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The empyrean curve of Purgatory’s scarlet horizon had never felt brighter or more suffocating than it did one random afternoon for one particularly stubborn demon warrior.

Halo wandered around a blistering desert of vast emptiness under the glaring eye of the scarlet sun. The demon glared back; he knew this island was only the artificial playground of one bastard cyclops, and the sun always kept a watchful eye on him.

This world is artificial but right now, it feels like the heat death of the universe. As far as the demon knew, summer had yet to come upon this hell; and yet, a sheen of sweat glistened on the demon’s skin and his armour clung to his body in an extremely uncomfortable manner.

He could feel every piece of the fabric and structure pinch and drag on his skin, and the daggers and other assorted weapons the demon usually stored on his gauntlets and thighs felt so heavy, he wanted to be rid of them.

It was simply supposed to be a random afternoon of fun hunting; the demon terrorising and eliminating the new Purgatory participants he was instructed to exterminate by the Watcher in a gleeful bloodbath.

Well, that was what the demon wanted to believe; in truth, the demon’s wretched heat was scheduled to arrive today. But despite knowing this, Halo made no prior arrangements to properly prepare his body for the world of discomfort he knew he'd be experiencing for the following days. 

To admit defeat to these primal instincts that made him so pitiful and pathetic was a disgrace to his entire nature and reputation as a feared assassin.

No, Halo refused to let go of his dignity and pride, even if he had to suffer. He has work he must finish. He needs to hunt. He needs to kill. He needs to be bred and filled to the brim with his mate’s seed- wait, what?

Halo never wanted to shred the clothes off of his own body as much as he did now; feeling the dreadful heat crawling up and pressing against every part of his body, on his skin and insides, completely suffocating him in dizzying humidity.

Halo supposed these were the consequences of his own stubbornness, but what was he supposed to do? He couldn't succumb to a heat in a place like this- not with him watching at least.

After a few more minutes of struggling, and aimless wandering, the demon finally had the sense to return to Spawn. He shed his hood, gauntlets, and artillery of weapons to help prevent his body from overheating. Maybe he can make a small burrow in his room, or dig a nice, cool hole underground to stay under for the next week or so.

However, before he could even take another step, electric sparks of arousal crashed through his body like a tidal wave. Halo’s knees buckled and he crumpled on the grainy sand below him. The worst of his heat had just begun.

The demon’s tail lashed wildly at the empty air in a futile attempt to keep his balance. Sharp pains travelled through his lower abdomen and he could feel his tentacle stirring in and poking out of his sheathe beneath the tightness of his pants. The wet substance of his slick overflowed from his cunt, dampening the space between his legs. He needs something between his thighs desperately.

Halo trembled as he clawed on the red sand below him. Tears filled the demon's eyes as he whimpered, craving for some kind of stimulation. It took every last bit of his remaining self control not to reach inside his pants and rub his needy, aching folds.

Halo’s head pounded as he laid there, helplessly- he needed someone to tear off his clothes right now- the ache making his vision swim in bright colours. He needs to build a nest. He needs his mate. Anyone to fill him up and breed him with seed. What was he thinking? No- Halo couldn't let these pathetic instincts get the best of him- Instincts? To spread his legs far apart and be a good lay for his partner?

It was becoming increasingly harder to think straight, and Halo could feel himself slipping further into a state of delirious unconsciousness.

Everything felt like a far away murmur now. Static filled his head, but every whimper and moan that escaped his lips and into the sand below, echoed through his foggy brain.

After an eternity of agony, Halo finally heard a deep, sultry voice behind him- sending shivering vibrations across his body. He couldn't decipher what the voice was saying, but he looked up at the source of it.

Standing above the writhing demon was a giant mass of a shadowed, muscular figure. He was shielding Halo's body from the sun, and continued to say things the demon’s broken mind couldn't understand. The figure crouched to his level and observed the demon's body with one sharp scarlet eye.

Halo stared blankly at the figure. He doesn't remember who this person is… Does he know him? Could he be his mate? His body seemed to know the answer as his cunt eagerly gushed another wave of slick in his pants when the mystery person gripped his thick thighs and lifted him off the ground in one quick swoop.

Halo did not even have the slightest sensibility to feel ashamed when he let out a long keen at this hunk touching his sensitive skin which now felt like it was on fire…

~ 👁️ ~

The Watcher didn't know what was wrong with the demon. One moment he was stumbling across a desert, seemingly tracking his next prey, the next he was collapsed on the sand, whining and crying like he was in pain.

The Watcher initially deduced that Halo must have been poisoned or wounded. Maybe one of the teams got the best of him in some kind of trap; which was, admittedly, funny to think about.

However, after a thorough scan of his body, the Watcher did not find any signs that might indicate this was the case.

