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Bedel’s room was on the second floor of Mordecai’s modern mansion, close to the stairs and with its own en suite bathroom, even though the only thing he ever truly used was the shower and, when he felt indulgent, the tub. He had lived with Mordecai ever since the contract between them had been signed and made binding, and while their relationship could be said to swing from boiling hot to icy cold, neither of them had ever brought up the idea of separating farther than having their own bedrooms.
His room had enough to keep him entertained, though his needs were truly far and few between. His bed was large and comfortable, piled with soft blankets, sheets, and a multitude of pillows. Normally neatly made, most of the pillows had been strewn around the bed, a few carelessly fallen onto the floor, and the blankets were rumpled from his own grasping hands and curling toes.
Across from the bed was his armoire, a monolith of dark wood that currently had both doors swung wide open to reveal the contents within. The door held hangers of gear; leather harnesses, muzzles made to fit non-canine faces, whips, chains, and ropes; all meticulously organized with precision and care.
The middle had a high mirror with runes and sigils painted along the sides of the glass, below it a set of shelves that held various toys made in a variety of shapes and sizes. Bedel had made most of them himself. He had modeled them after the curious anatomies of his kind. Demons, devils, ogres, and fiends. His collection was an eclectic as it was colorful, and he knew how each and every one felt and compared to the real thing.
The drawers of the shelf were haphazardly opened, their contents here, there, and everywhere. Vibrators, plugs, dildos, and sleeves had all been tried but still Bedel was a panting, hopeless mess in the center of his bed.
None of his toys were working.
Nothing could still the heat rolling around in his stomach, making him absolutely sick with desire. Bedel hated this. His heats were rare, but when they came they were miserable. As an incubus he could look forward to his body betraying him for the purpose it was designed for; to be fucked and filled with cum and pumped full of eggs by any succubus that could manage to find him, and they always came in groups. Normally proximity to succubi triggered his heat, their bodies calling to each other to spawn more of their kind, but this one was spontaneous.
He was at home, in the middle of relieving the pressure of feeding without pouring himself into some sleeping human woman, but now nothing would satisfy him, and nothing helped. He could fill himself with toys of all shapes and sizes all day long, but it wouldn’t bring him any relief. He needed something hot, something real.
Mordecai was out, and should be gone for hours, and Bedel had never hated him more. He’d served the vampire for well over a hundred years and had gone through heats before with him--hazards of enslaving an incubus--but the bastard had still left him alone like this. Nevermind Mordecai hadn’t known any better than Bedel had that this would happen. These events were never predictable, but always seemed to come at the worst times.
He was in no state to leave the house. He could barely leave his bed, which he had piled with every pillow and blanket he could find until it was more nest than mattress. His toys lay discarded beside him. There was slick drying on his thighs, and more still dripping from his hole. He felt like it never stopped. Every minute was another cramp, another painful throb in his cock. He needed more.
“Netto,” he murmured, “Come here… Good boy.”
The Hellhound came loyally at the sound of his name. Among Mordecai’s host of demons, he prized the hounds most. They were faithful and he spoiled them like dogs, despite only being close in namesake. Hideous beasts covered with smooth, oily fur stretched over emaciated bodies, long curled horns like a ram, six shining red eyes, and scaled talons where their paws should be; they were more monster than anything else. But Netto was hot, and he was real, and right now Bedel would have taken anything that could help him. Even a dog.
Bedel rolled onto his stomach, hips jutting up into the air, his slender, smooth tail arched up obscenely. He looked like he felt; a breathless, needy whore. His peachy skin was flushed, glistening with sweat. His bedroom smelled like sex, slick, and pheromones; heady and thick and intoxicating for anything that came near. He didn’t even know if pheromones worked on Hellhounds, but Netto sniffed at the air beside the bed, licked his chops with his long, hot tongue, and climbed up without Bedel needing to tell him.
This was absurd, it was awful, but it was the closest thing Bedel had to what he needed.
They were both demons, it shouldn’t be so bizarre, but no matter how he wanted to justify it, Netto was still hound-shaped and Bedel was still human-shaped, even with his tail, claws, and small horns. No matter what level of intelligence the beast possessed, Netto was still a beast, and Bedel was degrading himself by begging for it to fuck him.
The hound sniffed at his tail, at his hole, tongue lolling out at the scent of his slick, and Bedel quivered. Not even his desperation fully masked the shame he felt, and both feelings coiled together and made his stomach roll again. Netto pawed at the bed with his scaled, taloned feet, until he found purchase, and climbed onto Bedel’s back. The hound's raptor talons sank into his hips, but Bedel hardly cared, and the pain only heightened his urgency.
The thing that pushed inside of him was hard and hot and huge, and the only resistance Bedel’s body offered was far away in his psyche, locked behind a wall of his own heat and need. This wasn’t the lowest point he had sunk but it was close, and he couldn’t even bring himself to care, because it was the only thing here that could reach the spot inside of him that needed to be soothed. As an incubus his body was made to be bred, and overwhelming everything else was the spike of pleasure at finally fulfilling his purpose.
