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OPEN ♪ Who's gonna save me from myself?

Who: Mephisto Pheles (

meinwaifu) & YOU!!!
What: Open prompts!! Daily life working and living in Olympia, exploring the more dangerous flora and fauna of Olympia's forests and outskirts.
When: The first half of the month.
Where: All around Olympia.
Warning(s): NSFW, vampire fetish tbh, some 18+ prompts.

1 | Daily Life | Olympia | OTA
[For as much as it feels like things have finally settled down, perhaps it's only that he's finally settled into a routine. The tension in the city is strongly apparent, and it's clear the Olympians are likely looking for a war to wipe the mud off their face after lowering themselves so much to seek help from Wyver. There's still a lot he doesn't know about the ancient fued between the cities, but as a natural-born hellraiser, he doesn't feel any uneasiness about the prospect of an upcomming war. Much as he would prefer the tension of a cold war versus an all-out bloodbath, as long as there was something to keep him entertained, he didn't really mind what the people here chose to do.]

[But for the time being at least, he does have a few chosen haunts where he tends to make an appearance--]

A. Simwe Institute | OTA
[As a professor of Magic at the insitute, it's not uncommon to find Mephisto giving lectures or offering advice to students -- all under the name Johann Faust, of course. Even those not enrolled who might be interested in some good conversation can easily find him in his office, organizing research notes or conducting little experiments. And if you're lucky (???), you might just find yourself being pulled right into one!]

Oh, good timing! Would you might lending me a hand for a moment?

B. Red Light | OTA 18+
[What sort of demon would he be if he didn't indulge in a little sin now and again? As fun as Wyver's little moon festival had been, he can't deny the allure of a red light district, bringing in beautiful people, good drinks, and quiet dealings of the less scrupulous sort. The people were more honest with their malice towards Wyver once the drinks started to flow, but all it took were a few carefully placed words to placate them into changing the subject into something lighter and more fun.]

[Still, despite being a somewhat regular here, he's not the sort to go around buying services either. He prefers a chase after, all. Which is what has him sliding into a seat next to someone who appears alone -- whether they're a fellow patron or an employee.] Care for a drink? It's rather lonely to be here, drinking by one's self.

2 | Nature Documentary | All Over Olympia | OTA
[With so many people taking advantage of the mounts, it's fair to assume some will be crossing paths with one another at some point, even if they initially set out alone. But given the nature of this world, it was best to stick together, right? And who better to go on a dangerous expedition with than the all-powerful magician, Johann Faust! Which is how he'll be introducing himself to most people he meets. But just where are they going? And what will they see?? Well...]

A. Mushrooms of Madness | Murkwell Hallow | OTA
[Catching a bit of respite under a giant 20-foot tall mushroom? Sounds safe. It's starting to rain overhead, though judging by the wind, it shouldn't last long -- which is a good thing, seeing as they'll need to leave the Hallow before sunset if they want to ride back on their mounts! For his part, Mephisto has been wearing a face mask this whole time -- though he'll pull it down once the rain starts.] Ahh, I can't say I've ever been so relieved to see a bit of rain! My allergies are acting up quite terribly around here.

[But this isn't just any mushroom. It's a mushroom of madness, prone to giving off spores that can cause mutual hallucinations powerful enough to render one unable to tell the difference between fiction and reality! ...but surely the rain means it shouldn't be as potent, right?]

B. Vena Amoris | Olympian Woods | Previous CR or OTA(18+)
Oh my, it seems you've been caught! [And just look at how worried Mephisto looks... or rather, how worried he doesn't look, inspecting the tree that has somehow captured up some poor unsuspecting travelor -- tearing them right off their mount, whch proceeded to flee off into the distance without them. Mephisto hops off his own mount, a beautiful white pegasus, and stands with his hand on his chin as he inspects the situation.]

Pray tell, are you familiar with this variety of creeping vine? You see, I'm afraid there's only one way to save you from it.

