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flowersandbigteeth · 1 year

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You make a deal with your demon Madame

General Plot: You try to give yourself to a brothel but the Madame has something else in mind

This is just half a fever dream I had about Lethia

Demon (Lethia) x virgin female reader

Word count: 1.5K

W: a bit of gore and heavier horror elements, minor character death, sfw nakedness, sfw monster fluff, yandere vibe

“All right, pop off the top, lemme see the tits,” the madame said, leaning against her desk, her long magenta legs, wrapped in skin tight leather pants, stretched out in front of her, ending with black Louboutin stilettos. She was a massive demon, looking down at you even leaning with gold eyes.

Her black horns stretched back over cropped purple hair and full black lips twisted with annoyance as she examined a long nail, bored. She hadn’t even looked at you properly when her secretary had led you in, just telling you to strip.

You trembled in front of her slowly unbuttoning one button at a time, tears on the edge of your lashes.

“Jesus Christ…where do they get these girls?” she snapped, standing suddenly and fluttering her leathery black wings in annoyance. She crossed the room and loomed over you, tipping your chin up with her finger and searching your face.

“Who sent you here, doll? Was it your daddy? Uncle?” she asked.

“Uncle,” you sputtered, wondering how she’d guessed which family member was waiting in the lobby to see that you didn’t try and run.

She smiled at you, revealing her large fangs, turning your face to examine you.

“You’re a pretty one, I’ll give him that,” she said, her smile dropping to a grimace, “but I don’t take unwilling girls. The clients like enthusiastic servers, not sobbing virgins. Tell ‘im I said we’re full.”

You shook your head vigorously. Your uncle would do bad things to you if you went back. When you’d refused his advances he’d dragged you into this brothel and told you if you didn’t want him to touch you, you could earn your living with the common men as a whore.

“Please don’t make me go back,” you pleaded, grabbing her hand suddenly, “I don’t have anywhere else to go and he’ll make it…hurt if I go back…I’ll do it. Whatever you want. Just please…”

Tears leaking down your cheeks, you quickly fumbled with the buttons to open your shirt. Her warm hands stopped you.

“What’s your name, doll,” she asked, her eyes drifting over your shoulders as she gingerly unbuttoned and slipped the shirt off of you.

“(Y/N),” you murmured, trembling.

She picked you up by the waist and set you on her desk, her gaze roaming over your body as she slipped you out of your shoes, socks, and pants, frowning at the plain, ratty underwear you were wearing.

“Stay here,” she ordered, leaving you on her desk, your legs dangling over the edge.

When she returned she was holding some scraps of fabric.

“I’ll agree to take you on, but you have to be completely obedient and totally loyal to me,” she said, tipping your face up so you were looking in her eyes, “a deal with a demon is forever. Are you sure you can agree to that? You’ll belong to me, completely. Maybe I’m worse than your uncle.”

“Please,” you said, “I said I would do anything.”

Maybe you weren’t really considering the weight of her words, but you were desperate to escape your uncle. The idea of his disgusting hands all over you was intolerable. She hummed at you and nodded, wrapping her hand around your neck. You almost immediately worried if you’d made a mistake when her hand tightened for just a moment and pain strangled you. You coughed at the sudden sensation, but almost as soon as it had begun it was over.

“Look,” she said, carrying the mirror she had in the corner over to you so you could see. What looked like maybe a scar, two or three shades lighter than your natural skin tone had formed a pretty arabesque pattern around your neck.

“That means you belong to me body and soul. I’ll always be able to find you,” she said, “my name is Lethia, but you address me as ma’am.”

She waited for you to respond.

“Yes, ma’am,” you said shakily.

Satisfied, she turned her attention to what was left of your clothes, tearing the threadbare fabric with a flick of her long fingers.

“You’ll wear what I tell you to from now on,” she said, helping you into the bit of cloth she’d been holding.

It wasn’t much, just a one piece pink teddy that dipped almost to your belly button in the front and was decorated with white lace. She smiled as she pulled delicate white knee high stockings up your legs. You felt the brush of her fingertips on your inner knees in your core and shuddered.

Taking her time, she cleaned up your cheeks from all of your crying and dusted iridescent glitter on your them before putting your hair up in a high ponytail with a bow.

Your heart fluttered as she worked on you. She was so incredibly pretty, like no one you'd ever met before. Her almond shaped eyes were a lovely ultraviolet and when she focused she stuck her pink tongue out just a bit.

Elegantly arched eyebrows were furrowed while she brushed frosted pink eyeliner over your eyes and drew a tiny heart underneath each one. Her fingers were long and strong, tipped with pointed black nails. When she was done she dusted your nose with blush and you both giggled when you sneezed.

