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Dark satin dripped along broad-set shoulders, little tassels swinging from the fan-breeze and cascading over violet-tinged flesh alongside soft dreadlocks. Nerai’s claws clacked along the key’s engraved head as he inserted its tail into the lock, turned till it clicked, then exclaimed: “I can’t fucking believe you’ve never seen Neon Genesis Evangelion.”
His beloveds had already plopped themselves down on the couch, sticky with hell-wrought sweat. To the left, Kazimir; a plump woman dressed in regal violet, her gaze soft, her maw still stinking with absinthe and herbs. Her thick fingers waved nonchalantly in the stuffy air, adorned with golden rings and baubles, her eyes rolling, her horns hung back, as she sang: “I’ve just never really been interested in television. All those mortal fictions… what a bore. Where’s the violence?”
At that, the other demon nudged. A taller, slimmer she-goat, similarly adorned, brass rings hanging from those root-like horns like christmas ornaments. She clawed unconsciously at the couch’s soft polyester, leaving idle streaks along the impressionable fabric, that dagger-like gaze flying from eyeliner-clad lids and landing squarely upon Kazimir’s mien.
“Well, you hardly have watched any television at all,” Niya sniped. “What a complete cultural deficit. Even humans have more discerning taste than you. What have you been doing all this time?”
Kazimir, taking the insult in stride, let loose a wry smile and replied: “Wood whittling? Carpentry? High fashion? Sculpting? Mastering the art of arcane magics?” She gave a little laugh, a playful poke at Niya’s muscled tummy. “Not like you’d know anything about that.”
The goats’ lips then met in a short-lived kiss. Kazimir’s fingers graced the small of Niya’s back, her other hand meandering and gracing the round edge of her breast. Nerai watched in silent intrigue as their tongues entwined, a couple small moans escaping their pursed lips, before Niya pulled away, eyed her lover with mock disdain, and said: “At least tell me you’ve seen a sitcom or two.”
“Never,” Kazimir admitted. “But I’d be interested in watching.”
Nerai then stepped toward the both of them, silver baubles hanging from his dress and clanking against his hips, as he sat himself in the middle. His thighs nuzzled warmly against his lovers’; he then swiveled his face between them, grinning wide, and proposed: “How about we start Kazimir off with something simple? Yaknow, like Full House? Something relaxing to round out the night.”
Niya shook her head at the proposition, said: “Never seen that one.”
“Maybe Seinfeld?” Nerai asked.
“Sein-who?”
“Cosby Show?”
Niya then screwed up her face, replied: “...You know he’s in hell with us right now, right?”
Kazimir, quite amused with the banter of unknown nothings, clapped her hands excitedly and belted: “Oh! How about Friends? I heard about that one from a friend of mine.”
The other two shared a glance, shrugged; doubtless, the lot of them would be molesting each other within the hour anyhow. So Nerai fingered the remote, turned on the long-abandoned television in the room’s corner, then painstakingly navigated the menus until the screen shone bright, the speakers barking canned laugh tracks of the long-deceased.
As the lot of them basked in the white-blue electric fuzz, Nerai’s mind wandered. Just a few hours prior, they’d been sat within a dark, candlelit dining room; waiters and hostesses of every shape and hue scurrying by, delivering steaming hot entrees, nearly knocking their prominent horns against the chandeliers and candelabras and low-hanging banners.
Nerai’s gaze was, of course, stuck upon his beloveds. Sat opposite, one short, one tall; one shy, one bold; one rosy, the other stern.
The fabrics dripped along their thinly furred flesh like exquisitely wrapped gifts, their necklaces and chokers dangling with every chuckle and adoring word. Even the way their bejeweled fingers curled around the menus was enough to drive him mad. As the meals arrived, the poor dragon was still lost in fantasy; imagining Niya’s strong fingers curled around his neck, while Kazimir’s soft touch slipped further and further below…
Niya’s voice interrupted the television’s buzz. She took a drag from her cigarette, tainted with the scent of clove, and said: “Don’t think I didn’t see how you were looking at me tonight, Nerai.”
The dragon laughed at that, replied: “What? Am I not allowed to be a pervert for my own girlfriend?”
