Sean fell back across the bed, trying to calm his breathing. It didn't do a thing to slow his heart rate. Dark's pheromones had his every nerve tingling with a need to be touched. The drug in the chocolate wasn't helping either. It made his muscles feel relaxed and added to the sensitivity coursing through his body. After a minute or two, Natemare stepped inside with a familiar box as he snapped outside to someone. "I know! I can handle Sean! Go get Dark ready, you pesky prick!" When the imp tried to dash in, Natemare kicked it out of the room and slammed the door. Shaking his head, Natemare chuckled out. "Dark's imps are so clingy and protective of you. It's cute but so fucking annoying. Trying to tell me how to dress you without angering Dark... Honestly. Who do they think they are talking to?" Sean could only hum in response. His hands were running over his body, but it did little to take the need for touch anyway. His body could tell the difference between him and someone else's touch. Setting the box down on the bed, Natemare ignored his condition as he told him casually. "Let's get you ready before the prick comes back with reinforcements." Sean lazily looked at the box, smirking as he told him. "I don't wanna get up... I want Dark to take me right here."

Natemare snorted, and Sean saw him blush for the first time. Chuckling, Sean teased out. "Is it safe for you to be in here with me... like this?" Natemare met his eyes, his dark eyes glinting with purple irises briefly before answering calmly. "Yes. I know my place on the food change, and it keeps me alive to stay focused. Now get up." Sliding off the bed, Sean carefully stripped himself down. He'd been naked in front of Natemare before, so he wasn't as nervous about it this time. Natemare pulled out the leather thong underwear with the chains that would hang down his thighs and helped him step into them. As the golden chains traced up his bare legs, Sean gasped quietly. It almost tickled to feel the chains brush over his thighs. Adjusting his half-hard cock, he waited as Natemare tightened the strap between his ass cheeks. A tiny squeal left him whenever he felt Natemare's fingers move against his skin. His cock threatened to tear the leather crotch as it filled out the pouch and left nothing to the imagination. Tapping his arms, Natemare made him raise his arms so that he could lower the golden chain torso piece over him. Sean had to hold his breath as the chains lightly teased over his chest and back. Once it was on, Natemare centered the rings from his collarbone to his last rib. Checking that the hanging chains at his sides hung perfectly along the curves of his ribs.

Sean had forgotten about the long spikes that dangled off the last row of chains and how the chains made his pecks stand out more. Seeing the blood that leaked from Sean's nipples, Natemare brushed it away without thinking and licked his thumb. Natemare had been admiring him and hadn't given what he'd done any thought until he cleaned his thumb. Meeting his eyes, Natemare mumbled out nervously. "Don't tell Dark I did that. I just... It shouldn't be wasted." Sean nodded, biting his lower lip. He hated that Dark's pheromones had allowed him to enjoy Natemare's touch so much. Pulling out the sheer loin cloth over Sean's chaste thong, he hooked it to the straps of the chastity harness underwear. His fingers guiding the fabric to rest between Sean's thighs to drag a little on the floor. Highlighting the chains hanging down his thighs perfectly. Moving away, Natemare picked up the elbow length sheer black fingerless gloves and rolled them up Sean's arms. The way Natemare did it gave Sean goosebumps, but Natemare didn't react to it. Holding out his wrists, he waited patiently as Natemare cuffed his wrists and ankles with thick black leather cuffs with a long golden chain between them to allow him to walk and spread his hands out only so far. Collecting the black leather collar, Natemare took his time buckling it to him before clipping the extremely thin silver chain to the golden ring at his throat.

Giving him the long rope of silver chain to hold onto, Natemare moved to the box to pull out some makeup. Sean chuckled to himself, but Natemare told him around a brush handle he put between his teeth. "Indulge me. Close your eyes and tilt her head back." Sean obeyed, trying not to let himself on how close Natemare was. How warm his breath was. How it smelled of blackberries and rum. Natemare outlined the edges over his eyes in slow strokes that felt strangely intimate in this context. It felt like warm paint that he was putting on him, but it was pleasant. After a minute, he told him distantly. "Open your eyes and look up." Sean again obeyed, then frowned as he told Natemare. "Dark really needs to paint the ceiling. It's chipping from the heat in here." Natemare stopped working to pull the brush away and then let himself laugh. Trying to compose himself, he tried to finish his work, as he replied. "You be sure to tell him that." Sean smirked, trying not to laugh and screw up Natemare's makeup job. Just when he finished, Verine burst into the room, asking impatiently. "Is he ready yet?" Stepping back, Natemare tossed the makeup into the box, answering excitedly. "I think so. What do you think?"

