A/N: This isn't some romantic, fluffy story. This is a story filled with drama and betrayal. So don't lecture me.

At the end of the day, it's just a fictional story. If it pisses anyone off then I'm glad ;)

I received numerous PMs supporting me and reassuring to continue this story. I appreciate all this feedback and I couldn't feel more loved :)

The reality of morning hit her hard. Opening her eyes was a hassle. Being exposed to even a little light burned her pupils. Star hissed at the intruding sunlight.

She leaned up, brushing the disheveled hair out of her face. The Princess looked at the time and groaned. In an hour she'd have to rise for her daily training. No way she was in the mood for that. Falling back into bed, Star felt a lump next to her. Her eyes narrowed at realizing Tom still hadn't left. She pulled the covers to herself, leaving him completely naked on the other end of the bed. He groaned.

"Why are you still here?" she asked tiredly. In reality, Star was glad she wasn't waking up to an empty bed. The last thing she needed was a daily dose of self-loathing before starting her day.

He grumbled a noncommittal response. Star sighed but decided to leave him be.

Instead, she studied him closely, looking at the black, intricate tattoos that covered his back and arms. The princess didn't remember those last time they had been together. Star did realize that their purpose wasn't for aesthetic reasons, rather more for customary reasons. There were a few demonic symbols she recognized as well as the large pentagram smack in the middle of his back. There were also two thin lines that ran parallel to each other on his spine.

Star made a move to touch it but was promptly stopped by an appendage wrapping around her wrist. It was his tail. She had almost forgotten he had one.

"Don't touch the merchandise," Tom grumbled.

Star retracted her hand, slightly rubbing her wrist. "You let me touch all I wanted yesterday."

"Key word: yesterday. I probably wasn't thinking straight. Today's a new day for new mistakes," he replied.

"You're so full of it," Star puffed.

"And yesterday you were so full of me," he chuckled lowly. Star blushed and glared at him. His tail gave her a small "boop" on the nose as a way of mocking her.

Disliking his attitude, Star placed a hand on his side. "Oh my god," she seethed. Startlingly, it was her hand that burned as a result. "Ahh!" she exclaimed. The princess clutched her wrist.

Tom laughed loudly. "Can't do that anymore. Not since I got these bad boys." He rolled over, pointing to the tattoos that also ran along his frontside. Star noticed that the ink markings only stretched up to his abdomen and arms. If it weren't for her burned hand, she'd appreciate how well the markings accentuated his lithe, muscular figure.

Quickly murmuring a healing spell, the scorch mark was gone. Though, she still felt discomfort within her. It took Star a minute to realize that the residue pain wasn't from the burn mark. Unfortunately, a simple spell wasn't enough to null the pain in her heart. Star sighed and sagged her shoulders.

The reality of yesterday began to set in, leaving a bad taste in her mouth. She thought that leaving it for the next day would have made it disappear. The princess definitely felt a little stupid for thinking that the problem would resolve itself or completely go away. Life didn't work like that it seemed.

The melancholy feeling that spread in Star's chest mirrored her crestfallen expression. Tom was quick to notice this change of emotions.

"Oh boy, feelings. That's my cue to leave," Tom responded. He stood up to stretch, shameless about the fact that he was naked. "Feel free to admire my amazing body." Star sneered at his arrogant demeanor. Her need to argue with him outweighed thinking of yesterday's mess. Star could also use any distraction that prevented her from thinking of Marco because in the end, she had chosen this prideful demon over dealing with a argumentative earthling.

Though looking at him at a better angle, there was no denying the attractive sharp angles of his body. Every muscle he stretched highlighted the hidden power he held.

She couldn't help it; she was a sucker for men with nice figures.

The princess looked away, blushing slightly. This was probably not the ideal time to ogle Tom, despite it being an adequate distraction. Star crossed her arms and sat on her bed.

The demon was unfazed. He seemed to ignore her as he gathered his belongings. She couldn't help but feel slightly disappointed at such an indifferent attitude. He grabbed his shirt.

"Tom, wait!" Star pleaded.

He gave an exaggerated groan, "Whaaat?"

"Can you stay for a bit?" the princess asked.

