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Don’t get the wrong idea, Deanna is perfectly happy. Happy with her job, happy with her new life in the Devildom, and very happy with her boyfriend. Satan made her smile more genuinely than any guy (or demon) she’d ever dated… but, for whatever ridiculous reason, she kept finding herself getting tangled up with Lord Diavolos loyal butler, Barbatos…
Today was no exception to this. Deanna had been invited to the Demon Lords Castle to help prep for Diavolo’s birthday and had been in the castles kitchen all day, alone, with Barb.
Agreeing to help was a very bad move on her part. She knew full well that she’d be paired with him for the preparation. She also knew there was tension there, tension that she had goaded with her sly teasing and flirtatious nature. It wasn’t the butlers fault for thinking she was into him too… so it couldn’t be helped that his hand would linger on the small of her back as he’d sidle in next to her at the kitchen counter.
It certainly wasn’t him then that could be blamed for the suggestive look he gave her as he piped the translucent icing onto the finger buns… a look that she reciprocated coyly.
Feeling the heat of the moment, Barbatos shifted into his imposing demon form. Using his tail to swiftly wrap around the woman’s waist, he wasted no time in pulling her tight to him, the two now face to face and mere inches apart…
“W-Woah- Barb-“ she stammered, flustered by his sudden boldness and growing increasingly regretful of her actions up until now.
“What’s the matter, dear? Isn’t this what you wanted?” The dark green eyes of the demon before her now glinting with a mischief she’d never seen in them before… “you’ve been teasing me all day, after all…”
He grabbed her wrists from her sides and pinned them back against the counter, his tail deftly snaking up her leg - under her skirt. Deanna gasps as the twin slick tips of his serpentine tail intertwine & slip easily into her panties to glide slowly over her folds. The appendage adeptly teased and squeezed her clit ever so delicately, but no matter how soft the touches, she certainly felt them.
Deanna was frozen in place, mostly out of fear, but a shameful part of her core burned with lust at this taboo scenario she found herself in the middle of, her hips twitch as the two ends untangled, one remaining wrapped around her sensitive bud and the other returning to rub and caress around her entrance…
“Barbatos…” her breathy moan of his name as his thin tendril-like tailtips tease her trembling body told him only that she wanted more, she wanted him to take this further…
Without a word he pressed his body even closer to her own, keeping her ass pressed back to the counter he planted his lips upon hers. A groan vibrates up from the demons throat as she reciprocates after a few stiff moments of uncertainty, melting into the adulterous kiss as his tail slipped past her entrance. “Mmmf- fuck- Barb…” she sighed in his mouth, body relaxing as her tongue tangled with his.
This is so wrong… this is has to stop! She kept telling herself, alarm bells ringing in her head, heart beating in her chest as her traitorous pussy throbs around the butlers slick tail. The tel split ends now both pumping inside her as the butler & librarian make out in the otherwise quiet kitchen.
Barbatos eventually pulled away, breaking the kiss and leaving her gasping and searching for his eyes. With a slightly unhinged look of desire in them, he grabs her by the hips, gloved fingers digging into her clothed skin - spinning her around, his tail slipping free from her clenching walls in one swift motion.
“You’re loving this, aren’t you?” He’d smirk as he felt just how wet she’d made his tail, the woman before him now leaning over the countertop panting and blushing a lovely shade of red… “Does Satan make you feel this way…? I doubt he makes your heart race quite as well as I can, Deanna…”
He steps closer, closing the already small distance between them and begins slowly grinding his hips into her, Deanna bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut as she felt his rock hard cock straining the material of his otherwise perfectly ironed uniform trousers.
“Haah… Barbatos, please-“ she whimpers, feeling that heat spread through her once again as he cut her off by pulling her upright with her ponytail, their bodies flush against one another as his hips kept up their movements.
“You’ve teased me long enough, my dear. You really ought to learn who not to mess with in the Devildom…” he chuckled, planting kisses on her neck as his hand maintains it grip on her hip, keeping her right where he wanted her.
Just as the butler was snaking his other hand down to unbuckle his belt, they heard footsteps. Deanna froze, eyes wide as dinner plates as Barb pulls his mouth from her neck, still as composed as ever, seeming to know exactly who it was on the other side.
Instead of moving away, he simply pulled the tray of finger buns he was icing before in front of them both and carried on like nothing had happened.
The heavy kitchen door was pushed open and a mess of blonde hair poked through the gap.
Deanna’s heart sank as she locked eyes with Satan from around Barbatos’ shoulder… the blonde demon furrowed a brow. “What’s going on in here?” He inquired as he stepped in, regarding the two and their awfully close proximity.
Before Deanna could fumble out a response, Barb cut her off; “I was simply showing Deanna proper piping technique…” the butler smiled a sickly demure smile, glancing over his shoulder at the visitor as his still hard cock throbbed against his girlfriends ass.
“Right… well, I’ve been instructed to let Deanna know that she’s to come home for dinner, you left your D.D.D. in your room again.” His voice was flat, clearly not in the mood for any of Barbatos’ games.
“Certainly~ we’re almost done here, don’t worry - I’ll make sure she doesn’t fill up on frosting before dinner~” his chuckle made Deanna’s stomach churn, she hasn’t uttered a word since her love had walked in… most likely out of fear that a moan might tumble out in place of her words…
Satan turns to leave, a twinge of anger pulling at the edges of his lips. Something wasn’t right…
The moment the door was shut behind him, Barbatos bucks his hips into her behind, flipping her skirt up her back her skirt up and nudging his stiff cock right against its target, hindered only by their clothes. “Hmm… it would seem we’re almost out of time, but that doesn’t mean I’m through with you yet, my dear… I must still show you how to properly fill the eclairs with cream…” he sighed, gloved hand deftly unbuckling his belt and pulling down his clothing, tutting to himself as he feels just how sticky his underwear had gotten with his precum.
