurred Kon's vision.
Tim leaned back, and Kon could scream. Why was his servant so mean? "It's because everyone finds you so attractive that I don't want to go further than kissing." Tim's voice dripped with contempt.
"Wha—what is that supposed to mean?" Tim didn't want him because he was attractive? How did that make sense?
"Your reputation isn't a secret, Master. I'm aware of how you obtain your contracts and what you partake in when you visit other demons' kingdoms. I'm not judging you for it, but I can't help but get angry knowing you've been with others." Tim averted his eyes.
"If I can't have you to myself, I'd rather not try. It'd only make me upset, and you don't deserve to be subjected to my irrational feelings."
Kon sucked in a breath. How had those stupid rumors gotten so far as to affect Tim's perception of him? "You've known me longer than any of my servants. Do I really strike you as someone who would go gallivanting about, sleeping with anyone who looked my way?"
Tim's red eyes cut back to Kon, his gaze unimpressed. "Yes."
Kon winced at such a straightforward answer. Hurt coiled in his throat. Of all his servants, shouldn't Tim know him the best? Kon didn't try to hide from him. Tim was aware of all his talents and faults, and yet he still thought Kon was some harlot?
Hurt morphed into anger. "Well, I don't. Since forming a contract with you, I haven't been with anyone. I obtained my other servants the same way I did you. By granting a wish." Blue eyes glared at the widened red eyes of Kon's first servant.
"You mean you didn't use your body to form your contracts with your other servants?" The idea that his Master has been celibate this whole time was harder to imagine than anything else.
"No! I didn't use it to form one with you, so why would it be different for my other servants? As for having midnight trysts with other demons, that's even more insulting. Sure, they make advances, but I always turn them down. It's gotten bad enough that my own parents think something is wrong with me." Kon couldn't believe he actually had to explain this to Tim.
"Why? You're a demon that revels in sexual energy. Why would you deprive yourself of something you like for so long?" Tim couldn't understand what reasoning his Master could possibly have. All the flirting and constant advancements told Tim that Kon wasn't averse to intercourse, so why wouldn't he partake in it whenever he could?
"Because!" Kon grabbed Tim's face, exasperation clear in his voice. "No one is interesting anymore. Others were so fascinating until you came along. Now no one compares to you, so why should I waste my time with them?"
Tim blinked in confusion. "You find me interesting? Why?"
"What do you mean, why? Look at you. You're absolutely gorgeous, your skills with a blade are second to none. You're fantastic to have a conversation with because you spend so much time in my library, and your knowledge is impeccable." Kon liked everything Tim had to offer, but why couldn't his servant see that?
"I even find your emotions interesting. You flip between them so easily, and they are so clear on your face and in your eyes. Maybe it's just for me, but it amazes me how you never seem to hide them."
"There is no point in hiding them around you, Master. You see right through me even if I try." Tim placed his hands over Kon, the restraint that he held onto like a lifeline was quickly fraying. "So all this time, I could have had you to myself?"
"Yes." Kon wrapped his legs around Tim's waist, pulling his servant flush against him. "I've asked you time and time again to wreck me completely." Tim was so close, just millimeters away, his eyes searching Kon's wildly.
"So are you going to do it this time? I'm all yours."
Tim's lips were on Kon's in the blink of an eye. Pale hands gripped the demon's waist, sharp nails digging into the soft flesh. Kon moaned when Tim took control of the kiss. His servant wasn't gentle with him. No, he was hungry, desperate, as if he didn't devour Kon right now, then someone might snatch him up instead. It made the demon dizzy with delight.
Kon's back hit the mattress, his wings splayed out and fluttering. Tim's tongue was hot in his mouth, tangling with Kon's long forked one. The demon's legs squeezed around Tim's body, ankles hooking together to keep his servant as close to Kon as possible. Hands trailed up Kon's thighs, and fingers slipped beneath the windows in his pants.
Kon had to break the kiss to breathe. How was Tim outlasting him? The demon shivered, biting his finger at the look in his servant's eyes. "You look like you want to eat me alive. It reminds me of when we first made the contract and you used your own body to protect me from that lowly human."
"I couldn't let him hurt you. Even if we had just met, you were my new Master, my new everything." Tim rolled his hips against Kon's, smiling at the low groan he pulled from his Master.
"I have a bit of a confession to make. It wasn't any divine intervention that broke my spell on him. I let him go because I wanted to see what you would do." Kon circled his arms around Tim's neck. "I thought you would push us off the altar. I didn't think you'd take the injury yourself, especially since you didn't know you were immune to them yet."
Tim's eyes narrowed, and a low growl resonated from his chest. "Of all the reckless things to do, Master. Even if that man was a disgusting pig, his holy items would have still worked on you." Tim pulled away from Kon, much to the demon's dismay, and gripped his legs firmly.
"What would you have done if you were injured?" Tim was already hard, his cock straining against his pants. The bulge pressed against Kon's pussy, sending sparks down the demon's legs despite the layers of fabric in between.