"Are you going to suck me off?" he asked.

Star stuttered, "Well, uh... no, but—"

"Then I'm gonna have to pass," he resumed dressing himself. Star snarled at him and stood up. Just as he was putting his shirt on, Star went up to yank it, making it catch between his horns. The fabric tore into pieces.

Flames began to ignite at Tom's shoes. "That was my favorite shirt!"

"Listen here, Hell Boy! I have had a long night and if you think I'm sit here and take your bullshit then you are severely mistaken!" Star growled at him.

The fire only grew, "Whatever is happening to you is not my problem!"

"The least you can do is stop being an asshole and pretend to listen!" she yelled.

"Listen, sweetheart, I'm a busy man and I have things to do," the demon spat, "Besides, being one of your gossip girls isn't what we agreed to. We fuck and go along our merry way."

Ouch, that one kinda hurt. Stifling any anguish she felt at his malicious comments, Star placed the facade of indifference. She spoke with confidence.

"Good luck trying to get home without these," Star refused to let him win. She revealed her scissors to him. He made a move to reach for them but Star shoved them down the space in between her breasts. The princess gave him a smug grin. Star wanted to have the ability to corral such a tenacious being. He looked at a loss for a few seconds.

Having the upper hand filled her with immense joy.

"Are you going to relax and listen to me now?" Star asked hopefully. If she had to blackmail him, so be it.

Suddenly, a devilish smirk appeared on his features. He looked down at her cleavage and raised his fingers. He took a step forward. Star was able to trace the thoughts whirling in his head.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, stop right there!" she exclaimed. Tom stuck his forked tongue out mischievously. "Tom! Tom! I mean it!" He didn't cease. Star began retreating.

"Ooh, I see your nipples getting hard, Star. Do you like the idea of me grabbing your tits?" he asked in a low tone of voice. She was wearing a very thin shirt so there was no hiding it.

Star couldn't help but back up as Tom evilly approached her. Her plan was quickly backfiring. Despite this, she wouldn't just give him the scissors. That would be travesty! Star closed her eyes, hoping that once she'd open them, he'd sit down and listen to her.

Sure, she could use her magic to force him to sit but that would encourage him to use his powers in return. Though Star could totally stand her ground, the chaos in the end wouldn't be worth it. Her mother would be furious. The mess to clean up would be expensive. Not only that, but the reasons for Tom being in her room in the first place would raise a few eyebrows. Star wanted to keep this as secret as possible, even if it meant hiding it from her parents.

Star felt somewhat helpless.

Though, was possible that she allowed herself to be helpless because she secretly liked it. Tom wasn't leaving her and that meant her initial plan had succeeded. Solitude was a powerful motivator.

The princess opened her eyes. Star tentatively looked up at him.

He looked too damn sexy the way he grinned with his sharp teeth. His deep velvet eyes watched her like a predator. His tail swished from right to left. The fire behind him gave him a dangerous appearance and a well define silhouette. The black tattoos on his body lit up. There was also the fact that he was shirtless that added to his appeal.

The princess suddenly felt the wall behind her. Tom didn't stop until his body was a centimeter away from hers. His hot breath was on her neck.

"Star," he spoke lowly, "I think you need to relax." His hand slithered under her shirt. Goosebumps formed where his hand made contact with her bare skin. Star began to feel too weak to protest; it felt too good. The physical contact with another being soothed the anguish in her soul. Her heart's pain began to morph into excitement at feeling Tom's pulse. It was such a primal sensation the way he undressed her with his eyes. This was everything she had never experienced before.

His hand trailed to her bare breast. Even though the scissors were in his grasp, Tom didn't immediately snatch them. The demon's hot fingers brushed over the areola on her breast.

"Tom..." Star weakly protested, "Don't..."

Tom's tongue slithered onto her neck. "Don't what?"

"Don't..." she began. His fingers gently squeezed the nipple between his fingers.

"You know what?" he said softly, "You look absolutely exquisite right now, Star. The way you're fighting these sensations but I see you breathing hard. Your eyes are barely open, you're nipples are so hard. I can imagine how wet you are."

"Well... you're basically on me, I can hardly breathe. And," Star bit her lip as Tom pinched hard, "My eyes are barely open because I'm tired."

