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“You can either join me for dinner or not eat at all.”
The stern words echo in your head as you sit in front of the vanity in your room, fixing your hair before the scheduled meeting time. It has only been a few days since you were kidnapped to Hades, and it didn’t take long for you to feel that you weren’t as welcomed by the King as you had been by Satan.
After almost killing you upon your arrival, Leviathan changed his mind at the last moment and instead threw you inside an elegantly furnished room. You were given three proper meals a day and provided with beautiful clothing, but you knew what you were. A prisoner of Hades. A captive of Leviathan.
He had ignored you for the first few days, assumedly servants leaving your meals outside of your door. But today during lunchtime he arrived with your meal in his hands.
“Take it.” He had coldly commanded you, shoving the plate toward you.
You graciously accepted it from him and expected the interaction with him to end there. But instead of slamming your door and continuing about his day as you had expected, he stood in the doorway and watched you eat with a permanent frown plastered on his face. It was like you had offended him with your mere existence. Which was actually probable.
After a few moments of awkward eye contact, he laid out his demand.
“What..? But—” You had tried to protest, but he cut you off.
“It’s not a request. If you want to eat tonight, you will join me sharply at 6 o’clock in the dining room. If you’re late by even a minute, then you cannot come and will not eat tonight.” His eyes trailed over your form, and he let out a sound of distaste as he noticed that you were still wearing the same clothes that you arrived in. “I prepared a wardrobe for you, so use it.”
“I’m sorry.” You meekly replied. “The dresses are gorgeous, and I’m so appreciative of them. I just… didn’t want to ruin them by wearing them while I’m just lounging around in here.” You tried to explain, but Leviathan wasn’t convinced.
“I don’t care about such trivial things. If you ruin the entire closet I prepared, I will replace it with double the amount of clothes.” He took a step forward and gripped your chin, firmly tilting your head up so that your eyes met. “6 o’clock sharp. I will take great offense if you’re not there.” With that, he sharply exited your room.
As you finish fixing your hair, you glance at the time and see it’s already 5:55. You waste no more time, quickly rushing out of your room and heading towards the dining room you had passed on your first day here. Taking a deep breath, you firmly knock on the closed door and let yourself in.
There’s an extremely long dining table, one that fills almost the entire room, but there are only two chairs set at it. One on the far side of the room and at the very end of the long table, and one set diagonally to it just a few feet away. You wonder briefly why he would have such a long table when he seemingly eats alone.
“So you came.” Leviathan says quietly, stating the obvious.
You’re on the other side of the room, but his gentle voice and sharp gaze reach you with no issue.
“You’re even early. Don’t think I’ll praise you for that, though. You should always be early.”
You aren’t sure if he expects a response from you or not, so you just bow your head briefly to him as a sign of respect and start to make the long trek to the empty chair close to him.
“Leviathan… thank you for inviting me to eat dinner with you.” You give a more deep bow to him once you reach his side.
He scoffs, motioning you to take a seat as servants appear with the courses for the evening. Within seconds you have a vast meal set before you, and your mouth begins to water at the smell of the delicious food that has been prepared. You’re not sure where to start, but you don’t want to offend the icy King, so you wait for him to begin eating before you touch your utensils.
Once he digs into what you assume is chicken, you pick up your fork and tentatively take a bite of it. The flavor is magnificent, and the spices are prominent but not overwhelming. The taste dances on your tongue, and you can’t help but hum softly in appreciation. Forgetting your manners, or even the fact that you’re with the King of Hades, you quickly stuff your face with the dish.
As you’re eating, you feel eyes burning on you. Glancing up, you see an indescribable expression on Leviathan’s face as he drops his fork. It clangs loudly on his plate, breaking you out of the spell you had been in as you ate the delicious food. You realize that you’re licking your fork, and you quickly place the utensil down as well.
“I’m sorry, Leviathan…! That was so rude of me, wasn’t it…? I just forgot my manners, I—” You sputter out, but he raises his hand to cut you off as he closes his eyes. He breathes in sharply and then excels slowly.