Next, he thought Halo had contracted a sickness- it wasn't unusual to have a fever in the less than ideal conditions of Purgatory, even for a powerful demon.

The demon’s skin felt like it was overheating and he did look extremely feverish. A heavy blush and a sheen of sweat coated Halo’s body, even though most of his layers had been stripped off and discarded a few feet behind them."

Hmmm. You are acting unusually strange today”, the Watcher hummed thoughtfully. “But you don't have a fever, and it doesn't seem like you're wounded. Can you at least stand?” The Watcher asked Halo, but the demon seemed very out of it- only breathy pants and small whimpers escaping from his lips.

He took that as a no and decided the demon won't be well enough to move at all. The cyclops sighed and carried Halo in one swoop, pressing him to his chest. “Come on, let's get you back to Spawn”.

The Watcher gripped Halo’s meaty thighs in his thick, dark hands, and that combined with the cyclops’ sultry voice, opened the floodgates of the demon’s cunt and a gush of slick soaked the area between his legs further.

The Watcher did not expect the primal sound that fell from Halo’s lips at that moment. The demon was caught between a keen and a wet gasp, and never had the cyclops been more attracted to a being until then.

Halo shifted himself within the Watcher’s grasp, rubbing his thighs together to provide more stimulation for his aching cunt.

Halo gazed at the Watcher with fierce, teary determination in his eyes and sobbed. “Please, h-help me, I n-need you”, the demon stammered, his face flush and ears pinned back.

It was then that the Watcher became acutely aware of the erection that was quickly forming a tent in his pants. The cyclops usually prides himself with keeping his desires under control, but his precious sinner has never been so insanely adorable. So insanely hot. So insanely submissive and fuckable.

He couldn't wait to have the demon beneath him, completely in his mercy…

~ 👁️ ~

The Watcher retreated to his quarters with an extremely horny demon in his arms and a rapidly growing erection in his pants. A few one-eyed workers shot their boss some confused looks at the terrifying demon that was whining as the cyclops carried him back, but most of them already knew about the two’s frequent activities, so they didn't question their boss any further.

Once the Watcher reached his bedroom, he debated just dropping Halo and fucking him on the floor; god knows they're both so desperate already, but fortunately, he still retained a bit of sense to know the uncomfortable consequences they would experience after.

The Watcher threw Halo on to his soft, black covers and watched the demon bounce from the force. The Watcher sighed hungrily as Halo looked at him with a fierce, needy gaze.

The demon’s hands travelled up his thighs and splayed his legs open, presenting the dampness that soaked the spot between his legs. He whimpered as one hand surged between his thighs and rubbed his sinful, clothed folds, unable to help himself.

The Watcher sneered as Halo pathetically presented himself; any sense of his pompous dignity or stubborn pride lost in the throes of his sinful heat. Oh, if only he could capture this moment on camera as evidence to humiliate the demon later, he absolutely would. Ah, well, this will do for now.

The Watcher crawled up the bed slowly, placing his large hands on Halo’s trembling knees and gazing at the demon with fierce, lustful hunger.

“Oh how the mighty have fallen”, the cyclops jests in a sultry voice filled with cruel amusement, “Honestly, who could have imagined that a terrible monster such as yourself could be so susceptible to such primal instincts.” He chuckles as he begins to slowly strip the demon of his armour and garments. 

Halo whimpers as the Watcher continues with his agonising ministrations. He grazes the demon’s tender nipples, but doesn't let him indulge in the sensation for too long, enjoying his whines and high pitched moans.

The demon is naked and shivering under the watchful gaze of the cyclops. He's almost perfect, but something is still missing.

The Watcher produces a lasso from his inventory and ties Halo’s hands behind his back; preventing him from pleasuring himself further. Halo whines at the loss of stimulation on his cunt as the Watcher laughs at the pitiful sight.

Halo’s tentacle is poking out of his sheathe- out of control as it waves around, searching for some kind of stimulation. The watcher grabs the slimy appendage harshly, pinching the tip in his tight grip.

Halo throws his head back, attempting to scramble away from the pain, but he couldn't get away far enough before the cyclops is grabbing his meaty thighs and placing them on his broad, muscular shoulders.

Halo moans as the Watcher begins to bite, nibble and lap at the inside of his thighs, marking them obsessively; his lips dangerously close to the demon’s drooling pussy.

The demon could only claw at the sheets as the Watcher buries his face in the demon’s cunt as he laughs in a low tone- sending vibrations throughout his body as the cyclops lewdly sucks on his engorged clit.

Halo screamed as the Watcher rolled the extremely sensitive bean around his tongue, attempting to grind his cunt against the cyclops’ face to no avail.

Shallow tears pricked at the demon’s wide glowing eyes. “Hah, pl-please nggh. I c-can’t ah, I need you inside m-me”, Halo cries out.