His comment was met with a coy smile. “I never said that,” Niya spoke. “I just think it’s cute, dear. Even now, you treat me with the same reverence as when we met.”
And indeed, Nerai did. He practically worshiped the ground that she walked on, after all. That familiar scowl from which Niya’s joy suddenly sprang; her thin, forked tail which whipped with annoyance and sadistic joy; her rippling biceps, capable of ripping his arms clean off.
“Well, you’re a dream,” Nerai said. Even now, quivering with anticipation and arousal, he dared not meet her eyes. “I like how you, uh… take initiative, haha. It’s really… it’s really hot.”
Kazimir, however, was deaf to the burgeoning sexual tension. Pointing a stubby finger toward the screen, she screwed up her face and said: “Are these people real friends? I know the show is called Friends, but they’re actually quite mean to each other.”
Charmed by Kazimir’s naivete, Nerai opened his mouth to reply; but only a little squeak emerged, his cheeks rapidly filling with blush. Niya’s slender fingers had wrapped themselves gently around Nerai’s thigh, sliding in the divet between his dress and flesh. A subtle show of devotion and ownership.
Nerai turned his head, met Niya’s gaze; therein laid the unmistakable hunger he’d grown used to. Half-lidded, red irises peaking out from beneath grey-black eyeshadow, that short snout turned upward, huffing the air.
“You know,” Niya began, “even the scent of you drives me wild, dear. During dinner, I couldn’t stop thinking about it.”
Nerai was, predictably, embarrassed. “R–really?” he sputtered, and sat backward, his shoulders fit snugly between the demons’. “I forgot your sense of smell is so honed, haha. I guess since I used to be mortal, I don’t really think about it.”
Kazimir, suddenly disinterested in the television, turned and exclaimed: “Right? He smells so fucking good.”
Suddenly, Nerai found himself surrounded by lustful demons. He turned from Niya’s predatory gaze to Kazimir’s soft, tender eyes; shining green irises shone there like emeralds, her soft red-tinged lips quivering with anticipation. The tip of her nose rose and fell instinctively, the scent of Nerai’s musk and sweat making her jaws water.
“D–do I really smell that good?” Nerai sputtered. “I mean, I’m flattered, I just…”
Before he could even finish, Nerai felt his arm upheld and tossed aside by Niya’s fingers, exposing his vulnerable armpit. Her lips contorted into a perverted, saliva-ridden grin; those winged eyes squinting in self-indulgent glee.
Niya whispered: “You don’t expect me to only admire from a distance, do you?”
Nerai chuckled, replied: “O–of course not.”
The goat’s hot breaths then graced his flesh, her lips only an inch away, her massive frame craning over the little dragon like a huntress over prey. She then pressed her maw squarely within Nerai’s armpit, inhaled deep, and let out a satisfied sigh. That familiar, sour scent of Nerai’s sweat mixed with the fruity cologne he’d applied earlier that night, and the subtle, earthy scent of Nerai’s unwashed skin.
“Just the scent of you turns me on,” she whispered, and shoved herself deeper, eyes closed. Her fingers closed harshly around Nerai’s forearm, holding it taut, her lips tickling and kissing along the underside of Nerai’s shoulder.
Nerai’s heart raced at the sudden intrusion. Naturally, Kazimir could hear every adorable thump-thump-thump of his cardiovascular system; with quiet glee, she listened to the rushing of his blood, the growing unsteadiness of his warm breaths, until their eyes met, sultry and smiling.
“H–hey,” Nerai greeted sheepishly.
With Niya still at work, Nerai and Kazimir’s lips gently met. The stout demon hardly had to bend forward; she instead reached herself around Nerai’s neck, held his nape, and pulled the boy forward, holding the shaking dragon against her buxom chest. Her lips were soft and wet, smelling of aged wine and patchouli, her chin pressed firmly against the dragon’s thin-run stubble.
Kazimir showed no restraint; her tongue lovingly slid within Nerai’s maw, past his sharp incisors and along his hard molars, moving onto his tongue and violating him, that grip on his nape growing stronger, his mouth growing warm with alcohol-tinged spit.
