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Hyunjin wasn’t very old for a demon, barely 28 years old— he hadn’t even grown into a classification yet. There didn’t appear to be anything that he cared much about. He had no interest in collecting wealth, or basking in leisure. There was no part of him that felt as though he needed to punish humans, and he didn’t desire what others had.
Despite all of that, he got by. He survived— but he was bored. Nothing seemed to stimulate him, no calls to summon ever felt enticing, no offer was ever worth his time.
Until he felt a call with such an intense pull it left him intoxicated. The magnetism was impossible to ignore, clouding his senses with the way every fibre of his being was begging him to follow it. So he finally let himself go, let the alluring summoners lure him over to the other side, ready to entirely commit to whatever was so enticing.
The moment he crossed over, it was suddenly much more intense.
He collapsed, gasping out as his knees slammed into the ground and he crumpled onto the summoning circle, barely even getting a glimpse of the people who called him.
The intensity stung. Everything was too bright, the gravity was too heavy. The scents around him were so utterly delectable that his mouth flooded with saliva and his gut twisted with an arousal that left him whipping his tail around.
His claws gripped into the ground below him and he struggled to get himself upright— he wanted to see them.
When he finally does, he nearly laughs with joy but he’s too weak, barely able to huff out a grimace. It’s even better than he imagined— he’s thrilled. This, this was exactly what he needed. He just knew it.
It was no wonder that he felt such an intense pull, when there were seven witches all staring him down.
He hopes they’re looking for a contract. He knows nothing about them but he suddenly knows he wants to stay with his entire being. It’ll be easiest if that’s part of their plan too, instead of struggling to convince them he had some sort of worth to them.
Maybe he’s being hasty but he’s spent long enough waiting around, so now that something worth indulging in is in front of him, he can’t help his excitement.
“Oh wow,” one of them says, “he’s beautiful.” He internally preens at the praise, happy they seem to like him.
Another quickly shushes them. “He’s still a demon.”
He finally gets one of his arms under himself and lifts onto his hands and knees, but they were on him immediately, before he could even get a good look at them. He let the witches move and arrange him how they saw fit— he knew they had their rituals and practices and he had no plan of interfering.
There were hands all over him, squeezing and holding, moving his limbs and pinning him down. It made him realize how starved he was for it, how right it felt to be here.
But soon the hands were replaced with bindings, and metal rings were being forced into his mouth, keeping it pried open while drool spilled liberally past his bottom lip. Soon they were covering his eyes and carrying him somewhere, talking around him.
“His tail is kind of like a lion’s tail.”
“But it’s black.”
“I know! I said kind of.”
“Hey, shush.”
“How long are we going to keep him in there?”
“We just need him house broken.”
House broken?
His train of thought was interrupted as he gets readjusted by the witch who’s carrying him. He must be drooling down their skin and he hopes they still like him despite it; hope they still want him to stay.
Soon after he was being set down on his knees, multiple pairs of hands help keep him steady as he finds his balance. He can’t see through the blindfold but wherever he was just placed must be quite dark.
One of them had gathered his hair at the top of his head into a tight loop and tethered it high above him, forcing him to keep his neck straight and facing forward, otherwise having the sharp sting on his scalp. His mouth was held open by the metal hoops they forced between his teeth and under his fangs. Leather straps fixed it in place, clasping in two different places behind his head.
His ankles were bound to his thighs and his wrists held firm behind his back. The only thing that was left free was his tail, which laid on the ground behind him. He had no intentions of fighting back against the witches, not even a little. If this is what they needed to do before they could trust him to stay, if they thought they needed this— that he needed this, he would gladly do it.
And he would do it pleasure.
The sound of wood creaked, and the clank of metal rang through the air just before he heard the voices of the witches one last time, fading as they left him.
“You’re sure we can’t start with him now?”
“Yeah, we need to make sure he really wants it.”
For the first several days, everything was so quiet that there was nothing to focus on other than himself. The ache in his knees and jaw, the stretch in his shoulders. How all he could do was wait for someone to come play with him.
He still doesn’t need to sleep. Some demons eventually tired like humans if they stayed on this side long enough, but for now all Hyunjin can do is wait, awake.