Verine rolled his eyes, starting to say. "I think he's about an hour late. What have you been..." Verine trailed off when he saw him. His eyes looking over him closely from head to toes, before breathlessly muttering out. "Fuck me... If I didn't know better, I'd swear he was a virgin in that getup. How did you make his eyes so... innocent looking?" Natemare touched Sean's cheekbone, telling Verine simply. "Accented the eyes in this black tar paint. Makes the eyes glossy and with blue eyes like his. The color radiates against the black. Makes his eyes look bigger and brighter." Verine circled around him, whistling before he purred out. "Oh, sweet hell... Gonna have a lot of these demons jazzing as you walk down the fucking isle. It's gonna be a mess in there..." Sean blushed a deep red, clutching the rope chain tighter. Moving away, Natemare asked Verine. "Is Dark ready?" Verine couldn't look away from Sean, upon answering distantly. "Ya. He's the one getting impatient. Worried Sean was purring to you like a cat in heat... Which I wouldn't mind watching now." Natemare swapped Verine's ass, ordering firmly. "Go! Tell them we are ready." Verine licked his tongue over his fangs as he nodded. Reluctantly forcing himself to walk away.

Taking the rope chain from him, Natemare whispered over his ear. "Remember. These demons need to believe that you fear their king and that you submit to his control and power. Otherwise... they might think that if YOU can defy him that they can." Sean nodded, gulping his fears and anxieties down. He could feel himself starting to shake but was trying to hide it. Unraveling the chain out until Natemare was a good distance ahead of him, Natemare turned and slowly started to lead him out into the hallway. Natemare led him down the stairs, the uproar from the demons outside drew Sean's attention to an imps that were hovering around with a camera aimed at him. Natemare walked him down a hallway that Sean had seen many times but had never gone down. There were many rooms and halls in Dark's castle that he feared going without him. As they ventured down the hallway, Sean forced himself to breathe as the sounds of heavy drums started up. Natemare waited for two heavy doors to open, then winked at him before walking inside. Sean's heart pounded hard, and his blood rushed in his ears. He didn't know what to expect and he felt too needy to do this. When the chain tightened, Sean forced himself to take a step toward the open doors.

Stepping around to stand in the open doorway, the drums stopped, and the room fell into a dead silence. The room was designed like a massive ballroom with a glass dome over the room. The glass dome changed from images of sunsets and sunrises that filled the room with a warm cozy glow. There were chairs and booths set up throughout the room. All the demons looked to be the highest class of Dark's demons. They were dressed nicely but had unwilling vessels or imps as companions. They looked cruel and evil in nature. Looking him over, some drooled while others grabbed the crotch of their pants with approving expressions. They eyed him like a piece of meat they wanted to shred between their sharp teeth. It made him so uncomfortable to see their predatory faces. He struggled to look straight down the bloodred carpet that smelled over fresh blood, until he saw what was at the end. Far down the aisle before a stone wall with curtains of rippling fire silk was a gorgeous throne unlike any Sean had ever seen. It was huge and intimating. Decorated with the skulls of creatures that Sean couldn't identify around its base. The black leather crested with stunning silver that was polished to a neon white that sparkled. All over banners hung with the bull's head symbol.

Sitting lazily in the throne, Sean swallowed at the sight of Darkiplier. He barely recognized him. Dark's wore what looked like half-plate armor that protected one of his broad shoulders. His skin was pure grey, and his lower half was adorned in a pure black silk loincloth that had a large blue and red gem stitched into the lacy design of a bull's head at his waist. His exposed strong grey thighs were painted in strange runic symbols down to his thick black hooves that tapped the heads of skulls at the base of his throne. Dark's face was shrouded from him with a striking jet-black helmet that took on the head of a bull, but the beautiful black horns that protruded from the helmet were Dark's own. His fiery blue and red eyes shining through the eyes of the bull mask, until Sean was breathless by the look of him. He looked like a warlord or a dark god. Heat puffed through the nostrils of the bull mask and Sean shivered from the image that gave him. Standing half-way down the aisle, Natemare called out to Darkiplier. "My Lord of Pride! I bring you the mortal that offers himself to you. Body and soul!" The higher demons smirked, flashing doubtful looks with each other. One of the demons to the right, muttered out loud enough for Sean to catch on purpose. "Last vessel to offer themselves to Dark ended up fucked by the whole garrison."

