[Preamble schmeamble. Satan's Big Kink is spanking. Akira is interested in studying his capabilities. Satan can transform into a fucking furry behemoth with big ole paws, too big for anywhere bar a warehouse or the like, but hey, he's not the only guy Akira's probably had to 'treat' of this size, so it's not like it's hard for them to find a space to do this. In fact, it's a relief to be able to stretch for a bit, really fuck around with his powers and get praised for it like he's actually special.
And sometimes, Satan likes to indulge in a bit of mind-reading to see what this little non-human, buzzing with energy and curiosity, is thinking. One thing leads to another, and really, is it any surprise that Satan's sat down, yanking Akira over his big, veiny thighs (so close to his sheath, oh dear) and rumbling in amusement?]
You're a pain in the fucking ass, so I figure you should learn what that feels like too, huh Doc? Reckon no one's ever disciplined you like you deserve; types like that crave a sharp hand across the ass, kekeke!
[A gentle stroke from mind to mind, to make sure that Akira's alright with this in ways that Satan's clumsy words don't fully allow. Imperceptibly small, almost. But it's only fun if they're both having fun.]
[ Oh, once Satan brought out that 'new' form there's no doubt Akira's been a pain in the ass. A presumptuous brat, even, the way he pokes, prods, pulls at every inch of the huge fella he can get to with little to no consideration for how said huge fella might feel about it. He's far too excited for that, lost in the sauce of discovery and pushed forward like the blood pumping through his veins a mile a minute, flushing his face and burdening his breathing into an almost obscene display all on its own.
So it really should be no surprise this is where that gets him. ]
--Hey! I wasn't anywhere close to done with you!
[ Only a half serious complaint, as a peek into his mind will show. It moves just as quickly as you'd think, flipping back and forth between a hydra of questions about this devil, this body, the other body, how everything is interconnected, and the horny stream of consciousness once he's bent over of yes, yes, oh yes, please keep going, please--
Which is to say, despite the wriggling he's doing, yes. He's very alright with all of this. ]
Can it; you're the one who's big on learning, and I'm teaching you a fuckin' lesson.
[Delicately delicately, he tries to undress Akira with his big meaty paws, before grunting and giving up on that delicate bullshit. For better or worse, those pants are just getting yanked down, and underwear? Nah. Nah, that's getting torn, straight up. As if it's paper instead of cloth.
Then Satan smooths one hand over that cute little ass, chuffing heavily enough that it looks like clouds of steam coming from his maw, before winding back.]
You're lucky I know you can take a real beating. I really wanna punish you for being so damn cute that it pisses me off...! [There's no holding back when he finally brings his hand down on Akira's ass, at least not like there would be for a human. The sort of slap that rattles the brain and spine, just for this uppity little creature.
With his free hand, he cups Akira's chin and starts working one pointed, thick claw into his mouth, just to press against his tongue and see what he does. Another slap. Another. Just varying in power and placement enough to keep any one spot from going completely numb, the comforting sort of percussion and pain that threatens to go too far but never quite manages it.]
[ Clothes? Non-issue. They can easily be replaced later for the joy of feeling skin on skin right now.
Especially the joy of that first big smack, all protests cut short with an open-mouthed gasp as for the barest sliver of an instant all that back and forth in his head cuts off with a somehow pleased, warm static taking everything's place.
It's all back in the next instant, convenient timing for that open mouth to invite a dangerous claw on in, tongue curiously lapping and probing against it as if it can commit the shape and feel into Akira's memory just from that. And, perhaps, tease against its massive point, though that may be a little harder once the other hand starts up again.
His own nails are almost embarrassingly useless in comparison as they dig into whatever leg flesh they can--not necessarily to keep himself still, not at all, but he sure isn't planning on going anywhere any time soon. ]
[Scratches are still scratches, stinging reminders, pain adding an edge to Satan's own enjoyment; he lets out a noise that's half moan half laugh, jostling Akira around on his lap for reasons that are going to be blatantly obvious in a second.
When, y'know. Something hard and damp and, uh, spiked in a nsfw way starts sliding up against Akira's ribcage, rubbing gently with the momentum of each spank. Ah, well. Hm. That's not what his dick looks like otherwise, promise.]
Shit, look at you go. For a skinny little runt, you're getting really into it. Beautiful. [Another rumbling noise, another spank, and he rubs his claw against every surface he possibly can in that greedy, wet mouth, threatening to push too deep and invoke the gag reflex (does Akira even have one) (i leave it to the scholar).]
