Mortals and Chill

by Fenrir the Doggo

Zil and Olliea are two guys who not only make an adorable couple, they’re demonic visitors to our realm and possessors of terrifying magic ability, though really they’d rather just stay in each other’s company seeing mortals as an oddity, or perhaps toys. Posing as students in a university town and ignorant of the human festival of Halloween, some unlucky costumed snack-gatherers become the treats themselves.

A young man sits on a couch, his expression and pose totally calm and neutral as he reads his thick book. Noticeably, small yellow studs of horns pierced out his blond hair and reptilian wings sprouted from his back. With a sigh he averts his beautiful gaze and leans forward, blue glasses-clad eyes now fixed on the a jar on the table he’s resting his bare feet on. In it are many strange humans who came to his door, dressed in costumes and demanding treats. Now they stood shrunken and terrified, screaming and pounding against their prison. An outstretched palm looming towards it, the tiny people inside observing his approach with heightened panic, struggling and shoving in what little room they had. Those soft fingers unscrewed the lid, releasing the squeals to a state of being somewhat more audible.

One of them, a girl in a risque cat costume with her legs, arms, and midriff all exposed, began to shimmer with light. The next instant, she felt herself lose control of her body, as if overpowered, and began to fly up into the air slowly, flailing her limbs uselessly as she levitated up to the titan’s level. With an almost grim gentleness he grasped her in his fist, manually lifting her up in front of his face and opening his mouth wide. She stared down into the abyss before her, pillars of saliva stringing between the perfect teeth, knowing what was coming next and frozen in a primal fear. The others stared up in horror. The boy’s eyes still displayed no emotion other than a cruel apathy.

She felt herself being moved closer and closer, the overwhelming sound and feel of his breath coupled with the encroaching darkness being all she felt.

“Zil!”

A distant shout knocked her out of her trance. Every pair of eyes in the room turned to the adjourning doorway where another young man in shorts and a hat was rushing in, smaller, more energetic, with black hair and creepy solid black eyes, not to mention the twisting tail swaying from his back end.

“You’re still using books?” the new arrival teased, laughter in his cute voice “I just got off the inter-human high speed communication network. Internet for short. I was able to find out what was happening and why humans keep coming here.”

The cat-girl was set aside, idly grasped in the boy’s hand resting on his hip as it grew progressively more warm and sweaty. Trying her hardest to wiggle free proved impossible even against the passive grasp, all while the new arrival explained Halloween and trick-or-treating as if it were some exotic anomaly, getting half the details wrong about what was and was not actually real.

“...Olliea.” Zil scolded unimpressed. “If you care what humans have to say about this, why not just ask the ones we have here.”

“You’re missing the point!” Olliea whined. “This is a night where humans go out and dress up as demons and celebrate magic and myth!”

“Yes, and?”

“We’re mythical, magical demons! We could go out to parties and not have to pretend to be humans, think about how much fun that would be.”

Olliea leaped onto his partner, clasping his arms around him in a tight hug and stared up at him with light glimmering off his eager eyes, it wasn’t even difficult to tell where he was looking despite lacking pupils pupils. Remaining still, Zil averted his gaze and growled, his tough demeanor unable to hide his emergent blushing. Those watching also suddenly felt embarrassed with Olliea pointing his enormous yet alluring rear right in front of them, its tail swishing out.

“Fine. But only to research their behaviour.”

He felt he was going to die with those gleaming things staring right into him, sheepishly he lifted up his palm and pressed the girl he was holding against Olliea’s lips. So suddenly she was in danger again, and barely had time to react before they parted to receive her. Zil’s fingers pushed her straight into and through Olliea’s mouth and over his tongue. Finally free from the grasp, she scrambled but was unable to get any sort of footing or grasp on the soft, moist, bumpy platform she found herself on. What little light she had was cut off the resonant sound of teeth clacking behind her. She felt the ground beneath her rise up…

With a small gulp and a surge in his throat, Olliea received his snack with a smile. Not quite sated, he leaned forward some more to peck Zil on the lips. His attempted distraction had not worked.

Olliea felt his hands on Zil’s chest tremor as the beating of his partner’s heart accelerated. Confused, he turned to face him to behold the amusing sight of the stoic demon with power beyond mortal comprehension cringing and blushing, chin tucked into his chest. It seemed that kiss really set him off, it was nice to know even Zil had a sweet spot.

“Well we can’t just let these ones go, can we?” Zil growled, emoting for the first time all night. There was a primal lust behind those words. “I say we get a little pre-party pleasures of the flesh on. I mean, we wouldn’t want to lose control of ourselves in public again.”

Olliea’s face also lit up in a blush, the corners of his mouth widening farther and farther into a grin. Oh Heaven yes. He had hit the jackpot.