"You're so stubborn," he growled, "I love it." Star closed her eyes to relish in his hands. His traveled across the smooth plane of her stomach. Up and down, up and down, up and—even more up.

A good wake up call was his hard pull for the scissors. Her eyes snapped open in alarm. Tom flashed them in front of her.

"Not as much as I love these," he grinned. Star fumed, face turned red with rage. All this time, she thought she had been playing him! The hearts on her cheeks turned a bright red as did her face. He seemed amused for a few good moments. The princess opened her mouth to speak.

"You little—"

"Shh!" he interrupted her.

Tom showed her the scissors. He then proceeded to throw them behind. They landed on her floor with a slight thud. He sat on her bed. Star's anger morphed into befuddlement. Tom looked up at her.

"Well come on, I don't have all day," he spoke.

"What...?" she asked.

"Are you that dense?" Tom asked rudely. He patted his thigh. "Come sit down on Uncle Tom's lap and tell him all your little problems."

"Okay first of all, gross. Don't ever call yourself that again," Star said in a disgusted tone of voice.

"Do you want me to listen to your stupid girly problems or not?" he groaned.

"Fine, fine!" Star scurried to sit next to him.

"Is this the part where I braid your hair?" he asked sarcastically.

Star looked at him dead in the eye. "Yes." She whipped her hair onto his lap.

Tom glared at her but grabbed ahold of her hair. He began weaving through it. "Why does good pussy have to be attached to such a loud mouth."

Star ignored his comment.

"Okay, where do I begin?" she contemplated.

"Just skip to the ending," Tom grunted. Star wasn't off-put by his attitude.

"To sum up, I'm not sure if I have a boyfriend anymore or if we're still a thing. It was very ambiguous the way we left things off yesterday," she said, attempting to get straight to the point. The princess looked at the demon's response. He seemed very focused on his job.

"Yeah, that sucks," he replied. Star frowned.

"Things were good and all and the date went by smoothly so I don't know where things went wrong," Star wondered.

"Mm-hm," he hummed.

"I tried to pull a prank and it ended up in shambles! I said some nasty things to him... he said nasty things to me... I really feel terrible. And then I go sleep with his best friend! No, I've been sleeping with his best friend! Oh gosh! I'm a terrible person, aren't I?" she asked, running a hand through her face.

"Pretty much," Tom replied. Star looked at him with huge sad eyes. There were tears brimming at the corner of her blue orbs. The demon was taken aback by this look. It managed to get him to quit responding so dryly.

He sighed. "Listen, you really need to start feeling sorry for yourself because that never gets you anywhere."

"It's hard not to," Star quietly objected.

"You've obviously had anger directed at Marco for a while now, you just chose yesterday to let it out. Frankly, I don't see anything wrong with that," Tom shrugged casually. He still seemed focused with the braids he was doing on her hair.

"Really? How is letting your anger out a good thing?" Star questioned raising an eyebrow.

"You left it boiling in you this whole time, tsk, not the best idea. Trust me, I know. Anger really shows our true selves in the moment," Tom said, eyes flashing white for a quick second, "I don't care what anybody says. You always mean what you say when you're angry."

"I-I guess," Star replied unsurely.

"Whatever you said was the truth wasn't it?" he questioned.

"Yeah, I guess—I guess I did mean what I said," Star murmured to herself.

"And don't you feel glad to get it off your chest?" the demon asked cheerfully.

"Well..." Star took a moment to think, "Yes."

"Okay, so what's the problem?" the Demon Prince asked.

"I didn't know I had this much pent up anger directed towards him," she conceded.

"All finished," Tom said, admiring his dandy work. He proudly smiled at the intricate hairstyle he had weaved through.

"We're'd you learn how to do this?" Star marveled as she stroked her thoroughly braided hair.

"My mom has enormous hair so you learn a thing or two about how to make it look good," Tom shrugged. The idea of Tom helping his mother with her hair bought up a funny image in Star's head. She lightly laughed.

"So... we done here?" the prince asked impatiently.

"Do you really think I'm a bad person?" she asked.

