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I watched as the man looked at me, red eyes blazing into my very soul. He was handsome, so handsome it made him look supernatural - because he was. This man was not a human. Only in form was he such a being. I could feel his devilish grin piercing into my skin as he smirked at me sarcastically. “So, you must be my summoner, no?” the demon questioned me, his aura causing my kidnappers, who stood around me, to quake in fear. I think one had even pissed his pants from the looks of it. That’s what you get for fucking with a mage knight.
I struggled to get out of the ropes that tied my hands together, the fabric gnawing at the skin of my wrists. I could feel my black eye begin to heal itself as the demon’s contract became one with my soul, causing my own aura to become stronger. After only a few seconds was I able to burn through my bindings with a fire spell and attempt to get up. “Stay down, soldier boy. Just sit tight, and watch me be rid of these fuckwads for you,” my familiar informed me as he summoned a huge scythe into his hands. He must have been a reaper type of some sort.
Wait! A reaper?! I wasn’t even aware one could summon a reaper! No, no, he can’t be.
“You think you can defeat us?! We’re some of the best monster hunters in the land, and you would no doubt earn us quite the pretty penny! Come on, boys! Enough standing around and - what?!” That caught my attention from previously trying to find the burn cream in the pack they hadn’t yet taken from me.
I looked over only to see the men wrapped in chains coming from different dimensions. My demon still had that amused grin on his face. Some of the men had already had their heads decapitated. “I have an idea,” the reaper began, his heels clacking against the marble floors. “How about you promise to never threaten me and never even think about my Master again, and I’ll let you go with an arm and a leg? Otherwise, I could just chop off all of your limbs and feed you to the grimm.” One of the chains retracted, pulling off the leg it was holding in the process.
The kidnapper howled in pain at the brutal way his body was torn apart. I remained silent and sat where I was in complete and utter shock. The same thing then happened to his arm, both pieces of detached flesh and bone catching fire and disintegrating before my very eyes. I couldn’t imagine what the guy must have been feeling right now - to have two of his limbs ripped from his body almost like a stuffed bear’s during a fight between siblings.
I could see the demonic wings coming to light as the reaper walked closer to the group. “Never come back!” he yelled before dropping everyone from their bindings and allowing them to run away. “And if I hear anything of you telling others about my existence I’ll send bad luck to curse you for the rest of your worthless fucking lives!” he finished.
Once again, all I could do was stare at the scene in front of me.
Only five minutes ago were those same men getting ready to possibly rape and murder me, and now they were gone, whether dead or scared (some most likely literally) shitless. I could see the heads of those who were in the front lying on the ground. The demon must have been targeting specifically those who had already begun to touch me.
Suddenly, the burning sensation from the rope ignited once more, causing me to wince. That must have grabbed my summon’s attention as he strode up to me while manifesting what seemed to be a healing potion. Whoever I called upon must have been extremely powerful to do so. Only the strongest of familiars could make potions out of thin air, let alone know how to make them.
“Drink this,” the demon told me, handing me the glass beaker. I did as I was told, letting the cool substance fall down my throat and into my stomach. It was only a moment before my wrists and ankles were healed. I must have hit the fucking jackpot.
“Thank you,” I responded after handing him back the empty container. “What shall I call you?”
A dark eyebrow raised in question. “Really? You don’t want to know anything else that may be more important first? Like, what are my powers? Who do I serve? What’s my level of threat? Things of that nature?” he asked me incredulously.
I chuckled. “Is it wrong of me to want to know the name of the one who saved me before anything else? We can get to the rest of the stuff after we seal our contract - only if you so desire that is. From the way you come off, it seems that you aren’t just your average demon. I can only imagine you being a reaper in fact.”
“Oh, so you know of my kind? Well then, Master-?”
“Clover.”
“Master Clover, you may call me Qrow. As you said, I am a reaper and one of the strongest at that. I would be honored to be of your service,” the man, Qrow, bowed, getting down on one knee with a hand to his heart.
I was surprised to tell the truth. Why would a reaper want to contract with a human? However, my mother always told me not to question others’ decisions, so I continued. “Just Clover would be fine. I thank you, Qrow, for saving me. Now, shall we find somewhere more private to solidify the contract.”
“If that is what you so wish.”
When summoning a humanoid, you had to do well to remember to ensure the contract, the bond, could not be broken, as humanoids had the knowledge and power to be able to kill their masters if they so wanted. So, doing this wasn’t exactly new for me, but what was new was the fact that I thought I may enjoy it this time.
