So, this is what happens when your brain goes "Let's look up Finn Balor on YouTube!" and then after an hour it culminates in finding reader-insert porn of him. Doubly so if the monsterfucker in you gets really aroused/intrigued by his Demon King persona!
I do not own Finn Balor/Prince Devitt/Demon King. This is purely a fantasy and not meant to rile up his wife either! I also apologize if my writing an Irish accent and Finn isn't quite as good (first time doing both).
Hehe… doing both.
The stadium grew dark, illuminated only by deep red lights.
A faint heartbeat could be heard pumping throughout the arena.
Fog crawled upon the ground near the top of the runway.
The music crescendos into heavy metal guitars as a figure rises from the fog, arms outstretched to the roof, to thunderous cheers.
'Finn Balor' the LED screens announced in a demonic font, a wide green eye looking around and clawed black hands reaching up from the depths of Hell itself. Finn dropped into a crouch, crawling down the runway as naturally as a spider upon its web. He jumped up as the screeching violins rose in pitch, the lights coming on for a beat as hundreds of people rose their arms up to the sky with him. She only stood still, hypnotized by his strong figure as he comes down, closer to the barrier she stood behind.
He crouched down on his haunches, head bent back as if catching his breath. A few fans next to her reached out to pat his arms or try to shake his hands, but she could only look down at him.
Finn's eyes had opened and looked up directly at her.
Such a monstrous visage in white, black, and red paint, yet such a beautiful shade of blue were his eyes…
"Get it together Lia," she murmured, shaking her head. "It's not like he's going to remember you. You're just a random person in the audience… Not like we're in a soulmate alternate universe." Hands relatively dry after washing up in the restroom, she threw the paper towel in the trash and walked out into the hallway.
It had been three hours since Ophelia got to attend her first wrestling show in person. She considered herself a rather casual fan, looking up online videos counting down embarrassing falls or epic intros, but it wasn't like she could rattle off the minute details of certain iconic matches. It also was not like she expected her neighbor to give her his ringside ticket after coming down with a horrendous case of the flu at the last minute so that it would not go to waste. It was a happy accident and the electrified air that the fans gave off in the arena made it unforgettable, giving Ophelia one of the biggest rushes of her life. No wonder her neighbor loved attending these shows.
While she was impressed at the pomp of each wrestler coming out to their music, there was only one who had her truly spellbound when he stepped out… Finn Balor. The Demon King, wreathed in red lights and fog. She couldn't help but recall hearing of a fan who held up a lewd sign in the audience of a show years ago, wishing he'd fuck her, and then rightfully being thrown out. Don't quite blame her now that I've seen him, Ophelia giggled as her cheeks slightly flushed pink. She looked around for the sign pointing back to the lobby, but slowly came to a stop…
Wait. Where am I?
The bare hallways in their off-white painted bricks, pipes and boxes were not familiar at all, and Ophelia got the suspicion that she wandered into an 'employees only' section of the building. The thrum of conversations from fans and workers had also faded away, leaving her to the ambience of the heating system and her own heartbeat thumping in anxiety. She could not hear any footsteps coming down towards her and there were not any signs pointing folks like her back to the public areas. She cursed her tendency to lose herself in daydreams while walking.
She was all alone in the belly of the arena when the lights started to flicker in time to a faint heartbeat.
Shrinking into herself and shuffling back, Ophelia's pale skin pricked up in goosebumps, her short flouncy pink dress giving no protection at all. The air weighed down on her, slowly suffocating and overwhelming as she looked down the long corridor. Nothing. No one.
Buh-bum
The gray floors had a carpet of swirling fog, thick enough to conceal her matte silver flats and high enough to curl at her ankles. The overhead lights went off, drowning her in darkness. A few seconds later, they turned back on but bathed the area in a blood-red glow. A figure stood tall at the other end of the hallway, slowly creeping toward her like a large cat.
Her lips quivered, eyes growing wide, conscience telling her to get away.