Tom leaned down and brushed off a rogue hair from her face. "Good, bad. They're all just labels for the weak minded. If you're happy, who's gonna stop you?" he asked, giving a slight shrug.

This advice surprisingly soothed the uncertainty bubbling in her chest. Star looked down at her hands. She smiled sincerely. It almost felt like weight had been taken off her shoulders. Maybe she wasn't sure about everything but at least she was sure about this.

"Thanks Tom." When Star looked up, he was gone.

"And then she has the nerve to call me inconsiderate!" Marco exclaimed.

"Yeah, I hear you brother. Chicks are pretty hard to please," Tom responded half-heartedly. He was beginning to wonder why he had decided to hang out with Marco that same day. Listening to their drama was giving him a headache. It felt like he was made their unofficial couple therapist. Tom was definitely dreading it more than negotiating with other kingdoms.

Hanging with the earthling began smoothly. They had been chilling and playing video games but Marco had been quick to kill the vibe.

It was possible that he held resentment against Marco for dating the unavailable girl he was secretly banging. Tom decided to ignore the thought. They had previously been on good terms so if he began acting out of the usual, that would raise suspicion from Marco's end.

Besides, his irritation meant that he cared for Star. Tom wouldn't care for that hell of girl anymore. He wouldn't involve himself with her, apart from the passion for sex they seemed to share. There was no way his pride could handle that humiliation once more. The rejection was only part of it; if Tom willingly allowed himself to care even an ounce for her, then I'd be his downfall. The demon saw what had happened when he had actually tried to be good in their relationship and it only resulted in pain. He was insane if he'd willingly bring that anguish upon himself.

That meant if he felt any sort of irk towards Marco, he'd shove it to the back of his head. It just meant less drama for him.

Though, if Tom had known he was going to be forced listen to both sides of their story, he would have not even bothered leaving the Underworld.

The point of coming together with his lame friend was relaxing. Much to his vexation, Marco had a tendency of talking about Star to him. Apparently he was that dense.

"I don't understand! I thought things were going so well but apparently she has a million things to argue about!" Marco ranted.

Tom wanted to smash his own head with dead person's skull. "Guess things weren't so great after all," he shrugged.

"You," Marco pointed at him, "Are not helping!"

"Well, what do you want me to say? Boo-hoo Marco, you're right it's all her fault," Tom sassed.

"Uh, yeah! Have you not been listening to what I've been saying?" his friend asked expectantly.

"Uh, no, not really," the demon responded frankly. Maybe at the beginning he was, though that was before he began drifting off.

"Alright let me recap then," the earthling began.

Tom groaned, "Please don't."

"I have to work and study all the time. Sometimes I don't have as much time as I'd like for her—"

"You mean that one day out of the month where you take her on some crappy date?" Tom butted in.

"Hey!" he replied defensively, "Star happens to like those!"

"Not according to what happened yesterday..." he mumbled under his breath.

"Okay, Mr. Casanova, what would you have done if you were in my position?" Marco asked crossing his arms.

Tom looked up and and rolled his eyes. "Probably the opposite of what you're doing."

"It's not as easy being Star's boyfriend," the earthling sighed in frustration.

"Yeah, I know," Tom scoffed. He narrowed his eyes, fire lighting up at his boots. The way he responded came off too harsh. This caused his friend to recoil a little.

Marco realized his error and gave a sheepish laugh. He scratched the back of his head awkwardly. "Sorry, I didn't mean it that way," he looked away.

"I think you need to chill. Let's take a guys night out again. Even invite your loser earthing friends," Tom said while relaxing the fire caused by his irritation. Relaxing meant he didn't care, that's all he had to keep in mind.

"No, not after what happened last time," Marco shook his head.

"You were the one who—" Tom was abruptly interrupted.

"We don't speak of that time. You know how I feel about that," Marco nervously yelled.

Tom shrugged, "Okay bro, whatever you say."

Marco began to assume his perception skills were giving him certain signals from Tom. He cautiously approached him, nervously scratching the back of his head. "Tom," Marco spoke, "You don't mind me talking about this do you?"

"Really? What in the world gave you that idea?" Tom quipped back, rolling his eyes.

"So you do mind," Marco concluded.