“Solomon’s daughter. Do you even understand what you’re doing right now?” Leviathan asks in a dangerous tone.
“I was licking my fork… that’s rude to do in front of someone like you, isn’t it? At least it is on Earth. I apologize deeply…!” You clasp your hands together and bow your head. When you raise it, Leviathan is looking at you with intense and unreadable eyes.
“You… are the stupidest creature I’ve ever met.” He grumbles out to you.
“What…?” You feel a pang of hurt rush through your body at his sharp declaration.
There must be something that you aren’t understanding. Leviathan is a hard devil to understand in general, but right now you feel that you are further away from understanding him than you ever have been before.
Dinner continues, and Leviathan’s strange mood seems to increase the longer you dine together.
Next you use your chopsticks to try the rice, which makes him growl. Then you taste the tofu soup with your spoon, which makes him harshly put down his silverware with a loud clang. But the final straw is when you raise your water glass to your lips, wrapping them around the edge of the glass and sipping the cool water.
There is suddenly a loud shatter, and water explodes across the table as Leviathan’s strong grip shatters the cup in his hand.
“Leviathan…! Are you okay?!” You ask him in a worried tone as you leap up and rush to him with your napkin prepared. Your hand reaches out to wipe the water from his face, but his strong hand clutches your wrist and pulls you into his lap. Locked in his iron grip, you cannot move and are forced to look into his eyes as he glares at you.
“You must know who I am. You are stupid, but not completely idiotic. So why are you partaking in such provocative activities? Do you want me to lose control?” He leans forward, his arm swiping the dishes onto the ground to create room to press your back against the table. He hovers over you, arms caging you in.
You rack your brain for everything you know about him. With a pounding heart, it hits you.
He’s Envy.
He’s feeling jealous…? But what could he even feel jealous of…?
“Your lips should only touch me.” Leviathan grabs your cheeks, squeezing hard enough to cause your lips to purse. “Your tongue should only lick me. How dare you… come to my table and taunt me in such a way.” Pressing you harder against the table, his hand that was grasping your face slid down to firmly grasp your defenseless neck. Without another word, he begins squeezing.
Immediately you begin to panic. He had wanted to kill you before, so what if he did so now…? You gasp out, trying to squirm from under him to get free. But it’s no use, he’s extremely strong and easily holds you down as he mercilessly chokes you. You continue flailing, pounding against his chest as you try to escape. His intense eyes never leave yours, an emotionless look on his face as he watches you struggle to breathe.
Your mind slowly becomes fuzzy, it’s hard to focus and think of a plan B. As your vision starts to darken, you desperately reach out and wrap your hands around his own throat. You grasp it and tighten your grip as hard as you can. His hand on you immediately loosens, and you’re able to roll off the table.
Leviathan’s hand reaches to touch his throat as his chest rapidly rises and falls. His bewildered eyes reach you, and before you can blink he snatches you once again. Your lips open to offer him a million apologies, and you expect to feel his large hands around your neck again at any moment.
But his hands don’t touch your throat again. Instead, his lips meet yours in a hard and lustful kiss. You groan against his lips, your arms awkwardly moving about until you settle on wrapping them around his neck to pull him closer.
When he finally pulls away, he presses his forehead to yours. He pants softly, eyes blown wide with desire as he looks at you like you’re the final course of the evening.
“You drive me mad. I don’t know if I want to strangle you until the light fades from your pretty eyes, or if I want to pin you to this table and fuck you until tears spill from them.” Leviathan tells you coldly, his hands moving to hike up the skirt of your dress.
Luckily for you, it was clear he was going to do the latter.
His long fingers trail over the fabric of your panties, causing your breath to hitch a little. Leviathan takes notice and the corners of his mouth twitch up into a subtle smile. They begin to rub at you gently, his eyes trained on your face to watch your reaction. Every little gasp and whine is noted as he teases you.
“Have you been had before?” He suddenly asks, his intimidating pearlescent eyes narrowing as he waits for your answer.
