Info - ohhh boy, mentions of rape, Timothée getting beat up, demons desiring rape, different realm, the witching hour, jealousy, wing kink, the sex games, sex in an arena so public, sex swing, the red premier outfit 🥵, cock ripping through clothes, massive balls, multi cum, three cocks, being filled in the ass and pussy at the same time, safe word, mad at partner, praise kink, nearly saying safe word, overstimulation, lots of cum, cum eating, mentions of religion, size kink, begging to be filled, cream pie, INTENSELY desiring cockwarming, hormones out of wack from sex, impossible anatomy, cock being visible in stomach, cum inflation, being super needy, cheating, rivals, after care, mythical beings, time working weird, legs going numb, mentions of stalking and stealing, kinda famous Harry, masturbation in front of someone, handjob, crying from pleasure
It was odd having inhuman things happening to my body, things that weren't usually possible from just sex. I worried my cum bloated stomach would stay that way, but it didn't. It was down in about an hour, but Harry wouldn't touch me until I looked normal again.
Finally, I could go to my boyfriend again. He held me in his arms and told me all the wonderful things we'd do together. We fell asleep planning the theme of our wedding.
I awoke to someone tapping on my shoulder gently.
"Breakfast," Timothée said hoarsely, handing me a tray filled with delicious looking food. I couldn't pay attention to that though because he looked awful. There was a rip in his wing, which I knew was especially sensitive. His eye was black. One arm was dotted all over with bruises, the other with scratches.
"What happened to you," I asked in horror. He looked away.
"I've got breakfast for Harry too," he said absently.
"Tell me, Timothée," I guided his head to look at me.
"Incubi and Sucubi marks are under protection during the sex trials. The only one bold enough to try to.....r-rape you, would be our Lord himself. He didn't seem to have any interest."
"Okay," I said, stomach dropping, but still not getting it.
"Partner's of marks aren't under any protection," he said under his breath.
"What!" I said, all the pieces fitting together.
"I'm sure you know, you have quite a good looking boyfriend," he said wryly.
"D-did they, oh Timothée, I'm so sorry," I said, cupping his face. He hissed in pain and I dropped my hand. My heart ached so badly it might as well be broken. I felt horrible.
"Sucubi and Incubi can't derive pleasure from one another. Any attack of a sexual kind would've been just for punishment. They didn't use me that way, just took out their frustration on me because I wouldn't let them in the room."
"Don't they have targets they should be focused on?" I groused.
"We can go years without being given a target, why do you think I haven't been stalking you your whole life?" He said.
"Oh," I said slowly. I picked at the breakfast awkwardly. "Will you have to endure that every day?"
"There's a couple odd rules. Though we operate on our own time, we are affected by the mortal world. 3 AM in your world is the only time they'd be allowed to attack Harry. We left near to night time, so it snuck up on me a bit. Thankfully, I have a mortal watch and can figure it out. It doesn't all make sense mathematically, being around mortals and having them here messes with our time, but not so much with yours. Sometimes my watch will stop completely, other times it will speed ahead. However, it is enchanted to always be correct with mortal time. As long as I know when it's 3AM, I can fend them off.
"But Timothée, what if time stops while you're taking that abuse and you have to endure it for days while there's an open window of opportunity?"
"I'll do it then," he said resolutely.
"Why would you do that for Harry?" I asked in shock.
"It's not, it's not for Harry," he said, looking away. I gulped when I realized his meaning.
"Why would you do that for me?"
He got a funny look on his face, like he was holding too many pieces of food. I noticed he'd stopped breathing. It must be some Incubi instinct to protect their target. How could someone fuck and impregnate someone while they were too overcome with grief.
"Can you eat, it was really hard to get that shit," he finally said.
"Huh?"
"We're fed with lust remember," he rolled his eyes. "We don't need food. I had to go sneaking around farmer's houses to get the eggs and sausage. I had to go to orchards and steal oranges."
The idea was so absurd to me that I laughed aloud.
