"Yeah. I'm wrapping a present for him."

Flug looked Demencia up and down. She had began to tie a ribbon around her chest and across her hips. The ribbon was a deep red color, and made of satin.

"...and why come in here to do that?" He questioned, every now and then glancing at the ribbon constricting her movement.

"I need your help. I want you to string me from the ceiling in his office."

The doctor laughed loudly, even faking wiping a tear from his goggles, "Now why the hell would I do that?"

Demencia glared at him, then looked past him to see his model plane currently being put together. Flug stepped into her view, "No." He spread his arms apart, an attempt at protecting it.

"Then you need to help tie me up!" She stamped her foot on the ground.

"Sorry. I'd rather burn this plane than get caught helping you with this... scheme of yours."

Demencia sighed. She hobbled out the room, and slowly made her way up the grand staircase leading to his room. She made sure he'd be out today so she'd have enough time to do this. The occasion?

Nothing. Demencia just wanted to surprise him. He deserved to be treated nicely once in a while. He constantly barked at her about being annoying but this never stopped her. She took it as a cry for affection.

Demencia stepped up into his room then began to wrap herself up tightly, her chest slightly protruding through the ribbon's tight hold. She frowned, then wrapped some more around herself. It eventually became a slight mound and she was content with it. It was her attempt at showing that she didn't want to lay his eggs... yet.

"Bunch of idiots..." A familiar raspy voice echoed from down the hall. The hybrid scanned the room for a place to hide. She could maneuver herself onto the ceiling, her hands and feet were still uncovered. Demencia quickly, yet carefully scooted herself along the wall and attempted to hold onto the ceiling. Its slightly dusty state became an issue as her hands began to slip. She was going to fall.

On her way down, she knocked into the ceiling fan present in the room. A loop of ribbon caught on it as she dangled from above the carpet below.

Demencia struggled to escape, yet nothing budged. Black Hat had just happened to be opening the door at that same time.

"H-hey!" She grinned, attempting to start conversation. He only narrowed his eyes at the sight before him.

"What are you doing in here? And why are you hung on the fan?"

Demencia gave him a look of helplessness. He clicked his tongue and walked towards her bound figure. Her eyes followed his movements. Was he going to actually help her down?

Black Hat reached up with a tendril and looped it around the ribbon. He placed her face first on the ground, then stepped over her body. The eldritch then removed his coat, tossing it over to his desk.

"Thanks!" She smiled, then rolled over onto her back. To her surprise, he was now towering over her. Her eyes met his for a second before he looked away.

"Again, why are you here?"

Demencia stuck her lower lip out, "Because you deserve it."

"Deserve this? Deserve helping you down from the ceiling fan?"

"No... I was gonna..."

"Gonna what?" His face twisted slightly.

She looked away, just like how he had a few seconds ago.

"Are you gonna answer me today, or next year? It doesn't bother me."

Demencia attempted to sit up in her bounded form, only to fall back onto the ground. She began to gnaw and chew on the ribbon. Black Hat stood, completely unamused by the unflattering event unfolding before him. He did take joy in watching her struggle...

Demencia curled into a C shape as she attempted to stretch the ribbon to its breaking point. Black Hat suddenly squatted down over her struggling figure and pressed his palm against the side of her face. She cut her eyes towards him, trying to look while her face was mushed into the ground.

He bent down and gave her cheek a long lick, which paralyzed her.

"Huh?" Demencia turned but was stopped with the same hand to her cheek. A wild blush now accompanied her face while she lie on the floor. Black Hat smirked, enjoying the reaction. He stayed crouched, and began to trace her body through the ribbon.

"W-what are you doing?" She whispered. He didn't utter a word. Her eyes darted around the room as if she'd been watching a fly. The assassin was trying to not think about what was happening. Yes, she enjoyed it very much but it was most likely just some prank of Black Hat's... was he even in the right state of mind? How much poison had he drank today?

"I always find myself thinking about you. How do you manage to be so repulsive, but at the same time so alluring?" Black Hat mumbled as he flicked his tongue.