[ Good news, he either doesn't or has trained himself out of it, either way letting himself be a wet, inviting hole for however deep the clawed finger wants to go.
Keeping his mouth open is also doing wonders for letting all his reactions come out loud and clear, shameless yelps and groans only muffled by that aforementioned claw, and wouldn't you know it they start shifting ever-so-slightly once something starts unsheathing itself against him.
Questioning at first, interest at the revelation, and then downright eager as his imagination takes a moment to run off.
And if there's any plausible deniability as to what he's imagining, his mouth and tongue are bound to clear that up no problem. His head starts bobbing quite deliberately, tongue dragging across the bottom of Satan's finger to swirl around the nailbed before going right back down. ]
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spanking in the name of science.
And sometimes, Satan likes to indulge in a bit of mind-reading to see what this little non-human, buzzing with energy and curiosity, is thinking. One thing leads to another, and really, is it any surprise that Satan's sat down, yanking Akira over his big, veiny thighs (so close to his sheath, oh dear) and rumbling in amusement?]
You're a pain in the fucking ass, so I figure you should learn what that feels like too, huh Doc? Reckon no one's ever disciplined you like you deserve; types like that crave a sharp hand across the ass, kekeke!
[A gentle stroke from mind to mind, to make sure that Akira's alright with this in ways that Satan's clumsy words don't fully allow. Imperceptibly small, almost. But it's only fun if they're both having fun.]
baby you're my ANGEEEEELLLLLLL!!!!!!!!
So it really should be no surprise this is where that gets him. ]
--Hey! I wasn't anywhere close to done with you!
[ Only a half serious complaint, as a peek into his mind will show. It moves just as quickly as you'd think, flipping back and forth between a hydra of questions about this devil, this body, the other body, how everything is interconnected, and the horny stream of consciousness once he's bent over of yes, yes, oh yes, please keep going, please--
Which is to say, despite the wriggling he's doing, yes. He's very alright with all of this. ]
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[Delicately delicately, he tries to undress Akira with his big meaty paws, before grunting and giving up on that delicate bullshit. For better or worse, those pants are just getting yanked down, and underwear? Nah. Nah, that's getting torn, straight up. As if it's paper instead of cloth.
Then Satan smooths one hand over that cute little ass, chuffing heavily enough that it looks like clouds of steam coming from his maw, before winding back.]
You're lucky I know you can take a real beating. I really wanna punish you for being so damn cute that it pisses me off...! [There's no holding back when he finally brings his hand down on Akira's ass, at least not like there would be for a human. The sort of slap that rattles the brain and spine, just for this uppity little creature.
With his free hand, he cups Akira's chin and starts working one pointed, thick claw into his mouth, just to press against his tongue and see what he does. Another slap. Another. Just varying in power and placement enough to keep any one spot from going completely numb, the comforting sort of percussion and pain that threatens to go too far but never quite manages it.]
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Especially the joy of that first big smack, all protests cut short with an open-mouthed gasp as for the barest sliver of an instant all that back and forth in his head cuts off with a somehow pleased, warm static taking everything's place.
It's all back in the next instant, convenient timing for that open mouth to invite a dangerous claw on in, tongue curiously lapping and probing against it as if it can commit the shape and feel into Akira's memory just from that. And, perhaps, tease against its massive point, though that may be a little harder once the other hand starts up again.
His own nails are almost embarrassingly useless in comparison as they dig into whatever leg flesh they can--not necessarily to keep himself still, not at all, but he sure isn't planning on going anywhere any time soon. ]
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When, y'know. Something hard and damp and, uh, spiked in a nsfw way starts sliding up against Akira's ribcage, rubbing gently with the momentum of each spank. Ah, well. Hm. That's not what his dick looks like otherwise, promise.]
Shit, look at you go. For a skinny little runt, you're getting really into it. Beautiful. [Another rumbling noise, another spank, and he rubs his claw against every surface he possibly can in that greedy, wet mouth, threatening to push too deep and invoke the gag reflex (does Akira even have one) (i leave it to the scholar).]
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Keeping his mouth open is also doing wonders for letting all his reactions come out loud and clear, shameless yelps and groans only muffled by that aforementioned claw, and wouldn't you know it they start shifting ever-so-slightly once something starts unsheathing itself against him.
Questioning at first, interest at the revelation, and then downright eager as his imagination takes a moment to run off.
And if there's any plausible deniability as to what he's imagining, his mouth and tongue are bound to clear that up no problem. His head starts bobbing quite deliberately, tongue dragging across the bottom of Satan's finger to swirl around the nailbed before going right back down. ]