Rick/Morty rp with Ember and Ry (Demon Rick)

It had been several months since Rick and Morty's first meeting. The small boy was the only person able to see the demon, so his parents assumed Rick was merely an imaginary friend. Morty had an active imagination and didn't have many friends at kindergarten, so it was easy for them to believe that he had his own imaginary companion to fill the void of real ones.

Unexplained phenomenon happened around the house whenever Rick decided to pay the family a visit. Such as things flying off of shelves, doors opening on their own and slamming shut, lights going out, and even objects going missing. Rick harbored a strong dislike for Jerry, so Rick would sometimes cause him moderate physical harm or deliberately mess up his Legos and break his collectibles. Morty's parents often blamed the child for things that went wrong along the house, such as broken objects like vases and glass. However, whenever Morty would try to explain that Rick was the culprit, it only frustrated them, and as a result he was always sent to his room.

Whenever Rick wasn't wreaking havoc around the house, he would talk and play with Morty. His appearances were very erratic. Sometimes he was around for a whole week, and sometimes he was around only once or twice a month. On this particular night, it had been two weeks since his last meeting with Morty. The little boy in question was fast asleep in his bed, and Rick made sure his parents were in bed before making his way to his room.

The door to Morty's bedroom slowly opened as if a wind had blown it open, the mischievous demon teleporting to the side of his bed. He looked down at his sleeping face, shaking the boy's shoulder to rouse him from his sleep. "M-Morty. Morty, wake up." His voice could only be heard by Morty, so it always appeared he was talking to himself whenever anyone listened in. "C'mon, h-hey, get up, kid. Time to get up." Rick was well aware that Morty had school in the morning and his parents would be upset if he was out of bed, but he loved making him misbehave.








"Mm..." Caught in the deepest slumber, Morty moaned in protest and turned over to present his back, hiding his face under his arms. "Uh-uh..." It took him a long minute to process the voice beside him, the gears in his head turning slowly. When it all finally connected and he understood, he rolled back over and peeled his eyelids open, blinking to clear bleary vision. "Oh," he breathed, smiling warmly. "S-Sorry, Rick, I didn't..." A yawn. "Nngh. I didn't know it was-- was you."

He pushed up to sit properly, knuckles rubbing into his eyes. "Rick, 's... 's nighttime, okay? Mom'll get really mad at me, I'm not supposed to be, um... I'm supposed to be sleeping." The boy shrugged, glancing at the open doorway. If his parents heard him up at this hour, he'd be in deep trouble. "Can you come back in the morning, pretty please?"







Damn, this kid was cute. He was going to be such a sexy little bride when he got older. "No can do, Morty," Rick shook his head. "I'm only-- Morty, I'm only gonna be here for a couple hours, I'm not even gonna be here in the morning! I wanna, I wanna play with you, Morty. Y-You haven't seen me in a long time, right? Don't you wanna make up for all those days we couldn't play together? D-Didn't you miss your 'ol friend, Rick?" C'mon, I-- I've got a new game I wanna try. It's gonna be a lot of fun, Morty."

Rick walked over to the open door, the sound of footsteps nonexistent under his feet. "Y-You don't wanna just-- just lay in bed when we could be having fun, do you, Morty?" It wasn't difficult to pressure a child, but Rick had the ability to convince even the most hard-headed adults. "I-- I promise, Morty. I promise your parents won't find out."








Exhausted, Morty hunched forward, elbows resting on his thighs. "Yeah... I did miss you a-- a lot, Rick. Where did you go this time?" Though he had never quite come to expect Rick's visits, since they were so unpredictable, he'd certainly go through phases where the creature's disappearance affected him to the point of concern from his parents. They didn't understand, though. Rick was his best friend.

He heaved a sigh, swinging his legs over the side of the bed and hopping down. Hair mussed from tossing and turning and eyes still squinted, he dragged his feet towards the door to follow him. "Oh... Okay. Maybe for a l-little while." He'd perked up a little at the mention of a game; those were always hard to pass up. "What kinda game, Rick?"








Rick ignored the first question, leading the boy out into the hallway. The house was completely dark with the exception of the glow from a few nightlights in the halls. It was very dim, but just bright enough to see.

Without warning, Rick grabbed Morty by the underarms and lifted him up, sitting him on the half-wall next to the staircase. "S-Stand up on here, Morty," he instructed, running down the steps without a sound. He stood below the boy on the first floor, hands on his hips as he smiled up at him. "A-Alright, Morty. Just-- just stand up, up there. And then you're gonna jump, and then-- and then something neat is gonna happen, Morty! You gotta trust me."