Buh-bum
A deep exhale tickled her ear, the owner's lips kissing the very edge.
Ophelia whipped around, eyes wide in fright.
No one.
Buh-bum
She ran down the dark hall, clutching her purse close to her body.
The figure at the end of the hall watched her flee, a low laugh rumbling in his chest.
Her lungs felt like they were on fire, crying for oxygen and her leg muscles protested how intense she ran. She could not listen to them, not unless she wanted to be caught by whatever breathed in her ear back there. Ophelia still could not hear any security or personnel or patrons that could give her a chance at safety. She wondered if there was a chance that everyone just closed for the night, leaving her all alone. Trapped in a labyrinth with a… ghost? Demon? Serial killer?
Digging through her purse for her cell phone, Ophelia turned it on to use the screen as a flashlight. Fifteen percent remained on the battery, the result of her taking so many pictures during the show and leaving it on vibrate to drain the power a bit more. Dammit.
Quickly tiptoeing further up, she shone the light around to find a door that could lead to a hiding place. Call the cops, let them get her out, go home, go to bed, hope that she isn't plagued by nightmares-
The phone faintly lit up a doorknob and Ophelia sighed in relief when she turned it and it opened without a problem. She dashed inside and closed it, locking it to give her an extra safeguard from her stalker before letting her hand graze the wall for a light switch. She pressed down upon a button and the lights turned on. She was momentarily blinded, rubbing her eyes before getting a good look at where she was hiding.
It seemed to be a small lounge area for employees or performers. A black pleather couch with a long section at one end like a chaise lounge; low coffee table in front of it, bare of any cups and papers; shelving units with cubbies and hooks for clothes and an open doorway that must have led to a bathroom of some sort. The walls did not really have much decorating them, save for what looked like protocol reminders for security and bulletin boards with flyers and business cards tacked onto the cork. Ophelia slumped to the floor with a relieved sigh, getting ready to call for help.
Eleven percent battery remaining on her phone. Gotta make this real quick…
The lights above popped, plunging her into darkness with a shriek from her lips.
Her phone shut off, no frantic presses of the button doing anything.
"No! No, not right now!" she begged.
Buh-bum
The lights faded back on in hazy crimson, showing that Ophelia was not alone.
Crouched upon the arm of the couch was the man who captivated her during the show. Face painted in midnight with red flames surrounding his eyes; his lower jaw, throat, and chest showing a serpentine tongue writhing from a maw full of sharp teeth; shoulders and upper arms covered in black and fading into cragged words scrawled upon his fair skin; the faint outline of sculpted stomach muscles, black trunks and a long length of crimson cloth tied around his waist. Muscular arms and lower legs covered in ash and blood, translucent tendrils of scarlet and smoke floating from his wrists and down from his hair like jungle vines. And those eyes… when Ophelia first saw them, they were the peaceful aqua of a clear spring day. Now they glowed with predatory interest, piercing her soul, and leaving her frozen on the spot.
Is this really Finn Balor?
As if answering her unspoken question, the creature straightened before gracefully stepping down from his post and onto the floor. His body lowered into a crawl, so much like a tiger stalking its prey. Smoothly, with an air of power and eyes never leaving its quarry.
From a distance and surrounded by others, it had been fascinating; but now all alone in such a closed space it was terrifying.
And yet Ophelia could feel herself aching with desire.
Paralyzed to where she sat, she kept her gaze upon him as he languidly made his way towards her. He was breathing deeply, the exhales fading into slight growls that had the submissive part of her whimpering aloud. The demon grinned, exposing a set of brilliant white teeth and his quarry slunk closer to the floor, praying to melt away. A chuckle bubbled from his throat as he watched her turn away and curl up into a ball, still quivering from fright like the beautiful deer she was. Though with each inhale he took, her perfume of arousal and curiosity greeted him.
He could not wait to have her screaming beneath him.