"I don't really care what happens in your love life," the demon rudely spat. Marco was very used to this type of behavior and was therefore undeterred from it. He took it as a hidden jealousy rather than a contemptible attitude

"There's no need for so much anger. Even when Star broke up with you for me, we still hung out, and still continued as best bros," the earthing cheered.

This attempt of a conciliation began to annoy Tom. He despised Marco's deluded sense of nobility. The pretend sense of heroism grind his gears thoroughly. As if he wanted his failed relationship with Star rubbed in his face.

"Okay, I'm going now," Tom deadpanned. He made a move to leave, a glare marring his facial features.

"Wait!" Marco called to him.

"This is the hundredth time I've told you; I don't do relationship advice, Marco. Especially one that involves my bitch of an ex." Tom complained. True, he did find her bitchy side extremely arousing but she was still a bitch nonetheless.

Marco grabbed his arm, causing large flames to rise from the ground. Tom shot him a dangerous look. Perhaps the earthling was fazed but he still refused to let go of his arm.

"As my friend, just tell me, do you think it's my fault?" Marco asked hopefully.

Tom stared at him for a long while, eyes narrowing. The fire died down. He spoke honestly. "I think you guys have a lot to work out if you still consider this an actual relationship."

Star looked down at her phone, wondering if she had made the right decision. As soon as she had sent the message, her heart began pounding. Slim fingers began to sweat as she pressed the send button.

To Marco:

I think we should take a break- from Star.

She bit her fingers. Marco could easily become suspicious. It wasn't that out of nowhere, though. At least, she hoped it appeared that way.

The princess had intended to talk to him face to face through her mirror but Marco hadn't picked up after her first 20 calls. It had been a week since their argument.

After constantly rewinding and thinking about possible outcomes, Star couldn't think of any solution that could result in her happiness. It seemed she had a lot to think about. Marco ignoring her wasn't helping. He was likely still angry at her. The princess decided that if he was going to behave in a petty manner, so would she. Star had reason to be angry, if anything, more reason than him.

So apparently both of them still had a lot to think about.

Star remembered that a year ago, they had both discussed going on a break. They had disputed before; this wasn't their first time. Though, none of their previous arguments had been as ugly as their last one.

To them, a break meant that they'd take time to think to themselves. It also meant that they'd eventually reconcile; in the end, they'd still be dating.

The couple had never actually gone through with such a thing. It scared and comforted Star at the same time. With this time period, she wouldn't feel pressured. If Marco didn't text her for weeks, it wouldn't hurt her as much because on a break, the title of boyfriend and girlfriend would be removed. He technically didn't have to text her, call her, hang out with her. This time, Star didn't have to feel self-conscious about it.

At the same time, Star would be boyfriend-less. Despite feeling lonely while dating Marco, Star did find comfort of his presence sometimes. Now, she'd have nothing. That was something that frightened her. She just hoped that years of friendship wouldn't go down the drain.

The princess looked down at her phone.

No response.

She realized that her staring at her screen wouldn't make him reply any quicker, if at all.

"Star!" he mother whispered harshly, "If you wish to use your phone, go to a higher booth where you cannot disturb the audience."

Star was suddenly aware of her surroundings. Her family, as well as several other royal families had gone to the theater. There were many angry faces around her who glared because of the light and noise emitting from her phone. Unwilling to abandon her precious device, Star stood up. Marco's response was much more important than a play.

The princess walked down the aisle and looked for a booth high enough to seclude herself. She spotted one all the way close to the ceiling. That way no other royal official would be able to spot her. Star hiked her dress and began the long torturous walk up the stairs. Her heals certainly wouldn't help.

Once up there, the Princess looked at the stage, noticing that she was out of the crowd's peripheral vision.

Star quickly checked her phone to see if during the time she had spent going up the stairs Marco had responded.

He hadn't.

Giving a sigh of defeat, Star opened the door and quickly locked it. As she went to take her seat, she realized that someone else was there. "Tom, what the heck are you doing here?" she ushered, attempting to keep her voice quiet.

Tom looked up at her, feet resting on the railing and hand in a bucket of popcorn. "Watching the show, what else would I be doing?"