"Well you're welcome," he snapped, folding his arms. My laughter woke up Harry and the atmosphere shifted.
"What are you doing here! I thought the rule was you could only fuck her during the games," he snapped. Timothée rolled his eyes.
"Do you see my dick anywhere near her?" He demanded and stood up so he could bring Harry his tray.
"Here," he offered. Harry balked.
"It's probably poisoned, don't you think so kitten?"
"What would be the point," I asked a little harshly. He didn't know what Timothée had done for him. He wasn't going to poison his breakfast.
"Just eat it!" I snapped after a second and I watched Timothée smirk.
"Fine," Harry shot back.
"How did you two even meet? He's got an accent that you don't have. I believe I found you in....New York?" Timothée said
"I saw her in a concert," Harry adoringly. "I knew from the moment I saw her. We were meant to be."
"He's a semi popular music artist," I explained to Timothée. "Wait, do you even know what that would be?"
"Does he play the lute?" Timothée asked earnestly. Then he burst into laughter.
"I know what modern things are. I wasn't sure about the state name because I grew up in ancient France, America hadn't been founded yet. No, I'm not the best at geography, but I know what a pop star is."
"Oh," I said feeling embarrassed.
"What do we do while we wait for the, the games or whatever?" Harry asked.
"Well, there will definitely be more time between trails now that she's passed the first trial."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"That first round, while difficult, was nothing compared to what the games will entail. You will be given adequate time to recover between each. You will also become well acquainted with the nuns."
"The nuns?" I asked.
"Sometimes a very religious person can be marked by a Incubi or Succubi, if this happens and they've taken any sort of vow against sex, they become sexless. Everything closes up, just like I was altered, they are too. The closet thing I can relate it to is a ken doll, they don't even have nipples."
"What!" I said in surprise, yet I felt myself interested.
"If you need, or anyone, needs after care, you go to the nuns. You're safe with them. They no longer hold any sexual or romantic desires. They used to be killed, but then some of our targets died in the games, and the King found a different use for them."
"That's wild," I said.
"I don't know why you take interest in this fucked up charade," Harry said.
"It's just interesting, it's a whole world with new rules and beings."
"I can give you a tour if you like?" Timothée asked.
"Yeah, I'd like that," I smiled.
"I'll wait outside until you're ready."
Harry and I ate in silence. He gave me many extra long kisses as we got ready. Finally, we were ready. I found Timothée dozing against the wall. He looked so innocent when he slept. His eye was started to swell, and I wondered if he would be able to see correctly.
"Timothée," I shook his shoulder. He didn't stir. I cringed as I touched his wing. He jumped up, and I saw the tent in his pants.
"Sorry, I'm really tired," he yawned.
"Probably from all the other people he's been fucking," Harry hissed in my ear. He didn't know anything.
Timothée showed us the main throne room. Everywhere, the demons were fucking.
"You said you couldn't get sexual pleasure from each other," I said.
"They're showing off for the two of you, they're hoping to turn you on and feed on it," Timothée waved his hand. He showed us a hot spring, a library, a training area, an entertainment area, and a small outdoor area.
"That's all?" I asked.
"We're not really a world, more like a realm, and a small one. That's all you need to see, the rest would only be interesting to us. You're both safe from everything except flirting," he explained. I knew he meant other than three a.m.
"Feel free to spend the majority of your time the way you want."
"Thanks," I said.
"I've got to go get ready," he said now.
"Ready for what?" I asked.
"You know," he winked.
Harry decided to go to the entertainment room to try some of their odd instruments. I went to the library. The books were in odd languages. It took a while to find one in English. The History of the Sex Demon. I read it as I waited, tapping my foot anxiously. I hated that I was looking forward to this next session.
"It's timeeeee," said a gorgeous Sucubi. She had red skin, horns, and a thick body. Her pointed tail twitched.
"Where's Harry?" I demanded.
"He opted not to attend," she smirked. I locked my jaw. How dare he? I stood tall and followed her. I was back in the arena.