Bedel sank his cries into his pillow as Netto’s hips moved rapidly behind him, concentrating on the hound filling him rather than what he was doing. He shouldn’t care, he needed this, it didn’t matter where it came from. He was an incubus and he needed to be full, he needed it to live, it was too painful to go on without something fucking him. What did it matter how human or not it was, when he wasn’t human himself?
“Netto.”
The hound stilled, still panting above Bedel, its slender bony body full of the heat Bedel so desperately needed to quell his own under its seal-like black fur. For a moment, all Bedel understood was that the horrible pleasure had stopped, and he whined brokenly.
Then he realized who had spoken.
His stomach clenched, he scrambled to push himself upright, but it was too late to pull away. It was obvious what he had been caught doing, with no chance at an explanation or to come up with a lie. Bedel turned his head and stared at Mordecai leaning in the doorway. Casually. How long had he been watching?
“Is this what you get up to when I’m out?” Mordecai asked. His tone wasn’t as upset or disgusted as Bedel expected it to be, but at the moment all he could do was blush darkly with embarrassment. He couldn’t read Mordecai’s expression, but it was stern, and too piercing.
Mordecai took a step inside and Bedel found his voice. “D-don’t,” he said, alarmed. “Get out.”
“It’s my house, my dog, and my filthy little demon,” Mordecai said, as he sat down at the side of the bed like a spectator. He reached up and ran a hand through Bedel’s chestnut hair, pushing it back from his face, which was practically glowing with heat now. Glistening with sweat, all Bedel could do was helplessly watch as Mordecai curled his fingers into the strands and pulled his head back gently, until his back arched. Bedel whimpered; Netto was still hard inside him. “Don’t stop on my behalf.”
To Bedel's horror, Netto started to move again. There was no grace, no control, only a steady animalistic rhythm, and the pointed tip stabbed into Bedel's prostate mercilessly. Mordecai's hand stayed buried in his hair until Bedel was choking out mindless cries and keening wordlessly. Only then did he let go, and Bedel fell into his mountain of soft pillows, wretched. Netto didn't stop, and Bedel no longer knew if he wanted him to.
“You’re doing so good,” Mordecai murmured, his deep, calm voice a cold well that pierced through Bedel’s heat and made it more overwhelming. He stroked his hand down Bedel’s back, following his spine. His fingertips brushed the base of his tail and Bedel uttered a weak cry. “Do you want to come?”
“Uh- uh huh,” Bedel gasped. Mordecai’s fingers circling the oversensitive base of his tail was driving him mad. Netto was still stretching Bedel open, his hot breath inches from the back of Bedel’s neck. Bedel could feel molten drool dripping from the hound's sharp fangs onto his shoulder.
“You want his knot in you?” Mordecai murmured, his blunt nails skating over Bedel’s peachy skin. Bedel’s tail twitched uselessly, still curled over his hip. He wound it around his neglected, weeping cock for some kind of stimulation and bit back another sob. “You want to be bred like a bitch, Bedel? Have a litter of incubus puppies?” Mordecai’s other hand slipped beneath him, and pressed at his stomach until he could feel the Hellhound pressing against his walls. Bedel would have screamed, but didn’t have the breath for it. His knees shook, threatening to collapse.
“F-fu-uh-ck you!”
“You could have, but I guess you wanted to play with the dog more.”
Bedel’s needle-like claws scrabbled over the pillows he had shoved his face into, tearing holes into them. His cheeks were wet with tears, sweet smelling sweat plastered his hair to his forehead, temples, and neck. The room was full of the scent of his pheromones, and Mordecai was torturing him. He was going to die. Mordecai was going to kill him if he didn’t let him come soon.
Mordecai kept his hand on Bedel’s stomach, the one at his tail switched to holding it, pulling lightly. Bedel gasped. “Netto,” Mordecai said firmly, his head turned toward the hound mounting his incubus. “Lo scopati.”
Netto started to push in further, and Mordecai held Bedel’s tail higher, and Bedel's mouth fell open with a silent scream. The knot was swollen and huge, but Bedel couldn't help sucking it in; his body wanted to swallow it up and there was nothing he could do to stop it. By the time the engorged, hot bulb caught inside Bedel’s rim he was broken, his sobs and screams cut apart by his ragged breathing.
Mordecai shushed him, let go of him and eased him onto the bed and his pile of pillows. Netto was stuck inside of him. Bedel was shaking, and Mordecai smoothed back his hair again, murmuring something Bedel couldn't hear. Tears were still leaking down his face. Bedel could feel Netto throbbing inside him, still coming, filling him with brutal heat, and his own treacherous body milking everything it could out of the hound like he was starved.
It was almost enough for him to be satiated, but he could feel the edges of his heat still burning in his veins, the gnawing ache in his lower belly only softened enough for him to finally fall limp on the bed. His breathing was shaky and interspersed with more quiet sobs, tears soaked into his pillow, but his sweat was cooling on the nape of his neck and his scalp where Mordecai ran his fingers through his hair. Shame burned at him hotter than desire now, but it still lurked inside him.