"Uhn! Hah!" Morty barely suppressed a giggle at being lifted up; he always forgot how strong Rick was, how much easier being lifted was compared to his father's efforts. As Rick dashed down the stairs, he followed instruction and rose up on legs that felt somewhat like jelly, peering down over the edge at his companion.

The uncertainty hit him suddenly. Frowning, Morty shook his head, squirming in place. "R-Rick, it's gonna... that's gonna be so bad," he complained softly, constantly lifting his head to peer toward his parent's room. "Please don't let bad things happen, okay?" Sucking in a deep breath, he straightened and squatted a bit, then pushed up and leapt off the edge, squeezing his eyes shut as he felt the rush of falling.

But the rush stopped too soon, and Morty was left too afraid to open his eyes. Breathing hard, he clenched tiny hands into fists at his sides and gulped. "Um... R-Rick?"






With a confident grin, Rick looked up at Morty, who was floating up in the air above him. It was like he was in a zero gravity environment. Being a demon, Rick had been growing stronger and stronger with every day he was in the house. Gathering energy with each visit and growing more powerful from the environment and people around him. Causing a small object to float was something any demon could do, but it required a great deal of power and strength to suspend a human child in midair-- much less hold him there and make a game out of it. In his own way, Rick was showing off.

Morty remained in the air for a few seconds before Rick decided to get him down. The boy slowly reached the floor, gently landing on his feet. "T-Told ya it'd be fun, Morty," he said with a smug grin. "W-Wanna do it again? Y-You can move around all you want-- do a flip or somethin', and you won't fall or anything."







Well, Rick wasn't wrong. Truth be told, Rick had never been wrong.

Morty opened his eyes when his feet touched down and immediately burst into laughter, though he realized he was producing too much noise and covered his mouth with a palm after a second. "Yeah! Y-Yeah!" Excited, he tripped over his own feet as he sped back upstairs, resuming his position and flying off the edge without hesitation, this time.

He tucked his small body and rolled in the air, then spread out his limbs and flipped. Grinning, he reached toward Rick on the ground, stretching a hand toward him and flexing his fingers-- he wanted to hold hands. "Rick, this is the b-best game ever! I-- I-- I'm flying!"







With an admiring smile, Rick took Morty's hand into his own. The child's hand was too small for their fingers to entertwine, so it looked like they were almost cupping each others' hands. Even though Rick was an abhorrently evil creature from the underworld, he had such a soft spot for this one single human.

"Y-You sure are, buddy," he encouraged, taking Morty's other hand into his own. Rick made it so that the brunette looked like he was standing in the air, their heights now matching. "Heh, y-you're as tall as me, huh? Y-You gonna be as tall as me when you're older, Morty?"






Something like anger crossed Morty's features, furrowing his brow and jutting his lower lip almost comically. "No!" He puffed up, squaring his shoulders and thrusting his chest out to appear just that much larger... which wasn't that large at all, clearly, no matter how hard he tried. "I'm gonna be /taller/."

Then the expression was wiped again as suddenly as it came in favor of a smile, dimples indenting deeply. He walked in the air and pulled on Rick's hands, turning them in a slow circle, back and forth, as though they were dancing. "I-- I missed you. My dad said... He said I'm not supposed to talk to you anymore because, um, you're a..." His nose wrinkled as he struggled for the word. "Fig-mint of my i-magic-nation."






Rick frowned at the mention of Jerry, though still humored the boy and moved about in an almost slow dance. He effortlessly kept the boy in the air, holding his small warm hands in his own. The entity pulled Morty closer, so their chests were only a few inches apart.

"Yeah, well-- y-your dad is a dumbshit. Don't listen to him." He talked smack about Jerry all the time, so it was nothing new for Morty to hear. "He's a-- a stupid asshole, you don't need to listen to him, Morty. Just-- just listen to your 'ol friend Rick, okay Morty? I-I'm not your imagination, I'm real as your mom and dad. T-They just don't believe in me, because they're not smart like you."







Morty made a funny little noise in the back of his throat as he swallowed another peal of laughter. 'Dumbshit' was always the funniest word, especially because his parents got so mad when he used it, too. "So they can't see you because-- because they don't believe in you?" He curled his arms inward, taking Rick's hands with them, and placed them against the demon's chest so he could lean forward and rest his head beneath the creature's chin.

"I wish they were smarter..." He took a moment to recover, breathing slowly with eyes half lidded, the inky black temptation of sleep still tugging at the corners of his vision. "I wish everyone was, so my class wouldn't make fun of me f-for talking about you."







