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Mammon slinks to the ground, face practically glowing in his embarrassment. "This... This is ridiculous, you can't make THE Mammon wear... wear bunny ears!"
You raise a single eyebrow, head tilting to take him in. He talks a big game, talks even more shit, but those pants do nothing to hide how fucking hard he is. You crook a finger, watching him scoff before shuffling closer on his knees, eyes determinedly pointed away from you.
You grab his jaw, digging in hard enough to bruise had he been human, and making him face you; his eyes are wide, mouth dropped open (to protest? to complain? to beg?) and you stuck two fingers of your free hand between his lips, smiling as he seemed to instinctively suck on the digits. His face seemed to flush further - if that was even possible - the moment he realised what he'd done and he tried to pull back, stopped by the iron grip on his jaw.
Your voice was soft when you spoke. "If you keep talking shit, I'll stuff that cute little ass of yours with the bunny tail and make you beg for every orgasm I'll tear from you." Mammon's eyes seemed to haze, as if picturing the scenario.
"I- I don't-"
"Don't what? Hmm? Don't want to be a good boy or don't know if you want to be a slut?"
The whimper gets caught in his throat, his eyes wide as he stares blankly at you. "You can't just- I'm Mammon! The Avatar of Greed! You can't-"
You rolled your eyes, standing and pushing Mammon against the bed, pinning his head down with one hand and running your other over his ass. "Let's say... 10 spanks. Just cause I'm sick of listening to your bullshit. Count them."
Your hand comes down quickly, making him yelp and jerk your grip, hands fisting the sheets. His breaths deepen considerably as he stammers out, "O-One."
"So you can listen, that's good to know." Smack! "Maybe we can have some real fun tonight, hmm?"
He flinches at your words but doesn't respond, choosing instead to count - "T-Two." - and there's a quiet sense of pride that fills you.
The smacks continue, slowly accompanied by Mammon's whimpers as he grinds against the bed. You hear his quiet moans as you stop, slowly running a hand over the reddened skin. When he's relaxed enough, you work the little cottontail in, making him practically melt against the sheets with a whimper. "Feel like being a good little bunny now?"
He nods slowly, leaning back off the bed to look up at you, eyes shining with unshed tears. He gnaws at his lips a moment, looking away. "Can I... I want to..."
You chuckle, taking pity on him and relaxing on the edge of the bed. "You open this zipper with your teeth and I'll let you have your fill all damn night. Go on then, I'm waiting."
He hesitates, leaning forward to catch the zipper between his teeth when you turn the vibration of his tail on. Blue-gold eyes widen in shock, mouth dropping open as his eyes roll back.
Before he can slump against you, you grab him by the hair, tilting his head back so he looks at you. "I thought you wanted to eat up. Hmm? Why'd you stop?"
He chokes out a gasp as the vibrations grow stronger. "Please... I c-can't- I can't fff-focus. Please, mercy."
"I'll think about mercy when I cum. So get to it, bunny bitch."