Petit Mort

PETIT MORT

By Hydraa

This one is NOT for the kids. Expect porn, but with a plot.

This story is part of a series I have on fanfiction.net at http://www.fanfiction.net/u/1308505/HydraaHydraa This story falls in there continuity-wise, but violates just about every rule that site has about not posting sex, so I've put it here.

If you want a PWP, this will probably stand on its own, but if you want the entire story, go check out the rest of the stories.

This takes places between “Horns” and “Oaths”.

I hope you enjoy.

---000---

Chrno was starting to become insatiable.

Rosette lay underneath him, her hair soaked in sweat and her hips starting to become more than a little sore, along with her back as he kept slamming her into the mattress. Chrno was in demon form atop her, his wings twitching convulsively as he thrust into her madly, his length still as rock hard and long as it had been since that morning.

“More,” he gasped, his head pressed into the pillow above her head. “More…”

Was he ever going to come?? Rosette wondered. What time was it? She looked at the clock and blanched at the number. Chrno had been fucking her non-stop for over six hours.

Good thing he’d turned her into a demon herself, she thought crankily, or he probably would have killed her by now. The orgasms were nice, but she was getting tired.

“Chrno!” she shouted. “Knock it off! I want a break!”

In answer, his whip tail wrapped around her, holding her close, and his pace increased. “More,” he gasped. “Need more…”

Rosette punched him in the head. “I said stop!” she snapped. “I mean it!”

Her lover shuddered, his hips finally slowing and he pulled back, looking at her out of slitted eyes. His face was soaked in sweat, the bone protrusions on his cheeks dripping. His long ears drooped. “But Rosette…” She could feel his hips start to make little thrusts again, his mind opening up to hers. It always did, something that seemed to be involuntary for him and something she avoided accepting. The one time she did had caused the demon terrible pain.

Now both the hips and the mind looked to be moving involuntarily. Rosette braced herself and shoved her lover off of her. “I’m going to take a shower,” she growled. “Alone!” She hobbled to the bathroom, grumbling under her breath.

Chrno watched her go, his hips moving unbidden against the bed, his erection still hard. He didn’t know what was wrong with him, but he found himself wanting Rosette more and more, wanting her in his demon form, with his wings framing her and his tail wrapped around her. He wanted to fill her, wanted to take her, wanted her to fill and take all of him. She’d been terribly obliging so far and he knew he was starting to piss her off, but there was something in him screaming for more, that it wasn’t enough. He just didn’t know what was missing.

The demon thrust against the bed, claws digging into the fabric until it tore, trying to ease the ache, but it wouldn’t go. He rolled onto his back, grasping himself, and whimpered as he pumped his length, trying to reach that crest. He couldn’t quite make it though and threw his head back, thrusting between his hands faster, eyes squeezed shut as he imagined it was Rosette’s warmth encasing him. His whip joined his hand, wrapping around his shaft, and he pumped it, whimpering in an agony that was only partly physical but entirely consuming.

---000---

Rosette stood under the hot shower until it started to go cold, letting the water run down her body and between her legs. She’d never seen Chrno like that. Not that they’d been lovers all that long. Just for a couple of months since he first used the legions he could transfer to her through his semen to replace the life force she no longer had. She’d become a demon herself, complete with tiny horns, but she could survive now. She did still need him; without periodic infusions of fresh legions, she would revert to human and die, and he needed her, to supply the astral he couldn’t draw since his horns were broken off. For them, sex was actually a life saving necessity as well as a lot of fun, but Chrno had never been so frigging needy, and she was the one who had to have it in order to live.

“I guess I’m just so good he can’t get enough of me,” she laughed to herself and turned the shower off. Grabbing a towel, she dried off and put on a robe. Shaking her head at the crazy demon, she walked back into the bedroom and stopped.

Chrno was arched on the bed, whimpering as he pulled repeatedly on his erection with both hands and his tail. His legs were spread and she could almost be sure he was fucking himself with the end of the long tail.

“Chrno??” she gasped. Horny was one thing but this was almost frightening. Kinky too.

His eyes snapped open, blank and huge. He looked in her direction and was suddenly off the bed. Before Rosette even realized what was happening, she was on her back on the floor, her robe hiked up to her waist, and Chrno was inside her again, groaning like a dying man on finding water. His clawed hands held hers above her head and his tail wrapped around them both tightly. He started to thrust again, rocking her back and forth as he pumped, his mind flashing open before her.