He could leave. Easily, and surely they knew that too. But Hyunjin didn’t want to leave. That magnetic pull from before was still there, still making him tingle and he wanted to explore it more. He wanted to see it through, and maybe they knew that too.
The witches intentions were still unclear, especially with how they were handling him, but he didn’t dislike the current treatment. He felt safe and compact, like a present hiding away before a holiday. It was a little bit at odds with how utterly depraved he felt at the same time.
The desperation he felt for the witches didn’t make sense, but he leaned into it; fantasized about their hands, about their voices, about them all feeding him.
They were all he could think about.
If he could dream, he’s sure that they would be filled with visions of the mysterious witches holding him down and making him take whatever they wanted to give.
All he could do was fall into a trance waiting for them.
When he finally, finally hears footsteps approach followed by a quiet clink of metal and wood creaking, he sits up a little higher. A rush of air hits his dampened skin and light leaks in through the cloth covering his eyes. The scent of one of the witches hits his nose and he sways slightly, unable to sit still in his excitement, tail thumping against the ground and walls at the thought of being near them again.
“Hi,” the witch greets, quiet and polite, and Hyunjin keens, little noises escaping his throat when soft fingers brush against his jaw.
The witch hums at him and he struggles to picture one of them smiling down at him. “Aren’t you a sweet little thing?” The man breathes, trailing his hand over Hyunjin’s wet face, with the demon leaning into the touch as much as his bindings would allow.
It’s as though he’s drunk, swaying and unable to focus. Desperately, Hyunjin ached to see the witch in front of him. He wanted to memorize all of his details and commit them to memory before throwing himself at the man’s feet. He wanted to worship him— wanted to serve him. All of them.
But, he needed to do what they wanted for now, which apparently was proving he could behave. It should be frustrating, how he would already do whatever they wanted for eternity, but he was so willing, so eager for them that he couldn’t possibly be frustrated. And if he gave himself the space to think about it, the witches were far more delicate than he was as a demon, so it made sense they might need to do this for peace of mind.
Plus, he still didn’t know why they summoned him in the first place.
However, as long as he got to stay near them, he didn’t care what the reason was.
“Can you be good for me?” The witch asks and Hyunjin gurgles a response out that he hopes they know is an agreement, shifting excitedly and the witch laughs lightly. “Good, I have something for you then.”
The statement is followed by the sound of a zipper and fabric shuffling. He’s almost like a puppy with how excited he was, waiting for whatever the witch was about to offer him with his tail wagging and his mouth held open.
He can hear movement, skin sliding over skin, as well as the witch’s breathing picking up in pace, but it wasn’t until the scent of arousal hits his nose does he realize that the witch was about to feed him. He’s panting and moaning, wheezing loud breaths in and out of his gaping mouth and then finally the witch is grunting and warm release is landing on his tongue and chin.
He struggles to swallow it with the rings behind his teeth, and whines when some of the cum drools onto his lips, chasing after it with his tongue and seeming to only push more out with how wet his mouth was from drooling for so long. He even tries to tilt his head back, so gravity could help the cum slide to the back of his throat, but is harshly reminded of the rope in his hair that pulls at his scalp with a cry.
Just as he’s about to accept his miserable fate, two fingers drag across his messy chin and bottom lip before they’re lathing over his tongue and pushing all the cum to the back of his throat. He struggles to swallow it, but he gets it down with the witches help.
To his surprise, the fingers don’t immediately leave his mouth, instead they slide over his tongue and against his teeth. The pads tap against his fangs and run over the two metal hoops that were leaving his mouth forced open. He bites against the metal, wanting more than anything to seal his lips around the man’s fingers and suck at them, drag them deeper into his mouth and let his teeth graze the knuckles.
Far too soon, the witch takes his hand back and Hyunjin whines.
“Sorry, sweetheart. Can’t spoil you too soon.” The man speaks quietly and with a gentle pat to his cheek, the creak of wood is heard again, followed by the clink of metal and footsteps fading away until he sighs, knowing he’s alone again
His days continue on like that, waiting for one of the witches to come play with him. Sometimes two of them would come together, and sometimes multiple of them will come over the course of a few hours, jerking off and feeding him their cum.
Some of them had a penchant for putting their cock so close to him he could almost taste it, torturing him but not coming any closer, but being able to aim into his mouth quite well. Others, much like his first visitor, would jerk off from further away and let it make a mess on Hyunjin’s mouth and face, scooping the dripping cum into his mouth afterwards.