Moans shot from Nerai’s throat, his body undulating against the demons who consumed him, their writhing bodies bathed comfortably in sparing cerulean light. Niya’s lips silently opened and planted wet kisses along Nerai’s shoulder, dripping down onto his armpit, met with the burgeoning, musky hair there, absorbing every bit of his scent, before her tongue then slid out and began to lick. Slowly, trailing along the contour of his triceps, her love left sticky residue, each bit of flesh coated with worship.
The ticklish sensation made Nerai whimper and writhe, but Kazimir only held him closer. She pressed her round stomach against his, bending over him now, sitting on her knees, and gripped his face; her little goat tail flitted as she moaned into his mouth, working her tongue deeper, deeper, until it eclipsed Nerai’s, plunging into his throat and sliding lovingly against his insides.
Overwhelmed, Nerai felt his consciousness swim. He had never been licked along his armpits before; the sensation was ticklish, intimate, and insanely erotic. Already, he could feel himself growing out, his cock tenting his little sparkling dress, yearning for his beloveds’ touch.
Kazimir then retracted herself, spurring Nerai to sputter and cough; that taste of his beloved’s mouth still pervaded him, stuck to his cheeks and gums, haunting him as fresh air blessed his lungs. And yet, Kazimir still looked into his eyes, her chest heaving, as that long, prehensile thing lolled from her maw.
Stunned, embarrassed, and a tiny bit terrified, Nerai managed to say: “Y–you’re so fucking beautiful, Kazimir.”
The compliment drew a warm smile from the goat. Her round ass wagged with glee, hanging precariously over the couch’s arm; and she replied: “I could say the same of you, my dear.”
The compliment snapped Niya from her musk-induced trance. Moving her sweat-soaked snout from beneath Nerai’s arm, she teased: “Oh, so you get to worship his mouth first? So predictable.”
But with a wave of her hand, a gleeful smile, Kazimir simply replied: “Oh, Niya, don’t worry. You’ll get your fill.”
Kazimir then casually shifted her thick thighs from the couch, knelt on the floor by Nerai’s feet. The dragon sat there with his legs spread, half-mast, only a thin slip of polyester protecting his nethers from the demons’ influence. A hesitant grin rose to his face, his reddened cheeks turning away in embarrassment, his tail whipping, as he spoke: “Kazimir, I…”
The she-goat, however, had already begun her work. Her soft palm snaked its way upward from Nerai’s ankle, gently working its way along his calf, his knee, and finally between his quivering thighs. The playful demon squeezed him there, relishing in the dragon’s little whimpers and twitches, playing with his flesh.
“Y–you know I’m sensitive there,” Nerai choked. “Be gentle, okay?”
Kazimir laughed at that, replied: “With you, Nerai… I’m always gentle.” She then squeezed a little harder and added: “But as a demon, well… you can surely take a little more than a measly mortal, right?”
The goat’s hand then meandered deeper, caressed the underside of Nerai’s package, still hidden beneath his dress; instinctively, Nerai’s hand rose to cover his mouth, stifling the pleasured groans which burgeoned from his throat.
Noticing this, Niya gently took his hand, moved it away; the two locked eyes now, Niya’s devilish grin met by Nerai’s anxious, sputtering lips.
“Don’t cover your mouth,” Niya cooed, and cupped Nerai’s cheek. Her breasts swayed by the harsh LEDs, contoured by darkness. In a low voice, she then teased: “It’s greedy to keep your pleasure all to yourself, isn’t it?”
Nerai didn’t have time to reply. The she-goat leaned close, rust-colored flecks dancing in her eyes, those beautiful pupils enrapturing him in spellbound lust. Her maw pulled back into a mischievous grin, revealing sharp teeth, hot breath cascading from her quivering nose and perfuming the distance between them with clove and burnt hickory.
Niya kissed softly. Her thinly furred lips planted upon Nerai’s with palpable restraint, one arm bracing the couch’s backside while another caressed the dragon’s neck. The subtle scent of a campfire invaded his nostrils, filled him up, and left him desperate; as Niya’s mouth kissed gently along his cheek, his neck, he felt himself grabbing involuntarily at her hair, his knuckles swept by thick dark fur.
