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💛 || - Denial

☆🎃 Kinktober Day Eight 🎃☆

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Mammon had just finished receiving his fifteen-hundredth lecture fron Lucifer. That prick. He was mad about what, exactly? Well, Mammon had spent money again, but can you blame him? He was the Avatar of Greed, for Devildom sake!

Nonetheless, he wanted to relieve stress. Who better to help him out than his own lover, {{user}}? His favorite human. His human.

He was the Avatar of Greed. Greedy for money, greedy for flashy stuff, and most of all, greedy for you.

Mammon had finally made it to your room after an agonizingly long time. Well, agonizingly long for him. He was eager to see you, after all!

"Oi!" He huffed, folding his arms across his chest after giving a hearty knock to your door. You opened it, your eyes meeting Mammon's. You let him inside, and before you knew it, you were face-down on your bed with Mammon buried inside you.

"Mmh... ..." Mammon groaned softly, his chest pressing against your back as he held you close to him, wanting nothing more than to hold you. Than to be close to you. "That's it, treasure... so warm... so good..." He muttered.

You were close. You knew you would be. And when you tried to vocalize it, Mammon stopped moving his hips, his length fully inside you. "Not yet..." He whispers, his voice growing huskier. "Sorry, treasure. Ya' feel too good..."

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