Rick released one of his hands, running his fingers through soft, delicate brunette locks. Sensing that Morty was tired, he teleported them both up to his bedroom and took a seat on his bed. Lowering the boy down onto his lap, he petted back his silky hair and admired his sleepy eyes.

"No, Morty, they're-- they're all stupid, Morty. They don't deserve to know about me, like you do. T-They're beneath both of us, Morty. We're-- you're better than all of them, Morty. Who gives a shit if they don't like you? I'm the only one who knows how, how smart and beautiful and amazing you are, Morty. N-No one at your dumb school gets that. School is pointless anyway, Morty. I-it's, it's no good."






Rick's words gave him a sorely-needed boost of confidence. Delighted, Morty threw his arms around the other's neck and squeezed gently, grateful for his support. "Y-You're the best, Rick," he cooed, then leaned back again and tipped his head to one side so long fingers could continue playing with his hair. The motion was soothing and was quickly lulling him back to the dream world. He fought to stay awake and in the company of his friend.

"I'm really... I'm really gonna miss you when we move." He turned a little to nuzzle at Rick's hand, fueled by the innocent desire for closeness, warmth and security. "I hope you can come visit." He spoke as if he assumed Rick knew entirely about the situation.







Rick caressed Morty's warm cheek, gently running his hand up and down the side of his face before running his fingers through those soft, youthful locks. Demons were certainly not affectionate beings, but Rick planned to take Morty as his bride, so naturally he enjoyed having him close. He loved the warmth that the little child offered, how cute and lovely he was, how he looked up to Rick like he was an angel.

"Huh? What?" Rick looked down at him with a bit of concern. "W-What are you moving for?" Rick was attached to Morty, not the house. Therefore, it wouldn't be a problem to follow him wherever he was going. Although, on a new property, he would have to build up his strength again, which was a drag.







The answer came in the form of a small shrug. "I-I dunno the name of it. Dad knows. He said weird stuff keeps happening here and, um..." He turned completely on his side, curling up into a tight ball against Rick's chest, still seated in his lap. "He said we gotta move and that if I... if I don't stop throwing stuff at him, I gotta go to a special school for bad kids."

Morty closed his eyes and heaved a sigh, which made him sound far older than he was. "He didn't get hit for two weeks, though, so maybe he'll forget." Idly, the boy's fingers thrummed along Rick's forearm, testing the very real cords of muscle there.






Rick lied down on his back, pulling the boy down with him and letting him rest on top of him. Yeah, Jerry certainly was his most least favorite person in the house. Because he was starting to cause trouble for Rick, he considered killing him. Perhaps throw him down the stairs and make sure he broke his neck, or mess with the satellite so he could push him off the roof and down to his death. Or maybe he'd just start messing with only Jerry, make him seem crazy in front of Beth and Summer. Rick would have to sleep on it for now. It was a bother to build up his strength in a new environment, and he didn't like the sound of Morty getting sent away somewhere.

"Your dad sucks. I-I'll make sure you don't have to go to one of those dumb schools, Morty. So, s-so don't you even think about it. I'll take care of you, sweetheart, don't worry."







Morty hummed sweetly, pleased. He rested his head atop Rick's chest and beamed. "I know, Rick. Y-You always--" A door sounded down the hall and the child froze, eyes snapping open and the smallest squeak escaping his throat. If his parents found him up, he was dead. He was about to sit up and try to hide under the covers when another door sounded, followed by the distant flow of running water. It was just Beth emptying her bladder in the middle of the night.

Relieved, Morty relaxed again, melting against the creature and closing his eyes again. "Will you come back tomorrow too, pretty please?"







The boy's honest eagerness to see him again made him smile. Rick's charm was unmatched. "Maybe. W-We'll see. As for now, kid, I gotta get going. Catch ya later." Planting a kiss onto Morty's forehead, Rick disappeared, causing the boy to plop down onto his mattress. Just as quickly as Rick appeared, he was gone.




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"This one next, Rick!" The LEGO block went flying into the air, only to stop partway before reaching the carpet and floating slowly to land with the rest. Morty practically shrieked with laughter and tossed another above him, putting all his strength into the throw-- it didn't go very far, thanks to small arms. "Hahaha! Here, I-- oh."

He'd run out of blocks. Huffing a bit, he moved to his hands and knees and crawled over the short distance to where Rick sat, gathering the blocks that had ended up around him. "Okay, here, we can, um... we can try the blue ones, 'cos they look l-like your hair, so they're my favorite."