"Alluring?" She questioned, her face still smushed against the carpet of his room. Her heart skipped a beat as he traced over her waist.

"Yes."

Demencia blinked. He called her alluring? She recalled herself googling the word a long time ago. He thought she was... attractive? As much as she wanted to just leap up and peck his cheek one million times, a thought came to mind.

"I have to go, Black Hat. I have to go slice a hero's throat. Night Owl rented me out for the night."

Black Hat cursed under his breath, "Why night? Isn't it usually during the day so everyone can see you do it?"

"I'm confused too..." Demencia furrowed her brows.

"I'll tell him you're already doing work for someone else"

"...who?" She whispered to him.

Black Hat grinned salaciously, the corners of his smile extending past his eyes. Demencia's eyes widened.

"Who do I get to kill?" She got excited, shuffling underneath his hold.

He resisted facepalming, "You're not gonna be killing anyone." He returned his gaze to her face. She cut her eyes at him, her cheek slightly blocking her vision.

Black Hat's green saliva still coated the side of her face and refused to dry. Demencia's gaze never left his stern face.

He released her face. She lifted up her head and there was a visible mark left by the carpet on the right side of her face.

"What's attractive about me?" Demencia grinned. She was going to get something out of this moment, even if he acted like nothing happened afterwards. Black Hat scanned her body.

"You have child bearing hips."

"Hips. You like my hips? Really? I thought you'd say my boobs look sexy or something. You're really old fashioned."

Black Hat glanced at her chest, which was currently being restrained by the ribbon. He ejected a claw, then sliced through the ribbon. She looked at his expression, looking for anything behind his poker face.

Demencia quickly took this as a chance to shimmy out her arms, but was held down by Black Hat. She growled at him, showing her teeth. He rolled his eyes and grabbed onto her zipper.

"H-hey wait! I'm--"

Black Hat yanked down the zipper and exposed her bare chest. He blinked, surprised she didn't have anything on. It was also the first time he'd seen her bare chest. He'd seen many in his lifetime... it was just a pleasant surprise.

"...not wearing a bra." She finished, face extremely red. Her eyes stared into his. Black Hat parted from their shared stares to glance at her tits. They were pierced. Expected.

"May I?" He raised a gloved hand.

Demencia looked over at his raised hand and nodded. Black Hat placed it gingerly on her chest and squeezed slightly. The pierced nipple became erect under his touch. The cold steel could be felt through the fabric of his glove. He licked his lips.

Demencia eyes lidded slightly and she parted her lips. Black Hat lowered down onto her from a squat and straddled the hips he loved so much. She bit her lip as his grip on her breast became more aggressive.

"Why are you doing this? I thought you didn't like anyone like this..." Demencia said sheepishly.

Black Hat stayed quiet, knowing it was for the best. He definitely wasn't using her, he just didn't actually love anyone. Yes, he had supposed soft spots, but never love.

He glanced back up at her eyes to meet her stare. They watched each other's gazes. Black Hat suddenly lunged forward and moved his lips against hers. Demencia melted into the kiss, feeling his serpentine tongue force it's way into her mouth. Their muscles fought against one another, entangling and swapping spit. His green drool now accompanied the area around her mouth. She moaned into the kiss, wanting to rub her hands along his body. Her arms were still being restrained by the ribbon.

Black Hat pulled away, allowing her to breath. A string of saliva connected the two still. Demencia panted slightly. He cupped her face in his gloved hands. She nuzzled into them, looking up at him.

He dove back in, this time only placing kisses on her lips. She returned them gingerly. Black Hat glanced down at her chest and began to squish them together. Her face slowly retrogressed to it's red shade. Out of embarrassment, she turned her head to the side. He forced her to look back up, wanting to see her face still. The hybrid's eyes trailed down to her own chest as he played with them. Black Hat slid his thumbs over both of her nubs which earned a soft sigh from her.

"I don't know why I'm so embarrassed right now. I guess I'm just not used to this..." She giggled. He could only grin in response to her rambling.