"How'd you get up here so fast? You weren't here when I checked!" Star fumed.

"I know. But I saw you running up those stairs and I thought I'd be funny to take your seat," he said while throwing a grain of popcorn in his mouth, "I took the elevator."

Star wasn't aware that there was an elevator. That would have been convenient to know. Brushing it off, she spoke again. "How'd you know I'd specifically go to this booth?" she interrogated.

"You know a lot of people saw you texting, right? You're not as subtle as you'd like to think," Tom rebutted.

Texting? That reminded her to check her phone again. Not bothering to reply to his insult, Star viciously went through her phone to see if the earthling male had replied.

He hadn't. Star gave a dismayed sigh.

"What have we got here," Tom quickly snatched the phone away from her. Star reacted only a second late. Her eyes widened and she pounced on him to retrieve it. The princess stumbled onto his lap as he raised his arm high enough so that she couldn't reach it. That didn't deter her. Her phone was in her hand in the span of a minute.

Once having it in her grasp, she checked once more to see if Marco had responded.

Nothing.

Star gave another sigh, drooping her body in defeat on Tom's lap. At this point, she didn't even care.

"Could you keep your sadness a little quieter. I'm trying to watch the show," Tom grumbled, still eating popcorn. He seemed to disregard the fact that she had made a seat out of his lap. There was only one seat in the booth and Star wasn't going to remain standing in the killer heels she was wearing.

"This is my favorite part!" Tom excitedly spoke.

Star wearily looked towards the stage. Her eyes narrowed. "Isn't this the part where Haplet rejects Ophilfa because of of his insanity?"

"He's only pretending to be insane, duh," the demon responded in a matter of fact tone of voice, "Besides, she deserved it."

"How?" Star crossed her arms and looked judgingly at him.

"She rejected him first and now he throws his love back at her," Tom said dramatically, clenching his fist together, "He's my hero!"

"Ophilfa rejected him because her father wouldn't let her marry him. Besides, even if Haplet is rejecting her, inside he really loves her," Star defended.

"Pff, as if. The writer, Shakingpear, obviously wrote it for the viewers to understand it my way," the prince said arrogantly, "You would know if you weren't so busy texting."

This immediately triggered Star to check her phone.

Again, nothing.

The princess slumped further into Tom's lap, slowly sliding off. Two strong hands caught her before she fell off. They pulled her so that she firmly sat on his lap.

"Now, now, don't want you missing the bests parts," Tom said, wrapping his arms around her middle so that she stayed put. Star didn't object to the warmth of his body.

They both sat through the long play. She was comfortable for the first half-hour on his lap until his hands began getting a little too curious.

Sure, she could have done something about it. Did she want to, though? Not really. The princess was far too inquisitive to let things stop then and there. Besides, it wasn't as if he was going any farther than first base. Plus... It felt good. Might as well go along with it.

Star squirmed as his hand stroked her neck. He then drifted it off to her exposed collarbone. Tom's touch was warm and pleasant. The princess allowed it happen, keeping her objections to a minimum. His fingers were getting dangerously close to the inside of her dress. Purple fingers dipped and grazed over her nipples. They instantly hardened.

"You should really start wearing a bra, Star," Tom huskily spoke into her ear. He proceeded to kiss her neck, causing the small hairs there to stand. His tongue left a slight trail of saliva as he began sucking on her delicate skin.

Just as Star was about to moan, Tom covered her mouth.

"Even if they can't see us, there are still people down there," the demon resumed kissing her neck, "I'm sure they'll start to wonder why a naughty princess is moaning so loudly."

Star attempted to stifle her moans, however, was unable to. Tom left his hand on her mouth just in case. Star's response was to nibble and lick his fingers. His middle finger was caught in her mouth. The princess dragged her tongue up and down and began to gently suck.

"Oh fuck, that's hot," Tom groaned. His other arm was used to secure her on his lap. Star would clearly feel as he ground his erection onto her bottom.

As soon as his hand began to raise her dress, Star began to panic.

"Tom!" she protested, "We can't just do this here!"

"Why the hell not?" he growled as he softly bit her ear.