He felt Mordecai’s cold hand slip down his spine and shivered more from the oversensitivity in his skin than the temperature. He could feel Mordecai’s eyes piercing into him and couldn’t understand why he didn’t just leave already and let Bedel wallow in his filth and depravity. But he didn’t leave. Mordecai’s fingers trailed down to the base of Bedel’s spine again and his tail lifted with an incomprehensible mumble. Drool had soaked his pillow along with his tears and his tongue felt heavy and sticky in his mouth.
Bedel didn’t fully understand what Mordecai was doing until he felt his fingers slip lower to trace around where Netto was still stuck inside of him. Bedel gasped, his breath catching from shock and the spark of desire that simple touch set off. He didn’t want to believe what he was thinking about was correct, but Mordecai was just insane enough Bedel wouldn’t put anything past him.
“Want me to help?” Mordecai asked.
You’ve helped enough, was the bitter thought that came first to Bedel’s mind, but the only thing he could get out was a whine, and that wasn’t nearly enough to deter Mordecai. Bedel heard Netto whine and felt the bed shift beneath and behind him, but before he could attempt to lift his head and see what was happening he felt something huge and firm press against where he was stretched around Netto’s knot.
“No-” Bedel choked out. “No, no, Mordecai- Stop!”
Mordecai didn’t stop and Bedel knew he wouldn’t even as he protested weakly, his body and voice completely against him. He was breathless, the keen of a whine still in his throat, his skin prickled with anticipation, his tail curled higher to reveal more of the obscene sight of his abused hole. His back even bowed, lifting his hips higher, begging with every line in his body for more despite what little sanity he had left crying for it to be over.
Mordecai all but shoved into him. He only went slow because Bedel was so crowded already with the hound’s swollen cock. Every inch dragged out more of Bedel’s composure, and of course Mordecai came blessed with endowments in every sense of the wretched word. Bedel was gasping for air by the end. He swore he could feel Mordecai in his throat, his stomach already bulging with demonic seed from his fucking dog. It was Hell on Earth. Bliss bloomed behind his eyes.
“You came again already,” Mordecai observed, but Bedel barely heard him over the sounds his own body was making. Mordecai didn’t even have to move his hips, but every time he did, another white hot spark was lit, igniting Bedel from the base of his spine to the top of his head. He didn’t care about Netto, Mordecai, or his own degradation. He needed more.
Bedel started to press back against the shallow thrusts he was met with. He heard Mordecai groan and a satisfied groan left him along with a burst of his pheromones, intoxicatingly sweet and heady. He knew his blood was more addictive to Mordecai than his scent, but he couldn’t control it. He felt like he couldn’t control anything anymore.
The motion was messy, rhythmless. Mordecai was hard but he started to slip out. Bedel was too wet, and the stretch of the knot and Mordecai’s cock left just enough room for Netto to slip out, finally, the swelling already going down. Bedel wasn’t sure if the cry he gave was from relief or disappointment. Even if his body was built to absorb what it was given, he still felt a burst of slick and Hellhound cum trickle down his thighs. That was all he had the mental fortitude to notice, because just as soon as he was empty, Mordecai slammed his cock back inside.
His large hand grasped the back of Bedel’s neck and shoved him back down into the pillows, which swallowed up his screams. He was still hot and tight, he molded perfectly around Mordecai and tried to draw him in, too. His body offered no resistance whatsoever, drenched as he was in his own and Netto’s fluids. The sounds his body made were shameful from the front and the back. He couldn’t stop his lips from moving, begging for more even as Mordecai pounded an impression of him into his own mattress.
“You shouldn’t be this fucking tight,” Mordecai growled above him, his hand still keeping him mercilessly pinned to the bed at the neck, the other curled around his hip to hold him up as Mordecai used him. Bedel didn’t fight any of it, he clutched at his pillows until they were shreds, his body boneless and ready for anything he could get. He felt Mordecai’s hand slip from his hip to his waist, then the hand at his neck tightened and hauled him out of his sweat and slick-stained nest so that Bedel was forced further down onto his cock. It wasn’t as thick and bulbous as the hellhound’s knot but it was almost better, a thought Bedel had no time to analyze too far before he came again, so hard he saw stars.
Mordecai let him sink down into his lap, and wrapped his arms around him to support him. Bedel was feverish, glimmering with sweat rather than clammy with it. His pink eyes glowed brightly in the heady haze of his room, absolutely full of his scent and their sex. Netto was long gone but Bedel didn’t care about the hound anymore. He accepted Mordecai’s support without complaint, for once, his chest rising and falling rapidly until his breathing started to slow again. Mordecai wiped the sweat from his brow again, and pressed a brief kiss to his temple that Bedel accepted with a quiet murmur.
When Mordecai finally lifted him to clean both of them up, Bedel didn’t protest. He curled up in Mordecai’s arms and ignored his pride for now. He could tolerate the company of his vampiric master a little longer.