Ophelia could sense he was looming over her, looking down at her much like she did a couple of hours ago when he came out to the wrestling ring. A set of sharpened nails tenderly trailed down her cheek, the movement so sweet she pressed closer to his hand with a mewl.
"Finally found ye, li'l one," he rumbled. "Ya couldn' hide from me forever." Balor nudged her head so that she could look at him. His eyes were hooded, in contrast to her wary emerald ones. Her gaze tilted down to the floor, trying not to focus on his physique and how he practically loomed over her-
"No need te be shy, luv. I can already smell how wet y'are."
"R-really?" she stammered, squirming a little bit at how intense his expression was. Indeed, she could feel the gusset of her panties now having a noticeable wet patch. Her clit pulsed and more blood colored her face.
Balor moved his face closer to Ophelia, his facial hair lightly scratching at her soft skin. "Yes," he hissed. "And it is absolutely divine. Can' wait te 'ave ye screamin' on my cock."
A full body shudder overtook her at his words, his voice, and the idea of being ravished by him and the moan that left her cherry pink lips was pornographic. Balor smirked, letting his hand move to the back of Ophelia's neck to bring her closer to him.
"Would ya like dat, pet?" he whispered. "Would ya like me ta fuck you right now?"
The spell on her snapped and she shook her head. "Y-you couldn't have asked me that earlier?" she asked, incredulous. "Why did you chase me? I-I thought I was gonna die!"
Balor's gaze softened with guilt. "I couldn't resist toyin' with ya, li'l one. I did not mean ta scare ya as badly as I did." His fingers ran up and down Ophelia's bare arms, leaving goosebumps in their wake. "If ye don' wan' t' be with me, I understan'." Now he sounded less like a darkly sexy demon in the ring and more like a child who just got rejected by a crush.
It was amusing, but Ophelia had to stop herself from giggling as she mulled over his words. The demon started fidgeting a bit, nervous as to whether things would end here and now.
"If I say that I want to stop, will you?" she questioned, finally breaking the silence.
"Y' ave my word, pet," Balor said with a bob of his head. That sinful smirk returned as his eyes narrowed once again. "Though you'll be too busy screamin' my name..."
The demon surged forward and met Ophelia's lips in a hungry kiss, dragging her flush to his muscular torso. Trapped in his embrace, her hands flew to his hair and dug into the long red and black tendrils. They coiled around her wrists like snakes, the feeling of cool water vapor dancing over her fingers as they met with the demon's scalp. She moaned at the pleasant chill, breaking off into a surprised gasp as Balor took advantage of this to explore her mouth more.
Claws ran along Ophelia's exposed back, hips rutting into hers impatiently, growls rumbling into her mouth; it was as if she had found herself caught up in a wild nighttime fantasy. Her, the innocent young lady being seduced by the handsome, inhuman man…
The two broke apart for air, hearts pounding from the adrenaline. Balor was smirking at how flustered she looked just from an enthusiastic kiss, lust now overtaking her like the sweetest bouquet of roses. Looking down to her heaving chest, he could see that her nipples were starting to strain against the fabric of her dress.
"Not wearin' a bra t'nigh'?" he taunted her, reaching for the thin straps.
Ophelia shook her head, making no move to stop him from lowering them teasingly, achingly slow. "There was one built in," she said, voice timid. She crossed her arms, moving them to push up her breasts as the cups of her dress fell from them.
A growl rumbled from his throat as Balor cupped one of her breasts, the warm heft filling his hand as he lightly bounced it. Pulling her into his lap, he latched his lips onto one nipple and started sucking with a groan of satisfaction. A whimper from the girl above him, a slow grind of her hips against him and he was hard.
The sensation of his mouth on her sent a new flood of lust into Ophelia and she ground herself against his arousal. She wanted, needed relief as her clit swiped against the soaked cotton of her panties, little breathless gasps leaving her.
