The Demon Lord Is An Angel
Chapter 145: *Tail Shaking*

Chapter 145: *Tail Shaking*

Aside from the vaguest sense of Litty talking the entire time, Kir didn’t recall any of the journey from the General’s tent, aside from there being a haze over everything and people especially. Most of the demons gathered were a more solid-seeming red or near to it in terms of power. Everything was so bright and loud and the wind on him felt so cold.

The first thing he did when he arrived was stumble to his cot, which had thankfully been cleared of the dungeon loot and his weapons, before collapsing to lay down.

Even that act sent monumental shocks throughout his body as he struggled to reign in the queasiness that came from having every bit of him rendered more sensitive. He could feel his clothes against his skin, and as Noir tried to ask Litty a few questions, he stripped out of his shirt and lay heavily against the padded surface, feeling every breath as it entered his lungs. He tried to close his eyes to the inside of the tent, which seemed too bright despite the lack of any internal source.

A moment later his eyes shot open as he felt Noir’s hand on his shoulder.

"Hey, are you alright? Can I get you something?" His voice boomed in Kir’s ears.

Overshining him, but more obvious on his wool, Kir saw a reddish-pink aura. "Black pink," he said, a little giddy as he touched Noir’s fuzzy chest. The soft sensation, along with Noir’s hand on him, felt so detailed. So warm.

"If I’d known you’d be this loopy, I’d have gotten Amarena out of the fighting pit," Noir started to withdraw and Kir grabbed his arm.

"Please stay. You feel nice..." Kir said.

"I’m not sure that’s a good ide-" Noir grunted as Kir pulled him into a hug. "-ah-hagh~."

Hugging Noir felt so nice. Like a fleece blanket with a bit of firm muscle under. He felt it as Noir’s heartbeat sped up by the second. Felt the heat as it started to build lower along Noir’s body, even through his pants.

"Kir... this isn’t a good idea..." Noir gulped.

Realizing his mistake, Kir released Noir, saddened by the loss of the touch. "Sorry... It just felt really nice, you touching me..." he rubbed his shoulder where Noir’s hand had been. "I thought... Well, I wasn’t really thinking... But Stella said you liked me so... I mean I wouldn’t mind if you wanted more..."

With his greatly enhanced nightvision, he could see as Noir carefully tugged his pants left and right, trying to hide his obvious hardness. Well, it wouldn’t have been obvious to Kir a couple of hours ago.

"Stella told me the same about you... but I didn’t think she was serious." Noir took a breath. "Kir... I don’t... I mean... I don’t know if I deserve... you. And with this Oath between us and-and the Syndicate... I just... don’t want to complicate things..."

"I don’t mind complicated," Kir said. "I know I haven’t exactly spoken about my love life, but it’s not exactly standard."

"How so?" Noir asked.

"Well..."

For the next ten minutes, Kir explained his relationships to Noir. He was honest, and somewhat surprised when Noir expressed knowing about open relationships - which were common between the enslaved, who knew they could be sold off at any moment. The concept of a polycule was a bit more difficult to get across, but eventually Noir came up with his own working analogy.

"So it’s like a tapestry... where everyone’s a thread and some threads touch others but in the end it’s all one..." Noir said, half to himself, sitting cross-legged and holding his chin in thought.

"That’s one way to put it," Kir smiled. He was still off his feet, and the conversation had helped him put a little bit of distance between his thoughts and his senses, though he could still slightly feel Noir’s warmth across the half-meter distance between them.

Noir took a deep breath. "I don’t know that I’d feel the same about your, um, other partners... But after everything we’ve been through..." He paused so long, Kir felt the need to say something, but before he could express his regretful understanding, Noir said, "I’ll give it a shot... If you’re willing to stitch me in."

"I’d be happy to," Kir smiled, not that he knew if Noir could see it. But then Noir stood and crossed the gap between them, his height such that he only had to bend a little to kiss Kir fully on the lips.

After a tiny moment of surprise, Kir returned the kiss with fervor. His sensitive lips sent a chain of explosive signals into his brain, and before he knew it, he was groping the sheepkin man’s body, running his hands along the soft tufts of wool that had felt so good earlier.

"Gods I’ve dreamed of this," Noir whispered, as soon as he caught his breath.

Kir chuckled, kissing his way down the older man’s body as his fingers slipped behind the hem of his pants, drawing them down until Noir’s manhood rested hard against his cheek.

"Hold on," Kir purred in warning, using his tail to lightly bat Noir closer.

"What do you m- Oh! Ohh-ohh..." Noir grabbed onto Kir’s horns as he wrapped his tongue and mouth around the sheepkin’s manhood, swallowing it completely until the tip of his tongue was pressing into his sack.

With a gentle, wave-like massage, Kir was able to peel back Noir’s foreskin, exposing his bell to the the ridges on his tongue. The taste of salt and pre-seed was rich on his tongue, and his eyes rolled back as he let himself fall into the growing lust inside of him.

After a few moments, however, Noir’s whole body began to jerk against Kir’s face, driving his cock back and forth across his tongue on pure animal instinct. "Oh no. Oh no, Kir, I can’t hold-"

A quivering orgasm wracked Noir’s body as he held onto Kir’s horns with all his might, bleating loudly as the capacity for words left him. The rush of seed in Kir’s mouth was thick and bitter and salty. He swallowed it eagerly as he grabbed Noir by his curly hair, locking him in place as he drank him in.