You tried to keep your eyes on her face and not let them drift down to the cleavage pressed neatly together by the shiny black corset top she was wearing. Instead, you kept them trained on the tattoos featuring famous female monsters on her bare arms and shoulders. There was a sphynx, a siren, and a harpy, beautifully depicted in ink, amongst others.

“Perfect,” she said when she was happy you were properly dolled up, taking one hand in her larger one and kissing it. You blinked and turned scarlet.

That didn't distract you for long. Now that you were dressed, you felt the weight of your words. You’d promised to do anything she said under a brothel roof. Soon you’d have to start earning your keep.

“Come on, doll,” she said, placing you on the floor, “you stay behind me.”

You felt naked, because you practically were, padding into the waiting room of her office where your uncle was seated.

He grinned like a wolf when he saw you.

“She good for ya?” he asked, his eyes eating you up in your skimpy outfit.

You huddled behind Lethia, trying to hide yourself.

“(Y/N) is perfect for me,” she said, evenly, “she’s as delicate and sweet as a butterfly and I wouldn’t have her any other way.”

Your cheeks flooded with color at the compliments, even though you didn’t really know why she was saying those things.

“I’m curious why you are still here. It’s my understanding you dropped her off here because you didn’t want to feed her anymore,” she said, cocking her head to the side a bit.

Your uncle nodded.

“She’s an adult now. The girl has to start earning her way. You understand,” he said, “wanted to make sure her financial interests are being seen to. I know how these kinds of places work and I’ll be taking her checks to make sure her money is handled properly.”

Lethia chuckled, which lit up her beautiful face.

“Why don’t I set you up with a special girl for bringing (Y/N) to me? A pretty, virgin prize like her deserves a reward and my girl Nessa loves men like you. She’ll show you a good time,” she said.

Lethia led your uncle down a hallway then a long flight of stairs with you trailing nervously behind. You didn’t want to be in your uncle’s presence any longer than necessary and you were worried about your first performance. Would you cry? Would the man be nice to you? Would it hurt? Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all. You glanced back up at your uncle and shuddered.

She weirdly led you to a room with a large one way window in it. It wasn’t immediately obvious that’s what it was, but it only took you a moment to figure it out. Your uncle, however, was much too interested in the woman in the room to notice the space itself or even when Lethia shut the door behind him and led you to the viewing area down another hall.

The woman sitting on the bed in the lovely room looked like an angel made flesh. She had long blonde hair, flowing over her flawless, creamy skin. Her body was the ideal of antiquity, soft and carefully crafted into voluptuous curves. She lounged on the bed like a goddess from a Renaissance painting.

You didn’t particularly want to watch your uncle have sex, but there was something about the woman that was so hard to turn away from. You watched in some sort of sick trance as he eagerly undressed and made his way to her. She gave him a small smile and took him in her arms.

At first, the embrace seemed gentle and reverent. She caressed his bald head and examined him as if he were the sweetest child. It was horrifying. Something was wrong about her. You couldn’t place it. She was lovely and soft, beautiful, but…then the screaming started. At first nothing seemed different but your uncle’s blood was pooling on the floor.

Finally you saw what was causing him pain. Her hair was…eating him. It wound around his naked body, writhing like a snake, the fibers slicing little pieces off and absorbing them into the greater mass all while she had this placid smile on her face, looking at him reverently. Blood poured from his body as it was slowly being fileted.

You couldn’t watch anymore, grabbing Lethia’s leg and burying your face in it and whimpering.

She chuckled.

“Oh I’m sorry, doll,” she cooed, “I should have known you’d be sensitive to things like this, but you’re going to have to get used to it. This is how we deal with problems here, understand?”

You nodded into her leg, understanding completely. She sighed picking you up, shielding your face from the gore.

“But I won’t make you watch,” she assured you, carrying you away from your uncle’s sobbing screams, “let’s get on with it. We’ve got work to do.”

You sniffled in her arms, your tears making sparkly streaks down your cheeks, overwhelmed.

“What’s wrong, babe?” she asked, turning your head to catch your gaze, “you’re really that upset over that slime?”

You shook your head, unsuccessfully trying to control your tears. You were aware you were probably ruining all the make up Lethia had worked so hard on, but she didn't seem to care in the least. She pulled a lacey black handkerchief from between her breasts and wiped the pink make up and glitter away.

“Then what is it?” she asked.

“I’m scared,” you admitted, “f-for my first time with a man...I’ve never done it before.”