Balor paused his ministrations, looking up at her; her lips parted, eyes hooded and hips moving. "Dirty li'l t'ing," he taunted. "I chased ye t'rough the arena and now ye're grindin' on me like an animal." He thrust up into her hard, making her yelp in surprise before he moved his hands down to cup her rear. "An' ye're soakin' t'rough yer panties. I can feel it…"
A hard squeeze then a swat to her ass and Ophelia cried out, thighs buckling and head dropping to bury into his hair. She felt him kiss her sternum before moving his lips to suck on her other nipple, claws digging into the flesh of her rear. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders, her own nails slightly scratching his skin as the sensations mixed within her belly.
"Ah! Yes… yes…" she whimpered, moving her face up to breathe. "S-so close." Her clit throbbed, thighs straining to keep pace, nipples sensitive-
It all stopped.
Ophelia whined in frustration as Balor removed himself from her breast and grabbed her chin to make her look into his eyes. She balked at the supernatural glow in them, moving to look away only for another swat to hit her rear. She yelped at the stinging sensation, eyes widening in surprise.
"Did ye t'ink I'd let ye cum so soon?" he growled, his hand gripping tighter. "I'm not done wit' ye yet. No' even close." He stood up, hefting her easily in his arms with a grunt as he turned towards the couch and table.
A small moan, trapped in the back of Ophelia's throat, met his ears and he gave her ass an affectionate squeeze.
She felt herself dropped onto the solid surface of the table, a soft "oof" leaving her mouth. Unwrapping her limbs from the demon's body and looked up at him, standing over her at full height and staring down at her. Dress wrapped around her waist and legs slightly spread open, her pink panties exposed and soaked through, a coy look in her eyes, brunette hair coming undone from the braid it was in, form quivering with need; Ophelia was starving for more from Balor as she writhed beneath his gaze.
"Y'look like yer about to cry," Balor taunted. "'ave I already ruined ye for ot'er men? Rather be fucked by me?"
Ophelia whimpered, moving to take her dress off only to whine at how hard it was to get it over her torso. "Please…"
The sound of a zipper reached her ears. Looking up, she saw Balor had bent over and undid it, his expression gentle, a small smile upon his lips. Murmuring her thanks, she finally got the garment off her body before leaning up for another kiss. A bit calmer and not as primal as it was from the start.
At least until Balor's fingers snaked beneath her panties and started furiously rubbing her clit. Ophelia cried out into his mouth, trying to push her hips into his hand, gripping the edges of the table on either side. Once their mouths separated, her upper body fell back, looking up at the demon touching her so intensely.
"Ah! Oh God!" she squeaked out, lips trembling open.
"He's not 'ere li'l one," he rasped out, kneeling before her spread legs. "Ye shoul' be screamin' MY name."
Balor pulled the front of her panties down before ripping the cotton off like wet paper. Ophelia tried to protest, but the breath was knocked out of her when he dove in to devour her pussy with fervor. It felt like she was seizing up, every lap of his tongue and hungry groan rumbling against her sent her eyes rolling to the back of her head.
"W'at's wrong luv?" the demon taunted, licking his lips. "Can' even cry out fer me?" He lightly raked his claws along the flesh of her inner thighs, waiting for his human to catch her breath.
Taking several deep breaths, Ophelia looked down at Balor between her legs. "I-I've never…" she stuttered, trying to collect her scattered thoughts. "J-just don't stop pl- "
She was cut off as Balor went back to eating her out, a high-pitched moan leaving her. Her hips wiggled around, trying to escape his hungry mouth until he encircled them with both arms to hold her down. He was quite noisy with his feast; slurps, groans and growls rumbling at her clit as he spread her lips open to savor more of her cream. She tasted absolutely delicious.
Ophelia's moans were shameless, eyes squeezed shut as she clutched her breasts, palms rubbing her perky nipples. The faintest prayer that no one would pass by and hear their tryst whispered in her mind, drowned by the euphoria washing over. She could feel herself getting closer to her peak, mind sparking from the pleasure…
A groan vibrating against her broke the dam as she moaned, limbs melting and electricity racing through her. Balor sucked on her clit as she came, watching his human fall apart even more from the extra stimulation. As her body fell back to earth, he thrust two fingers into her core to stroke against her walls. It was hard and quick, easily finding the spot that had Ophelia crying out and shaking. The demon continued his assault against her bud, fully bloomed and all for him to play with however he pleased.