Rick was sitting cross-legged on the carpet, slouched over as he rested his elbows on his knees. "Uh, y-yeah, Morty. In a bit. I wanna talk to you about something right now, though." It was nice to see the little brunette smile and laugh, but Rick was growing extremely bored with the simple game.

"I wanna, wanna tell you something, Morty. C'mere." Rick held out his hand, gesturing for Morty to take it. "It's somethin'-- s-something serious, okay? So, you gotta listen."





Morty immediately sobered up, blinking a few times in rapid succession and tucking his hand in against Rick's palm. He shifted closer, taking a seat directly in front of him and tipping his head back so he could study the other's features. He knew that tone of voice-- it was the same one his father used right before one of his rambling speeches about behavioral issues.

"Okay," the child answered in his quietest voice, then bit his lip. Rick had his full attention.






"Y'know, Morty," Rick started, caressing the cheek that rested in his hand. "Y-You're, you're a good kid, y'know. You're great, Morty. And, and I wasn't plannin' on telling you this, but I figured you should know."

Rick removed his hand from Morty's face, taking the boy's hand into his own. "When you're older, Morty, on your sixteenth birthday, something-- something big is gonna happen. On the night you turn sixteen years old, I'm gonna take you as my bride. And I'm gonna take you home with me. W-We're gonna be married, Morty. And I'm gonna take you away from everything bad-- and it's just gonna be you and me."







"Bride?" Morty flexed his fingers in Rick's grasp and smiled. "Okay," he answered simply. Married wasn't entirely a foreign concept to him. He knew his mother and father got married, because that was a thing that people did when they cared about each other. Rick cared about him, so it made sense to his young mind.

"Where's your house, R-Rick?" He squirmed in place, eyes alight with excitement. "And, and, when do we come back?" Certainly if Rick took him away, he'd return him eventually. Otherwise, his parents would worry.







"Don't worry about that right now, Morty." He didn't expect the kid to understand that his home was down in the underworld, and he probably wouldn't be super happy about not being able to see his family again. Because Rick wasn't ever planning on taking him back to the surface world, not even for a short period of time.

"Just-- just think about you and me, Morty. We're gonna be married, and you're gonna be my-- my beautiful, sexy wife, Morty. We're gonna be happy in, in our nice big castle, and you can have anything you want, baby."







Now his LEGO game was truly forgotten. Mouth falling open, Morty sucked in an exaggerated gasp and crawled further forward, over the barrier of Rick's crossed legs and into his lap. He sat sideways, arms lifting so he could hold the demon's face. "You live in a /castle/? That's s-so cool, Rick! That's the coolest place ever to live!"

He withdrew his hands, curling them into fists and jabbing them into the air. "Can we have, um, knights a-and horses? You gotta have knights and horses for castles. Everybody at school is gonna be so jealous! But I'm not gonna let any of them visit because they're... because none of them are nice to me."







A smile tugged at the entity's lips, rather pleased that this was going so well. He was going to take Morty as his bride whether he liked it or not, but it was still nice that he was so enthusiastic about it.

Rick wrapped his arms around the small child, pulling him in against his chest. "S-Sure, Morty. W-Whatever you want." In Hell, the horses were skeletal and covered in flames, but he'd omit that little detail for now. "A big castle with, uh, with knights and horses, just for you and me. A-And none of those little shitbirds at school are allowed in. They, they'll get their asses kicked if they even come close to our castle. Everyone is gonna-- gonna be nice to you there. Gonna treat you really good. No one's gonna be mean to you or I'll-- I'll shove a pitchfork up their ass."







The word 'pitchfork' seemed to go right over Morty's head-- he didn't know what that was-- but otherwise, he nodded along blissfully. "Yeah! Yeah! You're the best, Rick. W-We're gonna get married and it's gonna be so much fun." He hid his face against the other's neck, which felt altogether too cold, and squeezed him in return. "I can't wait until I turn sixteen!"





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Morty had returned home from school just about an hour ago, and was now lying on his bed working on homework. Rick had more than enough power to visit the above world, as usual, so he decided to pay his future spouse a visit. His libido, of which, certainly fueled his desire to see Morty. The malevolent entity teleported into the home, morphing right into the brunette's room. He didn't sneak up on the teenager often, but whenever he did, it was too fun to resist.

Rick's line of vision traveled up and down Morty's body, especially eyeing the behind that his tight jeans hugged so delightfully. Without a sound, the demon crawled on top of Morty, pressing his clothed, but already hard cock against the boy's ass. "Hey, baby," he purred into Morty's ear, his breath impossibly hot against his skin. He pushed his stomach and chest against the brunette's back, his lips pressed against the side of his neck. "Guess w-who's here to see you."