Rosette gaped at him, not knowing whether to be frightened or to grab him through that mental opening he’d left wide and rip him a few new holes until he stopped. That would kill him though.

Her eyes narrowed. Something was wrong. Her Chrno didn’t act like this. He let her take the lead in everything. He was a soldier demon. He was designed to obey orders and ever since they met, he’d decided on some level that Rosette was his master. That was only reinforced by how much he’d grown to love her.

If she didn’t want to do something, even though he might try to convince her, he wouldn’t push too hard. He couldn’t; it wasn’t in his nature, unless her life was in danger. He would never pin her to the floor and fuck her without even a by-your-leave.

“What’s wrong, Chrno?” she whispered to him, even as her tired muscles rallied in her and started to burn towards another orgasm. He didn’t answer her; she suspected he couldn’t.

Rosette bit her lip, worried. Rocking her hips against his, she heard him mew unintelligibly and decided to go with it, to make him come as soon as she could and hope that broke him out of whatever this was. Even as she started to pant from her growing pleasure, she wrapped her legs around his waist and angled one foot so her heel pressed against his balls.

“Do it, Chrno,” she begged him. “Take me. Come on, do it, that’s a good boy. Fill me up.”

The demon howled, his efforts redoubling. Grabbing her waist, he pulled her up into a sitting position and yanked her down hard on his erection, his wings beating for leverage. Rosette saw his crazed face and screamed in orgasm, grabbing his head. Chrno matched her shriek and pumped his hips against her, his mind so open she could see his pain and pleasure, both so intertwined he couldn’t get through them. He could only act, stolen by instinct.

Rosette shuddered, understanding a little, even as she pulled back from that fragile mind. He wasn’t in control. Something was terribly wrong here. Quickly, she reached around to the base of his skull, where his whip tail emerged, and pressed on the nerves she knew were there. He whined in pleasure.

“Good boy,” she repeated to him. “Good… come for me, Chrno. I want you to.” She pressed again and he stopped for a moment, trembling. “Good boy,” she said and licked his ear.

It was enough. Chrno shrieked, stiffening, and she felt a flood fill her, more than she ever had before. He shuddered through it all, whimpering, and fell over, taking her with him.

Slowly, he let go and Rosette sat up, glaring down at him, still annoyed but worried as well. “Feel better?” she asked dryly. He was finally softening and his form shimmered, going back to the less energy-draining twenty-year-old form he normally preferred nowadays.

“I think so,” he whispered. “Did I hurt you?”

“No,” she growled. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

He looked frightened. “I don’t know. I’ve never been like that before.”

She looked at him skeptically. “Never? Not once in how many years?”

He forced himself up into a sitting position. “I never had sex before you, Rosette,” he reminded her.

That was true. Demons as a rule didn’t, except for a few twisted ones who would attack and rape human women, tearing their minds apart before they could do the same to the demons themselves. That’s what normally happened when demons had sex. At least, it’s what happened when Pandemonium, the mother of them all, decided she wanted to breed. She would take the strongest of her children and rape them, sucking them dry body and soul, ravaging their minds and killing them like some monstrous spider with her mates. Chrno’s father had died that way before he was born. She looked at him uncertainly. He’d said that Aion was slated to be next, before he tore out his own horns to keep Pandemonium out of his head and led Chrno and the others in rebellion. Aion was the only demon more powerful than Chrno. If he hadn’t rebelled, how much longer would it have been before Pandemonium went after Chrno?

“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked her worriedly.

“Yes.” She put a hand on his cheek. “I was thinking how lucky I am you didn’t have sex before me.” She forced a smile. “This must be something that happens to demons. Didn’t you get any sex education in school?”

“Yeah. They told me to ‘run fast, run hard, run long.” He looked away. “They also told me no one ever gets away.”

Rosette hugged him. “You did. You got away.”

“No, Aion got away. He’s the only one of us who knows about demon sexuality.” He smiled faintly. “Too bad I can’t ask him about it.”

---000---

“Are you sure?”

Shader checked her instruments and nodded, her cat ears flickering. “Yes. It’s faint still, since Chrno doesn’t have horns, but he’s definitely in rut.”

Aion frowned, walking away from the smaller demon while he thought. Chrno had caused him nothing but problems since he let Mary Magdelene break his obedience to him, but he’d been especially annoying since he found that new human girl. Until she showed up, Aion had been planning to let him sleep it off for a few centuries and then retake his place as the younger demon’s liege lord, the way he used to be; the way Pandemonium was before him.