Eventually he realized that they might be saving everything for him.
Noise just barely filtered in past the wooden door in front of him. The squeaking of the mattress, the squelching sounds of sex. The panting, the grunted out, “yeah— there.”
It sounded close.
Really close.
The noises go on for quite a while, and Hyunjin’s starting to think they’re having sex near him for him to feed of the energy, but he seems to be mistaken when everything starts to crescendo.
A deep voice gasps out that they’re close with an urgency that he assumes would usually have everything picking up but instead they seem to wind down before any orgasms are had.
For a moment, his own heavy breathing seems to be all that he can hear, echoing around the space he’s strung up in, until he hears the familiar click of metal and creak of wood letting him know that the witches were there to see him.
The smell of sex hits him immediately and he shuffles slightly on his aching knees.
“Oh, aren’t you an pretty little thing?” A melodic voice speaks and the deep baritone he heard from before chuckles quietly.
There’s the faint sound of skin hitting skin, like a pat on the back or butt, followed by the melodic voice saying, “why don’t you go first? I know you were right there.”
Wet sounds hit his ears, along with the deep moaning and soft encouragement until finally a warm wetness was hitting his open mouth.
No fingers come to help with the cum on his lips, but he immediately hears the sound of someone fisting their cock, so he does his best to lap up what he can while he waits for the next witch.
The higher voice takes on a teasing tone as it gets airy from exertion.
“It’s too bad you can’t help me out yet, you look so eager.”
Hyunjin was eager. He was so eager that it made him dizzy, for hells sake. He thumped his tail on the ground a few times, clenching his fists and the witch laughed before he was releasing into Hyunjin’s mouth as well.
The witch gasps a few times to catch his breath before he’s scooping the dripping cum into Hyunjin’s mouth. “You made a mess.” He teases, laughing to himself and Hyunjin would smile if he could, snorting out a little happy noise.
He doesn’t really hear the deep voice again that day, and he wonders what happened, but then the witch is explaining. “We knocked Felix right out, fell asleep barely ten seconds after he came.” The witch tells him conspiratorially while he wipes up the demon’s face, like it’s a secret inside joke between them.
Maybe it was.
He was getting pretty good at recognizing what was happening by sound alone, but he still longed to see the beautiful witches again. Sometimes he wondered if his memory was playing tricks on him, wondered if he ever really did see them, or if his mind had just conjured up the most ideal forms it could muster.
The mental picture he had was spotty, it had happened so quickly and he had been so overwhelmed.
The witch above him grunted, taking his cock out and gripping Hyunjin’s hair, his hand bumping into his horns with a noise of surprise. “Oh, he does have horns.” His voice was quiet and curious, making Hyunjin wonder if it’s been a topic of discussion, and the thought of the witches talking about him made him shiver. The witch in front of him moves his hair out of the way to expose his small black horns and a second, brighter sounding voice joins.
“I thought they would be bigger.” He comments. “Like, enough that I could grab them.”
Hyunjin whines. They would grow— it was just slow, but they would get bigger. The man could definitely grab onto them eventually, wrap his hands around them and tug Hyunjin whichever way he wanted.
“Aw Bin, he seems sad.” The second voice points out, sounding at least a little sympathetic, but Hyunjin was mostly distracted by the fact he had a name to call the first voice now.
Bin.
“Maybe he is, maybe he’s lonely.” Bin sounded sympathetic too, and Hyunjin had the clarity to nod a little, ignoring the tugging on his scalp, not really thinking they would care that he was responding directly to them, but to his surprise, there was a gasp.
“See! Come on, hasn’t it been long enough? Can’t we at least let him see?”
See?
See the witches again?
The whine that rips up his throat couldn’t be anything other than beseeching, and the younger sounding witch joins in with a long, “please?”
He’s practically vibrating with how badly he wants it, and when Bin sighs and agrees, a happy gurgle bubbles out of his mouth. The brighter sounding witches cheers quietly while there’s a tugging at the back of head before a burning white light is piercing his eyes and he’s squeezing them shut with a whimper before he even could make out the shapes in front of him.