The wail that Morty produced was nearly inhuman in pitch. "GAAH! Wh-- Wh--" He flattened against the bed and sighed, then laughed, hiding his face against a palm. "You gotta stop doing that. I... You're gonna give me a heart attack! How're you gonna get my soul if I die that way?" He reached back, curling his fingers against the back of Rick's neck and shuddering as the tension drained out of him.

"R-Rick," he breathed, lifting his hips to grind back against the firm lump he had no trouble feeling. The creature had been teasing him like this for months, and each time it felt like they got a little further. "I thought... C'mon, I thought you said you wouldn't be mean like this anymore. I'm not sixteen yet, aren't you supposed to wait until our wedding night?"






Sure, it was mean, but it was just so difficult to refrain from startling Morty when his reactions were so funny. And being a demon, it wasn't in Rick's nature to resist temptation. With a toothy grin, Rick grinded down right against Morty's eager hips, weighing him down with each swivel of his waist.

"Mmmm. I don't wanna wait, Morty. I, you-- it's your fault, Morty. It's all because of you, w-why I can't wait. W-With your goddamn hormones, y-your sexy little body giving off all these pheromones-- driving me crazy." He ravaged the side of the brunette's neck with his lips, teeth scraping against the skin. "You know you want it too, sweetheart. Y-You, I know what you do at night. What, y-you think about me when you jerk off, don't you?"






"Aaaah, Rick. C'mon... I-I was in the middle of homework. I gotta finish-- ah." Morty pleaded for mercy, though his body was betraying him. He turned his head to one side to allow those lips and teeth better access, arms straightening to push his books aside. Weight resting on his elbows and eyes fluttering shut, he was hard in seconds.

It was hard to think about anything else when he'd grown up with Rick's hands and mouth all over him, exploring and teaching and corrupting. The standard fare of Redtube didn't really compare to a demon with no moral compass. "Yeah," he admitted softly, reaching for a pillow and tucking it under his hips with a bit of a struggle so he had something somewhat solid to grind into. "How... How crazy do I drive you, Rick?"







Rick added more force to his thrusts as he watched Morty put a pillow under himself, making sure to push the brunette's hips into it. "Oh, baby," he breathed against his neck, assaulting the flesh with kisses and nips between his words. "Y-You make me so crazy, babe. When I think about you, I-- I get so, so hard. I just gotta beat off, thinking about that-- your pretty little face and that hot, young body. I just fuck my hand, t-thinking about you, imagining it's your cute, sloppy mouth all over my cock."

He slid his hands under Morty's shirt, groping his pecs and kneading into them as if they were a woman's breasts. He rolled the pink nipples between the pads of his fingers as he kneaded, dragging his tongue against the other side of his neck. "A-Always, always thinking about you, baby. Always thinking about h-how hard I'm gonna fuck you into the mattress, how I'm gonna, gonna make you scream yourself silly, make you cum so hard from my cock."






Before Morty knew it, he was humping the pillow like a desperate animal, partly driven by the momentum of Rick's thrusts. "Oh, f-fuck. Oh, my god..." But god wasn't here. Just Rick and his deviousness. Struggling for air with shaky breaths, the boy was losing his composure. "Every day? Every day, you promise, when you take me home? Mm, wait, l-let me just--"

He twisted his head, butting it to Rick's chin and gesturing that he wanted a kiss. His hand moved from the creature's neck, sliding down his side and wedging in between them to hook on Rick's clothing. "Take it out," he whimpered, sliding fingers past fabric to ghost over the other's cock and pump it in a loose fist made clumsy with the angle. But, shit, he was hungry for it. They were engaged; he deserved this much, at least.







Twisting Morty onto his back so he wouldn't have to stretch his neck so much, Rick sat up and undid his belt, shoving his pants down along with his boxer briefs. He only had to shove them down past his hips before they disappeared, his powers willing them away. His cock stood tall and lively, bobbing against his stomach as a pulse of eagerness ran through it. It was long and thick, with a full happy trail that matched his hair color running up to his belly button.

"Is-- how is it compared to what you've imagined, huh?" He licked his lips, leaning down to press his hand against the bulge in Morty's jeans. He stroked him through the fabric, watching him with such a hungry gaze that it almost looked evil. "You're so fucking hard for me," he growled. "Such-- such a needy slut."







"O-Oh." It was hard to look anywhere but at the needy dick presented to him. Morty swallowed thickly and stared, amazed, a thrill crawling up his spine. For as much as he'd been raised to ache for Rick's touches, finally getting access to him was another story entirely.