Chrno really was a bit of a slut for letting himself be shuffled between masters, he thought.

Now though, if Chrno was going into rut… he walked into a back room filled with humming machinery. That was how Pandemonium bred. A demon would go into rut, unable to think of anything but mating until Pandemonium came to him and destroyed him. Then she’d lay her eggs in the remains of his soul and look for the next victim. Aion had torn out his own horns when that impulse first started inside him.

He stopped before a huge tank and looked at the floating head inside it. Chrno couldn’t come out of rut, not until Pandemonium was through with him and he was dead. He needed to have his mind torn part, needed to give his mental energy as much as his semen to birth the next generation. Even Pandemonium being locked away wasn’t enough. She sometimes rejected males who went into rut. They went mad.

Aion’s face twisted. Chrno had the worst luck. He looked at the floating face, her eyes closed in something that wasn’t death. Chrno had no horns, but Aion could still feel him when he was sick or hurt, or fucking that human of his. Could Pandemonium? Would she respond to the mental screams of a powerful demon in rut?

He couldn’t afford to find out.

---000---

Chrno gasped, pushing his face into the cushions, kneeling on the couch with his wings beating slowly above him. It was happening again and he was burning, burning so much. Rosette had taken one look at him and gone to get ice. It wasn’t even more than a few hours after the last time. He was in pain, but he couldn’t stop. His hands clasped around his penis, his whip tail coming around to penetrate himself. He shrieked at the sensation, needing more, needing Rosette, needing something.

“You’re lucky Pandemonium’s a head floating in a beaker right now.”

Dazed, Chrno looked up to see Aion standing at the window, his wings furling behind him. The dark haired demon wanted to tell him to go, wanted to attack, but all he could do was whimper and hike his ass in the air, tail whipping up to leave himself exposed.

Aion smirked. “Still submissive, I see.” Chrno could only whine. “How can I refuse when you ask me so nicely?” He stepped down into the room and knelt beside the rutting demon. Carefully, he pushed a finger into Chrno’s anus, searched for a moment, and pressed down firmly on a spongy spot. The younger demon screamed and came immediately, collapsing on the couch.

“Now I can have a normal conversation with you.” They wouldn’t get far if Chrno couldn’t stop humping his leg. Aion sat down on the opposing chair and crossed his legs, waiting for his former ‘sword’ to pull himself together.

Chrno knelt on the couch, panting and staring at him, his wings limp around himself. Aion could feel how open his mind was now, his soul screaming to be ripped apart; all perfectly ready for Pandemonium. For a second he considered taking that offer, but he wouldn’t get Chrno’s loyalty back that way. He’d just end up tearing him apart himself and he didn’t want that. Worse, Chrno would be able to tear into him the same way. He was submissive, always had been, and Aion had no doubt he’d roll over and let Pandemonium kill him in an instant – he was programmed for it after all – but he didn’t really like Aion. He didn’t want him to decide to get defiant again at the wrong time.

“Why are you here?” he gasped. His erection was already starting to rise again, his condition getting worse.

“To kill you,” Aion told him evenly. He’d never lied to any of his followers, there was no reason to start now. Chrno had been too young to even think of breeding when they rebelled, so he couldn’t know much about demonic sex, but he obviously knew something was wrong. “You’re in rut.”

“Huh?” Chrno managed. He tried to stand, his tail whipping around at the threat of death in a threatening gesture, but it kept swaying, uncoordinated. His erection grew stiffer and he swallowed, his wings flaring in a manner that was more inviting than intimidating.

“You’re in rut. You want to breed.” Aion clasped his hands together in his lap. “Back home, Pandemonium would be drawn to your scent and rip you apart mind and body to inseminate the next generation.” Chrno shook his head no. “Oh, you’d let her. You’d enjoy it. Well, most of it.” He smiled. “If I dropped my pants right now, I bet you’d suck my cock.” Chrno looked away, blushing.

“How- how do I stop this?”

“You can’t,” Aion told him. “I regret that, I really do. I tore my horns out to stop my rut, but you’re hornless and you’re rutting anyway. There’s no way I’ll let Pandemonium get a sniff of you. She’s just a head now, but I bet she’d love to break free and start a new demon home world right here.” He leaned forward. “I’ll make it painless, Chrno. Better yet, if you want, I’ll make you feel so good first you won’t even know when you die. You’ll just die anyway, in agony and wanting sex.”

Chrno sneered at him, but his wings were still beckoning. “I can have sex.”