Demencia pressed her thighs tightly against one another as an attempt to alleviate the pulsing sensation that began between her legs. Black Hat caught notice of this and slowly trailed a claw down from her chest to her crotch area. He tore a line in the ribbon, completely revealing her torso and upper thigh area. Her legs were still tightly bound.

He tore the red satin away to show her regular clothes. After, he zipped her shirt all the way down to expose her toned stomach. It glistened slightly with her sweat. Demencia's abs flexed as she arched her back, pressing her groin against his. The overwhelming want to be against him was killing her and she couldn't hold back. They'd gotten so far. She didn't want to lose this. Black Hat pressed her back down onto the carpet below them.

He lowered down to her ear, "I'm not going anywhere." Chills ran down her spine as she slacked her shoulders.

Black Hat removed his jacket before her, stripping down to his vest. She looked awe-stricken. He smiled eeriely before setting his coat to the side. Thin gloved fingers returned to her hips then began to caress them. Her curves dipped into her waist and reappeared at the swell of her bust. He took it in, his tongue thrumming the inside of his mouth. Demencia was a wonder. A thought came to mind.

"So, what are your experiences with partners usually like?" He wanted to boast about how much better he would do.

"Partners? Oh... I guess they'd be like you?" She smiled innocently. Black Hat, puzzled, furrowed his brows. Then his eyes widened. The same thin fingers on her sides reached up to zip her shirt back up.

"What are you doing? I thought we were doing good!" Demencia said, disappointed. He squinted at her, as if trying to look through her, "I don't want to be your first."

"That's... hurtful. Do you know how many people I've turned down for you?" The hurt was evident in her eyes. He bit his tongue.

"Fine. Fine. I'll just go..." The bright-haired girl sighed and shimmied out of the cut ribbon with great effort. Black Hat scooted out of her way so she could sit up properly. Demencia glanced at him sadly before turning the knob.

...

...!

He had snaked a hand around her waist and held her against him. She snuggled into the hold, inhaling his scent of roses. He always smelled amazing. Steady breaths could be heard coming from him. Demencia looked up and met his gaze, eyes locked onto one another. Small hands traveled along Black Hat's sides as he caressed hers.

"Please..." She whispered. The silence was almost unbearable. She wanted him to say something. Anything. Whenever he was quiet she could tell he was thinking. And he was almost never quiet. Was he angry at her?

"I said no." It seemed like he had struggled to say that.

"But you're holding me like this..." Demencia mumbled, placing both her hands over his. "How am I supposed to go anywhere?"

Black Hat could already feel her rubbing against his lower region. She wasn't sneaky. Demencia shuffled in her spot against him. The eldritch seethed and thrusted her off of him, pointing to the door. She sadly hung her head and took a few steps towards the huge doors.

She was snatched back into his grasp then thrusted back onto the carpet. Demencia smiled wide and moved her legs apart. Black Hat rose her up off the carpet, her lower half now hovering above the flooring. He reached down, sliding off her top in one swift motion and discarded it over his shoulder. Her chest popped free once more, the excited grin on her face growing bigger by the second.

"Aw, you really do wanna fuck me!"

"Don't say it like that."

"But isn't that what's happening?" Demencia cocked her head to the side.

Black Hat gave her a look.

"Fine fine. Just promise you won't go easy on me."

He rose a brow, unsure of whether or not she was making a smart decision. Black Hat brushed it off for later, then placed his hands flush against her waist.

"Oh! Your hands are cold!" Demencia smiled. "When did your gloves come off?"

Black Hat was beginning to become irritated by her constant conversation. Wasn't there something else she was supposed to be doing? He formed a tendril, a smirk on his face.

"What's that for?" She asked, nodding towards the tendril swaying in the air behind him.

"Say 'ah'."

"Ah--!" Demencia parted her lips only to have the appendage thrusted deep into her mouth, it wriggled around, rendering her silent. She gasped, eyes fluttering and the corners of her mouth turning up. Her tongue rolled around the tendril as it moved against her own movements. She moaned against it, the familiar coldness competing with the warmth of her mouth.