In the past, I only really summoned females to fight by my side, many of which still worked as my familiars (two of which were currently standing outside the room Qrow and I were in as servants). I could see the jealousy in their eyes as I led Qrow to my bedchambers. They knew what was going to occur.
I watched as the reaper slowly stripped, his glorious, muscular body slowly coming into view. I could see the lines where his torso led, the v-shape very pronounced. His hair was slightly messy, but it did wonders for him and the five o’clock shadow only added to the look. The moonlight in which we were in shone off his pale skin, almost like a painting it was so surreal and beautiful.
I walked up to him, placing my hands on his sides. He looked surprised, as if he had never been truly taken care of before, and how I was going to change that. The contract, slowly becoming more prominent in my soul, was telling me that even though he was a demon he deserved every bit of happiness he got. He was moral; he was good. Or, that’s what I was getting from our connection at least.
I got onto my knees and began to kiss his small waist and hips. I could feel his smooth skin under my fingertips, and I didn’t think there could be any other feeling in the world this good. I used my thumb to rub circles right below his pecs as I began to gently bite marks onto his form.
“You don’t have to be so-” he panted in what I could only assume was ecstasy. “Gentle, soldier boy,” he finally finished after gathering his mind together. I continued my conquest of this gorgeous man, slipping my fingers into black slacks and beginning to pull downward.
“I know,” I answered before kissing that amazing six pack of his. “I want to be gentle. I want you to feel as good as I do.” As I pulled down his pants, I realized he was wearing nothing underneath. His cock, thin but long and adorably pink, came into view. I brought my hand up, lightly grasping it, so hot, and gave it a few strokes to bring it to full hardness. I heard Qrow moan as I did so. Gods, was that like music to my ears.I gave it a few licks and some more strokes before standing up once more and backing him up to the bed. He laid down on it as I took off his heels to pull his pants fully off. I put the shoes back on afterward. He looked too damn scrumptious in them to just put them to the side.
“Heh, I’ve never, mm, been pampered before,” I heard him say, confirming my earlier thought.
“As I said, I want you to enjoy this too,” I reaffirmed, beginning to strip myself. I watched as drool practically began falling from the other’s open mouth. His hands, cold as ice, sought out my torso and began to feel up and down my bare parts.
“I already am,” Qrow replied. “But I would be enjoying it more if you put your dick in me already. I feel like I’ve been waiting for a century with how slow you’ve been moving things along. You’re only just now disrobing.”
I gave a hearty chuckle as I sped up my pace. After all of my clothes were off and I was standing there watching as my new servant began to stroke me, up and down, up and down, up and down, I realized how long it had been since I had last slept with a man, someone who I actually had sexual interest in. My thoughts were interrupted as I felt a hot, wet tongue lick a single stripe along my length, causing me to let out a moan. The feeling made it seem like I was fucking flying.
That mouth of his, that had been so sharp when threatening my kidnappers earlier, then took in my cock. My eyes followed that feathery head of his as he bobbed up and down, up and down, up and down. His eyes met mine after a few seconds of that amazing motion, only adding to the sensations. He almost looked like he was innocently licking a popsicle rather than sucking dick with the way he looked at me. I opened my mouth to speak, only for a loud moan to escape as I felt the head of my manhood hit the back of a tight throat.
My head pulsed from the bliss, and I couldn’t help but entangle my fingers within those grayish black locks and gently thrust into his mouth. The feeling of his tongue was absolutely amazing, slick flesh gliding against my erection so slowly and sensually. I then pulled his head back, hearing a lewd pop come from the separation along with heavy gasps from swollen and precum littered lips. I didn’t care how much I wanted to release either into his mouth or onto his gorgeous face; I was not going to climax yet - not before him anyway.
“I thought you wanted me to fuck you,” I mocked playfully as he protested not having the contact anymore.
“I-I was enjoying that; thank you,” he stammered annoyedly, standing back up as he drifted his hands against my chest once more. He seemed to enjoy doing that.
“Ah, so you do enjoy my company. I’m glad,” I replied with an arrogant smirk upon my lips before biting a mark into his white skin. He groaned as I did so. Delicious.
“I thought it was obvious.”
“Well, I just wanted it to be perfectly clear.” Oh, I am going to enjoy this!
My hands weaved themselves around his body to lift him up and bring him to the bed, lovingly placing him on the mattress. I backed up to get a better look at him as well as grab lube. He had his legs spread, hands under his knees, just looking like he was begging for a good fuck, a huge cock. “Gods, how lucky am I that I summoned you?” I asked him as I moved one of his hands to take hold of the leg it was holding.