"I don't know. I didn't think that far ahead." Kon bucked his hips against Tim's, trying to get more friction, but the smooth slide of his pants prevented him from feeling anything past a hint of pleasure.
"Really?"
Kon's eyes widened, and he threw his head back with a sharp yelp. "Wait! Don't be so rough!"
Tim's fingers were latched tightly to Kon's nipples. They pinched the pink nubs harshly, dragging a moan from the demon as tears pricked the corner of his eyes. Tan arms flailed wildly against the sheets as Kon desperately searched for something to hang onto as his servant continued to abuse his chest.
"Why shouldn't I be rough with you? You must have a thing for pain if you're willing to get stabbed by a holy blade." Tim dug his nails into the swollen nipples, and Kon sobbed.
"I don't. I just wanted you to test out your new abilities." Kon's eyes rolled back with a harsh keen as Tim tugged on his nipples with unrelenting force. "You're going to tear them off!"
Tim's voice pressed against Kon's ear. "You say you don't have a thing for pain, but you should hear yourself right now. Your moans are those of a desperate whore instead of a demon of high society. You're so loud, I'm sure your other servants can hear you."
Kon covered his face with his arms, unable to hold back his voice, but also unable to face the idea that others could hear him. How could he ever face his servants again if they knew he was getting off on having his chest played with? Sharp teeth sinking into his pec had the demon scrambling for purchase with a near scream.
Kon's back arched off the bed, his orgasm so close it nearly drove the demon insane. Tim latched his lips around Kon's nipple and hollowed his cheeks. Kon gripped his servant's head. "Don't suck! If you do, I'll—"
The demon sobbed as his orgasm slammed against his body. With a cry, Kon's legs squeezed around Tim, and his nails bit into the servant's scalp. The demon's body trembled; his vision went white, and his head filled with static. When was the last time he had such an earth-shattering orgasm like this? Tim hadn't even touched his pussy, and Kon was already close to brain-dead. His servant really was amazing.
Tim pulled away from Kon's chest when he felt the demon's grip slacken. He gave a little kitten lick to the red and puffy nub, smiling when Kon's body twitched in overstimulation. A demon's body was much more sensitive than a human's, and for a demon like Kon, whose nature fell squarely in sexual energy, it was even more so. Tim couldn't believe he had waited this long to act on his desires.
The servant untangled his Master's legs from his body and climbed onto the bed with him. Straddling the demon's waist, Tim tilted Kon's head toward him, admiring how fucked out he looked already. Glazed over blue eyes blinked slowly as Kon still rode the high of his orgasm.
"You look incredible like this, Master. To think you could cum from just having your chest played with. You really are something." Tim leaned down, finding amusement in how Kon's hands immediately found his head again. The demon tried to pull him in for another kiss, but Tim kept his distance.
"I want to see more of you. I want to see just how depraved a sexual demon like you can get." Tim's thumb dragged over Kon's bottom lip before tilting the demon's head up slightly to admire his sharp teeth.
"Do you think you could suck me off while fingering yourself open?" The thrill of having those fangs so close to his cock had Tim biting his lip. They could easily cut him, and the servant was sure he was fucked up enough to get off on the pain.
"Yeah. I can do that. Help me out of the rest of my clothes, though. I can't get them off myself." Kon lifted his arms when Tim leaned back, making the servant roll his eyes. His Master was indeed nothing more than a spoiled cat.
Pulling Kon up into a sitting position, Tim got off his lap to finish removing his pants. The demon sighed once the tight leather was peeled off his skin. His legs fell open, his drooling cunt on full display since Kon doesn't bother with underwear in such tight clothes.
"Fuck. You really did a number on me, Tim." Black nails spread, twitching pink lips open for Tim to have a better look. Kon smirked as his servant paused in removing his own clothes, his red eyes completely transfixed on his Master's beautiful pussy.
It wasn't the first time Tim had seen it. Kon spent more time naked than he did dressed when they were alone together. The demon didn't like the suffocating nature of clothing, finding fabric too hot and itchy against his skin. Tim would have thought he'd be completely desensitized to Kon's body at this point. But this was the first time Tim got to see his Master's cunt, knowing he could touch it all he wanted.
"I'm so fucking wet and it's all because of you." Kon's fingers disappeared into the folds of his cunt, slipping inside himself and drawing a shaky breath from the demon. "Gods, I'm tight. It's been so long since I've had anything bigger than my fingers inside me."
Tim's clothes were forgotten as he crawled closer to his Master. Slick spilled out from Kon's cunt as his fingers pushed deeper in. Getting on his stomach, Tim kissed the fingers, red eyes flicking up to watch Kon's face. The demon's face scrunched slightly in pleasure, a red flush staining the tan skin.