Timothée took my breath away. He wore fitted red pants, and a red halter top, showing off his whole back. He looked like a slut, or a whore, and I supposed he was. I gulped and walked forward. I tried to focus on him and not the crowd. I heard shouts encouraging me and discouraging. Some were fetishizing me, some calling me degrading terms.
"Hello gorgeous," he smiled.
"You look really good," I shuddered.
"I'm very happy to hear you say that," he said, and pulled me close.
"You don't look much different from the first time, is the outfit meant to be what changes things?"
"Not quite," he said, and turned towards his huge overlord and gave him a thumbs up. I was being lifted. Under my ass was a black strip of leather, one was against my back as well so I was hovering. I was in a sex swing. My clothes had been torn away in the process.
"A sex swing?" I asked, still not very impressed.
"You have to make all of them cum before I'm done," he smirked.
"All of them?"
He snapped his fingers and I watched the bulge in his pants grow, then, it grew again, finally the seams ripped and out came three long cocks. I gulped. I now knew what he meant.
"One for both your entrances, and one to coat you," he smiled and came towards me.
"Safe word, we need a safe word," I squeaked.
"Thinking you may give in?" He asked.
"Just, please, for my sanity," I begged.
"Hmmm, Harry, if he's your safe place, say his name to have me stop," he offered. Yeah, my safe place hadn't even fucking come.
"Touch yourself so I can get hard," he demanded. I was already wet looking at his three huge lengths. I reached down and kept my eyes on him as I pressed fingers into myself.
"Is this what you looked like the night after I had you the first time?"
"Ohh, Timothée," I whined, pressing my clit. Somehow I could hear my wet noises over the demons. I watched two of the three cocks extend and get hard. He took his third cock and pumped himself. I noticed he only had one sack of balls, but they were swollen to three times their regular size. The amount of cum was sure to bloat me again, and the idea made me wetter.
He came towards me. He slowly pressed his lowest cock into my ass. I bit my lip as he bottomed out. Next he maneuvered the cocks around to press the second one to my heat. He pushed in and I felt so deliciously full. I was heaving already, and he wasn't even moving. He took his third cock, and slapped my cock bulging stomach with it, leaving precum on my body.
"I already don't know if I can take this," I whined. "You have no idea how good I feel."
"Oh I think I do, because you feel decadent," he growled.
"Begin!" Boomed the giant Incubi. Timothée began to move.
"Ahh! Ah!, of fuck!" The pleasure was instant. I was so insanely full.
"I c-can't,"I writhed in the swing. The swing made it all the more pleasurable. He was moving slowly. I couldn't imagine what would happen if he moved fast. My stomach and legs burned with arousal. I came fast. I clenched him as I flowed with pleasure.
"Good girl, so fast," he cooed to me.
"Oh, I thought you only had one, how do you have so many?" I begged.
"They were added for the games, they'll be removed after, so enjoy," he chuckled.
"I feel like you're going to kill me with pleasure," I gasped.
"You need something to take out your frustration on?" He asked eagerly.
"Yeah!" I agreed, hand fisting and unfisting on nothing.
"Take the third one," he urged. I looked at the third cock twitching on my stomach in a puddle of precum. I took it in both hands and pumped it up and down in desire.
"Ugh, oh fuck yeah," he moaned and began to speed up.
"TIMOTHÉE!!! Ah, ah, oh, shit," I gripped his cock hard. I rubbed his slit hard and his cock exploded all over me. My chest, face, and hair was coated. I was eagerly scooping it up and sucking it into my mouth as though I lived off it.
"That's one," Timothée whimpered, and I was relieved to see his massive balls had gone down a little.
"Ohhhh, so f-f-full," I cried, feeling my stomach where it bulged when he was fully inside me.
"How many inches, how long are they?" I asked, wondering if I'd need a dildo the same size when this was over. Harry need not know. But then I remembered I wouldn't desire Timothée anymore, but that seemed impossible.
"Thirteen," he told me with a smirk.