“With your little human bitch?” he laughed. “That’s a joke. “She’s human. Sticking your dick in isn’t enough. You need her to fuck your mind as well. She can’t even sense it and not even Pandemonium could go in there without destroying you.” He shook his head. “I’m still amazed you haven’t killed your woman though. You must be even more submissive than I thought if you can fuck her without touching her mind.”

“G-go to Hell,” Chrno gasped.

“Been there. As I recall, I took you out with me when I left.” Aion stood and stepped over to him. Chrno tried to get up, tried to lash out at him, but Aion brushed his arm aside and clamped a hand around his neck, squeezing. Chrno shuddered, wings suddenly flapping as he tried to pull away. Aion caught his tail as it swung in and tightened his grip, closing off his airways, pushing him down. “I hear that some humans use asphyxiation for sexual pleasure,” he told him. “Sorry I can’t get into your head the way you want, but we can’t have everything.”

“No, we can’t.” Startled, Aion looked over his shoulder to see Rosette standing in the doorway, aiming a gun at him. She fired and the demon was thrown back, clutching his shoulder. Half off the couch, Chrno started whining and crawled onto the floor, dragging himself to the girl’s side. His expression was mindless as he stared up at her.

Aion had seen that reaction before, right before Pandemonium pounced. “He’s not rutting for Pandemonium, he’s rutting for you! But you’re human, you’re not…” He saw her horns. “You’re a demon. He made you into a demon.” Abruptly, he started to laugh.

“You think it’s funny?” she snarled.

He wiped his eyes. “I think it’s hilarious. He turned you into a demon and now he’s gone into rut for you.” Her eyes flashed and he grinned. “I wonder if you can fuck him as hard as Pandemonium can, girl? He needs it in the body and the soul. If you don’t fuck his mind while he fucks your body, he’ll stay in rut until he goes insane. Fuck him the way he needs you to and he’ll die.” Turning, he went out the window, still laughing. She could deal with it for now. If Chrno was focused on her, he wasn’t screaming for Pandemonium. Either the girl would mate with him, kill him, and solve the problem, or she’d have to kill him outright. If she did neither, Aion would just come back later and put his brother out of his misery.

Rosette stared down at her mewling lover, stunned. He needed her to do what?? What kind of cracked society did the demons have? How else could Pandemonium get anyone to mate with her when they knew they’d be killed? Tears in her eyes, Rosette fell to her knees and Chrno immediately started to lick her neck, pushing himself against her. “Good boy,” she whispered, lying back and lifting her hips. He tore her bloomers off. “That’s my baby. Come to me. I love you.” He lifted himself between her legs and plunged deep, filling her so far it almost hurt.

“He said I have to fuck your mind,” Rosette whispered to him as he thrust furiously. She stroked his back and the curve of his wings. “Well, he can go fuck himself. I’m not going to fuck your mind. I’m going to make love to it.”

She could feel his mind, open as always, apparently to make it easier for her to kill him. Rosette eased up to it, letting him pump into her as she delicately stroked against the essence she felt, as gently as she could. He shuddered and pumped harder, thrusting into her with all his demonic strength.

“Easy, Chrno,” she cooed, and breathed along the lines to his mind, touching them, careful in her movements to bring pleasure instead of pain. She knew she was succeeding when he howled, coming in her with a shuddering breath before starting to thrust again, a little slower this time. She stroked him again, feeling his pleasure, his love, his need for her. She took that in herself and magnified it, letting it go back to him enhanced but not harmed. He cried out and came again, still thrusting, gentler still, more like the lovemaking she was used to.

He was having orgasms in his soul, his spirit lighting off like firecrackers, his wings beating with each thrust and his tail singing through the air. He was entirely within her, inside and out, and she smiled at the absolute power she had over him, to give him so much exstacy in both body and mind. He peaked a third time and collapsed on top of her, gasping.

“Chrno?” she whispered, worried. “Are you okay?”

“C-can we do that again?” he managed.

She smiled. “Maybe later.” When she wasn’t so sore or wasn’t lying on a hard floor, and when she knew she hadn’t harmed him with this. He nestled down, falling asleep, and she sighed. Typical. Just to be nice, she’d give him five minutes, then he was either getting them into a bed or she’d really make him wish she’d killed him.

Rosette sighed, hugging her lover and smirking, wondering what Aion would think when he found out. Not that she planned to tell him. She had other things she wanted to bring up when she saw that demon again. Things that had nothing to do with love at all.

THE END