“N–Niya,” he called. “Please… more, please…”
A small chuckle emanated from Niya;s throat; only a few millimeters away from his trachea, her fangs shone.
“What?” Niya teased. “Don’t tell me you’re that desperate.”
The insult caused Nerai to glance away, purse his lips. Despite his better judgment, he couldn’t banish the thought from his mind; Niya’s weight holding him down, her fangs sunken beneath his thick hide, piercing his most intimate boundary. He wanted so badly to be violated by her, to be wrapped utterly around her finger. To be her pet. The mere possibility made his flesh tingle, his breaths shallow…
To ask, however, was far too embarrassing. He couldn’t bear to verbalize it; even as Kazimir’s snout began to huff along his length, beckoning forth his lust, he resisted the urge to beg.
Luckily, it is a lust demon’s job to notice such things. Smelling that delicious fear in his heart, Niya pulled back, sighed, and asked: “Nerai… do you want me to mark you?”
“What?” Nerai asked, as if it wasn’t exactly what he was thinking. Genuine surprise colored his voice. “You? Leaving big hickeys on me? I would never even think…”
The she-goat, however, was not content to waste time. Tilting her head forward, her gaze unbreaking, gently scratching along the dragon’s shoulder, she cooed: “So if I marked your throat – no, your entire body – as my own… as my property… you wouldn’t like that?”
Nerai had hardly ever felt so called out. Several choice words sprang to mind, all tinged with that familiar denial he’d expressed countless times before. But instead, mustering his bravery, he said: “...Maybe. Would that be so bad? Haha.”
A chuckle then sounded from down below. Kazimir’s round face, pressed up against Nerai’s incriminating length, bathing the thing in warm breath. His flesh subtly pulsed against her cheek, a drop of lust coalescing on its tip. And the chubby demon teased: “Look how hard he’s getting! He definitely wants it.”
Nerai’s maw dropped at his utter nudity; and, scrambling for an explanation, he whined: “W–wait! I can explain. It’s just, uh…”
But Niya only chuckled, bent closer. And tenderly, she asked: “Nerai… tell me the truth. What do you want, really?”
The dragon grinned, looked askance, and muttered: “I–I want you to dominate me.”
Niya then cocked her head, hissed: “Then tell me so.” Her words betrayed utter confidence; she could feel the butterflies fluttering in Nerai’s stomach. “Come on, you can beg better than that.”
And indeed, she was right. The words battered against Nerai’s teeth, begging for release; but instead, mustering his last shreds of resistance, he muttered: “D–do I really have to beg? It’s so degrading…”
“Why, yes,” Niya said. Her sharp nails raked along Nerai’s neck. The smugness in her voice was palpable. “You do.”
So with a gulp, a little shiver, and with his beloveds watching in awed silence, Nerai closed his eyes and admitted: “Niya… I want you to dominate me.” A pause, then: “Please. Whatever you’d like. I… I’m just so desperate for you.”
Those words made Niya’s stomach alight. The sight of such an adorable boy demeaning himself for her pleasure; the flutters of his frightened gaze, the begrudged, shameful words dripping from his lips.
“You’re perfect,” Niya whispered. Her lips closed in on the boy’s neck, eyes closed. Nerai whimpered as he felt the warmth close in, wet saliva pressed against thin flesh. Niya’s hand closed over his shoulder, clutching tight, as she huffed the sweet scent of his musk.
“Please,” Nerai said. “Mark me, please…”
That suction then turned into a dull searing pain; a satisfied hum fell from Niya as her incisors ran up against Nerai’s skin. She felt the subtle bend of it, the way Nerai instinctively pulled away, grabbing thoughtlessly at Kazimir’s horns in a futile show of resistance. Tendons pulled taut beneath the thin layer, screaming for Niya’s harsh embrace.
“Fuck,” Nerai breathed. The words screamed out from within him, long-held and breathy. His spine shuddered, his breaths unsteady, as he begged: “Please, Niya. Please, keep going!”
Kazimir, however, was not to be outdone. Shaking herself away from their saccharine sadistic display, her claws readied, she sank her fingertips firmly into Nerai’s thighs; her maw then ducked down, began to smooch along the base of Nerai’s shaft. The poor dragon squirmed and bucked against her embrace, only to be forced downward once more, his ass squished against the cushion under the weight of Kazimir’s bosom.