“Oh, sweet boy.” The second witch coos, “too bright? You’ll adjust to it soon, it’ll just take a few minutes.” He knows, but he can hardly wait— he wants to see them now.
So he tries again, tries to fight against the way his eyes want to keep the painful brightness out and forces them open, even if just a crack. Tears flood down his cheeks and further obstruct his vision but this time, one of the witches runs a thumb under his lashes to wipe up the wetness. The movement is a little awkward with how their fingers continually bump into the leather straps that track across his face from the gag in his mouth, but the contact had his chest aching.
He leaned forward as much as he could with quiet grunts falling out of his open mouth and he ignores the sting in his scalp, watching in marvel as his vision cleared up enough to make out the details of the two witches.
Blurry shapes develop into forms until he can clearly see the two witches in front of him.
They were so beautiful.
His breath skips in his chest as he stares at the two men, drinking in their appearances until his eyes flood and blur once again, leaving him blinking rapidly, trying to clear his sight again so he could continue admiring them.
The witch crouching in front of him had big, round eyes and full cheeks with soft brown hair. He was watching Hyunjin with a gentle expression that made him sniff, longing for the sweet touch again, enough that he leaned forward with a soft cry, the pull on his scalp painful but the proximity was so worth it.
“Hey,” the witch soothed, seeming to understand what Hyunjin wanted and cupping the demon’s cheek.
“Oh my god, he’s so precious Bin.” The witch in front of him says over his shoulder and Hyunjin is reminded of the other when his eyes follow along, and he gives a wet gasp when he sees him.
The other witch was still standing, looking down at the two of them. He had thick, thick arms, with broad shoulders and a defined chest. Dark hair fell over his forehead and partially covered his eyes but it dragged Hyunjin’s gaze down to his pouty mouth all the same.
“Aish,” Bin looked fond and Hyunjin’s chest puffed out happily because his witches seemed pleased with him. He tried to smile around the metal rings in his mouth but probably only succeeded in barely lifting the corners of his lips.
Apparently it was enough, because it had them both smiling in return, and the crouching witch turned around again to share a look with Bin. “Ugh, how long are we keeping him in here?” He looked back to the demon and rubbed his thumb over his cheek.
Bin sighed. “I don’t know. We’ll have to talk to Chan.”
Chan? Which one was Chan?
Maybe the coven leader if they needed to talk to him about a decision.
It was hard to focus on that when it was just implied that they would be letting him out of here eventually. He had hoped that was the case but now it was confirmed that he wasn’t wasting his time here.
Not that he would leave if he was wasting his time, he was far too fixated on them.
“Okay, well lets finish feeding him and we can bring it up to Chan later.” Once again, the witch kneeling in front of him had him straightening up, eyes zeroing in on Bin’s exposed cock, nearly forgetting what they were here for in the face of their beauty.
Immediately he pants, whining high in his throat. He wants to taste him, so badly.
So far, anytime someone came to feed him they kept their distance, jerking their cock away from him and releasing onto his face and mouth, maybe using their fingers to make sure he got all of the cum. Some were closer than others, but none of them let him help.
But he wants more, so when the witch in front of him makes way for Bin, and he doesn’t immediately come closer, he cries.
He wants his cock so bad that he can’t help it. He wants it so bad that it hurts.
The witches startle as he thrashes in place, tugging at his bindings, desperate to lean forward and bring the witch’s cock into his mouth himself that he’s losing his mind.
“Shit,” Bin gasps, gripping his cock and staring at Hyunjin with wide eyes. Drool was dripping past the rings and spilling out of his mouth as he leaned himself forward as much as he could.
He’s trying to be good for them. He’s trying so hard but he’s really struggling now.
Taking a deep breath, he tries to settle himself down despite all the arousal and desperation under his skin. He was doing okay until Bin started to slowly stroke his cock again, and he watches the slightest bead of precum develop on his tip and he wants it.
A loud whine rips from his throat again and his eyes flood with tears.
Thankfully they seem to realize. “Bin— I think he wants—”
“Yeah.” Bin gasped out, stepping closer with his cock in hand. “Yeah.” They both seem to understand what he wants, and it seems as though Bin was about to give it to him, bringing his hard cock closer and closer until he was feeding it past Hyunjin’s lips, through the metal rings and into his wet mouth.