She laughed in your face, which made your stomach drop like a cold stone. Of course, you were being precious and silly. For some reason disappointing her made you even more ashamed then the embarrassment at admitting you were a virgin. Continuing to wipe your tears away she smothered her giggles.

“Honey, no man is ever going to lay a finger on you,” she said, “you belong to me. If anyone, man, woman, or nb, ever touches you other than myself, tell me and we feed them to Nessa, okay?”

You nodded, the darkness clearing from your face. If only Lethia was going to touch you...well, that didn't seem so bad. If Lethia was going to take your virginity...the idea kind of made your skin warm and sparkle.

“Say yes ma’am,” she prompted you, drawing you from your thoughts.

“Yes ma’am!” you agreed enthusiastically, without thinking to be more demure.

She grinned.

“You are so good and obedient,” she praised, making you preen, “you and I are going to get along just fine, doll.”

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bestialchorus · 2 years

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DATING THE FEMALE RULER OF HELL INCLUDES: PROLOGUE

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FIRST MEETING:

-First “meeting” when you’re offered as a live sacrifice by a mysterious cult hoping to appease their “god.” Unfortunately for them, but fortunately for you, their god never showed up…..but she sure did. You remember being blindfolded and having a secondary piece of cloth cover up your screams. They tied you to a large wooden stake, chanting in an esoteric language as you feel flickering flames inching toward your flesh. You should have accepted death then and there, but, you just couldn’t; blood rushing through your veins, screaming for survival. Something shifts in the air as you suddenly hear sounds of flesh being gutted and sliced.

A mix of primal fear and confusion floods your system as you clearly make out several figures attempting to run, only to be followed by screams of agony and painful grunts. Just seconds later, all you hear is a series of bodies and chunks of flesh slamming against the ground. Your heart pounds through your ears, adrenaline coursing through you as you breathe shaky breaths. You release an “eep” as you feel someone gently remove you from the stake as if they were floating? But how? You’re taken from the pyre more gently than you’ve ever been touched before, your blindfold and gag are also removed. It takes you a second to adjust to the light but once you do you’re met with the most beautiful face you’ve ever seen. A woman in a suit holds you bridal style, giving the impression that you weigh nothing at all, showing no signs of struggle. She tilts her head as she takes you in, brilliant gold eyes stare through your very soul; sending a chill through you. A small frown appears on her face as she addresses you, her tone filled with conviction, “only pious cretins would dare remove beauty from this realm chasing after falsehoods”. - The statement brings a blush you fail to repress. You then notice what remains of the cult; the sight was a thing of nightmares, a punishment akin to eternal damnation, you immediately try to look away. She notices your discomfort and responds to it, “apologies for the violence. I simply have no patience for false worship….which is ironic coming from me.” She finishes with a feral smirk, taking a moment to ponder. Your heart fails to relax under her grasp. Her voice again somehow catches you off guard, “do you wish to come home with me? I’ll be able to nurse your wounds for the night.” Her tone of voice tells you you have complete agency to reject the offer, but you don’t. She carries you deep into the forest, reaching a monstrous boulder that morphs into a mound of flaming skulls and bones. She tells you not to worry, that no matter what you won’t feel any pain. She was right, she carries you through the bones, and you end up in a black void of a chasm with a large descending spiral staircase. She carries you deeper and deeper. The smell of brimstone started to become more pungent the deeper you went, only for the woman in the suit to take a deep breath in and exhale. You quickly realize the original smell is immediately then replaced with smells of lavender. Was she somehow aware you didn’t like the smell? No, that’s impossible….right?

-At the end of the large staircase lies an underground city as vast as the land above. Unlike the world you knew, this place was entirely made up of rich earth and sturdy rock. As far as the eye can see, there’s a colour palette made up of reds, yellows, black, etc., akin to burning flames and calming sunsets all at once. You see faceless beings walking about; their skin and fashionable robes the colour of charcoal, contrasted by golden crowns they wear on their heads, a small flame hovering above them. You try to avoid their gaze, unsettled by their presence. “Do not worry; they are no danger to you. They work for me. I promise you’re safe here.” She says calmly as she carries you into a building that couldn’t be mistaken for anything but the equivalent of a mansion in this place. The building almost looks like it could be a living creature itself; a giant eye in the middle follows you as you enter the space.