C. WILDANIMAL CARD | Anywhere in Olympia | OTA
[But the local flora aren't the only thing they need to be worrying around here. There are plenty of dangerous animals to be found as well, some of which might just be hostile... but as much as they needed to tread carefully, Mephisto doesn't look too concerned. Even as the sound of something rustling in the nearby bushes catches their attention.] Hmm, do you suppose it's friendly? Shall we go take a look?

[Will this be a good idea or a terrible one? Feel free to pick the location and/or the creature, and I'll RNG the rest!]

3 | A mind is a terrible thing to waste | Outskirts of Olympia | OTA
[On the edge of a forest near the furthest outskirts of Olympia bordering Wyver, an oddly nostalgic bird call sounds through the air. And should they follow the sound, they'll eventually come across a rather odd sight: Mephisto, sitting on the ground with an odd expression on his face, looking thoroughly perplexed. He doesn't appear to have any supplies on him, nor are there any signs of his mount being around. But more than that, he looks just a bit worse for the wear: his clothes and hair not quite dirty, but definitely more out of sorts than usual. The only thing he has is his phone, closed and held tightly in one hand.]

[He won't call out nor even respond when approached -- not even to attempts at calling to him right to his face. But should someone decide to take the extra step and give him a bit of a nudge, he'll slowly look up at them blankly, his eyes lacking any sign that he recognizes them.] ...what day is it today?

[ooc: For the sake of consistency, assume this takes place on Saturday the 6th!]

4. ULTIMATE WILDCARD
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Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[He's not going to make it any easier. Feeling the way Reign tenses and trembles, Mephisto purses his lips around the head of his cock, swirling his tongue around the tip as he sucks. But still, he's not taking him in very deep, inching forward only just slightly before backing off -- teasing him, daring him to take matters into his own hands.]

[But he's not stopping there either. Briefly pulling his hands away, he holds them back just long enough to remove them with a small poof, and then right away, he's back to touching Reign's thighs and hips -- this time, letting him feel his nails against his skin. Still gentle, still soft... at least until he reaches his ass, whereupon he presses in with his nails and gives his cheeks a nice squeeze.]

[Despite his warning, he really wasn't intending to let Reign go until he came again.]

[ Mephisto wasn't even deep-throating, and yet Reign was already close to his peak. If Mephisto kept teasing him like that, even the slightest stimulation would be enough to push him over the edge. But he wasn't going to give in so easily, though he knew his resolve was already crumbling.

Reign barely even realise what Mephisto had done until he felt the demon's hands on him again, specifically those sharp nails. He sucked in a sharp breath, eyes snapping open to glance down. Another curse escaped his lips, followed by a low groan.

Oh damn, Mephisto wasn't going to make this easy for him, right? And yet Reign held his stance, desperately trying to hold back, until those nails dug into his ass cheeks. The pain was enough to trigger his orgasm, and Reign gave a gasping cry as he thrust into Mephisto's mouth and came. The sudden forward jolt of his hips may even cause Mephisto's fangs to graze his cock, possibly even drawing blood, as would the nails on his rear.

All the while, there was a litany of oh shit oh shit so good oh shit running in Reign's mind. The orgasm was earth-shattering, but Reign knew he'd disobeyed Mephisto, and that a punishment would swiftly follow. But first, he needed to catch his breath. ]

[Despite working him to orgasm, Mephisto is still caught off guard when Reign suddenly thrusts forward, nearly gagging around his cock. But he manages to swallow him down, with only a few drops leaking out from his lips.]

[But mercifully, his cock is spared any torture beyond a normal scraping of teeth. Much like when he wears gloves, it's an easy matter to transform himself to remove the sharper bits of his anatomy. And those nails are a different story, dragging down from where he cut the skin and leaving red lines in their wake.]

[Cock slipping out of his mouth, he coughs once before taking in a soft gasp and shivering. Laughter hangs on his lips as he glances up at Reign, his expression made all the more lewd by the mess in his chin.]