"You're so close. I can feel your breath." Kon pulled his fingers out before sliding them back in. Tim's eyes dropped back down to watch his Master fuck himself on his own fingers. The sloppy sounds of the demon's cunt made the servant's mouth water.
"You're watching so intensely." Kon tried to close his legs, embarrassment setting in, but Tim pushed them back open. The demon whimpered, his legs trembling against Tim's hold. When did his servant get so physically strong? Or maybe Kon's always been weak when it came to Tim.
Kon's fingers crooked just right to brush against his sweet spot. His legs spasmed against Tim's hands as the demon tried to hold back a loud moan. His servants could be right outside his door, and it occurred to Kon that he hadn't checked if it was locked. Of course, they'd knock because his servants respected his privacy, but would the demon be able to keep his voice steady long enough to send them away?
The thought of getting caught by someone had Kon clenching hard around his fingers. Would his servants be disappointed in him? The demon was a bit of a free spirit and wasn't known for being exceptionally reliable on daily tasks, but Kon always took good care of everyone. Would they lose faith in him?
Lips pressed against his fingers again, and Kon groaned. Tim's eyes were back on his face, watching him as Kon fell into depraved thoughts. A smile danced on his servant's lips, and the look in his eyes had the demon believing that maybe Tim had developed the ability to tell what he was thinking.
"You like being watched, don't you? It's all over your face. Whenever my eyes are on your sopping wet pussy you squeeze around your fingers so beautifully. Maybe next time we should do this in your throne room." Tim grinned at the shiver that ran down Kon's spine. His Master was like an open book when it came to what turned him on.
"Anyone can walk into that room without knocking. Servants are always there, cleaning and keeping everything in order. What if one day I fucked you on your throne and one of them saw you bouncing all pretty on my cock. I have no doubt they'd immediately be turned on from watching you."
Kon groaned, his face flushed hot. "Fuck. Stop talking. Your voice is getting stuck in my head, and your words are warping my thoughts." The demon's hips rocked against his fingers with every new fantasy Tim voiced, and Kon was close to losing it. His climax was right there. If Tim kept talking, then Kon would be a goner.
"Warping your thoughts? I don't think so. I think you started out already warped. Think about it. One of your servants catching you getting fucked silly and touching themselves to your fucked out face. I know a few of the men have a crush on you. Can you imagine one of them stroking their thick, hard cocks to your moans? What a sight that would be." Tim would never allow someone else to see his Master like this, but that didn't stop him from enjoying how much his words and scenarios affected the demon.
"Fuck! Tim!" Kon clamped down hard on his fingers as his orgasm washed over him. The servant watched fluid spill over the demon's fingers, splattering onto the bed sheets.
Kon's chest heaved heavily as he pulled his fingers out of himself, the digits coated in slick. Thick strands of semi-translucent fluid connected his fingers, and Kon was amazed at how good masturbating while being watched could feel. Blue eyes glanced down at his servant, admiring the way all of Tim's teasing vanished at the sight of his Master's hand. Like a dog watching a treat, Tim's eyes followed every motion with laser focus.
"Open your mouth for me, Tim. I have a treat for you." Kon chuckled at how eagerly Tim complied with his order. His servant's tongue lolled out of his mouth, saliva spilling off the tip of it. Tim really was like a dog right now. Like an eager little puppy.
Kon slid his fingers into Tim's mouth, feeling the vibration of the man's moans as the taste of his Master flooded his taste buds. Without hesitation, Tim's lips closed around the demon's fingers. His head slid back and forth, throat bobbing with every swallow around the tan digits. It was obscene to watch, and Kon couldn't tear his eyes away.
"Very good." The demon pressed the pads of his fingers against Tim's tongue. "Your tongue is so soft and hot. What is your gag reflex like?"
Kon pushed his fingers deeper down Tim's throat, and the man's eyes fluttered. The demon expected his servant to choke, but instead his throat relaxed enough for Kon to bump against the back of it. "Oh, fuck. Why are you so good at giving head?"
Suddenly, jealousy flared in Kon's chest, and he gripped the back of Tim's head. With a sharp tug on the black locks, the demon pulled his fingers from his servant's mouth. Saliva spilled from Tim's mouth, his eyes struggling to remain on Kon.
"You were so concerned over who I've been with that I didn't stop to think of who you've been with." The demon let go of Tim's hair and flipped the man over to his back. Sharp nails kept his servant's hips in place when Tim tried to regain his bearings.
"What were they like?" Kon shredded Tim's pants, the fabric fluttering to the bed as the servant pushed himself to his forearms.
"Wait, Master." Tim was interrupted by a throaty moan when Kon's hands wrapped around his cock. His Master's hand was so soft, not a single sign that the demon had worked a day of labor in his life.
Kon sank to his stomach, elbows tightly secured over Tim's hips to keep the man from squirming. "Were they prettier than me? Oh, maybe they moaned your name in a way that made your cock twitch with joy." Hot lips pressed against Tim's cock, and the servant tried to buck his hips.