Your cheeks burn slightly as you think of all the times you had with the other devils in Gehenna. Remembering Leviathan’s explosive reaction to your lips and tongue touching silverware, you decide to approach this topic as delicately as you can.
“Well… as a human, while in Hell I need energy from devils in order to safely live… so I have been, um, helped by devils during my time in Gehenna.” You meekly explain to him, anxiously expecting an explosive reaction.
Leviathan looks at you hard, a small huff falling from his lips. He’s quiet for a few beats, and you think momentarily that you evaded an overreaction due to his jealous nature.
How wrong you are.
Leviathan suddenly shoves the fabric of your panties to the side, immediately sliding two long fingers into your aching cunt. He curls his fingers experimentally, watching your reaction closely until a loud moan falls from your lips as he presses directly into your G-spot. With a smirk, he begins rapidly curling his fingers into your pleasure point. This makes you dig your fingernails into his back as you can do nothing but cling to him.
“So you’ve been receiving essence from other devils.” He muses out loud, his voice too calm. His thumb swipes through your pussy lips, searching out your throbbing clit. When he finds it he hums softly as his thumb begins to apply a gentle but constant pressure to it, rubbing it in small circles as his fingers steadily pound into your spongey spot with a ‘come-hither’ motion.
“It’s unfortunate you were found first by Satan. But no worries, you are under my care now.” He makes eye contact with you, smiling genuinely as he sees you falling apart under him from his rough fingering.
Your nails somewhat hurt him as they dig into his back, but they’re nothing in comparison to the pain he’s already been through in his past. It’s a welcome sensation, and he wants more.
“You will be taken care of now that you’re in Hades. I will always protect you.”
The words are sweet. But it’s hard to focus on anything he’s saying as he pulls you apart piece by piece. His lips find your neck, gently nipping at the sensitive skin before beginning to suck hickeys into it. His thumb moves harder against your clit, making your entire body jerk. He only chuckles and moves harder.
“You need essence, and I am more than willing to give you everything I have.” His words are lewd, but once again very sweet. You can tell that he cares about you in a twisted way as he pins you to his dining table and ravishes you. “Yes, I will fill you up to the brim every single day.”
You can hardly care how twisted this affection is when you’re in this state of mind, so you just nod your head quickly. “Please, please Leviathan…!” You beg him desperately, lost in the pleasure that he’s providing you.
Another soft chuckle and his fingers move faster in response to your pleas. They’re now pounding into you, and the pleasure is so intense that your head is beginning to feel foggy.
“Of course, Daughter of Solomon. You are a very special guest here in Hades. I said when you came that I would offer you shelter, did I not?” Another hard nip to your sensitive neck, and you hiss a little as you’re certain this one drew blood.
“Yes, no one will ever find you.”
…?
“What…?” You gasp out softly, the dangerously possessive words hitting you hard.
It was like a bucket of ice water had been poured on your head, and you’re suddenly very aware of the dark promises that he has been spewing. At the same time that his words somewhat bring you back to reality, your body starts to tremble as you approach your climax. Leviathan notices this, and he immediately withdraws his fingers from you.
Despite the crazy things that he is saying, he has the calmest look in the world on his face. He wipes his wet fingers on his trousers, and the sight of your desire on him makes you whine softly. His delicate fingers unbuckle his belt skillfully, and he drops his pants.
“Leviathan…” You gasp out in protest through the haze of pleasure, watching as he pulls himself out of his boxers.
His cock is magnificent, and while it’s not as long as the devils you had previously laid with, you have a feeling that he will make up for it with his performance. The tip is an angry red and leaking pre-cum slowly, and you can tell that his patience is wearing thin from the way he clicks his tongue at your interjection.
“What.” He answers in an annoyed voice.
He leans over you again, his free hand finally ripping off your panties and exposing your needy cunt to him. You’re soaking wet from the intense finger fucking he had just given you, so much so that your desire was leaking onto and staining the dining room’s tablecloth. The lewd sight before him makes Leviathan eye you hungrily, and you realize that you really are the final course of the meal.
