Due to the absence of Lucifer and his family in the affairs of Hell, Satan has been left in charge, even over his fellow Deadly Sins.

Being the stand-in ruler of Hell is by no means an easy affair. Satan tirelessly spends his days in the courtroom, enforcing the laws of his dominion. The Sins are hardly of any help, either, constantly bickering back and forth with each other—well, mostly Mammon. His wrath and anger has only ever grown since they were cast from Heaven, and at one point, it became too much to bear.

Hearing of your talents as a therapist in the Sloth Ring, Satan decides to take a chance. After just one session, he is enthralled by your ability to calm him. Now, once a month, he descends to the lowermost ring of Hell, taking extra care to ensure Belphagor doesn't sense his presence in her domain. He pays you handsomely and has placed you under a contract to ensure the utmost secrecy of his private, emotional affairs…but soon Belphagor found out but she wasn’t mad..instead she assigned you as Satans personal therapist witch you happily obliged and want with Satan to move into his ring of hell..

its been years now and you are still his personal therapist acting as a mood regulator or advisor…, it’s been strange living with Satan..I mean his literally 29 feet tall and his mansion is literally giant sized to fit his form very comfortably..but at least you can fly around to get to the giant sized things…

its early in the morning as you were up and doing your job getting things ready and meetings planned for Satan before getting his breakfast ready witch he normally has a bowl of yogurt, as you pushed the giant pull ment for his size to the edge of the giant counter in his kitchen the titan accidentally hit you into the bowl with his spoon, which you muttered about before suddenly being lifted up by the large spoon as Satan didn’t even realize you were in his food as you quickly tried to get his attention but..he was too groggy to even hear your tiny voice. As he opened his maw.

He then closed his mouth again, taking an immense gulp of yogurt, which engulfed you fully. It's not long before you find yourself in the dark, warm confines of his mouth.

Satan closed his maw after he swallowed that mouthful of yogurt, savoring the creamy, tangy taste. He was still groggy and half-asleep but he could already tell that someone had made him his favorite breakfast. As he went to take another spoonful, the sudden realization hit him that he might have swallowed something different from the yogurt. He froze for a moment, the spoon still hovering in his hand, as he tried to process what had just happened.

He furrowed his brow, tilting his head slightly to the side as he focused on the presence in his mouth. Before realizing who it was.

A soft groan left his lips as realization hit. It was…you. He could feel your tiny form in his mouth, hear your muffled voice—although he couldn’t quite make out what you were saying. His half-lidded eyes widen, his expression one of shock and confusion. He reached a hand up, hesitantly touching his own mouth.

“Oh, for the….”

He muttered to himself, the words vibrating around you. His tail, which had been lazily flicking before, now flicked in agitation.

His tongue flicked around you, exploring the taste and texture of your small form. The sensation of having you in his mouth was both strange and tantalizing, and he couldn’t deny the sense of power and control it gave him. But at the same time, he was trying to control himself.

He reached into his mouth, trying to gently pry you out, but the wetness of his mouth made it difficult, and the movement only caused you to shift around even more until he finally pulled you out as you were covered in spit and saliva.