Now, didn't I tell you not to make a mess? I'm going to have to clean you up all over again. Such a naughty vampir...

[--and back he goes to lick up what's left, paying no heed to just how sensitive Reign might be immediately after orgasm. But this time it's more hurried -- more with the intent to overwhelm than tease.]

[ And whose fault was that? Reign had been doing his damnedest to hold himself back, but Mephisto didn't make it easy for him. He barely even registered the scrape of teeth against his member from how hard he'd came earlier, but he definitely could feel the fine cuts on his ass. It stung, and the scent of his own blood was clear in the air.

He groaned at the messy sight on Mephisto's chin, shuddering at the thought of knowing he'd put that there. A chuckle escaped his lips, looking sheepish at having been caught coming before he was allowed to. But Reign's eyes widened when Mephisto resumed licking him, crying out at the over stimulation on his still sensitive member. ]

W-wait! No, stop...!

[ Reign broke formation, then, his hands coming up to clamp down on Mephisto's shoulders, intending to push the demon back away from his cock. The safe word was at the tip of his tongue, but it wasn't enough to warrant its usage. And yet, Reign did his best to pull back, to remove his dick from that all-too-delicious mouth. ]

I can clean myself, Sir.

[Reign won't be very successful in pushing Mephisto back, his stance as strong as a brick wall for all that he's able to budge him. But he will be able to wiggle himself back, and his protests will have Mephisto leaning back himself -- but really only enough to speak, shooting a grin up at Reign.]

[Was that his limit, then? Or was he just close to it? The protests sounded genuine, and seeing as Reign did only just learn what safewords are tonight, Mephisto wanted to be sure he hadn't simply forgot how to actually get Mephisto to stop.]

Ohh? I'm aware that you can. But are you trying to give me an order, now?

If you really want me to stop, you know what you have to do. But saying something like that, fighting me with this kitten-like strength of yours-- you're only going to make me want to do it even more.

[Which he's going to do -- moving slowly, giving Reign just a few seconds to protest if he means it... but if he doesn't, then he'll be pulling Reign's hips nice and close again, lapping his tongue over the sensitive head of his cock.]

[ Reign should have known that he wouldn't succeed in pushing Mephisto away, not unless the demon allowed himself to be moved. So all Reign could do was try to pull back, which he managed, somewhat...

Mephisto hit the spot, though. Reign wasn't putting his all into fighting back, because if he could, he would have. In fact, he could have utilised his pheromones to force the demon off him. But that would end up horribly bad, and Reign didn't want that. ]

No, I'm... That's not what I mean.

[ Guh, Reign was no kitten! Though compared to Mephisto's strength, it was an apt comparison. A large part of him was desperate to use the safe word, to at least put this to a temporary stop. Even then, Reign didn't say it, because for all his vehement denial and protest, he was also quite the masochist, allowing himself to be teased and tortured to the limit.

In the end, Reign slapped a hand over his mouth, the other gripping onto Mephisto's shoulder, breathing hard through his nose as he let the demon lick him clean again even as his nerve ends screamed and overload itself. His cock was so sensitive it bordered on pain, and perhaps that was also what Reign had been aiming for. ]

[Mercifully, it doesn't last as long as before, Mephisto working quickly to lap up every drop -- and enjoy the way Reign was squirming, feeling his fingertips digging into his shoulder.]

[He pulls back and licks his lips, resting a hand over the one on his shoulder to encourage him to release him. At this point, Mephisto can't possibly hope to hide the tent in his pants, taking an extreme amount of willpower to keep from just pulling Reign into his lap then and there.]

Now then... lay down on the bed, on your back, and keep your arms over your head. I think you're ready for the next lesson.

[ Thank goodness for that! Reign didn't know how long he could last before he used his safe word. By the time Mephisto was done with him, Reign was a panting, heaving mess, his head seemingly full of cotton. He removed his hand when prompted, releasing his death grip on the demon's shoulder.

It didn't escape his notice that Mephisto was quite hard as well, and it placated Reign to know that Mephisto was just as affected as he was. But golly, the demon had quite some willpower.