Both hands leaving her breasts to latch onto the demon's head, she tried to ground herself from the agonizing ecstasy between her legs. Balor paid no mind to how much her fingers gripped his hair, his movements growing faster at how lost she was to his wicked tongue. Eyes squeezed shut, mouth open, G-spot relentlessly touched, clit lavished every way; Ophelia felt herself white out from it all with a cry that sounded distant from her ears.
Coming back down once more, she could feel Balor lapping at her still with satisfied sighs, as if he wasn't finished yet. A pained whine from the overstimulation, with a push against his head, forced him to reluctantly stop. Looking down, her eyes widened as she could see his chin wet with her arousal, one hand coming up to cover her mouth in surprise. Did I really…?
"Delicious," Balor sighed, wiping his chin with the back of one hand. "So fuckin' hot when ye squirted righ' into my mouth." He pulled her across the table by the hips, only to sit himself on the long end of the couch with legs spread.
"C'mere pet," he cooed, patting one thigh.
The telltale bulge in his trunks was tempting, but Ophelia's body felt like gelatin as she struggled to pick herself up and move towards Balor. Limbs heavy, core throbbing and throat dry from moaning; she let out a frustrated sigh and gave him a pleading look.
The demon shook his head before standing and picking up his exhausted human from the table. "An' I 'aven't even gotten te fuck you yet," he said, a slight tinge of disappointment coloring his voice.
"Your tongue did a pretty good job of that," Ophelia snarked back, curling up against Balor's chest.
He huffed, shaking his head, and letting a wry smile cross his lips. "Quite a pet I've found t'nigh'," he murmured, sitting back on the edge of the lounge.
What sounded like a little moan trapped in his "pet's" throat, followed by a full body shiver, perked him up.
"Ye like dat name?" Balor asked, leaning in closer to her face. "Like bein' called a pet?"
Ophelia looked up, only to dart her eyes elsewhere at his overwhelming gaze. "Mm-hm."
He tapped at her hip. "Use yer words. Less ye wan' yer ass as red as my paint."
"I-I do." Her cheeks warmed up even more, grateful that the crimson light masked her blush.
Balor chuckled at this, shifting her so that she straddled him back against his chest; his hands cupping her breasts, lips at the juncture where neck met shoulder and hips rutting into hers. "Would ye like a treat den?" he whispered huskily into her ear.
"Y-yes please," Ophelia whimpered, grinding down harder on him. The spandex of his trunks was growing wet with both of their arousal, and she prayed that his cock was the "treat" the demon promised her. Whether in her hand, in her mouth or in her pussy, it didn't matter. She wanted it.
"So polite," Balor purred. "Lif' yer hips up pet." Time te ruin her…
She did as told, glancing down to see the black trunks and red sash vanish into dust and blushing at what was beneath them. He was still human down there, but he was quite… impressive. Thick as a soda can and going past her belly button when she lowered herself back down to his pelvis.
He could be in porn with this, she briefly thought, green eyes wide. How the hell does he keep it in his trunks?
Ophelia stroked two fingers along the underside of his shaft, marveling at the taut vein running the length of it and the smooth flesh covering it. Balor inhaled sharply, the breath breaking off into a deep whine when she got to the leaking head. She brought her fingers up to her lips to lap at the salty precum coating them, a hum of delight leaving her at the taste. The grip on her breasts grew harder, nails digging into the skin making her whine.
"Enough!" Balor snarled, grabbing himself with one hand. "I need ya NOW!"
He guided himself to her entrance before slamming into her with a growl. Ophelia cried out at the slight burning sensation, head falling back against the demon's shoulder and baring her throat. "Y-you're so big," she said, voice small and shuddering.