Black Hat hissed, feeling what his extension felt. He clenched his teeth as she began to swallow against the length in her throat. The tendril worked itself more, reveling in the heat she had been giving off. The eldritch allowed her to continue pleasing him by the tendril, and began to work with the rest of her clothing.

He slipped off her pleated skirt, then her leggings. As she got the foot out of one, she began to squirm.

"What is it now?" Black Hat huffed.

Gurgling.

Irritated, he retracted the tendril from her mouth. She wheezed, air flooding her needy lungs.

"Oh. I forgot. Sorry." Black Hat deadpanned, beginning to make the tendril disappear. Demencia stopped it with her hand, grabbing it near the middle.

"No! Put it back in!"

"Are you crazy? You were about you suffocate!"

She growled at it, tugging on it aggressively.

"Stop it! I can feel that!" He snapped, slapping her hands away. Demencia pouted, crossing her arms.

"Fine, you want it so bad? Have it..." Black Hat chuckled, yanking her closer by the wrist. She came up along with it. The tendril extended and wrapped around her neck and tightened slightly. Demencia rose a brow, disappointed.

He tested the waters, tightening the grip even harder than he had before, visibly starting to restrict her airflow. She nodded, a struggled sigh escaping her lips. Black Hat conjured up another black tendril, using that one to hook onto her underwear and pull them down. He licked his lips as her mound was revealed to him. Demencia was visibly worked up and the needy look in her eyes was practically begging for him to just get it over with.

Black Hat's serpentine tongue rolled out, wriggling against her soft skin. He placed his tongue on the folds of her cunt, tracing just around the entrance and her clit to tease her more. She bit her lip, struggling and bucking her hips into his face. His tendrils came around to keep her at bay, forcing her torso down and her along with it. Her head flew backwards as he forced her down rather roughly onto the carpet below. He smirked at her surprised reaction, continuing to prod his tongue just above her clit. Demencia released a choked moan, toes curling as he teased her mercilessly. His long tongue pressed flush against her lips, causing her to jerk under his tight hold.

Demencia gasped, his tongue suddenly dipping into her. It pushed into her, pressing against her walls and making her tremble. Her juices leaked steadily out of her cunt, of which Black Hat licked up with ease. He rose up from her swollen pussy, observing it for a moment before parting his lips to reveal his toothy green. She shivered, arousal washing over her.

He removed the tendril from around her neck, coming to her side and licking her cheek. Demencia felt her lip quivering, trying to say anything at the moment felt impossible. Black Hat readied two fingers, showing her them first. She rose a brow. He trailed them down her stomach then across her mound, then straight into her. His fingers spread her apart, making a scissoring motion with them before curling them up.

"B-Black Hat!" Demencia whimpered, panting and looking into his eyes. He stared straight into hers, his gaze almost hypnotizing. She felt as if she was under his spell, suddenly relaxing into him. Black Hat put one arm under her as a support, and continued to work with the other. She opened her legs farther, allowing him to go deeper. He began to do a 'come hither' motion, just barely grazing a spot within her. Demencia's breath hitched as she started to roll her hips into his hand, a smile now on her face.

"You keep c-catching me off guard!" She said breathlessly, brows furrowing as if she were concentrating.

He removed his fingers, chuckling at her disappointment. He put them up to his lips, sucking her taste off of them. Demencia watched, growing even more impatient. She wriggled out of the tentacle around her body, coming to up sitting on her knees. Black Hat smiled, rising up and taking a seat over on the couch in his room. Demencia looked him up and down, studying how dressed he still was. She frowned.

"Are you gonna take something off?" She asked, carefully standing up to take a seat beside him.

Black Hat eyed her before reaching to undo his tie, following it with his vest. She watched eagerly, rubbing her thighs together. He rose a brow.