At the command, Reign was quick to comply, nodding eagerly as he climbed onto the bed and did as told. ]

Yes, Sir.

[ He wondered what other lessons Mephisto had in store for him as he laid on his back, arms stretching high over his head, his erection nicely settled between his thighs. Should he part his legs? Cross them? Pull them up to his chest? Displayed like this, Reign trembled lightly, feeling utterly exposed compared to Mephisto who was still fully clothed. ]

What's next, Sir?

[Once he's laid out, Mephisto makes a point of slowly shifting higher up on the bed, until he's sitting near Reign's head. While one hand moves up to begin loosening the scarf around his neck, the other reaches out and softly smoothes along Reign's cheek.]

Fufu... already so eager for more... but before I can begin your next lesson, I need to get you properly prepared.

And we'll start... [He slowly pulls the scarf down and off his neck, as the hand on Reign's face moves to gently cover his eyes.]

[But when he moves his hand away, in an instant, Reign will feel the soft, silken material of the scarf now pressed over his eyes, obscuring his vision.]

...with this.

[ Reign had no idea what Mephisto had in mind, and as nervous as he was, the vampire was also utterly excited. He swallowed heavily as he kept his gaze glued on Mephisto, following the trail of the demon's hand even as he leaned into Mephisto's other hand. ]

O-oh...

[ He had expected the scarf to be used to tie his wrists, so when Mephisto's hand covered his eyes, and then he felt the soft material of the scarf, Reign couldn't help sucking in a sharp breath at the lost of his sight, temporary as it may be.

Sight was an important factor for Reign, if only because of their enhanced eyesight. So to have that taken away made him feel vulnerable, unable to see what Mephisto would do next, unable to plan his own actions. ]

Ah, all right... And I'm to keep my arms where they are, right, Sir?

[ Already Reign was moving his head slightly, listening and honing in on the surrounding sounds, trying to gauge his bearings. It was disorienting, to say the least, knowing he was at Mephisto's mercy. ]

[And that was exactly Mephisto's intent, knowing just how uneasy people became once they lost one of their senses. Other senses would grow stronger to compensate, resulting in every stronger sensations than before. But there was more to it than simply that. With Reign's eyes covered, Mephisto was free to show in his expression just how much he was enjoying this game without needing to think about staying "in character". Sure, there was no real need for it, but Mephisto was nothing if not a showman.]

Yes, that's right. You're forbidden from moving them down-- nor may you touch yourself, nor me. If you do... I'll simply have to tie them in place for you as a reminder.

[Reign will feel the bed shift as Mephisto climbs up onto it, sensually drawing just the soft tips of his fingers down from Reign's lips and along his face. They move lower, tracing along his chest -- and then his nails press in, drawing light-pink scratch marks along his chest.]

[And as he does, he leans down further and presses his lips to wherever he scratches, kissing and licking at his skin, as if trying to preserve whatever marks may have been left with even more marks.]

[For as much as it might seem like Reign is the one being spoiled here, Mephisto really was enjoying this. Perhaps even more so when he thinks of just how long Reign might be able to last... he's already come twice, after all. Could he come a third time? A forth? Could he so thoroughly exhaust him that he'd be begging Mephisto not to make him come?]

[ And Mephisto was right. With his sight obstructed, Reign's other senses were suddenly much more heightened, alert to every sound and scent, the movements Mephisto made when he moved, or the very air that brushed against his naked skin. But the only regret Reign had was not being able to see Mephisto, to watch the demon's reactions and expressions. Nonetheless, Reign would rely on other cues, from the way Mephisto's voice rise and fall, to the lust and desire underneath it all.

Another nod, another deep breath. ]

Yes, Sir. I'll not move my arms.