“You’re twitching,” Kazimir teased, and gently stroked along Nerai’s cock. With even the slightest touch, the boy’s tip flared, spewing a small trail of lust, glistening with blue light. Kazimir eagerly traced her tongue alongside, lapping that bitter love just short of the glans.
Nerai felt himself completely overwhelmed. His body spasmed uncontrollably, yet to no avail. Niya handily pinned his shoulders against the plush cushion, self-indulgent moans singing, baring her fangs harder; she could feel those incisors about to pierce through the skin, that slight taste of iron beckoning her forth, practically begging to be devoured. Like a feral animal, herthin tail waved in anticipation. Nerai’s pathetic moans rang out like music.
Down below, Kazimir slathered Nerai’s cock in tender licks. Hanging from her mouth, long and pink, her tongue coiled lovingly around the dragon’s dick. Squeezing it tight, the she-goat constricted her grip, greedily milking each drop of lust.
Niya then disengaged herself from the dragon’s neck, took in a deep breath. Cold air filled her lungs, puffed out her chest; her thick cock burgeoned from between her legs, squishing needily against Nerai’s side. Warm precum oozed from the thin fabric of her dark panties, tendrils sticking against Neria’s skin with each tug and push of their bodies.
The demon then gently traced her finger along the violet-black hickey. Nerai let out a breathy moan as his tender skin was depressed, that once-searing pain replaced by a dull throb, adoringly attended.
“I’d have kept going,” Niya said, “but, frankly… I missed seeing the fear in your eyes.”
Her fingers then moved up, clenched the dragon’s jaw. Nerai turned to face his mistress, his eyes starry, only to be met with a hungry grimace. Niya’s teeth clenched in anticipation as she looked upon her prize, her eyes swimming with red-violet, her chest heaving as she resisted the urge to devour him whole.
“I–I love you,” Nerai sputtered. The words came streaming from his chest, unfettered, that familiar shame melting away into waves of pleasure. “I love you so much. Both of you. Please, please… more.”
Niya chuckled, asked: “You hear that, Kazimir? I think he wants more.”
Kazimir replied with a hurried nod, a gentle hum. Her tongue then moved upward to Nerai’s glans, stroked along it, enveloping him in warmth. His lust trailed along the back of her tongue, trailed down her throat, and urged her into a frenzy; every moan from his mouth practically begging for more, his arched back lightly thrusting it against her lips.
“Please, Niya,” Nerai groveled. All those defenses he’d spent years accruing, gone and dismantled by the she-goat’s fangs, utterly and totally enchanted by her honeyed words. “Please,” he begged, “please…”
Niya was quite pleased to see his unabashed desperation. Licking her chops, a wide smile gracing her mien, she bent forth and planted a kiss on Nerai’s lips; then another, and another, her hand snaking around the back of his head and gently tugging at his dreads.
The dragon’s head swam, the overstimulation slowly working its way up his spine. With his powerlessness made embarrassingly evident, his woozy gaze barely fixated on the goddess looming over him, his hands tenderly moving to grasp her breasts.
“You’re mine,” Niya whispered, that smoky breath infiltrating Nerai’s nostrils, her sharp index clawing under his soft chin. “Mine, now and forever… and don’t you forget it.”
With that, she closed in. She yanked him forward by the hair, their lips locking, and plunged her tongue into his mouth. Nerai opened his jaw and allowed himself to be violated; first his tongue, then his puny incisors. Niya’s tongue slithered along each, feeling the little contours and grooves, his mouth suddenly coated in the faint taste of tobacco smoke.
Her hand then moved down to his chest, gingerly rubbing his nipples and tugging them out. Nerai groaned and bucked, his breasts tingling and yearning, every sound subsumed into Niya’s mouth. Those petty movements which sought to pull him away only incensed Niya further; she firmly gripped his hair, pulling him forth, disallowing even a moment of respite.
“That’s it,” Niya growled. “Just give in.”