"Fuck. Master, you've got it all wrong. They weren't prettier than you. No one is." Tim's arms gave out from under him when Kon's hand squeezed his cock so hard, Tim was afraid his Master might turn it to pulp.
"So you have been with someone other than me. So all that talk about not wanting to be with me because you thought I slept with others was hypocrisy." Kon's inhumanly long tongue wrapped around Tim's cock, spiraling down the thick member.
Gods, it was so hot and squeezed Tim's cock just as hard as Kon's hand did. Tim gripped his face when the tongue started moving. Like a snake with prey in its vice grip, Tim was at the utter mercy of his Master's wrath. Elegant fingers massaged the servant's balls, and Tim sobbed.
"I'm sorry! I was so upset when you left for your trip to Zatanna's kingdom that I stumbled into a brothel without thinking. I wanted to get you off my mind." Tim was so sure Kon had gone to Zatanna's kingdom for a lovers' rendezvous. He was devastated and lost himself in drinking easily. The next thing Tim knew, he was on all fours getting the living daylights fucked out of him.
Anger flashed in his Master's eyes, and Tim's eyes widened when he was flipped onto his stomach. His body froze, trapped in Kon's spell. A hard slap met Tim's ass, and the servant cried out. Tears welled in Tim's eyes at the hot sting, feeling Kon's handprint so clearly against his skin.
"A brothel? Others saw a servant of mine in such a place? Do you know what that could have done to my reputation? No wonder others thought I slept around if my own servants couldn't keep it in their pants." Another slap echoed in the bed chamber, and Tim choked on a moan. He fought desperately against his Master's spell, but he was nowhere near as powerful as the demon when it came to magic.
"I'm sorry, Master. I didn't mean to tarnish your image. I was drunk and wasn't thinking clearly. At least for the first time. I was sober the other times." Tim gasped as words bubbled past his lips before he could stop them. Had his Master placed a truth spell on him as well?
Another slap stung Tim's ass. "How many times did you go to this brothel? Sounds like you are a regular."
Tim kept his mouth shut, sinking his teeth into his tongue to keep from speaking. Fingers gripped the back of his head and yanked on his hair, pulling a cry from the servant and forcing his mouth open.
"Any time you left and didn't bring me with you!" Tears fell down Tim's face as he was forced into sharing his biggest secret with his Master. "I booked the same few people, and since I'm the one who knows your schedule best, I always bought out the week you'd be gone in advance."
His Master's hand closed around Tim's throat, dragging the man up onto his forearms. Tim couldn't fight it. His body was nothing but a doll that Kon could maneuver in any way he liked. The demon's voice was like a serrated blade against Tim's ear.
"So while I kept myself celibate this whole time, you were the one who's been sleeping around like a filthy harlot." Hot fingers rubbed at Tim's hole. A moan that was dragged from the servant was cut off by the demon tightening his hand around Tim's throat.
"Tell me, did you stick your dick in some bitches pussy or were you the one that was fucked like a bitch. I'm so curious to know how my servant likes to get his rocks off." Kon's voice was icy, unlike his usual tone. It occurred to Tim that in all their time together, this was the first time he had ever seen his Master so angry.
The demon was normally laid-back and relatively easy-going. If someone made him mad, he'd send Tim to deal with them, or he'd let it roll off his back. Kon always said that anger would leave wrinkles, and just because he was a demon with the ability to keep himself looking young, that didn't mean Kon wanted to test fate by giving in to anger so easily.
Yet now, all of his Master's anger was directed solely at Tim. It was equal parts terrifying and arousing. "I tried fucking women a few times, but none of them felt right. They were too soft, had too many curves, and their breasts always reminded me that it wasn't you."
"So you got off on having other men fucking you while imagining it was me? What a fucking degenerate you are. I don't even have a cock, and yet you still let yourself be fucked like a desperate slut." Kon slid a finger into Tim, and his servant winced at the dry stretch. The burn mixed with the still-present sting of his ass, the pain setting Tim's nerves on fire. His Master wasn't trying to be delicate with him, knowing Tim's body could take a lot more abuse than a normal human.
"Did you moan and beg them for more. Did you stick your ass out for them like a fucking dog and wail when they plunged their cocks deep inside you?" A second finger joined the first too quickly, and Tim sobbed. If he were a normal human, he'd definitely have torn, but instead his body greedily sucked his Master's fingers in.
Kon's hand released Tim's throat and gripped his servant's face, forcing Tim to look at him. The demon's normally soft blue eyes were dark with rage and jealousy. "Did you cum on their cock, sobbing like you are now?" Kon leaned closer, Tim's eyes wide and filled with fear and barely hidden lust staring back at him.
"Did it feel good? So good, your body went numb and your head went completely blank?" Kon's fingers drove deep inside Tim, punctuating each question.
"Yes." Tim fought the truth spell with everything he had, but he couldn't stop the words from tumbling from his mouth. "To everything. Their cocks hit so deep inside me, turning my head stupid. I begged them for more and came so hard I passed out for a few moments."