Balor smirked against her neck, keeping still to let her get used to his size. His pet felt wonderful clenched around his cock, instincts to breed her past the point of full and dripping screaming within his mind. His arms trembled with the restraint, the tendrils around his wrists caressing her heated skin with feather-light touches as he breathed deeply. Her natural scent now had a splash of euphoria mixing with the roses-
He heard Ophelia whisper something.
"Speak up, pet," he growled in her ear.
She clenched around him at his words and tone. "Please move," she asked.
Balor purred, "With pleasure." Spreading his legs for a wider base, he started thrusting up into his pet at a leisurely pace, one hand gliding down to her belly to stroke the soft skin. "Can't wait te breed ye full o' my seed," he growled in her ear. "Make ye mine."
Ophelia mewled at that possessive tone, driving herself down harder against him, both hands covering her mouth to prevent a loud cry of delight from leaving. A bite at the crook of her neck made her jump, both wrists grabbed and hips below her no longer moving.
"No no, li'l one," the demon snarled. "I want ye screamin'." A hard thrust. "I want te know ye're enjoyin' this." Another hard thrust. "An' I want ye soakin' my cock, even if it takes. All. Night." Two hard thrusts and then his pace picked up to bruising, letting go of his pet's wrists to wrap around her torso and keep her close to his own.
High pitched squeaks left Ophelia's gaping lips; eyes bleary as Balor took her relentlessly. A quivering hand of hers went down to her clit, a light touch on it making her thighs quake and lower jaw tremble.
"Do it!" Balor growled. "Touch yerself!"
He didn't need to say anything more and Ophelia pressed down on her bud and started rubbing, shockwaves surging through her body. Toes curling, mouth wide open, feral growls and groans ringing in her ear, pussy filled over and over-
Balor's cock slipped out and she squirted upon the floor, a crying moan leaving her lips as she came. The demon let out a triumphant growl, throwing Ophelia face down upon the chaise lounge before mounting her once more. Ophelia had enough sense to raise her hips before letting herself give into her partner's merciless thrusts, the wet sounds of their union audible throughout the room.
"Oh G-God," she whined, voice high with euphoria. A stroke in just the right spot and her nails were digging into the pleather as she shrieked.
"Dat's it!" Balor growled, hilting himself before grinding against her hips. "Dat's what I want t'here! Fuckin' soaked n' screamin' yer fuckin' head off while yer bouncin' on my cock!" He started up the ruthless pace once more, eyes glued to the sight of him driving into and out of his pet, absolutely soaked in her essence; her ass bouncing and rippling with every thrust, perfectly round and spankable. A quick, sharp swat from his hand then his fingers tightened in Ophelia's brunette hair, pulling slightly, prompting a whine from her.
"Hah! So ye like yer 'air bein' pulled?" He let go to lean down until his chest was flush to her sweaty back. "Or perhaps ye'd prefer me closer?" he huskily whispered in her ear, nipping the edge of it.
The resulting whine was louder, and Balor's eyes brightened as he let his teeth graze down to Ophelia's shoulder and bit down on the skin. That had her shaking harder, what sounded like a "yes" straining out of her mouth at the pressure and she grew slicker against him.
"Then I'll mark ye so much, NO ONE will doubt ye're all mine!" he snarled as he pressed his weight down upon her, nipping at her sensitive neck and fucking her into the couch. Balor's hand covered one of Ophelia's own, fingers intertwined as he squeezed it hard, balls smacking against her clit, pussy clenching around him…
Ophelia's eyes widened as she felt his teeth latch onto the skin at the crook of her neck and it was enough to send her over the edge once more. She felt herself squirt against the demon's driving hips once more and her body tense as she let out a deflated moan before slumping down.
Balor paused, still buried in her and panting in her ear as he let his pet catch her breath. "Oh, I'm definitely keepin' ye," he breathed out. "Such a wonderful pet ye are fer me." He tenderly kissed her cheek before nuzzling into her neck, purring, and lazily thrusting into Ophelia.