"It's big," he whispered, though the sound became a breathy moan when the creature groped him. He bucked up into Rick's fingers shamelessly, his face red. If there was one thing the demon had taught him over the years, it was to indulge. "I'm not a slut," he complained, even as he reached with one hand to pull Rick down for a wet, lewd kiss and grabbed his cock with the other, feeling gingerly over the web of veins and heat. "Mmah. I can't be a s-slut, if I only want you." His fingers tightened around their prize. "Can I taste you?"







Rick's expert tongue rubbed and swirled against Morty's, saliva coating their warm lips as he kissed him deep and passionate. His hard-on twitched in Morty's hand, enthusiastic for more attention.

"Oh, hell yeah, baby. B-Be my guest." Rick climbed off the brunette and sat against the bed, shrugging out of his labcoat. His fingers moved in a 'come hither' motion, sneering as he waited for Morty to approach him. The veins in his cock were bulging, the area around the slit red with swollenness.






Morty flipped over and crawled forward, taking just a second to pause and wipe the moisture from his mouth. Their kisses were always so messy. "You... You have to tell me what to do, okay?" He lay on his stomach, nestling between Rick's thighs and grasping his cock at the base.

His breath was hot and wet over it, hesitation making him hold it there, just within reach of his tongue. Finally, he dipped his head and licked a solid stripe across the reddened flesh, tasting salt. Morty kept his gaze high, watching the demon's features as he closed his lips around the tip and nursed there ever-so-gently, coaxing pre to roll along his tongue. Where his mouth couldn't reach, his fingers pumped slowly, skating over the organ with lazy strokes. "Mm?"







The delicate touches were lovely, but with how hard Rick was, he needed more than that. He petted the top of Morty's head, his fingers entangling with locks of hazel. A similar touch from when Morty was a small child, but now under drastically different circumstances.

"Oh, yeah, Morty. Mmm, y-your mouth is so warm, baby." He grinned down at him, admiring the look of desire in the teenager's face. "Suck... suck harder, babe. Faster, too. Y-You'll make me feel really good. Damn, you look so-- so hot with my cock stuffed in your mouth. I-I used to play-- play blocks and shit with you, and now y-you have my hard dick in your face."







Encouraged, Morty opened his mouth wider, parting kiss-swollen lips and wrapping them around a few more inches of hot flesh. He ground his own hips into the bed, allowing himself at least that pressure to relieve the almost painful hardness between his thighs. "Guh..." Eyes closing, he turned his head this way and that, swallowing with more force, his tongue swirling over the slit and just under the ridge of the head.

After a while, he pulled off with a satisfying pop to catch his breath, panting softly before returning to the task. This time, he bobbed his head in time with loud, wet smacks and sucks, his lips trailing all along the length when he couldn't quite take it all into his mouth. Morty's efforts were still pretty uncoordinated, and his teeth grazed skin on several occasions, but he at least got an A for trying.







Rick's fingers tightened around Morty's hair, tugging the locks on the back of his scalp. He leaned back, his hips shifting as he tried to suppress bucking into the teen's warm mouth. A groan slipped past his lips, his cock absolutely soaked with wet saliva and salty precum.

"O-Oh, yeah. Hunnnh," he grunted, pushing Morty's head down and pulling it up with gentle tugs to help him with the rhythm. "God, yeah, Morty. Uuuh, fuck. Y-You're sucking the hell out of it, huh? Y-You want me to empty your balls on your face, baby? Y-You love this cock, don't you? Don't you, Morty? T-Tell me how much you love by big d-demon dick in your face, Morty." He licked his lips, lapping up some of the drool that was sliding down the corner of his mouth.







It was hard to speak around a mouthful of cock, so Morty pulled back slowly, sliding the organ across his tongue. "Ah. I do," he whispered, pressing a kiss to the weeping tip. "I-I love it and... and I want to make you feel good. That's my job. I'm y-your bride." He held Rick's dick against his cheek, smiling up at him with reddened cheeks, then turned his head to gulp him back down.

Fingers spread on Rick's inner thighs, Morty purposely gagged on it, shivering as he choked, withdrew, then repeated in an effort to deep throat his prize. He hummed, nostrils flared wide to suck in deep breaths as he worked.







Rick could feel his cock twitch at the mention Morty being his bride, already excited for how much they were going to hump like a couple of rabbits once they were married and in Hell together. "My-- my young, sexy little bride," he sneered, his legs spreading just a bit further apart to accommodate Morty's upper body.