[ In fact, Reign will curl his fingers into the bed sheet, as if doing that would help anchor him down, stave away any temptation that may arose. Deep in his thoughts, he couldn't help but let out a soft gasp at the touch of Mephisto's finger tips on him. He opened his mouth, eager to pull those fingers in, but it was gone all too quickly, and then he felt the pain. Not much, just light scratches. Nonetheless, it had Reign gasping, arching his body up, asking for more as he felt Mephisto's lips kissing the marks.

Everything Mephisto did only served to leave a fiery trail in its wake, a slow burn meant to stoke the dying embers within him. Reign let out a low moan, humming whenever Mephisto's touch or kiss made him feel good. He stretched out a bit more, head tossed back and offering himself to the demon. Reign was sure that by the time Mephisto was done with him, he would be full of marks peppering him, aching everywhere for days to come. And that was something he looked forward to. ]

Mmmn... Yeah.

[ He moaned at a particular spot where Mephisto licked, close to where his nipple was, the pinkish nub now a hard pebble. ]

[As time carries on, his touches grow harsher, moving on from just kisses and starting to leave bites instead, his nails dragging roughly asking his skin and leaving long-lasting marks. Each time be gets progressively rougher, he backs off a little and returns to his gentle touches, giving him a solid mix of pleasure and pain.]

[Pressing his lips against one of Reign's nipples, he pinches and tugs on it between his teeth, moving up his hand to roll the other between his fingertips.]

[But despite all the pleasure he was giving, he was very pointedly not giving him any relief on his dick, even shifted in a way to prevent him from grinding up against Mephisto.]

[ The gentle caresses and kisses were nice, but Reign relished the rough touch that Mephisto dealt out to him, making him moan more, crying out softly on occasion, though those cries were that of pleasure. But it was also disorienting at certain points whenever the demon switched between roughness and softness, the polar opposites of the two sensations driving Reign's senses wild.

Reign could feel his nipples hardening even more, knew that his body was littered with red marks, and yet it wasn't quite enough. For all that Mephisto was doing to him, the demon was pointedly ignoring the one place that Reign wanted him to touch. Every time Reign arched up, hoping to rub against any part of Mephisto, it only seemed as if his erection was brushing against air itself, and nothing more.

He whimpered even as his bit down on his lower lip, his fingers clenching and relaxing above him in an attempt to not reach down to grab onto Mephisto just so he could pull the demon closer to him. Indeed, it was getting increasingly harder not to slip one hand down to touch himself. ]

Sir...

[ Should he beg? But Reign didn't feel desperate enough yet. After all, Mephisto's pleasure was his as well, and he didn't want to ruin the fun too early, even if his cock was aching to be touched. ]

[And Mephisto was definitely having fun right now, deriving a great amount of pleasure from toying with Reign like this and watching how his body reacts. Every little shift of his hips as he seeks some kind of friction against his cock sends a thrill down Mephisto's spine, making him all the more eager to set Reign off. But he's waiting for the right moment to surprise him with a touch.]

[His bites are certainly rough now, past the point of merely leaving a mark as his nails even start to break the skin. And with Mephisto himself growing more excited, there's a marked hunger to it, as if he were feasting upon a delicious meal and savoring every bite.]

[Having marked up his torso plenty by now, he starts to move lower, peppering kisses and bites around his hips -- and holding them in place by pressing his hand to his lower stomach, so he can't even try and get some relief by moving. It's only once he's settled between Reign's legs that he lets go, instead using his hand to push one of Reign's legs up and over his own shoulder.]

[But he's not letting on with what he's going to do next, still only just running his nails down his thigh instead.]

[ With ever bite of teeth and digging of nails, Reign got even harder, the pain making him gasp and his groin throb. It hurt, it was painful, but oh it was such a good pain. In fact, if Reign didn't already know, right now felt as if he was getting consumed by Mephisto. The demon practically gave off a feeling very much like vampires.

Like how vampires considered humans as food, Reign wondered if demons like Mephisto ate the souls of living being. Right now, he did feel as if he was the prey and Mephisto the predator. If he wasn't careful, one day, sooner or later, he'll be "eaten" by Mephisto.