“Hmmm. I think I might enjoy this a little longer, my precious sinner”, the Watchers hums, grinning as he peeks from the demon’s slick covered folds. The cyclops continues stroking Halo’s tentacle and flicking his clit, thoroughly enjoying how the infamously powerful entity squirms beneath him.

The Watcher brought the demon close to his orgasm before stopping completely and sliding his legs off his shoulders. He took a moment to admire the beautiful sight underneath him. Halo’s eyes were hazy and glossy with tears as he whined and panted at the loss of stimulation. His tits shook with every deep breath he took, mesmerising the Watcher above him.

The Watcher groaned at the sight of the demon, utterly debauched and broken. He began to strip himself of his suit, unbuckling his pants and finally freeing his cock from its restrictions. The cyclops hissed as it bounced, slipping out of the garments that trapped it. The head leaked pre-cum as the Watcher lazily stroked it, making it slick before entering the hot, wet paradise that awaits it.

Halo whimpers at the sight of the monster cock that is nearly the size of his abdomen. He subconsciously spreads his legs further, impatient and excited at the prospect of something that big rearranging his insides. The Watcher gripped the Halo’s wide hips once more; the demon’s tentacle waving around eagerly, and his pussy clenching as more slick gushed from it.

The cyclops’ scarlet eye glinted in anticipation. Oh how the mighty have fallen indeed.

~ 👁️ ~

Halo presented his drooling cunt for the Watcher to use as he was turned over on his stomach- ass in the air, tits squished against the bed. Halo would never let himself be so shamelessly compromised under normal circumstances, but his heat made him more desperate and submissive, much to the Watcher’s delight.

The Watcher prodded at the demon’s silk folds with his gleaming cockhead, purposefully missing the entrance and teasing his clit again. Halo wiggled his hips, trying to catch the penis within his thick folds, but the Watcher remained in control. There was nothing that Halo could do except rut against the electric sensation coursing through his body.

The Watcher finally lined the tip of his cock to Halo’s hot, tight entrance. Then the cyclops leaned over him, pressing the demon’s back to his chest and whispered lowly in his ear, “You know, you've always been such a pain in the ass ever since I met you; but your defiance has always intrigued me”. He kissed the spot beneath the demon’s ear, causing him to shiver.

Halo moaned in anticipation. “Please, j-just p-put it in m-me, ah”, he keened, “I pr-promise I’ll be good. I-I c-can take it, yes, please!” The demon begged desperately as the cockhead entered his cunt ever so slightly.

The Watcher groaned as their connection made a lewd, squelching sound. The demon was so tight. So hot, as his pussy began to pulse and ooze more slick to accommodate the massive dick that will spear him.

The Watcher continued to push past Halo’s entrance, moaning at the tightness, the rhythmic convulsing, the pull that the demon has on him. “You do things to me that I can't even begin to explain”, he hissed at the burn of the restrictive hold, “Every morsel you offer only leaves me hungry for more. I desire more of you. I desire to devour you completely”, he growled.

The cyclops buried himself within the sinner’s cunt in one powerful thrust. He winced and almost howled at the extreme heat enveloping his cock as the demon’s walls trembled violently, milking his cock for all it's worth.

Halo’s eyes rolled to the back of his head and he screamed as the monster’s dreadful cock speared his womb in one move. His tentacle squirted a rope of cum as he sobbed freely once the Watcher began to grind shallowly inside him. Fudge, it feels so good.

The humongous girth stretched his pussy to its limit; splitting it as far as it could go. The burn of the stretch is so addicting, he wants more of it immediately.

Halo mewled and ground his hips back against the Watcher’s- pushing the length deeper until it nearly impaled the entrance of his cervix.

It hurt like hell, but even in his helpless state, Halo was nothing but determined. He wiggled his hips once more to signal the Watcher that he was ready.

The Watcher dragged his penis out of the channel, fighting against the demon’s dreadful hold, until only the tip remained inside, before slamming into his womb once more.

Halo helplessly sobbed into the pillows as the massive cock continued to pound into him, loosening his walls until his pussy was moulded into the shape that accommodated the monster fucking him.

The Watcher reached one hand around the demon and pressed it against his belly. A sizable bulge protruded itself from the cyclops’ cock. It stretched the skin and rearranged the demon’s organs as the Watcher rammed into him; even pushing into the space that accommodates his tentacle.

The cyclops rubbed the bulge in amusement as the demon’s tentacle wrapped itself around his wrist, squeezing it as if begging him not to let go. Halo’s moans and whimpers only quickened and grew louder with each passing second.

The demon came again with a wet gasp, his pussy clenching harder around the Watcher's cock as it released sweet juices around him.

The Watcher sighed as Halo’s orgasm only made him impossibly wetter and easier to re-enter; relishing in the obscene squelching sounds it made as the cyclops continued to spear his insides. Oh, how the Watcher wished he could glimpse at his demon’s face at this very moment, but he supposed the sounds he made were enough for now.