Leviathan finally meets your gaze again, and an impatient air settles around the two of you as it becomes clear that he is long getting tired of your interruptions.
“What do you mean… no one will ever find me…?” You ask the devil anxiously.
While you were enjoying your time in Hell, you knew it was meant to be temporary. You had a job to do, and though constant sex with your devil acquaintances was necessary, it was mostly transactional.
Leviathan grasps his cock in his hands, and you can’t help but take a moment to truly appreciate it. There is a slight curve to it, and it bobs impatiently as Leviathan lines himself up with your hole. Leviathan doesn’t answer you though, instead fully thrusting himself into you with one fell swoop. You moan loudly at the sudden feeling of intense fullness, gripping the tablecloth as he immediately sets a punishing pace. He leans over your body, hair cascading over his eyes and soft grunts falling from his lips as he holds your hips down to the table and skillfully pounds into you.
As anticipated, he knows how to use his length to his advantage. Not only does he fit perfectly inside of you, but the slight curve of his cock guarantees that he can easily find the place that makes you see stars. Leviathan’s hand grabs your leg, lifting it and wrapping it around his waist as he shifts his hips. With this newfound angle, he can target your G-spot easily. Which he immediately does.
“You are to forever remain in Hades as mine. None of the other Kings can have you, nor will I let them ever find you.” The possessive words that you know he means are finally said. “Are you really surprised? Because you have been mine from the moment you entered Hades... or were you too stupid to realize that too?” He sneers at you as he brushes your sweaty bangs out of your eyes, watching as pleasure clouds your vision. All you can see is him, all you can feel is him.
“Have I not given you everything you need?” He asks quietly, a particularly hard thrust knocking the air from your lungs.
Sweat beads at his forehead as his hips go faster, and his moans only spur you on. Your arousal begins to build higher at his possessive words.
“You have protection from the angels.” Another hard thrust, one that has your hands flying from their previous spot on the tablecloth and settling on his back, where you once again dig your nails into his skin. You’re sure that you’re leaving welts now, or even perhaps cuts. But lost in this pleasure-filled haze, you hardly care.
“Your own room, as many clothes as you desire, three meals a day…” Leviathan continues and trails off, his thrusts slowing down for a moment as his hand reaches for your chin and lifts it slightly.
“I’ve marked you on the outside, and soon I will mark you on the inside.” His eyes dart to the bruises he left on your neck when choking you earlier, and then to the bite marks and hickeys that he imprinted into your skin. He smirks slightly as he proudly observes them.
His thrusts increase in speed again and become harder, and his head dips down to press his forehead against yours again. Your breath intermixes, creating an intimate and intense layer on top of the already fever-pitch atmosphere. Although he is usually a very quiet and stoic man, that has completely changed now. As your walls flutter and squeeze tightly around his cock, he can’t hold back his needy moans. They’re soft, but it’s clear how good he is feeling. You feel a bit of pride settle in your chest, knowing that you’re the reason he is feeling good right now.
“Do you not want to be mine?” He asks in a cold tone, eyes narrowing.
Because of his closeness, you have no room to shift away. You can’t avert from his gaze, but only face him and the situation you have found yourself in head-on.
“I… I never said that!” You defend yourself loudly.
The aggressive tone you accidentally use aggravates him slightly, and he brings his hand from your chin to your neck. He gently presses on the bruises he left earlier. It’s a warning; watch your tone or else.
“Then why are you complaining…? I don’t share what’s mine, and you are mine.” Leviathan’s hand finally releases your neck, snaking down to the place where you two are connected. He easily finds your aching clit, using two fingers to start roughly rubbing it.
The effect is instant.
Lightning-hot pleasure courses through your body, and you can’t contain your moans either now. You lean forward and bite onto his shoulder, your saliva soaking into the fabric of his shirt as you try to muffle yourself. Leviathan makes a sound of amusement, but he doesn’t stop.
“You will only take my essence now. Every single day, even if you don’t need it.” The hand that was gripping your hip grabs your chin, tilting your head up to bring his burning-hot lips to yours.
