"Obedience needs to be practiced..."

- ... and who will teach you to obey your desires better than me? I take care of what's mine... - He tightened the leash burying Filip's nose into his proudly standing cock. - Come on, there's no lies between us two. We both know that tying you was completely unneeded. You'd take it like a needy whore you are either way. - Humiliating remark furrowed Filip's eyebrows,  anger glistened in his pupils which widened a smile of the demon. Vicious, testing the patience of the kneeling blondie.
- I'll bite your dick off. - He snarled pulling against the leash, leather collar pressing harshly against an already irritated skin on his neck. A few seconds of silence almost pushed his words from bratty to threatening, but the sharp eyes of the demon stayed playful, almost amused.
- You're funny. Did your silly little brain forget that both pain... - Girthy tail flung up with a surprising nimbleness and shot down to sting Filip's back right between the shoulder blades. A sharp bite of pain buzzed through the nerves. - ... and the pleasure... - slowly the stinger moved up and across the length of his spine, turning the sudden relief into momentary bliss. - ...are shared? - His voice calm and slow.
- The only difference between you and I is that I withstood both of them way more than your frail body ever will.
The demon pulled on the leash again seeing how his human counterpart reluctantly submits to the persuasion. Seeing Filip so desperately fighting against his own desires could be seen as sad, but to the Demon it always added a bit of an excitement.
With every meeting he struggled, fought against his own vision of who he wasn't and what he wanted, rebelled and pushed back, yet time and time again he fell. And oh, how deliciously submissive he became after each and every fall. Silence lingered only for a few seconds before the horned one couldn't feel the pull against the leash no more.
- Yes... get your tongue out princess. - Demon's satisfied words moved the air again. A blush on Filip's cheeks deepened in pink. Eyes closed as he slowly leaned in, tongue pressing against the base of the cock bigger than his own face. Arousal forcing his heart to beat faster, steady fast thumping in his ears.
- Aren't you an eager bitch... - No matter how many times this scenario repeated itself, feeling that first heavy hot huff of air on his cock, always got him the right way. It's not like it felt like a victory... Oh no, it was more like a defeat of an old enemy.
Soft lips moved higher, tongue stretched down laying on the lower lip, spilling over to cover the spiky labret.
The Demon was right. Filip felt that tongue on himself. What a ghastly feeling! No matter how many times they did it, the first lick always sent shivers down his back and made his dick twitch.
Humiliated by himself for going along with it so easily he focused more on his own pleasure, moved his knees further apart and lifted himself up to reach the bridle of the cock. This time the Demon took out the heavy piercing out leaving a hole in the skin underneath the glans wide enough to be tickled with the tip of the tongue. He lingered there for a few seconds. With aroused breath leaving his nose in short huffs he sucked and gave it more sloppy attention. Lips reached up, softly hugged the side of the head and left there a teasing kiss. One more and again as he looked up, his light blue, heavy lidded eyes searching for some sort of validation. Horned one must have enjoyed it as much a he did, right?
- Good girl... - His tone aiming to insult got received with a noticeable hot shiver. - Oh... I see someone like's to be praised... - He chuckled, knowing exactly how it's going to play out yet willfully accepting the script. - Then be a sweetheart and open your mouth wide... I'm going to use you. - His dark claws reached to Filip's cheek, grabbed his chin, thumb pivoting to press his lips open. Wet tongue receiving a sharp end of the long fingernail.
White teeth scraped against charcoal skin delivering "I'm not completely harmless" message that was not received well. A throbbing cock pried his mouth open and every single scrape he felt like giving got transferred onto his own sensitive member. He flinched and opened his lips wider for a determined steady push given to him without much consideration.
- Mff! - he shook his head held now by the second demonic hand whose owner already started to feel a choking dizziness travelling into his own body.
- Is that evidence enough or you just wanted me to force my way through? Khehe... - A lip-bitten chuckle left Demon's mouth as he grabbed Filip's hair and pulled him free. He coughed for the air, saliva wetting his lower lip, eyes losing their grit, slowly giving into the submission.
A strong grip pulled him down again, pressing his face against a hot girthy rode of a cock. Flaming soft cheeks rubbed across the hardness, a tip of the dick pushed through the hole under the bridge made of Demon's palm resting against the ridge of Fili's nose and his brow bone. Tight. Warming himself up he forced the human to close his eyes. The Demon rubbed against his face repeatedly, squishing the cockhead through the gap with every relentless stroke. It brought numb mix of pain and pleasure that felt more like a high pressure, like scratching that got better and better with every second.