"We'd get carried away! We'd," Star bit her lip hard as his hand finally slipped into her dress to grope her breasts. His hand softly kneaded them, taking her nipple between his fingers and pinching it sensually. "We'd get too loud..."

"You have a point there," he hummed to himself. Tom suddenly retracted his hands and mouth.

"Wait, what are you doing?" Star asked frantically. Tom looked up at her and smirked. Before he could be a prick and say anything sarcastic, Star stopped him. "I am not letting you get away with this again, Lucitor!" The princess firmly planted herself on his lap and began to grind down. She was luckily wearing a thin gown so it was easy to find out whether or not he was still aroused. Judging by the hard bulge, he was most definitely aroused.

"Star, you're so obscene grinding on my cock like that," Tom resumed sucking on her neck.

"Tom," Star moaned, "I want it."

He pulled on her hair so that he was directly whispering in her ear. This little gesture of control drove her wild.

"What do you want, you little slut?" Tom murmured lowly.

Star panted, rubbing her thighs together to relieve the ache in her nether regions. "I'm not a sl—"

"You're not a what? A slut? Oh, yes you are. You know you like the way I touch you. You like the fact that there are so many people around us right now. I can feel the way you like it," he growled. His tail had unknowingly slipped under her dress. It slowly slithered into her panties. "You're so wet right now. You want my dick so badly right now, don't you?"

"I-I," Star stuttered. Her body was in flames. The more dirty things he whispered in her ear, the more slickness she felt in between her thighs. The end of his tail began rubbing her wetness against her clit. "Oh, ye—!"

His hand quickly muffled her mouth.

"You're my dirty, little slut, Star," Tom purred into her ear. Star stubbornly shook her head. This caused him to rumble a laugh. "Say it, Star. Say it or I'll stop." His tail suddenly stopped rubbing circles on her pleasure nub. The hand on her breast stopped its movements.

"I-I'm... I-I'm..." her face was completely red, the hearts on her cheeks were a vivid scarlet, "Fuck you!"

"You're going to regret your words," Tom grinned evilly. His tail entered her vertically, careful not to scratch or puncture her folds. Due to the amount of fluids, he was easily able to thrust his tail in and out.

It was a new sensation. Star thrashed her hips up and down, eager that something was inside of her. She panted hard, sweat was forming on he temple. Her breasts were hot and heavy as Tom pulled her dress down to fully rub them.

The princess had to admit it; he was right. The idea that so many people were down in the crowd and here she was, getting pleasured so thoroughly by this-this unholy demon, almost made her reach the tip of her climax.

Star had her eyes closed but when she opened them, she was met by the sight of her legs spread open and a red tail moving quickly in and out of her. There was something so incredibly erotic about his tail doing all the dirty work.

"Tom, I'm going to—" she whispered loudly.

"Say that you're my slut or I stop completely," he threatened her.

"No...!" Star pleaded.

"Yes, beg for me!" he cruelly chucked.

"Please... please don't stop!" the princess supplicated. She had been surprised how susceptible she was to the idea of him taking so much control. Discovering this was like discovering a hidden kink. In the end,though, it was what most made her tremble against. "I-I'm... I'm your little slut."

Uttering such filthy words caused her to reach her peak. Tom seemed to feel this and muffled her mouth completely as she rode his tail into oblivion. Her walls clenched tightly around his appendage. Tom made sure to stop completely or the tip would hurt her.

Star collapsed on him, arms drooping to her side, sweat causing her hair to stick to her forehead. She breathed heavily, feeling slightly euphoric. Tom made sure to bring her dress up to cover her breasts.

"What about you?" Star asked in between breaths.

"There's about to be an interception in about ten minutes. I know a nearby closet we could sneak into," Tom suggested. Star couldn't help but grin mischievously.

"Why wait ten minutes?" she asked, turning to face him. He gripped her thighs hard.

"Oh baby, now you're speakin' my language," Tom's eyes lit up with various hues of red. His grin was as wide as hers. A red tail swished right and left excitedly. Taking her hand, Tom stood up and rushed them out of the booth.

Unbeknownst to Star, her phone had long ago rang with a simple response of "Okay."

A/N: Well at least reading Shakespeare wasn't entirely useless. I made a little spoof of his play "Hamlet."