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. (??? x MC)
“What happened, Lucifer?” She asked, taking a seat beside him in the otherwise empty common room.”
“Mammon. What else can ever happen?” He responded wearily.
Ariadne sighed. In hindsight, she should have known that. “What did he do this time?” She asked quietly. “What he did not should be your question. He failed the latest pop quiz, tried to sell off Asmo’s new perfume set that he just bought, and tried to steal some of my important trinkets…” The First-born trailed off. “I don’t even know how to teach him a lesson at this point.”
“Hmm… where is he right now, Lucifer?”
“In the Planetarium, strung up from the ceiling completely naked.” He told her. “It would seem as though you have an idea, my dear.” Ariadne cackled.
“Oh. I do. Can I borrow some stuff from you?”
“You have me intrigued. And of course, I’ll lend you whatever it is that you need.”
About half an hour later, the blonde made her way to the Planetarium, a duffel bag on her shoulder. Out of habit, she knocked at the door first before realising why she was there in the first place. And thus, she kicked open the door and entered the room as if she owned it.
“O-OI!” Came a yell from her left side, making her smirk as she turned around to look at the source. “Tch. Look at you Mammon.” She remarked, honey orbs travelling all along his suspended figure as she took in his condition. Stark naked and bound in red silk ropes, sweat rivulets shining on his body in the near darkness, his breathing elevated and his skin flushed a deep red, and his girthy member achingly hard.
“My, my… this hard from just being strung up? Pathetic.” She commented with a tsk, dropping the duffel on the floor as she moved closer to the suspended demon.
“Wha… What are you even doing here, h-human?!”
“Little ole’ me?” She asked innocently before her expression turned sadistic. “I’m here to deliver your punishment instead of Lucifer. I decided that your elder brother deserves a break.” The woman replied with a smug smile, her hand caressing his ass cheek before slapping it, hard .
The impact of her hand had the demon cry out, both embarrassed to death as well as aroused to the point of no return, his pupils blown wide enough to almost eclipse his blue-yellow irises. “A-Ari…!” Another slap. This time on the other ass cheek.
“I don’t think that's how you’re supposed to address me right now, you pervert.”
“M-Mistress!” He yelped, immediately falling in his role. As a reward, Ariadne took to caressing his stinging ass. He sighed contentedly, loving the way her soft hand felt against his heated skin. However, that feeling proved to be too short lived for him to enjoy as the woman’s hand made its way to his erection, wrapping it loosely around the weeping shaft.
“Mmmph-!” He let out, trying his best to stifle the moan that had just left his lips. “Uh huh… If you hold back even a single one of your pretty noises, I will just leave you all wound up like this for a week .”
His eyes widened and he shook his head vigorously. “No no no! I won’t do it again!”
“Of course you wouldn’t. After all, you’d do just about anything to come, wouldn’t you my pretty slut?~” The effect of her words were immediate as his cock twitched in her hand. “You really love it when I degrade you like this, huh?”
He moaned in response. However, that wasn’t enough for her as she tightened her hold on his cock. “You were asked a question. Or are you already too far gone? Tch, pathetic. And you are supposed to be the Avatar of Greed. The Second-born of the Lords of the Devildom. Now answer.” She demanded sternly.
“Y-yes Mistress. I’ll do anything to come…” He answered, satisfying her enough as she loosened her hold. “I’m your slut… I love it when you degrade me…” He continued losing coherency with every passing minute.
“Do you deserve to come though?”
“I…” Mammon was at a loss. He knew that she knew what he had done. “N-no Mistress.” He confessed, voice breaking.
“Well, at least my little bitch is honest with me. And since you know that you don’t deserve to come, I’ll give you a chance to redeem yourself.” She told him before making a beeline for the duffel. From the depths of it, she pulled out the Whip of Love.
“Count. And if you do good, I might let you cum.” She told him sweetly, cracking the whip.