He growled at the sensation of the head of his dick hitting the back of Morty's throat, his fingers trembling on top of Morty's head as he took every ounce of his willpower not to thrust into his mouth. "F-Fucking hell, Morty. God, that-- that tight little throat of yours is-- /fuck/." His hips shuddered as he growled down at Morty, his stiff length throbbing in the brunette's hot mouth. "Y-You want me to cum, baby? W-Where do you want it, your face? Or do-- do you wanna swallow it, drink it all up? God, I'm-- fucking shit, you're gonna make me empty my fucking sack, baby. You're so good with that mouth, babe. D-Don't you fucking stop."







Morty almost actually choked for good when Rick dropped the G-word. He had to be doing something right if he'd made his groom mention his mortal enemy in the throes of passion. "Mhmm!" The boy answered enthusiastically, slurping up and down with vigor, Adam's apple bobbing. Sensing Rick was close, he tipped his head back and lapped at his cock like one would a lollipop, pumping quickly with both hands, the lewd sound of sliding flesh filling his ears.

"Please?" He begged, alternating between sucking and licking with mouth wide open, inviting the mess to coat his tongue and splash on his face.








Rick bared his teeth, his balls tightening as his orgasm built up inside him. He panted through his clenched teeth, growling as he watched the teenager with starving eyes. He lifted his hips on instinct, the head of his cock sliding against Morty's tongue.

The sound of his bride begging for his cum threw him over the edge. "/Fuck/, Morty, f-fucking shit." His fingers squeezed his brunette locks, his cock twitching and throbbing. "I'm gonna-- t-take it, fucking take it all." A groan was forced past his grinding teeth as his orgasm tore through him, thick ropes of cum coating Morty's face and plopping onto his tongue. The demon was breathless, gasping out curses as the last of his hot load splattered onto Morty's cheeks.






A whimper escaped the youth, one eye squinting when creamy white clung to his lashes. He kept his mouth open until Rick stopped squirming, then closed it and made a show of swallowing, tonguing at stray droplets on his chin. He parted his lips again and stuck out his tongue as proof of a job well done, giggling and pushing back to sit upright. "Aaaaah!"

Gathering his shirt, he scrubbed blindly at his face, wrinkling his nose at the mess that had smeared into his hair. "Mm. You got it everywhere, R-Rick." He paused his clean up to lean forward and peck the demon's lips. "Did I do a, um, a good job?"







Rick drooled just a bit at the sight of Morty swallowing up his load. He returned the kiss, tasting himself on the younger male's lips. His tongue sneaked its way inside, greeting Morty's wet muscle for a brief moment before Rick pulled away. "I, I came fucking buckets, Morty. Y-You did a good job."

The demon caressed the brunette's chin and jaw, his features relaxed from the release of tension. "You-- you suck cock like a nice, little whore. Not letting you get away from me, baby."






Feeling like he'd just been given a gold star at school, Morty beamed, nuzzling into the hand on his face and pressing closer on his knees. "I'll get even better w-with practice. Promise." Smacking his lips slightly after the kiss, he reached down and cupped himself, kneading gently at the nearly painful arousal there.

"Rick? Can I..." He tucked his head under Rick's chin and bit his lip, writhing slightly in place. "Can I jerk off now? It's really uncomfortable..."







Gently, Rick took hold of Morty's wrists, pressing his hands down against the mattress. As much as he wanted to fuck Morty properly, his energy was drained significantly and he'd have to return home to replenish his strength. He had something in mind that would please the both of them, though.

"What... w-what if, Morty, what if I just tied your hands up and-- and just left you here, leaving you all hard by yourself? And y-you can't even touch yourself. Just laying here all night, a-and you have to hump into a pillow to get off-- like a fucking dog."







The boy's face fell. He leaned back, his expression horrified, and tugged on his captured wrists. Although his expression read displeased, the color on his cheeks had intensified with Rick's words, and his breath had picked up so that he was almost panting.

His cock jerked noticeably, a small wet patch forming as a bead of pre-cum oozed forth. "That's... That's really mean," he countered softly. "I was good a-and I swallowed it all, why would you do that?"







A smirked stretched across his lips, amused by the boy's reaction. "Hmmm... you have been a good boy, haven't you?" he said thoughtfully, as though he was pondering.

Releasing Morty's wrists, Rick sat back against the bed with his legs open. "C'mere, l-let Rick take care of you. Sit in my lap, back to me. And-- and take that dick out, too."







Relief made Morty sigh, smile returning and curling the corners of his lips. "Okay." He flipped the button open on his jeans and pushed the denim down his hips, peeling his briefs over the rigid line of his cock. "I can't wait until we're married," he murmured, turning around and sitting back on Rick's thighs. He wiggled there, getting comfortable and laying his head back against the demon's shoulder.

