I don't need to be as powerful as him to recognize the smell of pheromones. There was an unmistakable hunger in his eyes. The darkness we embody is sin, and what's more sinful than lust? I should've known he'd be a highly sexual creature. Even if I'd come to this realization earlier, I certainly would have never thought I'd be of interest.

"I could have a lot more servants if I needed them, but I just don't have the use. Kuza and Ryan tend to take care of everything just fine all by themselves. So, that did lead me to wonder exactly what your purpose here would be, and I believe I'm starting to see."

He stood from his seat, circling the table to approach me. Ricky began to reach his hand towards my face, but I quickly swatted his wrist away. It was instinct, muscle memory. If my mind had stayed in front of my body, I wouldn't have done what I did. Unfortunately, you can't simply deprogram centuries of dominance.

My hand latched onto his throat, nearly knocking the wind from of his lungs. He didn't get angry, only smiled blissfully. I pulled him in, getting a closer look at his face. If it weren't for all the power he has packed into that tiny body, he'd be the exact type I'd make a play thing back on Earth.

I had so many little toys over the years, both human and vampire. So many think they'd never submit, until they come to feel the fulfillment of submission. Just as I was innately dominant, there are countless who are naturally subs. Even someone of Ricky's power fell victim to my commanding sexual aura. I can't help it. I belong on top.

"Well," He smiled, placing his hand on top of mine, "This wasn't what I had in mind, but it's been awhile since I bottomed."

"I find that hard to believe." What was I even saying? He could probably end my life or put me in torturous amounts of pain with the bat of his eyelashes. Yet, I couldn't stop myself.

"You've been frustrated with me demeaning your power. I've noticed. So, I'll give you this opportunity. Show me how dominant you can be."

Does he have any idea what he's asking for? Hell, do I have any idea what I'm getting myself into? He very well could be playing me a fool, attempting to see my strength and sadism in order to laugh at it. Something told me his thirst was genuine. Those pathetic humans he keeps around certainly don't have it in them to harm him. They're too afraid of him.

I'd noticed sliding doors against the left wall. I tossed him against them, his body dropping to the floor with a smile on his face. The best whores take pleasure in the pain. Behind him, the door had budged slightly. I placed my hand upon them to open them, noticing strange symbols painted on the fogged glass. As I pushed the door back, I saw into what I could only assume was his bedroom. Isn't that convenient?

Ricky started to get back up, so I kicked him in the stomach. He's a demon lord. He can take it. I took a fist full of his hair and began dragging him into the room. His back hit the bed's foot board. He remained there, knowing that's where he belonged.

"Well," I scoffed, "Knees."

If only there was something around here for me to smack him around with. Verbal abuse will have to do for now. He pulled his legs under him, reaching his hand for my belt. Not yet, my slut. I grasped his chin in my hand, pushing my thumb into his mouth. The warmth of his body drove me crazy. It's so rare I feel such anything but cold, even when fucking another. His core must've been radiating pure fire.

That made me impatient to fuck him, frankly, but I wouldn't be so foolish. Ricky made it clear, he wants to feel some type of way once I'm done with him, and I know exactly how to do that. I allowed him to undo my belt and jeans. There's something so enjoyable about watching a sub kiss and suck your cock so timidly. It loses it's novelty quickly, though. I took hold of his pretty raven hair and forced him down on my cock until the color of his face began to change.

As I released him, he began to gasp for air. Among those gasps, I heard whimpers, moans. Who would've thought someone of his standing was such a masochist? I pushed his head back against the end of the bed and fucked his throat, slowly.

I began disregarding my shirt and jacket. Ricky pulled back to catch his breath again. He glanced up, seeing my nude torso. His eyes lingered longer than they should have. The spit dripping down his face and the hunger in his eyes made him look so pathetic. I ripped his button down open, finding tattoos underneath. Some of it looked to be a type of scripture. How intriguing.

The rest of his clothing found it's way off by force. I was looking forward to destroying this bedroom. My hand met his throat again, slamming him down into the mattress. I found myself on top of him a moment later, thrusting inside his sinful body. Fuck, it felt good. He was damn tight, and his body radiated this amazing radiant fire. I can't remember the last time I felt this alive.

He moaned for me, but it wasn't enough—Not by far. I knew the one thing that'd get him. It gets anyone, no matter their species or their preconceived notions of me. I slowed my thrusts as I buried my head against his neck. My tongue licked along his skin, making him coo blissfully. It was sweet, but it wouldn't last. I could feel my fangs crawling out of my gums. They were just as starved as I was, despite having just eaten.

Ricky reached his hand up towards me, presumably to stop me once he'd figured out what I was doing. Unfortunately for him, I was ahead of him. My fangs plunged into his skin. His blood was spicier than anything I'd ever tasted. Not only does he taste amazing, but it was just the fuel I needed to fuck him into next week.

I never cared if I sweated during sex. I knew it made me look even more attractive to my prey. A wound in his neck now dripping blood and my body glistening under the candlelight, the demon beneath me lost what little control he had left. He let go, submitting to his own pleasure. His moans were like a drug to me, and I can only imagine what his subordinates must be thinking right now.

The problem with being a sexual beast, often times my drive and hunger blind me. When the night had come to it's end and I'd defiled his body, I realized what I'd done. I'd fucked a demon. Well, there's a sentence I never thought I'd say. The question is, should I be privileged or ashamed to have done so? I suppose, only time will tell.

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a/n

hi friends~

Recently, I did a Q&A on my Instagram. If you don't follow me there or missed it, I thought it best to leave the answers down here, in case anyone else has these same questions. If you have questions I didn't answer, please feel free to comment them or DM me <3

Qrow was one of my favorites, will you be continuing it?

Not in it's current incarnation! I'll be recycling some of the story for my novel. Basically, the novel(s) I'm working on are a culmination of some of my favorite stories over the years, retold with completely original characters. If I ever do get lucky enough to publish these, must admit there are still some names that are a little derivative of MIW haha

Sexuality/sex/gender orientation?

Sexuality – Pansexual
Sex – Female
Gender – Fluid, masculine leaning

Pronouns?

I'm comfortable with both male & female pronouns. I don't like neutral ones like "they/them" tho, they feel unnatural for me personally

Do you still have a s/o?

I do! But it's not the same person I used to talk about. He's incredible <3

What's your thoughts on fanfic being "toxic" when it's based off real people?

It's hard to approach this with a general answer. Whether or not it's toxic depends on how the readers and writers are conducting themselves. If you understand it's purely fiction and you're not writing anything obscene (ex.: incest, pedophilia, rape, racism, homophobia, so on), then I don't see the problem with it. I don't agree with the people who drag it into real life. For example, screaming "Daddy" at Chris, sending the bands links to fics, things of that nature. There needs to be a barricade between the real person and the fictional version you're reading. I also believe the nature of the fic is dependent on the person. MIW choose to write sexual songs and use very sexual imagery themselves, so I think sexualizing fictional versions of them is fine. For someone like, say, Taylor Swift, I find sex fics very disturbing because she's very family friendly and doesn't portray herself in a sexualized way.

Are you into DDLG? Or in a BDSM relationship?

I'm currently in a DDLG relationship! I personally don't consider it a subcategory of BDSM like others tho. I was once in a BDSM relationship, but my partner was abusive and it scared me off from the lifestyle.