A small, content smile graced her lips as she relished the relaxed mood this tryst had taken. She laid her head down, eyes closed as she and her lover melted into one another, the hazy red lighting painting the scene in sultry strokes. Ophelia let out a languid sigh as she felt another gentle kiss behind her ear.
"Ye do know I 'aven't cum inside ye yet, right?" Balor whispered, coming to a stop. He felt her pulse around him at recognizing this and chuckled. "An' I doubt ye're sated yet, are ye?" He pushed himself up, pulling out of Ophelia's inviting heat (he shook his head at the confused moan from her) and tapped her upper arm.
She turned to lay on her back, hair fanning out under her, arms limp at her sides and legs wide open. An exhausted, drunken smile stretched her face as she blearily looked up at the demon; the picture of perfection he craved to see since their eyes locked at ringside.
"Jus' what I love t' see," he growled as he loomed over her. "So drunk from my cock, yeh can' even move." He raised her legs up until they were bent back against her chest, exposing her soaked pussy and her clit now in full bloom. "Ye ready fer more?"
Ophelia quickly nodded. "Please," she begged.
"Gladly~" Balor pressed into her, groaning as he slid back inside to the hilt. "So much tighter like this." A hard thrust had her crying out immediately. "An' so much… mm… deeper." Another hard thrust. "Don' hold back pet. Lemme hear ye sing."
With that demand, the demon started drilling into Ophelia with a feral growl. Her eyes went wide from how deep his cock went in this position, strained trills and mewls spilling from her like birdsong. Her pleasured cries goaded Balor into fucking her even harder, his balls audibly slapping against her backside and claws digging into her knees.
How long they remained like this was unknown: all either one could focus on was the other and the noises each of them produced in the red-lit room. Balor pressed himself down upon Ophelia, her legs moving to cross behind him and heels pressing him deeper; their arms caging each other in and clutching close; the tendrils of scarlet and smoke around his head falling like a curtain to shield her from the outside world.
Save for the glowing aquamarine of his eyes, gleaming with silvery lust.
The demon licked a long stripe along his pet's exposed throat, the taste of her skin making him shudder. She gasped, her pussy tightening around him, rocketing to an explosive end.
"So c-close," he snarled into her ear. Her body clenched around him as she let out a broken moan. "Come fer me, pet." He nipped at her throbbing pulse, thrusts growing erratic. "Come fer the only cock you'll EVER need!"
Ophelia felt that tell-tale splash against their skin, her arms crushing Balor against her as she seized up in a silent scream. The sharp sucking sensation against her jawline, followed by the hot spurts of his seed painting her aching pussy white and the dull roar of satisfied completion muffled against her skin, prolonged it all as she thrust back against him to chase the last embers.
The couple stayed connected for a few moments more, sharing a deep kiss as her hands danced along the muscles of his back. Behind closed eyes, the lights flew back on to their normal color, making her cringe slightly at the sudden brightness. Ophelia slowly opened her eyes, looking up into a fair-skinned, handsome face framed by a short beard and close-cut brown hair. A boyish smile graced his lips, so unlike the demon who ravished her to the point of madness.
If it wasn't for the blue eyes looking upon her and the fact they were still connected, she would've thought they were two different people.
"Y' alright lass?" he asked, cupping one side of her face.
Not trusting her throat to be fine, Ophelia nodded and hummed, pressing her face more into his open hand. Her entire body felt languid, so close to falling asleep after some of the best sex she ever had.
Though the sticky mess between her legs and the cock buried in her did need to be taken care of.
As if reading her mind, Finn pulled out before picking her up bridal style and carrying her to the bathroom. A large shower stall took up one corner, the white plastic curtain pulled to the side; a toilet stood in another with a full roll of paper for the user; a sink with a square mirror looming over it and a thin, light wood bench running the center of the room. It was reminiscent of the restrooms in her high school's gym.