“Heh, I don’t know anything about good luck, but I certainly feel like the gods smiled upon me this time.” I laughed while I dowsed my fingers in the slippery substance, making sure to get enough so that he wouldn’t be uncomfortable.
“Certainly.” I then submerged my index finger inside him without warning in one, smooth motion. He gasped, and I felt him clench around my digit. I couldn’t wait to feel that around my length. “Gods, how long has it been since someone took you properly, huh? You feel so fucking tight, you know that? I can barely move my finger. I guess I’ll have to open you up very thoroughly to make sure you can take me inside you.”
“Ah! Dammit! I want you already!”
“Shush,” I demanded, taking his lips in mine to silence his complaining. “We’re going to do this my way since I am the master, and my way is to go slow, make sure that you’re properly taken care of. You got it?”
He went quiet before nodding. I rewarded him with a kiss to his lips and continued in opening him - the slick insides around my fingers almost burning them up. The stretching around them oh so delicious. His moans were just as such. Gods, how I wanted to just devour him. If he were a food, he would be one of those tiny desserts that are worth a fortune but have the flavor of heaven.
Finally, I withdrew my digits and drew back, studying his facial expressions. His skin was a rose pink and his eyes the same hue. Sweat glistened in the moonlight upon his flesh, and his chest was rising and falling at an almost alarming rate. He was beautiful.
I grabbed the lube once more, drizzling a hefty amount onto my hand, and began stroking my dick. I then lined up with his tight, little hole, watching his head fall back as I pushed in. His moans were just as lovely as he was.
I bottomed out, and I could feel my mind blank. The heat was sweltering, and I could feel that if I couldn’t move even if I tried. He was so damn tight; I’m surprised I was even able to enter him.
“Ah~!” I heard him underneath me. I couldn’t help the breathy chuckle that escaped, my response in agreement. I then mentally shook myself free of my daze, finally taking his other leg from him and pushed them apart. I started to give shallow and slow thrusts, getting him used to my size. He keened at that, allowing me to gradually gain speed in my bucking.
“Does it feel good?” I questioned when I was leaving only the tip in before submerging back into his entrance. “To be fucked properly.” His face was that of a tomato at the question, or it could have been from how much he was enjoying our little tango.
He didn’t reply. He couldn’t from what I understood of the whines escaping those swollen lips.
I could smell sex in the air, a scent that I had only grown to hate in the past recent years as I had only done it to quench the need rather than actual enjoyment. The taste of the atmosphere was absolutely toothsome, and the ever growing fire that was in my abdomen made it all the more enjoyable. This was bliss. No wonder why people sought out pleasure from demons.
“Clover, please!” his beg suddenly interrupted my thoughts.
“Please, what?” I asked, raising an all knowing eyebrow.
“I-Ah!” I thrusted hard and deep, only once, to give him a taste of what he truly wanted. The bird was nearly drooling at that. “ Gods, I want you to-AH!” An even harder buck of the hips. “Please, just let me-FUCK!”
“What is it, Qrow? You look like you’re trying to say something,” I teased omnisciently, trying to act innocent. “What do you want? All you have to do is tell me. Your master is here to take care of you.”
“FUCK!” he cried as the walls that I had broke for a split second, and I let out all the power I was holding back. I took it away right after I realized what was happening. “Do-do that again!” Qrow nearly yelled he was so desperate.
“Do what again?”
“You know! Stop being mean, Master!”
“I’m not sure what you’re talking about. Just tell me what you want loud and clear, okay? I’m here.”
“F-fine!” Finally, I was beginning to think that I wasn’t going to hear him beg. It was only going to be another moment before I broke. “Fuck me! I don’t care how! Just do it! I want it as hard and rough as you can give it! I want you to fuck me, Master! Please!” That was my cue. The barriers that kept my control crashed down, and although I wanted to go slow I couldn’t help but begin thrusting at a lightning pace. His sigh of contentment when I started only made me go faster.
I put everything I could behind each thrust, ensuring that this handsome reaper would know just who he belonged to and who he would serve for the rest of his long life. I wanted him to know that it was okay for him to feel good and that I would always be there in the future to help him do so.
It didn’t take long before he came all over himself. Cum spewing from his dick like a fucking fountain and coating his hard stomach. The sight brought me to my own conclusion, filling him up to the point where my seed began to spill out of him.
We stayed there for a couple minutes, just trying to catch our breath. I could feel the bonds of the new contract flowing through my veins as I did so.
“You’re mine,” I suddenly told him, catching his attention.
He nodded after a moment. “I will gladly be yours, Clover. Thank you for having me.”
I smirked as I pulled out of him. “No, thank you.”