Giveaway drabbles #12 - genderfluid demon x reader (hurt/comfort nsfw) (Patreon)

Here's another chunky ten-sentence giveaway drabble for you! Hope you enjoy :). 

Content warning - reader has been mugged and is mildly injured. 

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Knocking on a demon’s door this late at night might have seemed - to anyone else - like sheer madness; the huge creature who lived in the mansion at the end of the street had come there fifty years earlier to recuperate after a grievous injury, and, given that the climate of the Mortal Realm had been so agreeable to the demon’s health, there the general of Hell had remained. 

Not everyone knew the true identity of the house’ owner, but you were one of the few who did, and who could pass through the house’s various layers of hexes and protective barriers without ending up - at best - wandering the streets without the faintest clue as to how you’d come to be there. 

And so on a foggy, October night, you made your unsteady way to the door and knocked three times, barely having to wait for more than a few heartbeats before a servant opened it, and at the sight of you - bruised, a bit bloody, and in a pretty ragged state - the gargoyle’s red eyes flared wide before she ushered you gently inside, calling out the name of the demon who ruled this tiny corner of the demon-infested street of the Mortal Realm.

With a rather theatrical puff of smoke and the beating of draconian wings, the ruby skinned, scaled demon appeared before you and darted forwards to catch you as your knees gave way with relief. 

“I didn’t know where else to go,” you whispered as strong arms carried you towards a gently flickering fireplace. 

As you gazed up at the demon who had long been your protector, you smiled, feeling no fear at the sight of those reptilian legs, the spined tail, the scaled body and the dragon-like head with twin, curling horns and a maw full of razor sharp teeth, and a moment later, the familiar warmth of magic swept through you and drove the bruises and cuts from your body. 

Something else was sparked in you at that wave of magic, and you reached a hand up to that glorious face, iridescent in red and orange and gold in the firelight, and begged silently for one more gift… Your plea was answered with a sharp-toothed smile and a nod, and once again you were carried - this time for the pleasure of it, not because you needed it - towards a soft bed, where you were laid down and your clothes simply melted away under the hellfire-heat of that body as it was pressed close atop your own, and you felt the hard length of the demon’s cock nudging between your thighs, slick and ridged and hard with desire for you. 

A rough tongue coiled around your hard nipple and teeth raked against your skin, making you gasp as the general’s hips ground that cock against you, now leaking profusely as the stimulation mounted and drew shuddering, heaving gasps from the huge demon above you. 

Clawed hands touched you everywhere, the sensation of those points of contact imprinting almost onto your bones, you let the growing pleasure build inside you until you and your lover came almost together and you heard the softly-muttered promise that you would always be safe there.