"I-I've been reading books, you know, with blood spells. To make you extra strong for the big day." Morty reached back to card his fingers through blue-tinged hair, hips lifting insistently, presenting his erection.







The tip of Rick's tongue grazed his lips, eyeing the deliciously hard erection that was attached to his bride-to-be. The sides of their faces brushed against each other, Rick's steaming hot breath breezing against Morty's cheek.

His hands traveled down the teenager's sides, one hand dipping down to fondle his sack as the other went to work grasping onto his shaft. "Oh, yeah...?" He tore his eyes from the stiff cock in his hand, slowly stroking as he watched Morty's face. "You-- you gonna sacrifice someone for me? Human? Animal, maybe?" He pressed his lips against his fiance's cheek, trailing kisses along the side of his face as the tips of his fingers massaged the underside of the head of Morty's length.







Morty's eyes rolled back to white, body tensing and arching from the touches. "Ooh... I dunno if I can kill a-anything, Rick, but... it said if I offered my own blood then that might help..." His fingers gripped the other's forearms, digging in hard enough to bruise the average human-- but then, Rick was anything but. Distantly, he heard the sound of a door. His family was home, so he'd have to be quiet.

"Do y-you /want/ me to sacrifice someone? Would that make you happy?" His hips swung up, slow and steady, nudging his cock against those fingers over and over.








Rick could sense the presence if Morty's family, disappointed that he wouldn't be able to hear Morty make as much noise as he wanted to. However, he'd be able to listen to the boy moan and scream until his throat was sore once they were married.

As he massaged the underside of the head, the pad of his thumb rubbed against the slit, spreading precum all around the swollen tip. "Y-You'd kill for me, baby?" he whispered between loving kisses to his bride's face. "Ohh, yeah... that-- that would make me really happy, Morty." He tugged at the teenager's balls slightly, softly kneading them in his hand as he followed the veins and curves of Morty's cock with his fingers. "H-How about you kill your dipshit dad, huh? C-Could you do that, just for me, Morty?"







The idea should have been a mood killer, but Morty had been raised from such a young age with Rick at his side that he barely bat an eyelash at the suggestion. Still, he was reluctant. Mind fuzzy from the rush of endorphins and hormones, he made a small, vaguely protesting sound in the back of his throat and bucked with a little more force. "But... But he's my dad, Rick."

He clenched his teeth and bit back another long moan, swallowing the sound only half successfully. "I would get in so much trouble if I got caught. D-Do I really have to?" Because, from the sound of it, he would. Morty was absolutely enamored by the demon and intent on pleasing him.








Wrapping his fingers around the length, he stroked the brunette from shaft to tip, rotating his wrist with each pump. "I-I'll help you hide the body, Morty. By the time anyone even-- even catches on, we'll be long gone. I'll be so strong, Morty. We, we can bathe in your dad's blood as we fuck-- I'll be so powerful, baby. I'll, I'll be able to do so much more than just this. I-- trust me, I wouldn't let anything bad happen to you."

Sucking and nibbling on his neck, Rick smiled at the mere thought of Morty killing his own father just for him. It wasn't something that absolutely had to be done, but it would be something that Rick would greatly enjoy. Rick gathered up a glob of precum that accumulated at Morty's tip, using it as lubricant to stroke him at a faster pace.







Morty nearly cut his lip open with the force he used to bite it, a shaky breath sucked into his lungs. It was impossibly difficult to keep quiet with a demon jacking him off. "Oohh..." Still too young to have any real stamina, he was at the mercy of Rick's grip and already too close to climax. The taste of seed in his mouth was only helping further the process.

"Ah, um," he whined, the muscles in his thighs contracting hard as he tried to stay his orgasm. He reached for Rick's forearm, grasping it tightly. "O-Okay. The week before we get married, I'll... That'll be my wedding present to you, all right?"







A demon like Rick knew all too well that people said crazy things during the throes of passion, so he didn't take Morty's promise seriously. Still, it made for great dirty talk; at least for Rick.

"Ooh, yeah, Morty. That-- that'd make me really happy. Mmm, can't wait to-- to see you, covered in that dipshit's fucking blood. You'll look so fucking hot." Sensing how close to orgasm his fiance was, Rick quickened his strokes and rubbed the slick slit with the fingers on his free hand. "M-Make pretty sounds for me, baby. Wanna-- wanna hear those pretty little moans when you shoot it. C'mon-- cum with me beating you off, just like this. Don't hold back, baby."