Halo babbled nonsense as the cock continued to kiss his womb. The Watcher only laughed as the demon pathetically whimpered and keened in his mercy.

Every wretched sinner unfortunate enough to wander in this godforsaken island always succumbed to fear and cowered beneath him like tiny, inconsequential ants. But not Halo.

The demon is beautiful, powerful, and arrogant in his pride. The cyclops has always fantasized having the demon writhing underneath him, but eventually, he accepted that he could never fulfil that fantasy because of the demon’s strength. Until today that is.

“You know, I've tried every method to b-break you, but you never break.” The Watcher could feel himself approaching his climax. “You always s-seemed so invulnerable”, he chuckled, “But I suppose even gods have their flaws.”

The Watcher pulled out completely and flipped Halo to lay on his back; moving the demon’s legs so they’re dangling on his shoulders, his tentacle dancing an inch away from the Watcher’s face as he almost turned the demon upside down, effectively folding him in half.

Halo’s head lolled uselessly, as his eyes glowed with tears and saliva dripped from his open lips. He moaned as the Watcher re-entered his channel; utterly fucked out and broken to even comprehend anything that's happening to him. 

There is a massive cock fucking his deepest parts and no matter how many times he came, he wants more, more, more!

Halo giggled as he saw the bulge that outlined his stomach as it disappeared and reappeared with the cyclops’ powerful thrusts. He could feel it impale his most sensitive parts. He felt every drop of sweat beading from his body. Every tear that flowed from his eyes. Every drop of drool from his sinful mouth. Every gush of slick that squelched from his cunt and dripped from his tentacle.

The Watcher’s thrusts began to speed up, becoming sloppy as he neared the end of the line. Seeing Halo’s face as he's thoroughly fucked out only fueled the roaring fire within his core, stroking his ego as it felt like he finally won somehow.

The Watcher leaned in close to Halo’s neck, and moaned as he breathed in his scent. “Y-you, ah, think you're better than e-everybody, huh. But in the end you're, hah, a needy, fucking whore j-just like everyone else p-pretending to be something greater”, he muttered.

The cyclops bit down at Halo’s throat as he buried his dick one final time and shot loads of his thick, hot seed into the demon’s womb.

Halo gasped and whimpered at the sensation of finally being bred and filled to the brim with a flood of hot seed. The demon’s mind completely broken as he moaned an endless string of yeses.

He mewled as he came again, his tentacle painting his stomach, tits, and face with an endless rope of white liquid, while his juices and the Watcher’s cum remained trapped inside his channel.

The cyclops rode out his orgasm as he ground slowly within the demon’s pussy. He hissed as he pulled out of the blazing warmth and observed the blissful and satisfied expression of the being that torments him.

The burning in his core has not sizzled out; his hunger has not been satiated. He grins madly as he moves the demon again, switching his position.

“So fucking prideful; so fucking dignified.” The Watcher laughs as the demon limply groans underneath him. They both know they want more; the sin of desire too addicting to ignore.

“I suppose I must thank your stubbornness, my sweet sinner. If it weren't for your pride, I wouldn't be having this delicious meal after all”, The Watcher gleefully declared before diving in once more…

~ 👁️ ~

“Honestly, based on the number of times I came inside you, I'm surprised you're not pregnant”, The Watcher admits; his scarlet eye glinting with amusement as Halo’s jaw dropped in bewilderment.

“You what??!” The demon screeched in shock.

His precious sinner’s face morphed into an expression of disgust and disbelief as the Watcher recounted their week-long…endeavours.

It's been two weeks since Halo’s heat, the demon only having fully recovered a few days ago. The cyclops debated telling the demon about the exact events that took place during his heat, knowing full well he could be killed for it. But Halo was insistent.

And it sure was damn worth it seeing the demon blush from head to toe in humiliation as the Watcher described his utterly debauched and fucked out state in exquisite detail.

“Okay, enough! Enough! I've heard enough already- gosh- Language!” Halo exclaimed, silencing the cyclops as he approached, threatening the giant with a knife to his throat.

“If you speak of this again, I will end you. I will kill you. I will gouge out that stupid eye of yours and slice your head clean off your neck,” the demon declared, still red from embarrassment. “I will spread every part of your stupidly massive body everywhere on this island. Do you understand me?” Halo glared at the Watcher with an intensity of a thousand daggers.

Ah, there's his demon. Back to his usual, terrifying self. The Watcher slowly nodded- extremely aware of the sharp knife pressed against his throat. Halo backed away slightly before turning on his heels and quickly exiting the room.

The Watcher sighed and laughed in relief. He doesn't know when or if he would even have a chance to ruin his demon again, but even if he didn't, it was a good fucking time. Ah, C’est la vie he supposed.