Ophelia jolted a bit when she felt cool porcelain on her rear, realizing that she was set upon the toilet seat. Finn turned away to walk towards the shower (nice ass, she thought), turned the handles and the sound of flowing water filled the room.
"Jus' gonna get some towels fer us," he told her before padding out.
She only nodded absentmindedly, still in a mental fog. She at least had enough wit about her to relieve herself and try to clean up, arms still heavy. The soothing sound of water made her eyes droop, tempting her with sleep. The mouth of a bottle pressing against her lips brought her back down to earth.
"Drink up," Finn gently said. "Mus' be t'irsty after all dat moanin' ye did." He let out a chuckle, eyes crinkling in amusement.
He was right, considering Ophelia drank half of the bottle. Some of the haze cleared a bit from her mind, the cool water running down her parched throat and she nodded in thanks.
"Balor wore ye out, huh?" Finn's eyes roved over her body, seeing the red marks where he clutched her tightly and the bruises on her neck from his bites. "Was it too much fer ye?"
She shook her head no. "I mean," she said, trailing off to collect her thoughts. "If it was, I would've said something. He did agree to stop if it came to that." Ophelia chewed on her lower lip; head cocked to the side. "So how much control did you have, Finn?"
He placed a hand on her upper back, nudging her to get up as he walked them both to the shower. "Some. The demon wit'in was feelin' a bit… needy. Nearly screamin' dat he wanted te fuck 'the girl in de pink dress at ringside.' Don't quite blame 'im." One corner of his lips came up in a smirk as he winked.
Ophelia blushed, gaze darting to the floor. Well at least the feeling was mutual…
The two stepped underneath the cascading hot water, both sighing at the wonderful feeling. Finn grabbed a washcloth, letting it soak in the water before giving it to Ophelia so that she could wipe herself down. A slight grunt left her as the terrycloth swiped against her core, aching after being fucked raw.
"So, this Balor is an actual demon within you?" Ophelia asked, leaning back against the wall and wiping her inner thighs. "Not just some character you get painted up as for certain matches?"
"Dat's exactly what it is. T'ough whenever he wants sex, I 'ave te butt in occasionally te make sure our partner is okay." Finn shook his head and huffed. "Once he gets goin,' it's- "he clapped his hands together, a "swoosh" sound leaving his lips.
"It's on?"
"Yup!"
The two laughed, though Ophelia grew pensive. They would have to part ways after tonight, their tryst nothing more than a fantastic memory. Finn would have to go on to the next city, her face fading from his mind as time goes on until-
"Lass? Somet'ing wrong?"
She sighed. "Just wondering what's next. I'm just a fan and…" Ophelia gestured in his general direction. "You're a star wrestler. After we clean up, is that it?"
Finn pulled her closer in a gentle hug. "I dunno te be honest," he murmured. "But I don' wan' te leave ye feelin' like dis meant not'ing. How 'bout I take ye back to my hotel? Ye fine wit' dat, Ophelia?"
Ophelia balked at her actual name being spoken before wrapping her arms around Finn. "That would be nice," she said. Her eyes closed, letting her ear rest against his chest and his heartbeat soothe her.
Hehehehe… at last! Self-indulgent Balor porn complete! …Too bad I don't have a sexy demon of my own to ravish me. Oh well! *shrugs* One day.
I do want to give shout-outs to a couple of folks online for giving me some inspiration. The one that started it all was KailynnYukari's AO3 story "A Lesson," especially with the idea of Finn and the Demon King having different personalities. I don't know if she's abandoned writing (I really hoped she would pen the last chapter to that Roman Reigns/OC story "Club M"), but on the off chance she sees this, thank you.
Over on Tumblr, thatnerdwriter's story "Dangerous Game" and ava-valerie's prompt about Balor and pet play were amazingly sexy and gave me motivation to help pen this. The GIF from wrestlingxbalorxrollins also got me going (being used in ava's prompt also hit so many spots for me~)
Comments and constructive criticism are welcome. Thank you for reading! *bows*