After a long, long minute, Noir gasped and let go of Kir’s horns, and Kir slithered his tongue off of his cock, licking some errant spend from the corner of his mouth as he beheld his panting lover and friend. "Someone was pent up," he chuckled.

"Not... anymore," Noir panted. "Gods... you’re good at that."

"Oh I think you’ve still got some more in you," Kir teased, letting his tongue out to lick the bead of semen off of his tip. "Perk of having a boyfriend is I’ve got many ways of getting it out of you."

Noir laughed, "I’m yours however you want me, Kir."

"Well then," Kir shifted to start taking off his pants. "Lay on your back."

Almost as soon as Noir was comfortable, Kir turned his body, mounting onto his hips as he hovered his wet, pink folds over Noir’s still-throbbing rod. He had to balance himself on his calves, so as not to crush him, and a moment later he’d pulled Noir’s cock into his depths.

The sensation of being entered, in his state of heightened sensitivity, was enough to almost bring Kir to orgasm. It didn’t matter that Noir wasn’t as large as his other lovers, the lust Kir felt made everything he felt stand out as he tightened around him, his pussy conforming tightly to the sheepkin’s cock.

"That’s... that’s very wet, ahn..." Noir gasped as Kir settled into place. "Is that your... wait... You have a-"

Kir almost kicked himself. He’d forgotten to tell Noir about his parts. "Is that alright?" he asked, one hand resting its palm on Noir’s cheek as he loomed over him.

"It-It’s fine. Just unexpected. I’ve never, um..."

"Been with a man who’s got a pussy." Kir filled in. "I get that a lot."

"No, I mean yes... I’ve never even seen one... Am I doing alright?" he asked, sounding nervous.

"You’re doing amazing," Kir said. "But since it’s your first time, I’ll be as gentle as you want. So how about I take the lead?"

Noir shivered, and Kir sensed the submissive thrill in him. "I... liked it when you pulled my hair earlier."

Kir felt a cocky smile come to his lips. "Start moving your hips."

It took a moment for Noir to brace himself against his elbows. When he started to move his hips, Kir felt his cock gently pushing into his tight folds. He moaned with the sensation, letting his hands play against Noir’s chest and shoulders.

Then with gentle certainty, he began to move his hips too, pressing down as he tightened his cunt around Noir.

It took a long while for the sensations to build, and Kir savored every second of it until the pressure in his legs told him it was time to switch positions. "Let’s switch positions," he declared. He picked Noir up, pulling him out and up to kiss him as he began to move, driving his long tongue down the sheepkin’s throat until he’d completely stolen Noir’s breath.

Kir held the man against his chest as he rolled onto his back, quickly reinserting him after their kiss and letting Noir brace against his legs.

"Go as hard as you can," he ordered.

"Yes," Noir gasped, pumping his hips with a heady, lusty look on his face.

After a few moments, Kir ordered him to go faster. Licking one of his fingers, he sent that hand teasing beneath Noir’s small triangle of a tail, while his other hand settled into the wool on his head and squeezed.

"You play with this hole a lot, don’t you," Kir said in a husky murmur, his hold on Noir’s hair keeping them locked in eye contact. "I barely needed any spit to slide right in..."

"I have- ahn!" Noir gasped as Kir slipped in another knuckle "-a toy... in my pack..."

"And which is better, your toy or me?" With the back of his finger, Kir started massaging the hard little bean of Noir’s prostate.

"Ahn! Ah! You are!" Noir bleated, "Kir, I think I’m going to..."

"Do it," Kir tightened his grip in Noir’s hair.

"But... inside..."

"I want you inside me," Kir growled. With a pull, Kir held Noir against him, slamming the sheepkin’s face between his pecs as he massaged inside his hole harder, tightening as Noir began to slam his hips with everything he had.

"Oh Kir. Oh Kir. Ah-Ahhhn!" Noir’s moaning cry grew into a bleat as with one final thrust, he gushed into Kir.

The heat of his seed sent Kir over the edge a moment later, and he came just as hard, pulling Noir against and inside him with a crushing grip as he joined the sheepkin’s moans with his own, his tail slamming against the ground as his orgasm drew itself out, his body wracked as if by a pressure wave again and again as his enhanced sensitivities blanked his mind.

Many moments later, Kir lay back panting, Noir resting against his chest. After letting Noir clean his hand with magic, Kir pulled him into place, their faces close enough to kiss, as he gently rubbed Noir’s back, enjoying the feel of his still-leaking cock against his abs.

For a long moment, they just lay there, panting and spent and happy. The next time they kissed, it was for a long, long time, with Noir massaging Kir’s tongue with his own enthusiastically.

Then with a sudden snort and a chuckle, Noir planted his forehead on Kir’s cheek. "Gods... What am I doing? I’m old enough to be your father..."

"Regretting it?" Kir snorted his own laugh, "Or are you saying I should call you ’Daddy?’" As soon as the joke left his mouth, Kir instantly regretted it.

Fortunately, Noir didn’t like it either. "Oh gods no and no. I’d have to say things like ’Great job, sport!’ the next time you fuck my brains out."

They shared a laugh. Then they made out.

And as soon as Noir began to harden against Kir, they went again.

And again, and again.

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