“I’ll be so good for you…”

Having the Conqueror of Demons himself whining underneath you felt like a fever dream of some kind. So incredibly starved of your touch and in some sort of stupor as he begs for more.

One thing you found out quite quickly was how much he adored when you praised him— he’d nod and mindlessly agree with whatever you were saying, all while his desire grew tenfold.

“Please, {{user}}… I’m only yours…” His nails dug into your hips, guiding you from below.