The dragon’s cock throbbed. Kazimir cruelly teased him again and again, that tongue slowing to a stop with each pump of his hips, lingering on her grinning lips, just barely on the verge of entry.
“Please,” Nerai begged. His eyes turned downward to the beautiful demon between his thighs, that sly grin, saliva dripping from her lips. The sight simultaneously maddened and frenzied Nerai; his hips thrust forward mindlessly, imploring, as the cruel demon kept him from release.
And with a giggle, Kazimir teased: “You should ask nicely, honey. Maybe then we’ll give you what you want, hm?”
To which Nerai breathily replied, without hesitation: “P–please, Kazimir… can I fuck your mouth?”
With that, Kazimir’s eyes alit; that wholly frantic pursuit of pleasure, those quickened breaths, the pathetic cuteness of his face. She couldn’t bear to deny him.
Her mouth then closed over his cock, slowly suckling along its tip, before delving it deeper into her throat, each movement deliberate. Cradled between her tongue and palate, his cock slid against her moist insides, a groan erupting from his lips.
“Fuck,” he breathed. “Fuck, Kazimir, you…”
Nerai couldn’t speak. Niya hurriedly grabbed his hair, turned him, and plunged herself inside him once more; deeper this time, her tongue unfurling from that hellish maw and snaking along his tongue, then further inside, lapping along the base. Only a thin stream of fresh air kept Nerai upright as he felt himself completely overtaken.
“That’s it,” Niya cooed. “Just let go, dear.”
Nerai could feel himself fading. That apprehension, that fear, melted into pure arousal. His hands clutched Niya’s breasts as the beast forced herself upon him, her penis throbbing against his bare side, their breaths combining, her tongue filling him up and infringing on his throat as he writhed against her breasts.
Kazimir felt the dragon throb against her insides with every little thrust of her jaw. Lust oozed into her tummy, her earrings quietly clinking as her jaw worked to and fro. Pleasured moans turned crazed as she felt Nerai’s hips buck more and more, her beautiful eyes still gazing upwards at the object of her worship, her red lipstick leaving smears of crimson along his throbbing flesh.
“I–I’m close already,” Nerai breathed. “Fuck, I… I–”
“Do it,” Niya commanded. Her grip grew tighter, jerking the poor dragon like a toy, his autonomy wholly forfeited. “Cum inside her, hm? Show me how devoted you are to your mistresses.”
Those words rendered Nerai manic. Niya locked intensely onto her lips, his hips thrusting desperately and deeply, his mind disappearing into an ineffable cloud of devotion and pleasure. Kazimir only gripped tighter with every shiver of his pathetic body, little contented groans falling from her lips, greedily subsuming every drop of lust.
“I’m cumming!”
Nerai’s hands then flew to her horns, holding her tight, as he let out an almighty groan. An intense, all-encompassing pleasure spread from his core outward, his toes curling, his tummy tensing; Kazimir then took him further, her nostrils flaring, as his cock shivered against the back of her throat, pumping his love deep inside.
Kazimir lovingly drank every drop; her tongue massaged in-time with the beating of the dragon’s racing heart, keeping him still there, her chest fluttering as she desperately suckled on his softening length.
“K–Kazimir,” Nerai breathed. Slowly, Niya’s monstrous tongue disengaged from his maw, trailing out in an inches-long, wet mess. “Kazimir, I…”
And without a word, the she-goat then lifted herself from between Nerai’s legs. A grand smile adorned her maw, dripping with his cum; she then lurched forth, greeting Niya’s embrace, and planted a love-laced kiss upon the other demon’s lips, looming over the pathetic dragon. The light of the television illuminated their fur with iridescent blue, a mixture of saliva and cum dripping between their pursed lips and stretching above the dragon’s awestruck, giddy face.
“Holy shit,” Nerai breathed. His dick still twitched against his thigh, leaving sticky lust alongside as the display continued. And with a deep breath, he admitted: “I… I think that might be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
And with a mischievous grin, Niya turned to the dragon, joked: “Better than Friends?”
“Much better,” Nerai laughed, and closed his eyes, bathing in the afterglow. His head fell back onto the cushion, his limbs swimming with orgasmic pleasure. And he repeated: “Much, much better.”