"Come on," he gestured to his lap. Demencia beamed, crawling onto his form and straddling his hips. Suddenly, her face fell.

"What's the matter, hm?" Black Hat feigned ignorance.

"Ah... I--" She paused, readjusting herself and feeling her face become hotter. He moved his hips against Demencia, making her bite her lip. She looked down at the lump in his pants, slowly grinding against it.

"Now keep undressing me... don't stop moving," Black Hat ordered, a trail of green drool now falling from his wide smile. She nodded.

Her fingers moved towards his vest, moving it down his arms since it was already undone. He finished taking it off, leaving her to do his shirt. She exhaled, feeling her clit pulse against the pressure against it.

Deft fingers carefully undid each button of his red shirt, revealing more and more of his dark gray skin. Demencia breathed heavily, heart pounding like a drum inside her chest. His toned abs were soon exposed. She hesitantly grazed her fingers against them, now grinding against his erection with a desire. Black Hat sighed, his tentacle squirming within his pants helplessly.

She finally finished unbuttoning is shirt, then grabbed onto his shoulders as she gyrated on top of his bulge. Black Hat sat his hands on her hips, rendering her immobile for the moment. Demencia looked up at him with a pout.

"You didn't finish..." He nodded down towards the zipper of his pants.

Demencia didn't even think twice before reaching down and undoing the zipper. With another tug his twisting and wiggling member was out. She watched it move, her cunt only throbbing more. Black Hat relaxed into the couch, resting on the armrest.

She used a hand to pump it slowly, feeling it wiggle in her hold. It was cold. She thumbed the tip before raising up a leg, and pressing it against her entrance with a hiss. Black Hat growled softly as she moved against his cock, now teasing him. Demencia smiled, hungrily staring at it as she began to fully insert it.

His thick cock spread her wet lips open, sliding into her and with ease. She gasped, moaning softly as it came to a stop. Her cunt clenched around him, making him grunt. Black Hat thrusted up into her, making her tits bounce slightly. She panted, feeling completely filled up with his cock. Not to mention how much he was stretching out her cunt. With every light pump her walls twitched around him.

Instead of being below, Black Hat turned them over to where Demencia was now on her back against the couch. She swept her bangs out of her face, looking up at him expectantly. He thrusted into her, testing the waters, then pulled out. Then thrusted back into her, deeper this time and making her tremble. Black Hat leaned further over her, grabbing her hands by the wrists and forcing them over her head.

His tentacle dick slipped out once more only to pound back into her throbbing cunt. She suddenly cried out, legs shaking. Black Hat thrusted deep into her at a faster pace, rutting against her. Demencia moaned, feeling her pussy tighten around him involuntarily. He felt her go still then suddenly jerk as she was taken by a powerful orgasm that struck her soundless. Her eyes rolled up as her walls squeezed his cock, forcing him to cum. Black Hat hissed, just barely getting in a few more thrusts before he became undone. His seed shot deep into her, cold and excessive. He continued to fuck her slowly, riding out the rest of his own orgasm. She was still recovering and shaking slightly with every push.

Black Hat remained inside of her for a few moments before pulling out and looking at the mess he made.

"I can't feel anything," she whispered, letting her arms fall.

"My fault, it'll go away soon," he told her, while putting his clothes back on.

"Thank you."

Black Hat glanced at her, then quickly looked away.

"For what?"

"It was great," Demencia smiled, still a little delirious.

He sat up to fetch his coat, and pulled it onto his arms. There was then a ringing noise, and the clicking of the phone running towards Black Hat. He picked it up off the hook, holding it to the side of his head. There were chatter noises. Demencia attempted to listen.

"She's busy tonight. She'll be there tomorrow," Black Hat spoke. There was some sound of objection but he simply hung up the phone. The phone skittered away.

"It was Night Owl. He was asking about you."

"I told you," she said, attempting to sit up, but felt his cum begin to leak out of her. Demencia blinked, quickly standing and clamping her legs shut.

"Come back when you're done," Black Hat mumbled as she left the room to clean up in the bathroom.