Shame and humiliation washed over Tim. There is no possible way his Master would still want him after all this, right? "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Master. I'm nothing but a perverted pig sow. Even now, I should be worried about you hating me, but your anger is turning me on so much I can't think straight."
Kon narrowed his eyes. "You really are nothing but a degenerate. I'm trying to punish you, and you're finding it arousing? Maybe I should tie you up instead. You seemed so interested in someone catching me getting fuck earlier, but what about you?"
"Wha—what do you mean?" Tim didn't like the smile that stretched across his Master's face.
In the blink of an eye, Tim was sitting naked on Kon's throne. His body was still frozen, but now his legs were bound with leather straps. Each shin was secured tightly to his thighs. His arms were also bound behind his back. The servant let out a cry when Kon pushed his knees apart.
"Master! This is too much!" Panic gripped Tim's chest as he watched Kon drop to his knees in front of him. Red eyes flicked to the door across the room that gave anyone who entered a clear view of him.
"Oh? You're alright cooking up fantasies like this for me, but when you're the center of one, you lose your nerve?" Kon spread Tim's hole, making the servant's cock twitch against his will.
Fuck. Terror sank into every part of Tim. The idea of being seen by someone didn't elicit the same response from him as it did from Kon. It really was too much. Kon never used his power over the servant in all their time together, but right now, nothing Tim said seemed to mean anything to the demon.
It really was punishment.
One that Tim definitely deserved.
"I'm not like you. If someone saw me." A moan bit off Tim's words. Kon's amazing tongue slid inside Tim's hole. The long appendage curled and moved so deep inside Tim that he saw stars. Soft lips pressed against his rim while the demon's fingers wrapped around Tim's cock.
Everything felt way too good. Tim was completely overwhelmed, his terror overtaken by lust in an instant. His breathing still came way too fast from being on the brink of hyperventilating. The short breaths made him lightheaded, heightening his sensitivity. Kon's finger stroked Tim's cock, pulling more desperate sounds from the man.
"Please, Master. I don't like this." Tim felt too good in a space where anyone could walk in and see him. His mind was quickly slipping away from him, and Tim didn't like not being aware of his surroundings in such a public place.
Kon ignored his pleas, his tongue making a mess of Tim's insides while his fingers played with the head of his cock. Precum spilled down the length of the thick member, Tim's body incredibly aroused despite fear clinging so tightly to his mind. The servant never thought pleasure could be so terrifying. The sound of rattling reached Tim's ears, and red eyes were immediately on the door to the throne room.
The door was locked, but that didn't sink in to Tim's brain.
The door was locked, but that didn't stop Tim's breathing from getting even faster.
The door was locked, but that didn't change the fact that Tim was still scared.
Scared
Scary
Scary!
Just as quickly as they were in the throne room, Tim and Kon were back on Kon's bed, and the servant found he could move his body again. Immediately, Tim's arms wrapped around Kon, his fingers clinging to the demon like a lifeline. He didn't care that he was shaking like a leaf in his Master's lap like a child. All that mattered was that they were no longer in the throne room.
Tim was safe.
As long as he was with Kon, he was safe.
Kon ran his fingers up Tim's back, soothing the terrified man. "You're alright. It's over. I'm not mad at you anymore." He pressed a kiss against Tim's temple.
Tim buried his face in his Master's neck. "I'm sorry. I never meant to make you mad. I shouldn't have believed only rumors and confronted you about my feelings sooner. Please forgive me, Master."
"I do forgive you, Tim. Even if I was angry, I shouldn't have scared you like that." Kon ran his fingers through his servant's hair. "Can I see your face?"
Tim hesitantly pulled away from his Master, fresh tears spilling down his face when the demon's eyes softened. Warm hands brushed the tears away, and Tim hiccuped softly at his Master's gentle touch.
"I'm sorry, Tim. I'd never let anyone see you like that, but that doesn't excuse my actions. I shouldn't have pushed you past what you were comfortable with. Can you forgive me?" Kon so rarely let his anger get the better of him. Of all time, he should have been better at controlling it; it should have been when he was dealing with someone he cared about.
Instead, he let it cloud his judgment and put Tim through a terrifying experience. The demon would count himself lucky if his servant ever spoke to him again after this. It's more than Kon deserved.
Tim shut his eyes, nodding. "Yes. Of course I can. I know you wouldn't go that far. It's my fault for making you mad in the first place. I deserved to be punished for my stupid actions."
"They weren't stupid, Tim. You were lonely, and that's on me. Even if you kept tight-lipped about your feelings, I still should have brought you on my trips. I thought I was giving you a break from having to take care of me all the time, but I guess all I did was make you feel alone." Kon pressed a kiss against Tim's forehead.