You whine in protest against his lips. Within your cloudy mind, you know that you need to tell him about your need for human essence too. That you won’t survive without it. You fear his reaction, as he seems the type to allow you to die so that you aren’t shared with anyone else.
His possessiveness of you is similar to Satan’s, but also so, so different. While Satan wanted to be the one to fill you when you were in need, he allowed his subordinates to take their turns with you. Even when it greatly angered him, it seemed he had your best interests in mind.
But Leviathan is different, his jealousy burns bright. Leviathan had officially laid his claim on you, and now it was him or nothing. Although he wants you, it seems clear that he thinks, ‘If I can’t have her all to myself, then no one can have her.’
You can hardly think about it for long though. The heat that has been pooling and building in your stomach reaches a boiling point, and Leviathan can tell from the way that you are clenching onto his cock.
“Do you want to cum?” He asks you in a gentle voice, one too sweet for the situation he has placed you in.
Mindlessly you nod your head, eyes watery from pleasure. “Please, Levi…athan…!”
Leviathan chuckles mockingly, his fingers teasing your clit by pinching it firmly.
“Then cum for me. My princess.” He responds in a whisper.
What comes next is a blur, but you come back to reality as you feel the sensation of Leviathan shooting hot loads of his cum inside of you. The sensation is pleasurable, but you almost reach orgasm again just by recalling his words from earlier.
“…soon I will mark you on the inside.”
Indeed he did.
When he pulls out of you, you can feel your mixed juices leaking out of your overstimulated pussy. It’s embarrassing, yet sexy. You look down at the mess you created on his tablecloth and can’t help but feel apologetic as you see the ruined fabric.
“You look like you’re thinking useless things already. Do I have to fuck those thoughts out of your pretty head again?” Leviathan asks as he tilts your head to look up at him.
You blush at his question and shake your head. “No, I’m sorry.”
As you properly look at him with a clear head, you see the bruises that have started peeking out on his neck from when you choked him. The soft blues and greens of the developing bruises look pretty on his pale skin, but you feel remorseful.
“I’m sorry I choked you.” You apologize as you raise a finger to brush across the damaged skin.
Leviathan shivers at the sensation of your touch, but that doesn’t stop him from glaring at you again. “You really are stupid. Don’t apologize for bringing me pleasure.”
…What?
“In fact,” Leviathan continues. “If anything you should apologize for barely choking me. Next time you better do it until my face turns scarlet and my eyes roll back in my head. If you don’t then I’ll kill you for real.”
Somehow you feel that this isn’t a threat, but a promise.
“Yes, Leviathan.” You respond meekly, sitting up on the dining table. There is already a noticeable ache in your back, and you wonder if you will even be able to walk.
You think back to the many words that were exchanged during your sexual encounter, and a troubled look settles on your face.
“Why do you always think so loudly?” Leviathan grips your chin harder. “It’s lucky you’re mine. I normally dispose of pests.”
His words sting, but also bring you comfort. You know that such a dynamic isn’t entirely healthy, but you hardly care. It is Hell after all. Despite his words, the anxiety doesn’t leave your chest. There are many things you must discuss with Leviathan, and you don’t know how long you have until you need human essence again to continue surviving.
“It seems you are truly disturbed by whatever useless thoughts are plaguing you.” Leviathan lifts you in his arms. “You’re under my protection, so I will listen to them. Let’s return to your room and continue this… ‘chat.’”
You lay your head on his shoulder as he walks you back to the chambers he has prepared for you. You feel a slight amount of embarrassment at the thought of being seen like this. Still half-naked from your activities with Leviathan during dinner, clearly still basking in the afterglow of your orgasm (though it had been ruined a bit by your troubling thoughts.) But as Leviathan held you tightly in his grasp, you felt his possessiveness and ownership over you trump any unnerving feelings.
You’re his, and it’s clear to all that you are his.
As you approach your room, Leviathan’s voice breaks you out of your thoughts.
“…and my dear? Let’s have dinner again tomorrow night.”
You already couldn’t wait.