He moans loudly at the weight on his tongue, digging his nails into his palms and swirling his tongue all over the witch. Bin curls a hand around the back of his head and just holds him, feeding his cock deeper and deeper into the demon’s mouth until Hyunjin’s nose is pressing into his stomach.
It’s so good, and he’s so happy to have been given the chance to please one of the witches like this, so he works hard to make sure they don’t regret it.
He knows his throat is tight and warm, and he knows his tongue is good but he’s still working with the set back of having the gag in his mouth. It would be fine though, he was made for this.
He can’t stop staring up at the man, can’t stop trying to catch every glimpse possible of the witch while the opportunity was there.
Bin doesn’t last too long, eventually coming with a grunt deep down Hyunjin’s throat and he groans as the witch slowly pulls out.
“Wow,” Bin commented and the other witch stared with wide eyes.
“Yeah, that looked like ‘wow.’” The other witch looked in awe, but Hyunjin felt like his vision was fading around the edges.
Usually if they came to him in a pair, both witches would get off, but instead of the round cheeked witch taking his cock out, he looked concerned. Both of them did.
He didn’t get it, he still wanted more, despite the strange feeling in his body making him sway.
The two witches shared a look but dart to him when Hyunjin’s sluggish core lost balance and he swayed far enough forward that the tug on his scalp hurt badly enough for a sob to startle out of his throat.
The contact makes him melt, but the hazy feeling doesn’t go away.
Bin suddenly tells the other witch to “get Chan,” with such a firmness to it that he shivers, barely registering how strange his body feels anymore.
The other witch rushes out of sight and Hyunjin lets himself be gently rocked by Bin.
The haziness had started to shift into being heaviness and he was reminded of the same pull that brought him here in the first place, except it was pulling him somewhere else.
It didn’t feel like he was returning to the other side— he could tell that he wasn’t going anywhere, even though his mind felt like it was.
Underneath the heaviness was a stark emptiness. It tingled and stung, growing until he could feel wetness pooling underneath of him and he shifted uncomfortably. He couldn’t keep his head up anymore, and despite the wetness that was uncomfortable on his tail, he couldn’t find the energy to move it.
The witch that must be Chan— must be the coven leader— darted into the room but Hyunjin could hardly take in his image over Bin’s shoulder.
He hardly registered what was happening until the rope securing his hair was cut and he settled more comfortably into the witch’s arms. His eyes lids felt dry and unnatural, wanting to stay closed every time he blinked.
He was shuffled around, Bin turning them both until he was facing a man with dark hair and dimples, smiling so gently and reaching behind his head to unbuckle the gag that’s been fixed there for who knows how long.
“Oh, you sweet thing.” The witch who must be Chan whispered, wiping up the drool on his skin with his sleeve and running his thumb over his lips. “You did so good, you’re so sweet.”
He’s passed over to Chan, awkwardly kneeling in his lap with his bound legs and hands, until a knife is cutting through the rope and he’s being rearranged. He goes easily, his body not cooperating much anyway with how heavy it was.
Although, the witches don’t seem to notice how his limbs are filling with lead— not even a little bit, they still lift him and move him like it’s nothing.
Chan chuckles, ever so quietly against the top of his head, as his hands smooth over his hair and back. “You don’t need to fight it, sweetheart. You’re so sleepy.”
Sleep?
Was that what this was?
Chan helped him adjust his newly freed arms to drape over his shoulders, and he wrapped his own hands underneath Hyunjin’s thighs before he lifted him up.
He knew that he wanted to watch— wanted to see where he was being taken and catch glimpses of all the other witches he hasn’t really seen yet, but he was just so heavy.
His eyes could hardly stay open and his tail dragged on the ground behind them as he was carried away.
With his cheek pressed into Chan’s warm shoulder, and one of the witch’s melodic voices filtered in through cotton in his ears, he fell further away from consciousness.
“Oh my, he’s so adorable like that.” A hand trailed down his back and he nearly purred, rolling his lips together and nuzzling his cheek against Chan’s shoulder.
His tail was lifted gently, and fingers combed through the dark tuff of fur at the end. “He’s like a kitten.”
He can feel his hair flutter as Chan exhales a laugh. “You mean an incubus?”
The heaviness was settling in so quickly that he didn’t remember he hadn’t left the other side as an incubus.