-The mysterious woman takes you into an occult-looking elevator which seems to have some form of consciousness as it begins rising without command. A small bell rings, indicating you’ve reached your “destination.” A luxurious room opens before you; rich reds and blacks cover the space, along with gold relics and treasures that take your breath away. Right in the middle of the room sits a large desk made of dark wood, expensive writing materials on top, with a plush chair behind it; you conclude this must be her study of sorts. The “room” was more the entirety of the floor as you notice halls leading to other spaces. She takes you down a hallway to the right, which leads to a lavish bedroom. She gently lowers you down onto the largest bed you’ve ever seen, which ends up being plusher to the touch than you ever could have believed. Her gaze locks onto yours; she gives you a small smile as she speaks, “still with me? I understand that this place can be kept overwhelming if you’re not used to it.” You suddenly realize you don’t even know the name of the woman who saved you from certain death, “who are you?” You ask, your voice slightly breathy. She responds with a simple, “hmmph” before turning toward a large wardrobe at the end of the room and collecting towels from it. “ I’ve had many names, some I no longer use and some that will stick around for the rest of my existence, I assume.” You start to slowly put the pieces together as you realize just how “deep” in the earth you must be. “Is this…hell?” You ask with a confused tone, slightly nervous about the answer you’ll get. She brings you a small stack of towels, each with an intricate crest you’ve never seen before. “Well….we personally prefer to call it the underworld down here. But yes, this is in fact, hell; or the inferno for those who prefer dramatics.” She answers nonchalantly as she grabs a robe off a nearby hook. You quickly blink a few times, the weight of the response becoming heavier by the second as your thoughts start to race, (will she let me leave? Am I able to leave? Does the fact that I’m here mean I’m dead???). She must take note of the fear behind your eyes as she places a hand over your own; the contact sets a jolt through your system (as if you weren’t just being carried by her just a minute ago). “I meant what I said; you’re just here so I can nurse your wounds for the night, and tomorrow morning I’ll bring you back home. You are not a prisoner here; you’re my guest.” The statement visibly eases some of your anxiety which brings a small smile to her face. She picks up the towels and robe and hands them to you, removing her hand from your skin in the process which you can’t help but miss. She leads you to a nearby bathroom, somehow setting the exact temperature of water you love in the shower, giving you some alone time, and closing the door behind her. The warm water washes over you, soothing your system enough that you almost forget you’re literally in hell, but you’re quickly reminded once you leave the bathroom in a silk robe. The woman has set up a small seat by the bed as she motions you over.

-The bed dips below you as you lay down. Her voice is soft as she speaks, “please relax.; I’m going to tend to your physical wounds first.” Your muscles can’t help but tense up a bit down as her hands hover over your ankles, lightly brushing against them as they begin to glide up your legs. You can’t see how your wounds start to disappear as she moves over them, but you do feel the relief where pain once was. Something you do notice is how your healer’s intense gaze suddenly looks away whenever she hovers over any intimate spots; you wonder if the pink in her cheeks is just a trick of the light….yes, that must be it. You chide yourself for having such juvenile desires; you hope she can’t notice how warm your skin has become under her touch. You’re not sure what makes the air feel heavier, the silence or the intimacy of the moment.

-Words leave your lips before you can stop them, “Do you know the devil?” Your eyes widen, but the woman over you simply grins, flashing a brilliant canine. “Are you interested in meeting the devil, my dear?” Her playful tone sends a shiver through you, but you answer her honestly, “I just can’t help but wonder what the ruler of this place could possibly look like now.” The woman meets your gaze, a mischievous spark behind them, “Well, if there’s one thing I can tell you, the devil is as unsavoury as they come. You wouldn’t want to meet them. Plus, I hear they love luring unsuspecting maidens into their lair.” She bites back a smile as she finishes. A pregnant pause fills the air as it finally hits you. “It’s you.” You instinctively sit up as she allows you to have the space you need. She gives you a small nod before confirming your statement, “yes. I am in fact what you call the devil. I am the one who rules over this land.”

-“B-but you look so human, you don’t even have any-“

“Horns? Red skin? A giant fork?” She says with a small giggle, finding your disbelief quite endearing. You can’t help but feel embarrassed by how childish you must sound, wishing you’d be sucked into the bed. She leans back into the chair, crossing her arms, “I’m sorry to disappoint.” She says lightly, flashing you that brilliant smile. You frantically wave your hands in front of you, “ oh no! I’m not disappointed at all! I’mjustsuprisedconsideringyousavedmeoutofnowhereandthenalsohappentobeattractiveandnowimramblingrightIdontmean-“, The “devil” gently leans in and places a finger over your mouth, putting a stop to your anxious rambling. It feels like time stops as she speaks, “I’m simply being humorous. It’s nearly impossible to offend me.” You release a breath you didn’t know you were holding. She raises a perfect eyebrow at you before continuing, “forgive me for being direct, but I also find you quite attractive, my dear.” Your breath hitches as your eyes lock.

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