"Fuck!" I cried and came a second time, my cunt pulsed and he looked like he was about to cum, but he held it back.
"Please cum again," I begged, I started to feel a bit overstimulated. It felt so good it nearly hurt. I couldn't feel my legs.
"I'm okay," he smiled.
"Pl-please," I pleaded. "Please Timothée, it's almost too much."
"I think you can do it," he said, and slammed into me aggressively.
"Har-" I started, almost unable to do it.
"Come on don't do that," he muttered and leaned closer. You're doing so good, you're taking three cocks and you already made one cum. You're so pretty being stuffed full of cock, can't you hang on? The one in your pussy is really close I swear."
Dizzying pleasure overtook me.
"I-if you keep talking to me like that, I can do it," I said desperately.
"Okay pretty girl," he said, and slammed into me again.
"Yes, like that," I nodded, placing my hand back over the bulge of his cock. I tried to relax and enjoy it.
"You take cock so well, thirteen inches, and I know your legs are numb and you're doing it anyway. So good for me. Don't even have Harry here for support and you're being so strong. Look how tiny you are, but you can take it. So small, but Timmy's big cocks are going in so smoothly."
"Yes, oh fill me, won't you please, so you can fuck it in?"
He pulsed and the cock inside my pussy let lose.it was Like a hose of cum he filled me. I watched my stomach bloat as he whimpered over and over and came. I felt my stomach that sloshed, and I came again. I was so sensitive, I whined as I squeezed my thighs together in desperation.
"Oh, oh!" Timothée cried out, and the one in my pussy started up again. Tears streamed down my face as I watched my stomach fill up.
"Timothée, it should've been in my ass," I whined. I couldn't stay still, I had to convulse and write through the sensitivity. I continued to cry, because the intense emotion felt good.
"I'm sorry, you're just so sexy, look at you, you can't stay still. Do you need me to take that one out? Will it make you feel better?" Suddenly, being empty felt almost scary. My hormones were all over the place.
"No, no! Don't pull out. I can't be empty, please Timothée!" I begged. He slammed harder to show me he wasn't leaving.
"Your fucking tits," he moaned, massaging his own semen into my breast skin.
"You're mesmerizing," he said.
"Can't believe I'm gonna come again, I'm all tingly Timothée," I wept. I came weakly, barely able to clench him. I felt like a rag doll that had been played with all day.
"It's okay, I'm close," he said, and soon he poured into my ass. Being filled there felt odd but not bad, I'd never done it before. Finally, Timothée stopped moving.
"You look like a masterpiece, covered in cum, so weak, stuffed with cocks and cum. Your tummy is so bloated," he cooed and caressed my cheek.
"There going to take you to the nuns now," he said and I saw people in white veils coming towards us.
"No, no, no," I said, feeling like a helpless child. I sat up with the last of my strength and clung to Timothée. I couldn't have him take his cock out.
"Need you, stay inside me, please," I was sobbing on his shoulder.
"Darling, you need aftercare," he said gently.
"Don't pull out, don't, I'll be so empty. My overstimulation had turned on its head and now I couldn't have him leave me. I was glad for the first time that Harry wasn't here and seeing this.
"Y/n," he said aggressively. "I'm not going to let you not get care." He very easily lifted me off his cocks. They all went back to one. I pulled at his red outfit and it ripped as the Nuns took me away. I clung to the fabric and smelled it. I wiped up his cum with it and sucked on the cloth.
I felt like an idiot after an hour of after care. I was still exhausted but my brain had recovered. I'd made quite the scene. I'd been washed off while given a massage and a teddy bear to hold. I hadn't let go of his torn shirt even when I'd come back to my senses, I just couldn't for some reason. I was clean, and felt refreshed, but I was still too weak to walk. There was an ache in my lower half that I didn't want to think about. Some comforting salve had been put on me.
"We brought you someone," said a veiled Nun. I expected Timothée, but Harry entered in. Finally, I threw the red garment away, and opened my arms for him. He was warm and comforting.