By now, Reign was panting quite heavily, clearly affected by both pain and arousal, driving him in crazier with want. A whine escaped his lips when he felt Mephisto's palm on his lower stomach, his movements temporarily hampered and unable to do more than squirm on the bed. The moment that weight was gone, Reign eagerly arched up, hoping to seek friction again, only for his axis to tilt as his leg was lifted over what he assumed to be Mephisto's shoulder. ]

...S-sir?

[ Reign's voice came out hesitant and unsure, uncertain as to what Mephisto planned to do next. Was Mephisto going to finally touch where he wanted most now? Would his aching erection at last get some relief? He wriggled again to the best of his limit, practically rubbing up against the other's torso. ]

[He wasn't planning to touch his cock, no. With a wave of his hand, a bottle of lube floats over from the nightstand and pours over his fingers, getting them nice and slick before he reaches down between Reign's cheeks, sliding two fingers inside him with little fanfare.]

[He was tight, and while Mephisto wasn't exactly being gentle as he started pushing them in deeper and stretching him, at least Reign wouldn't need to worry about his nails. He can change his form at will, after all -- and that's not the sort of pain he was looking to cause.]

[He won't reply to that questioning tone earlier -- he hadn't asked a proper question. But he might have a few more things to say now, especially as Mephisto seeks out that spot he knows will drive Reign wild.]

[ Reign had no idea what Mephisto was intending to do until he felt the cold slickness sliding into him without any prior warning. He choked out a gasp, hissing at the burning sting. ]

Aaah!

[ It certainly took him by surprise, and Reign did his best to relax, to allow Mephisto's fingers to push in deeper as he tried to catch his breath. ]

You could have w-warned—

[ But he barely got to finish that sentence when a wave of heat surged through him from his groin, spreading and sending pleasure so intense it had Reign crying out and arching off the bed. His mind blanked out for a moment, his body trembling as he cursed under his breath. Reign turned his head, hiding his face in the crook of his arm, biting on a patch of skin in an attempt to quell his cries of pleasure. ]

I told you I needed to get you prepared for your next lesson, didn't I?

[Except he didn't specify just what that preparing would entail beyond the blindfold, nor what the lesson itself would be. But he's not expecting a reply -- not once he's got Reign practically screaming like that, reaching in deeper to stretch him even more.]

[With his other hand, he reaches up to grab Reign by the chin, turning his head forward again so he can't try and muffle himself.]

Now, don't hold back. I want to hear every sigh and scream you have to offer me -- and if I like what I hear, you might just get a reward.

[ Reign made a noise at that, the sound muffled against his arm. Mephisto did say that, but hadn't specify what kind of lessons he had in store for him. Not being able to see meant Reign barely had the chance or time to prepare himself before the next course of action was upon him.

When he felt Mephisto's fingers grabbing his chin, Reign resisted, but only for a brief moment before relenting, though he ended up biting his lower lip instead. Perhaps Mephisto had noticed, or would now, but there were tears brimming in his closed eyelids beneath the blindfold. A normal person may have gotten worried and stopped whatever he was doing, but Reign hadn't say his safe word, nor did he indicate any discomfort.

Nonetheless, Reign was still trying to hold his voice back, but the temptation of a reward was too great. With hesitance, he finally let out a soft whimper, crying out louder with every brush against his sweet spot. ]

[Oh, he noticed. And while some part of him certainly revels in the sight of those tears, he also can't help but wonder whether this was proving to be too much -- whether he was toeing a possible boundary that Reign himself hadn't discovered?]

[Well, in that case, all the better that he find out where that boundary is, right? He still recalls what Reign said earlier about being unfamiliar with the concept of safe words, acting as if he's never actually needed such a thing. As if no one has ever taken him to the very edge of what he could handle. Mephisto isn't sure whether they'll get quite that far tonight, but then... that all depends on Reign, doesn't it?]

