#MidWeekTease, with Livvy's Devil Dom

Sael is one sexy devil...

"What do you mean? And turn the bloody film off. I've got an orgy all over my boobs." She'd looked down and seen the images as they moved across her sweatshirt. "Thank goodness it's all blurry. I can't cope with this."
"Liv, what did you say before you listed what you think you don't do? No"— he put a hand up—"let me finish. You said, and I quote, 'I'm yours. Yours and only yours'. If you really mean that, are you ready to throw away everything we've got, everything we might have? Because that's what'll happen. And if you do, who knows if an Inner Devil will come and get you? Remember I'm your first choice— well your only positive choice really. Do this, let me free. Don't, let me die, and give an Inner Devil the chance to take you over. They as a race are not kind, not the sort of beings you want near you, let alone in you. You've heard of mass murderers? People who do unspeakable things? Most are driven by an Inner Devil. Shit, I don't want to share you, but it's the Saffaulian way, and in that I have no choice. Once only."
"But that's just it, it isn't bloody once. Oh yeah one night maybe, but just what goes on in that night isn't a one thing only, is it now? And how do I know that nasty Devil will be defeated? Can't it come back and try again?"
He flicked his hand in the air, and the images died.
Why can't she understand just how important this is? Am I so caught up in it, so close to it, that I haven't explained it all clearly? He thought back quickly over what he had said, and silently groaned. Oh shit, bad explanations there.
"Right," he said in as even a voice as he could manage. “Let's take this point by point. Okay?"
He rose and walked across to her, before he stood so close her

breasts brushed his chest. He heard her indrawn breath as her nipples made their presence known and peaked proudly under the top she wore. Now was the time to get sneaky. He flicked his wrist again.
Livvy gasped as she looked down at her now naked self.
"That's better," Sael said with satisfaction. "See how you react to me." One more flick, and he was as naked as she was. "See how I react to you?" His rigid cock begged for attention. Livvy followed his gaze. She swiped her tongue over her lips and groaned.
That subtle, nervous gesture was such a turn-on. Already, his pre-cum gathered, and his fangs ached to be used. Time to take charge, show his dominant side, use it wisely, and move things forward.
"If you don't want me to pounce, show you everything you'd miss by denying us, then don't run your tongue over your lips like that. It makes me want to fuck you hot, hard, and furious in every which way. More than once. And that would be the end of us. I'd go up in flames, and not the sort of flames either of us are used to."
His smile was rueful. "I am honor-bound not to coerce, push, or persuade you, or flames will appear. This has to be your decision. I can say categorically, if you choose this, and are prepared to go through with it, your Inner Devil won't ever get to you. That is our Saffaulian Promise. Still, hell, Liv, I know it's a lot to take in and just how much I'm asking you to step out of your comfort zone. But what do you think we've been doing this last year?"
Her laugh sounded nervous. "But that's just it, I don't know. You say we've been doing all manner of things. Things I didn't remember, things I thought I didn't like, and you're telling me I do." She bit her lip. "Okay, I accept that I like being spanked, which, by the way, is an awfully stupid and silly sort of word—just saying—and I've—"
She blushed.
"Well, I've sucked your cock, made you come, and let you ... fuck my ass, and..." She drew a deep breath. "And now you're saying if I don't do all of them, in front of an audience, you'll die, and I might become a, a, well, I don't know what I might become. I don't want you to die. But I don't want to be next week's YouTube sensation either.