The demon next to the first, retorted in a chuckle. "I hear he'll fuck this one and turn him into a slave in his household for his imps to play with. I can see why he led this one on." Rising from his throne, Dark's voice was deep and commanding when ordered. "Very well. Bring him closer." Natemare started moving, pulling Sean down the aisle. With every step, Sean felt the warm wet carpet squish between his toes. It was fun to press his bare feet into, but when he glanced down, he saw his feet were stained in bright red blood. As he walked, Sean spotted Salazar among the crowd. He was in his human form with a snakehead. His long tongue flicking out with gleaming eyes. Natemare stopped a few feet from Dark, announcing to the others mostly. "Anti has offered up his own vessel as a... peace offering between your realms. You've spent time with him on your tour... Now we request an answer. "Will you accept this flavorful offer?" The demons whispered amongst themselves, until Dark lifted a hand and teased back. "Give him to me. I'll fuck him and let you know after." The demons burst into uproarious laughter, but Sean could only meekly blush a bright red. He understood why Dark was doing this. It was an act. A show of power and dominance among his demons. Yet, it still made him feel uneasy. He wasn't sure that he liked Dark talking about him like this.

Tossing the rope chain to Dark, who caught it, Natemare bowed and shot back with a grin. "Go ahead. Just be gentle with the lad. Should you refuse, I'll need him back." Backing away, Natemare managed to whisper over his shoulder in passing. "Make him look good, kid." Sean watched Natemare walk away, before the chain tensed and Dark growled out to him. "You put on a good show in Lust's realm. And I am highly tempted... but even as Anti's vessel... to bind myself to you... you'll have to offer more than your body and soul." Dark pulled the chain, drawing Sean to inch closer to him. Taking his time, Sean shrugged out in a mousy voice that was more from the pheromones in him than an attest to his acting skill. "What more can I offer a demon king like you?" Another snort of heat burst through the nostrils of the mask, before Dark pulled him up close and answered in the deepest and spine melting voice he'd heard to date. "I want to own you... body, mind, soul, and heart. I want to see if I can... breed you. Right here." There came soft chatter from the crowd and Sean licked his dry lips. Dark had cleverly set up how he'd showcase his reason for keeping him. Demons didn't have sex with demons to procreate... but if Dark did it and succeeded, then to them Dark would be pretty Prideful and gutsy to try such a thing. Raising his cuffed wrists, Sean pet the cold metal nose of the bull helmet, stating back with a lightheaded eagerness. "It may take me a few tries, but... for you... I'll serve you well."

Sean tried not to smile as he saw Dark's shocked face behind the helmet. What did he think he'd say to that? Did he assume that he'd stay quiet and just let Dark do all the talking? That wouldn't do for Anti's vessel. Pushing on the big nose of the bull helmet, Sean got Dark to drop back down onto his throne. Although, to anyone else watching, it just looked like Dark dropped down into his seat on his own. Resting his arms on the arms of the throne, Dark coaxed him with his fingers, telling him playfully. "Very well. Serve me." This time Sean did smile with embarrassment. Wedging a leg between Dark's, Sean dropped elegantly to his knees. Dark stiffened and the crowd sputtered with shock. He'd never done this to Dark and from the sounds of the crowd... no one that offered themselves to him before had done this either. Pushing the loincloth away, Sean nestled closer to Dark's hips and purred up to him. "As you wish, my king." Dark's hooves shifted till he was bracing them on the fine edge of his hooves. He looked both concerned and truly excited for what Sean was going to do. Leaning over Dark more, Sean whispered in a voice low enough for only Dark to hear. "Forgive me. I'm... I'm not ready to... with them watching..."

Dark's eyes took in the room, before he relaxed. His hand reached out to stroke his cheek as he purred to him fearlessly. "Take your time. Keep your eyes on me." Dark's hands made a show of running through his hair, but in reality, what he was doing was covering his ears. Allowing Sean to block them out and he focused on sliding his mouth down the girthy shaft of Dark's hard cock. He was too nervous to have sex with Dark. He needed to buy himself time to get comfortable with this and this was all he could think of. Which he was glad he did, because the close contact with Dark was helping him find his courage. Which he was going to need if he was going to get through these next few hours.  To Be Continued...