Once his dick bounces free from the confines of his uniform, Deanna tensed, feeling it rest against her asscheeks. The words that came out of her mouth surprised even her. “Barb please, h-hurry…” she pleads, arching her back and trying to line him up herself…
This behaviour was soon corrected by a swift but firm smack to her rear. “Now now, don’t be impatient.” The stinging from her punishment was only exacerbated by his hand now squeezing where it’d made contact, eliciting a whine from her lips.
Taking his time, Barbatos kept his hand where it was, and used the other to grasp his cock and rub its head against her slick folds. “Mmmh it feels as though you’ve gotten even wetter since Satan stopped by… could it be that almost getting caught excited you that much…? How shameful…” the demon tuts, teasing her with a smirk as he slowly pushes his full length inside.
Deanna gasps and scrambles to grab hold of anything for ballast as he stretches her insides around him. Fuck- he’s so big-! Her inner dialogue cried out. He pushes her chest flat against the counter after having moved the tray away once more, leaning into her ear and whispering as he started to roll his hips into hers; “it’s almost as if you wanted to be caught… should I call him back…? I’m sure he’d make such an amusing face if he saw you like this…” the butler chuckled, feeling her pussy pulse around him as he spoke.
“D-Don’t-“ she uttered, biting her lip as he fucked into her languidly, savouring every quiet whimper & subtle fidget of her hips.
“Why-ever not? Your lips are telling me lies but your body only speaks the truth- ngh-“ his grunts were getting more frequent now as he picks up his pace, quietly mindful that she was needed elsewhere, but seething that his fun had been interrupted.
Deanna was at her limit already, from the overstimulating scenario & all his teasing it couldn’t be helped. “Barb- I’m gunna… f-fuck-!” The librarian rolls back her head as he rammed his cock deeper still, pressing against her cervix and making her wail in pain and pleasure. Her walls clench around his shaft as he spurts ropes of thick demonic seed inside her. “Oh fuck- haaah…” she feels hot, shameful tears roll down her bright red cheeks as her pussy throbs around him, pulsing out waves of disgusting pleasure. She was cheating on Satan and cumming so easily… what a disgusting whore she was.
As she started to come back down, she realised just what had happened. “y-you came inside-?!” She pants, looking over her shoulder back at him in a fit of panic. He looked so disheveled… she couldn’t hide the blush that spread over her face as she looked into his eyes.
“Don’t worry, my dear… it’s a safe day for you” she gulped, how the hell did he know her cycle…? Without anymore fanfare, the butler slipped himself from her sufficiently stuffed hole and tucked himself back into his trousers.
“Oh dear, I may have lied before… about not sending you back full…” that sickly smile was back, she gave him a look that could kill any lesser being… then straightened herself up, knees trembling just a tad making her still hold tight to the counter. “Uhm… I-“
“No need… this will be our little secret, I trust~?” He spoke calmly, but there was no mistaking those words laced with threat…
“Of course-!” She starts, hastening to pull up her panties. Deanna felt a shiver run up her spine as they made contact with her folds, his cum was already starting to ooze from her now that she was upright. “I want you to go straight to dinner now” she tried to interject but he’d raise a single gloved finger. “I won’t hear of it, you’ve kept the others waiting long enough. Any longer and they’ll grow suspicious, no?”
She couldn’t argue there, but this meant she’d have to sit at the dinner table like this…! With no more words between them, he ushered her out of the kitchen and she made a hastened exit from the castle - careful not to bump into Diavolo.
Reaching the dining room she was greeted by a chorus of complaints. “There you are!” “Finally!” “Beel’s almost finished everything…”
She takes her place beside Satan and makes her apologies as she picks up her cutlery and cuts up the food in front of her, it looked like Beel had already taken some of it…
“Sorry boys, we’ve got a lot of prep to do before the party… it’s a lot for just me and Barb to handle” she sighs, trying desperately not to make eye contact with anyone. She could feel Barbatos’ cum soaking her panties as she sat there, the librarian gulped down her food and squeezed her thighs together tightly. Hoping and praying that no one would notice anything.
“Yeah but you two are like, superstars in the kitchen!” Asmo chimed in, finally looking up from his D.D.D., “I’m sure making a few cakes and sandwiches is nothing~~” typical he didn’t see the big picture, and how much work actually went into catering for a birthday party of this scale...
As Deanna was quietly tucking into her food, Satan leant over and pressed a kiss to her cheek, instantly making her blush deep red.
“Ah- Satan… you caught me by surprise with that one…” she’d chuckle, her boyfriend smiling wryly. “Just like how I caught you by surprise in the kitchen? Your face went just as red back then too, you must really get flustered by me~”
Asmo & Levi snicker and whisper amongst themselves, but soon fell quiet when Deanna shot them a look. “Of course, baby~ you know I love when you drop by to see me, your nose is always buried in those books, so any rare chance I get to actually see you is a nice treat…” thinly veiled passive aggressiveness was her special attack…
Satan sighed at her remark, going back to his dinner. “Way to embarrass me in front of everyone…” he snipped as he’d stabbed his fork into a broccoli. “Not my intention, dearest~” she lied. “Well, thanks to Beel - I’m done already. I’m gunna go hop in the shower. And no, that’s not an open invitation.” The woman narrowed her eyes and looked back and forth between Satan and Asmo, the two prime suspects in shower interruptus.
Getting up was a mistake, as she stood, a sizeable glob of demon spunk dripped into her already soaked panties making her pause and grip the back of her chair - desperate to keep composure.
“G-Goodnight.” Deanna waves with one hand as she makes a hasty retreat from the dining room, leaving everyone chatting amongst themselves to go clean up…