Red eyes fluttered open. "I like taking care of you, Master. Yes, you are spoiled, lazy, and have a terrible habit of procrastinating and pushing your duties onto others, but that doesn't mean I don't like being relied on." It made Tim feel important that out of all Kon's servants, he was the one that Kon relied on the most.
"I guess once again, a communication breakdown between the two of us was the problem. Let's try to be honest with each other from now on. Without the need for a truth spell." Kon peppered Tim's face with kisses, pulling a laugh from the man.
"Okay." Tim bit his lip, placing his hands over Kon's. "If it's alright. Can we continue where we left off?"
Kon blinked. "Are you sure? You're still shaking, Tim. I think we should call it a night and take a bath before heading to bed."
Tim wrapped his legs around Kon's waist, keeping his Master from pulling away from him. "Please, Master. I still want you. If we took things a bit slower, I should be fine."
Kon's eyes softened, and he let go of Tim's face to circle his arms around his servant, pulling him flush against him. "Alright. But I'm stopping if you show any signs of panicking, okay? I won't be upset by it, so if you feel out of your depth, tell me."
"I'll be okay. Can I ask for another favor, Master?" Tim was being incredibly docile and soft in Kon's arms. It was endearing to see.
"You may."
"Can you fuck me tonight? I know it should probably be the other way around, but my head still feels jumbled, and it'd be grounding to have you inside me." Tim was a little worried that he might slip into panic again if he lost his mind over how good Kon would feel around him. He didn't want his Master to end their night yet, so this was a better alternative.
Kon hummed, tilted his head. "Of course. It won't be a real cock, however. Are you alright with a strap?" Kon has heard of some demons who swap between genitalia.
Body modification was never his forte, nor was it something he particularly liked to do. While the demon presented as male and wanted to be perceived as such, he enjoyed his pussy very much. Kon's chest was really the only thing he wanted to alter, and Zatanna was kind enough to do that for him long before Kon met Tim.
"Yeah. I assumed as much. You love your body the way it is, right? I wouldn't ask you to change it just for my sake." Tim's face was so open and honest that Kon couldn't help but feel a little taken with emotion. Even if Tim believed the rumor about his Master, he was still the only person in the whole realm who knew Kon best.
"How did I get so lucky with you, Tim?" Kon kissed Tim's nose. "Lie back against the pillows, okay. I'll get my strap. It's buried somewhere in my closet."
The servant reluctantly pulled away from his Master, making himself comfortable against the incredibly soft pillows Kon loved so much. The demon hurriedly got off the bed and rummaged through his closet haphazardly, throwing random clothes to the side as he searched for the box that held all his toys. He hadn't used any of them in years, so the box was shoved all the way to the back of Kon's massive walk-in closet.
With a sound of triumph, the demon pulled the box, more like a trunk than anything else, out of his closet and pushed it against the bed. Tim leaned over the side as Kon opened the trunk, his eyes widened. "How many toys do you have?"
Kon flushed, smiling a bit sheepishly as he sorted through everything to find his strap. "As many as I could get my hands on. I'm a sexual demon by nature, so a lot of the time, I get so horny out of nowhere that it makes it hard to think. Jerking off with my hand got boring very quickly."
The demon pulled the leather harness out of the bottom of the trunk and threw it onto the bed. Next, he selected a few dildos that were a fairly good size. Standing up and depositing the items onto the bed, Kon let Tim sort through them.
"Pick whichever you like. Since you're not an anal virgin, I picked some that were intermediate instead of beginner." Kon closed the trunk before pilfering through his wardrobe for lube. The demon dropped an assortment of different flavors of lube onto the bed as well once he found them all.
Tim was stunned. He didn't realize Kon was so well prepared for this sort of thing. If he had come across these items before tonight, he probably would have thought they were meant for all of Kon's sexual encounters. Now it held a more endearing light. Kon clearly enjoyed experimenting with different things on himself. The demon seemed incredibly open to experimentation, settling some of Tim's nerves over asking for his favor.
Looking over all the options as Kon climbed onto the bed and secured the harness over his hips, Tim settled on a pretty pink dildo with a good heft to it and a slight curve. His fingers also closed around a berry-flavored lube. Red eyes still held a hint of nerves to them as Tim shuffled over to Kon and presented his Master with his selections.
"Oh, what a good choice." Kon took the dildo from Tim and ran his fingers gingerly over the silicone. "This is one of my favorites. It can reach pretty deep and even has a vibrating function." The demon flipped the switch at the base, and the dildo vibrated with an intensity that made Tim swallow thickly.
"Can I put it on you? And can I ride you? Please, Master." That same eagerness as before filled Tim's eyes, and Kon couldn't help but be reminded of an overzealous puppy. It was amazing how far his servant had come from the human so consumed by rage that he damned an entire town to eternal torment.
"Yeah." Kon handed the dildo back to Tim with a smile and switched positions with his servant. The demon pushed the other dildos and bottles of lube onto the floor as he settled back against the headboard. He propped the pillows up to get a good view of Tim.