The pair tumbled into each other, rolling flat onto the couch, kissing, embracing, and groping the whole time. Olliea remained atop Zil with his tail wrapped around a leg, their crotches touching. Olliea, upright, ripped off his shirt and tossed it aside next to the jar, helping Zil do the same. Their bodies were as magnificent as could be expected. Both trim and lithe, visibly firm muscle under a lovely cover of smooth perfect skin with Zil, befitting his dominant role, possessing a little extra bulk and a more defined chest and abs.

One by one Olliea pinched them out of the jar. Some right on the middle of Zil’s abs, two on his chest, one here and there, a couple in either of their pants, Zil flinching as the foreign yet familiar object brushed his member, one between Olliea’s teeth, and the rest tossed down to their feet, quickly being grabbed or pinned by the enormous toes.

For a moment they seemed to enjoy their new positions, the texture of Zil’s body or Olliea’s cock just melting into their hands. The sexuality these two exuded was palpable, after all nothing was a better tempter to sin than a demon. The couples’ eyes interlocked as they watched, and felt, the mortals begin to feel and slowly worship their bodies, their masterpieces. Kneading the skin, licking it, burying themselves in it where not just a moment ago they were shivering in fear. Their physical weakness was matched if not exceeded by the weakness of their will.

Waiting no longer, Olliea descended on Zil, casting a shadow over all the humans on his body before pressing them under his own. The pressure squished them so hard they couldn’t even move as they suffered or perhaps even savoured the joint warmth and sweat. Olliea’s lips once again lay on top of Zil’s as he offered the human in his mouth to him. The human, a man around the same physical age as them dressed in a cheap pirate get up, quickly found himself locked between their tongues. They interlocked and coiled with each other with no regard for him, slurping over him repeatedly, fiddling with his body. It didn’t take long for the pressure and moisture to tear his clothes away leaving him naked and vulnerable. His bare skin was not only more sensitive to the delectably rough textures of the tongue but also providing a much better taste to the two. Eventually he conceded to the stimuli, and with a little tang his cum mixed in with their saliva. The rest could only listen to the two moaning and smooching, passing their toy between each other. Eventually the captain didn’t even know whose mouth he was in anymore, though eventually gravity won out and it was Zil’s belly he descended into. Perhaps those so tightly pressed against the boys’ bellies could hear their friends within.

This burst of passion over, the pair turned to the flesh. Olliea clenched his toes to grab a couple of the people at their feet, who too had been enjoying the irresistible bodies of their masters. Rolling and kissing at the soft soles, the skin was malleable yet tight, orgasmic to the touch. He turned over, perfect rump on Zil’s crotch. He grinded at it for a while, whilst consciously toying those humans with his feet.

Through their garments Zil’s cock nestled itself between Olliea’s cheeks and under his balls, a few humans between on either side. They arguably had the best position in the house. Nothing was more tantalising than these pinnacles of sexuality themselves. With Zil’s member firmly stimulated by his good little servant, not including the tinies, Olliea finally stepped off Zil. He was a light fellow, but Zil was still happy to catch some breath.

The action was nowhere near over though. Olliea’s scheming little fingers worked at Zil’s trousers, soon exposing his shaft which sprang up with power. Olliea could swear it got bigger every time he saw it. Save a little blush, he got right into action. Clasping his lips gently around it, Olliea sucked and lapped, each motion bringing Zil a little closer to climax as he vigorously grabbed the back of Olliea’s head and assisted in its motions. One hand grasping his own cock and the humans around it, the other stroking and pleasing Zil’s manhood, occasionally grabbing a human or two and adding it to the fray. He was sucking and nothing else, so as hard as they tried to hang onto the skin of Zil’s shaft or the enamel of Olliea’s teeth, it was into his gullet they went, to join an already partially digested cat-girl. What was already there was the least of their problems.

With a gentle cupping of the balls, Zil erupted in synchronisation with Olliea. The black eyed cute thing gulping down every last drop then wiping the head clean with a vampire girl who was promptly swallowed also. Those stuck in the darkness of Olliea’s stomach found themselves drenched in a hot, sticky substance with only one possible answer as to what it could be.

The pair were mutually exhausted, Zil sat back on the couch. His lover lay besides him with his head on his lap. He stroking his hair gently and with a sincere affection. It seemed the little thing had gotten too eager, and had tired himself out. No partying tonight, probably sparing a few scores of mortal lives. Well, he had done a good job and had fun at least. With his telepathy he picked sweat, saliva, and semen drenched humans off of and even out of their bodies, they too had done a good job but had served their purpose. One by one they were flicked onto the floor to meet a messy end under his bare foot, rubbed and grinded into the floor after a hard impact.

The familiar sound of the doorbell ringing echoed through the room again. Careful not to disturb Olliea’s sleep, Zil went to answer with smug grace in his gait. After all, one can never have too much Halloween candy.