Shivers ran through your form as you stalked though the halls heading towards Mephisto's office. Images of the mighty son of Satan writhing under your touch flashed across your eyes, setting your senses to hyperactive lust. And you knew just who to take it out on.
You steps towards Mephisto's office quickened only to come to a halt as you ducked behind a corner at the sound of oncoming footsteps. You peeked around the corner, shoulders relaxing at the sight of Amaimon ambling lazily down the hall.
Your senses flared as you approached the apathetic demon. His eyes connected with your devious ones and all at once he knew what you were thinking.
"Wouldn't it be best if you went to my brother for that kind of thing?" His words were uncaring but his eyes trailed up your approaching body with mild interest.
You ignored his question, instead trailing a nail down his arm while circling behind him. "You're bored right?"
His eyes met yours in answer to go on.
"I'm bored too, but lucky for me I have a game to ease my boredom." You brushed crimson lips against the back of his neck, letting hot breath lick at his skin. "But it takes two to play."
He turned his head to look at you through the corner of his eyes. "And what is this game?"
You smirked up at him. "It's my game to find someone that can truly dominate me, not only in body, but mind as well."
He gave you a look that said he was clearly not impressed.
"Don't underestimate this game, Amaimon, in nearly a hundred years there has only been one winner." You chuckled lightly running a nail down his spine. "And that happens to be your brother."
"Big brother?" His eyes narrowed slightly.
You hummed in confirmation, trailing sinful lips across his neck. "Are you really going to let him keep his title of champion, Amaimon?"
Before you knew it, you were pressed hard against the wall, a pair of lips on yours with bruising force. An abnormally long tongue pushed its way into your mouth, dominating yours completely. It didn't take you long to start fighting back, your own tongue waged a heated war on his while his hands scoured your body, never content in one place for long.
You raked sharp nails down his chest, carving uneven rips in his shirt and skin. He growled into your mouth, fisting a hand in your hair and giving a warning tug. You pressed harder to his form, pulling your lips back to catch his bottom lip between your teeth and giving him a daring look. He responded by pressing you almost painfully into the straining wall and giving a hard tug to your hair.
You growled as he captured your lips again, biting down when your tongue wormed it's way into his mouth. The coppery taste made your senses flare and he dug his hips into yours, a free hand coming up to sneak under your shirt.
Your breath hitched as his nimble fingers teased a pink bud between his fingers. You pulled from his mouth to latch your teeth into the skin of his neck, giving it a hard suck that was sure to leave bruises. You hissed in pleasure when he lightly traced a circle around your nipple with a sharp nail.
You raised a leg to hitch around his waist, pulling his hips hard into yours with a grind that cause him to let out a low growl of bliss. You got rid of his tie and started at the first button of his shirt, sucking at his collarbone.
He grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head with one hand, smashing his lips into yours with a demanding kiss, tongue massaging yours sensually. He raised his free hand to rip open your school blouse with his claws, cutting free your bra with it. You arched against him, grinding more firmly against him in a silent plea.
He latched his lips to your neck, teeth drawing blood as he trailed his way down to a supple breast, rolling a nipple between his teeth. You gasped and squirmed your hips against his, feeling his member grow harder at the reaction he finally pulled from you. His free hand trailed behind you to grasp your ass and grind back into your heat, pulling a shudder from both of you.
He sucked hard on your chest, lightly bucking his hips into yours, pulling soft cries from your lips with every light thrust.
"First Rin and now my brother," You looked to the side to see a grinning Mephisto walking towards your meshed together bodies. He chuckled "You sure are busy tonight."
Amaimon growled at the appearance of his brother, but didn't stop the movement of his hips that sent jolts of ecstasy though your body. "What do you want, big brother?"
Amaimon's usual whinny, childish tone came out labored as he cast a mildly annoyed look at the other demon. Mephisto just smirked at his brothers' behavior and drew even closer to the two of you.
Amaimon pulled you closer to his body, pressing you flush against him. "I'm playing with her now, brother. Go find something else to play with."
The other demon continued towards you two and with a playful shrug said, "Then at least let me give you a little hint, so I could at least have some competition."
Without permission he reached behind you to grip the base of your tail between two sharp nails, you stiffened at this action in Amaimon's arms. You let out a shuddering moan as Mephisto dragged his nails down the length of your tail, meanwhile slipping his other hand up to pinch a nipple.
He pulled, causing you let let out a whine of disappointment, squirming in Amaimon's grasp.
Chuckling, Mephisto turned back the direction he came. "Just thought I'd give you some friendly advice, little brother."
You squirmed against Amaimon, in desperate need of his body.
He let out a disappointed sigh. "He ruined it."
You looked up at him with questioning eyes before you realized what he was saying. In a pleading voice you tried to persuade him. "No, no, it can't be."
Amaimon untangled himself from you with an annoyed huff. "Yeah, brother completely ruined the mood."
You watched as the green demon walked away with a halfhearted apology, more annoyed than anything. You stared at his retreating form with a look of exasperation.
"Fine!" you called after him. "I'll go fuck one of the damn humans, jackass."
So you set off in the other direction to terrorize one of the male students with what he would think were 'wet dreams' in the morning.