Tim laid down on his stomach between Kon's legs. The harness covered Kon's pussy much to the servants' dismay, but Tim refocused his attention to the dildo and lube in his hands. Setting the lube to the side, Tim attached the base of the dildo to his Master's harness, the faint clicks letting him know it was firmly in place.
His Master's hands found his hair as Tim pressed his lips against the bottom of the dildo. Even if it was just silicone, it still warmed under the servant's touch. Kon ran his fingers through Tim's hair as the man kissed up the shaft. Tim's fingers slipped beneath the harness, sliding into Kon's pussy when the servant reached the head of the dildo.
The demon breathed out a moan, pushing Tim's hair out of his face as the man took the tip into his mouth. "Fuck. You're gorgeous, Tim. The best servant I could ask for."
Tim moaned at the praise as he sank onto the dildo. His fingers picked up a steady rhythm as the dildo slid all the way down his throat. Kon's pussy squeezed around Tim's fingers, they were thinner than his, but reached so much deeper.
"You take such good care of me. I'd be lost without you. You're so perfect." Kon admired his servant, whose head bobbed up and down on his cock.
Kon bit his lip. Gods, he was going to be able to fuck this stunning human until he cried. Tim was going to let him completely dismantle his head until he was a shivering mess. Even after scaring him earlier, Tim still trusted him implicitly. Kon's cunt throbbed around Tim's fingers at the thought.
After a few more minutes of enjoying Tim's pretty face, Kon pushed his servant off his cock. A string of saliva still connected Tim's lips to the tip of the dildo, and the man's face was flushed a beautiful pink. The demon caught Tim's wrist and pulled his fingers out of his pussy, bringing the digits to his mouth and swirling his tongue around each one.
The taste of himself had Kon moaning, and he decided to share by pulling Tim close and capturing his lips in a soft kiss. The servant melted into the kiss as the demon's hands spread his red and sore cheeks. A soft whimper spilled from Tim's mouth when his Master slipped his fingers into Tim's hole to test the give. Thanks to Kon's tongue, the man's tight entrance had softened some.
Blindly grabbing for the lube from earlier, Kon's fingers found it and spilled a copious amount over Tim's ass, not worrying about wasting it. The demon broke the kiss with a smile as he slid two fingers into Tim, fucking him earnestly. The servant gripped his Master's shoulders as his hips rocked back to meet each thrust.
"Wait, if you do that, I'll cum. Fuck, you're fingers feel really good, Master."
"You can cum if you'd like. You haven't cum this whole time. I'm sure it'll help you relax." Kon crooked his fingers inside Tim and grinned when his servant threw his head back with a wanton moan.
"Don't stop. Please don't stop. It's too good." Tim hugged Kon's head against his chest as his face crumpled in pleasure. The smooth slide of his Master's fingers felt so much better than when they were dry inside Tim.
Tim liked pain, he really did. He could have easily gotten off on Kon's abuse from earlier if the spell hadn't prevented him. But the way Kon was taking his time with him, deep, intense thrusts paired with a hand on his hip, keeping him steady, had Tim falling apart.
Kon's tail wrapped around Tim's cock and squeezed gently, pushing the man over the edge. The servant cried out as his orgasm washed over him, not like an all-consuming tidal wave but like an intense heat that turned Tim's head to white noise. White fluid splattered all over Kon's stomach, but the demon didn't mind as he pulled his fingers from Tim.
The servant whined at the loss, and Kon smiled. "There you go. Already, you are much more relaxed. I'm going to move you, okay?"
Tim nodded, letting his Master maneuver him however he liked. The head of the dildo nudged against his hole, and Tim moaned. Would he even be able to ride Kon after orgasming? His legs felt like jelly. The tip slipped inside him, causing his insides to spasm. It was so intense after just cumming.
"Hold on. Give me a minute, please." Tim begged his Master, and the demon paused in lowering Tim onto his cock.
"Take as much time as you need." Kon planted kisses along Tim's neck as the servant tried to gather his bearings. His head bumped against the demon's shoulder, struggling to get control of his breathing. Panic wasn't quite close yet, but it would be soon if Tim didn't take a second.
After a few minutes of just breathing, Tim felt more in control of himself. He leaned back, eyes a bit sheepish. "Sorry. I'm alright now."
"You don't need to apologize, Tim. I'm the one who drove the mindset of pleasure and panic into your head. Do you want to keep going?"
Instead of giving a verbal answer, Tim lowered himself down on Kon's cock in one fluid motion. Stars exploded behind his eyes at how deep the dildo was inside him. It hit deeper than anyone's cock from the brothel. Leaning back, Tim pressed a hand against where the tip bulged slightly, moaning at the feeling.
"Tim!" Kon's hands squeezed his servant's hips, concern lacing his voice. "Don't do that so suddenly. Your body might be tougher than a normal human's, but you should still be careful with yourself."