[Those initial whimpers aren't enough to impress Mephisto just yet, but he keeps at it, hoping to see if he can't make him even louder. He switches it up, from merely rubbing and stretching him to instead pulling his hand back and fucking him with his fingers, now hitting that spot with a bit more force.]

[But should he continue to grow louder, he'll earn his reward, which is intended to be just as sudden as everything else he's done to him with that blindfold still on -- still fucking him with his fingers, he'll learn down and run his tongue along the underside of Reign's aching cock, giving him just a bit of that attention he was craving before.]

[ Maybe they should have set up a safe word for "pause/slow down", or something similar. But so far, Reign didn't think it was too much that he wanted to take a break. In fact, he wanted Mephisto to push further, harder. Wasn't that one way to test the boundaries?

For now, he was fine. He was very fine with Mephisto doing all these to him. In fact, Mephisto would get what he wanted. Every thrust of the demon's fingers had Reign crying out, louder and louder until it was almost a constant scream, groaning and moaning as well. It nearly got too much until the safe word was at the tip of his tongue, for he had never been pushed this far before.

And then he really screamed, a high pitched wail at the hot wetness that was Mephisto's tongue on his throbbing length. He tried to arch up, wanting more, but found himself unable to, not in this position where one of his leg was over Mephisto's shoulder, pushed back until he was practically pinned down on the bed. ]

Haah... Too much, Sir...

[ He shook his head, long hair splaying across the bed, fingers clenching again and again in his attempt not to reach down and grip Mephisto.

But! Reign hadn't use his safe word, so that was saying something about what he truly, really, wanted. ]

[Those cries were exactly what he wanted to hear, each one sending a shiver down his spine that went straight to his cock. Even for someone with as much willpower as Mephisto, he was struggling to hold back.]

Too much? Oh, I don't know about that. I'd say you're loving it.

[He gives his cock another lick, continuing that same rough pace for just a little longer. But then he straightens up, his fingers slowing-- and then pulling out all together.]

I'd say you're ready for your next lesson now... but how will you do, I wonder? You're already so close... but this time-- [He leans in closer, bending Reign's leg up further as he starts to unzip his fly.] You're not allowed to come until I do. Understood?

[He's not going to get much of a chance to answer -- as soon as he starts to speak, Mephisto angles himself just right and thrusts his throbbing cock into Reign, reaching far deeper than his fingers had.]

[ Indeed so, for as much as Reign was shaking his head in denial, the way his body reacted to Mephisto's every ministration said otherwise. He was a ball of nerves, poked and prodded, every senses nearly too much for him to handle.

So when Mephisto slowed down and removed his fingers, Reign allowed himself that brief bit of relax, panting heavily and trying to catch his breath. ]

Next lesson...?

[ Were they already done with this session? What would be up next? Reign's mind was an addled mess, his leg pushed further up until he was almost bent back. The sound of the zipper was the only indication as to what the demon was going to do next, and by the time Reign understood the implication of the command, he was already screaming.

He had expected Mephisto to take it slow, or at least give him some time to adjust. After all, having had the demon's cock in his mouth, Reign knew just how big Mephisto was. His fingers clenched around the bed sheets, knuckles turning white as his entire body tensed, yet at the same time trying to relax as much as possible to allow Mephisto into him.

When he finally found the breath to reply, it was in a choking gasp: ] Y-y-yes, Sir. I... I understand.

[ Reign cursed under his breath. How was he going to survive not coming until Mephisto did?! At this rate, he wasn't going to last long. ]

[He pauses when he enters, biting down on his lower lip and closing his eyes. But he's not giving him time to adjust so much as struggling to hold himself back. He was so much closer than he realized, and it's taking more effort than he expected to keep from coming then and there.]

[But when he does start to move, it's with a brisk pace right off the bat, thrusting into Reign and making sure he can feel every inch of his cock sliding out of him before pounding in deeper.]

[He's so hot and tight around his cock... for as calm and controlled as Mephisto has been so far, the feeling is enough to get him panting, nearly groaning from just how good it feels.]

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