- Swallow. - A blunt command muttered with and expecting voice forced Filip's muscles to tense up in sudden jolt of arousal. He knew what was coming after. He swallowed and opened his mouth.
His head got pulled back, tongue laying on the chin, throat open, neck stretched and lined up with his chest. Hammering of the heart almost audible in the air as the Demon raised up, towering above the kneeling silhouette of the tied man. Leading his heavy cock with a thumb he missed and pressed up against Filip's upper lip.
- Nice fangs baby girl... - He grinned and placed his throbbing cockhead on the soft tongue. Slid in. Widely open mouth stuffed in an instant. With a dick this big a teeth-scratch couldn't be avoided but by now it joined the needy notes of pleasure. He got half way in but to help it deeper, the Demon opened his mouth and let his saliva drip down the forked tongue onto the hair on his lower abdomen and the base of his massive cock. He spread it loosely with a thumb, pulled back a bit and filled Filip's mouth again. Short. Thrusts. In.
- Fuckh... - "Air... air, air!" shouted the shared cells in their bodies. He pulled out giving both of them a second to catch a breath and pressed against gasping lips again. This time much easier. Filip's wet long tongue reached out in an attempt to touch the soft sack of skin but unable to reach it curled around the thick shaft instead. Spreading the wet.
Pull out. A second. Breathe. Back inside.
With a firm grip on the blond hair he steadily thrusted his way deeper and deeper into quickly adjusting, red from arousal and lack of breath face. Roof of his mouth receiving hit after hit, guiding that greedy arousal inside. Its juices mixing with the saliva, dripping down Filip's lips every time the Demon pulled back.
A second. Breathe.
Greedy punishment for looking too goddamn fuckable rammed into his mouth reaching the throat. A spasm shook his body wanting to unlock the airways.
- Take it. I know you can. - Horned one snarled feeling the spasm hugging his cock tighter.
- Gkhh! - Filip's hazy eyes got watery. Fighting for the breath was like a quick time event. Getting a tiny whiff of the oxygen had to be coordinated with the brief moments of mercy the Demon gave him. Hot hellish shaft gained tempo, fucking his body and mind. Dizziness. Dignity stuffed deeper than the tip of the throbbing dick could reach. No longer was he a brat. There was no resistance, no objection. Just a tool. He gave himself away and at the same time took himself fully. Pleasure of forceful giving and breathless receiving of the two bodies got mixed together, finding a faint outlet in labored grunts of the Demon. He himself giving his mind to pleasure, vision getting blurry from the tears he inflicted on his human self, dripping down his own cheeks.
- You love it, don't you...? - growl of pleasure filled with superiority was suppose to mask how close he was. - You love being used like a fucking fleshlight... - He knew. A shiver tensed up his buttcheeks. Tail moved next to his hip, reached and wrapped around Filip's neck pulling up against his jawline to help his already exhausted human body keep in the position. Bulge in his throat repeatedly forcing his Adam's apple to jump up and down. Saliva already pumped with air formed small bubbles and got dragged out of Filip's mouth, now glistening on the meaty rod relentlessly ramming his tight throat. Lips hugged the cock closer, he sucked whilethe focus in his eyes melted away.
- I love you...mh... my sweet needy... whore... - Through stifled moans, but he truly meant it. - I adore you as much as I love to ravage and take what's mine. You're mine... - He felt a sudden tension building quicker than any thought. - Fuckh...!
Filip's eyes closed tight for the few last ravenous thrusts embedding themselves deeper than before. Both hands greedily pushing human's head against his groin. His nose pressed hard against Demon's pubic hair as he put his load straight into Fili's throat now all tense and clenching hard around cock's circumference. With the air gone, stuffed to the brim, his body couldn't hold it any longer. Tied hands opened stiffly from the fists as a wave of pleasure took over his body. His mind airy, no thoughts, just trembling jolts of ecstatic energy filling him fully and bursting out as he rolled his eyes back. His boxer briefs stained with a milky wet that dripped down his thigh on the floor.
- Ghaa... kha... ha... mm... - Finally, his irritated throat got left empty for longer than a split of a second. He gasped for air, tail around his neck unfurling it's grip, hellish black hand slowly letting go of the light mohawk. Exhausted, his head bobbed down, body folded, forehead now resting against the stained floor.
Furiously pumping heart slowly started to calm down when he heard the hoofs low clack moving in slow steps around him. He wasn't ready for more...

Sharp fling cut the ropes apart allowing the blood to escape from the sore, almost purplish fingers.
- I take care of what's mine... - A low soft growl was much closer than he expected as he got picked up and carried to the couch where he quickly fell asleep.