Tim leaned forward with a smile, taking Kon's face into his hands. There wasn't a trace of the anger that made his Master's eyes so cold from before. This was the Kon that Tim knew. Overly concerned about everyone but himself and always willing to lend a hand.
"Master. Can I tell you a secret?"
Kon swallowed thickly, nodding. "Of course."
Tim kissed his Master, loving the way the demon softened against him. "I think I'm in love with you."
Kon's pretty blue eyes widened. "Me? Really?"
Tim laughed. Only Kon would be surprised by a confession after all they've done. "Of course you. I think I've been in love with you since the moment you saved me at that altar. I know servants can't be with their masters, but I'm alright with that as long as our feelings are mutual."
Kon's eyes lit up. "Actually, they can."
Tim tilted his head. "They can?"
"Yes! Jon brought it to my attention this afternoon. There is no rule in the contract forbidding a servant from being partners with their masters. It was just something older demons didn't like because they felt humans were inferior."
Tim blinked, his eyes filling with awe. "So that means I can be your partner?"
Kon nodded so hard he was afraid his head might pop off. "Yes, yes! Please be my partner. I love you just as much, Tim. I don't want anyone but you."
Tim kissed his Master in lieu of an answer, feeling Kon sigh into it. The servant rolled his hips, moaning into the kiss. "Yes. I'll be your partner as long as you'll have me."
The demon took Tim's hands into his, lacing their fingers together. He broke the kiss as he bucked his hips. A smile danced on Kon's lips at Tim's pretty moan, red eyes fluttering.
"Oh, fuck. That hits so deep, baby. Do that again." Tim squeezed Kon's hands as his Master granted his wish, setting a steady pace.
"Baby? Is that any way to speak to your Master, Tim?"
Tim whined, his thoughts jumbling and scattering with every thrust. The servant clenched around his Master's cock, hips desperate to meet Kon's every time. The demon's pace wasn't rough like it had been before. No, this time he fucking Tim like he was something precious. The human's chest tightened with emotion. He hadn't realized that being cherished could feel this good.
"I'm sorry, Master. It slipped out."
Kon hummed in amusement. "Is that a nickname you'd use in the brothel?"
The servant whimpered. Tim didn't want to think about his time in the brothel when he was with his Master. Nothing during his time there compared to this. Black locks swayed gently as Tim shook his head.
"No. I honestly don't know where that came from. It just felt like the right thing to say at the moment." The dildo brushed against Tim's sweet spot, sending a shudder down the servant's body. His own hips lost their rhythm, but Kon made certain to search for that spot again.
"So, it's a name all for me then?" The demon let go of Tim's right hand to tap on the switch at the base of the dildo. "Let me hear more of it."
With a flick of the switch, the dildo came to life inside Tim. The servant immediately circled his arms around his Master with a sharp cry. "Oh gods, baby. Fuck, that's so good!"
Tim buried his face in Kon's neck, his legs turning to mush. His Master placed a hand on the small of his back, keeping the man in place as Kon found Tim's sweet spot again. The servant wailed, sharp nails cutting red lines over the demon's shoulder blades.
"Right there! Gods, don't stop. Fuck, baby. Fuck me harder. Please, I can take it. I'm so close. Make me cum on your cock, babe." Tim babbled incoherently, tears wetting his face. His Master was so good to him. There wasn't a demon in this realm or the next that Tim could possibly think of serving besides Kon.
"Your voice sounds so good when you beg, Tim." Kon picked up his pace, hitting Tim's sweet spot again and again. Tim's cock bounced pathetically, precum spilling over his Master's stomach.
He was going to cum untouched. Kon didn't flinch when Tim's nails drew blood as the servant screamed. Sharp teeth sank into his Master's shoulder as Tim's orgasm slammed against him like a freight train. White ropes of cum splashed over his Master, marking him in such an obscene way. The taste of iron flooded Tim's mouth, and his fingers ran through his hair.
The dildo was mercifully turned off, leaving Tim completely boneless as Kon soothed him. It took a few minutes for the servant to regain enough of his senses to pull his teeth from the demon's shoulder. Heavy breaths fanned over Kon's skin as Tim took in the damage he had done to his Master. A hot tongue apologetically ran over the bite mark. It was much deeper than he'd meant.
"Are you back with me, Tim?"
Tim leaned back at the sound of the demon's voice, nodding sluggishly. He was exhausted, all of tonight's events catching up to him at once. "M'sorry. You okay?"
Kon laughed softly at how cute Tim was. The man's mouth was covered in blood, but his speech was slurred, and his eyes were tired and satiated. "Yeah, I'm alright."
A kiss was pressed against Tim's forehead as the servant struggled to keep his eyes open. "Sleep. I'll clean everything up."
Tim wanted to protest. It was his job to take care of his Master, even if he was on the brink of falling asleep. Warm hands running up and down his back stole the servant's voice, however, pulling him deeper down into a blissful, dreamless slumber.