The Darkling's Kiss: Part Two: The Daemon Unleashed (The Daemon's Descendants Book 2)

by Charlie Richards

  “You’re a good man, Philippe. That’s why you came here,” Kalylle insisted, returning his focus to the lean man’s drawn face. He paused, waiting an instant, but Philippe didn’t look at him, so he continued. “I don’t know what happened to you, but whatever it is, we can fix it. Let me help you, my friend.” Cupping Philippe’s jaw, he lowered his head and whispered his next plea into his ear. “Tell me what happened, Philippe.” As Kalylle waited, he gave in to his urge and bussed a kiss to the skin below the wiry man’s ear.

  Philippe’s body trembled. A sheen of sweat covered his temples as he tipped his head to the side. His chest heaved, but he remained silent.

  Straightening, Kalylle used his hold on Philippe’s jaw to force him to turn his face toward him. “You are not wearing a shirt,” he pointed out, sliding his hand down the other man’s torso over his pectoral and rubbing along his ribs. “And while I do appreciate that, you’re also wearing someone else’s bloody leather leggings, and you’ve started killing people.” Leaning down, he pecked a chaste kiss to Philippe’s lips before demanding firmly, “What happened?”

  A tear slid past one of Philippe’s closed eyes. “I got cocky,” he admitted. Each word sounded as if it was wrenched from his throat as he explained. “I went to Crood and found Hardenshaw. I stole his memory about the wizard that he sold the wagon to. I stopped outside his back door to analyze it, and another wizard attacked me.” He let out a frustrated breath. His black eyes snapped open, and he turned to glare at Kalylle. “I woke up chained to a stone table, naked,” he ground out, his rage resurfacing, evidently beating back his fatigue. “She took the angel piece of my soul,” Philippe rumbled, a humorless laugh grating from him. “Just tore it right out! And now I can’t control my daemonic urges.”

  Kalylle stared at him for a long minute, working through that information. Licking his lips as he thought, he noted the flare of desire in Philippe’s dark eyes. He licked them again and watched as Philippe’s gaze fixed on the movement of his tongue.

  “We need a way for you to purge your daemonic urges other than killing people,” Kalylle commented huskily. He took a step forward, erasing the scant distance between them. Pressing his body against Philippe’s, he asked, “Is there not another way?”

  Philippe’s nostrils flared as a low growl rumbled through his chest. Rocking his hips forward, he pressed his swollen groin against Kalylle’s erection. Even the several layers of clothes couldn’t hide the long, thick line of Philippe’s hard shaft.

  “Are you offering yourself to me, Kalylle?” Philippe growled. He narrowed his eyes and turned his head, landing a sharp nip to Kalylle’s thumb. “Shall I sink my cock into you instead of a knife?”

  His breath catching in his chest, Kalylle felt a bead of pre-cum leak from the slit of his erection. “I have wanted to feel this pounding into me for some time, Philippe,” he responded, moving his right hand down to cup Philippe’s long, slender cock. “That I am able to ease your daemon’s craving is a fantastic side benefit.”

  Groaning, Philippe bucked into his hold. “Fuck,” he snarled, tugging on the glowing bonds at his wrists again. “Yes, damn it. That will ease my need. Release me.”

  Kalylle chuckled roughly as he rubbed Philippe through his leggings. “Oh, no, Philippe,” he growled. “I know that you are not in control right now. We will do this my way.”

  Philippe glared at him. “You fucking me is not going to appease me,” he snapped.

  Smirking, Kalylle nodded. “Of that, I have no doubt.”

  Stepping backward, Kalylle cocked his head and grinned at the obviously irritated man. He reached into his rune bag and pulled out several. Whispering a few words, he waved at Philippe’s body. The male floated away from the wall, his form tipping to horizontal. Ignoring Philippe’s low growl and feral glare, Kalylle moved him toward the bed as he spoke another spell. Philippe’s boots were eased from his feet and his leggings drawn off of his body.

  “What the hell kind of spells are these?” Philippe demanded, struggling against Kalylle’s spell’s hold.

  “Some of my own design,” Kalylle told him, using his magical hold to place Philippe over his bed, several inches above the quilt. Grinning cheekily, he added with a wink, “Although I’ve never used them quite like this before.”

  Humming in appreciation, Kalylle admired Philippe’s lean, toned form and the long, slender erection jutting from his soon-to-be lover’s nearly hairless groin. He reached for the fasteners of his robes, quickly undoing them. He allowed his robes to fall to the floor, then pushed down his drawers and toed off his boots.

  Seeing Philippe’s eyes narrow and his cock twitch, Kalylle smirked. He kept half his attention on his sexy, floating albino as he strode toward the chest at the foot of his bed. Lifting the lid with one hand, he slid open a small internal drawer with the other. He pulled out a small jar of ointment, then closed the drawer and lid.

  Kalylle rounded the bed and climbed onto it. He knelt there as he reached out and rested his palm on Philippe’s stomach, enjoying the way the muscles jumped and bunched under his touch. Sweeping his gaze along the thief’s torso, he admired the lean lines and firm muscles as well as the pink hue coloring his pale chest.

  Meeting Philippe’s gaze, Kalylle felt his breath catch in his chest. He spotted something dark and feral lurking in the depths of his eyes. The hairs on Kalylle’s neck stood on end as he realized he was peering at the daemon hidden within his friend.

  Kalylle held Philippe’s gaze as he leaned close, bringing their heads together. With his lips so close to the other man’s, he whispered, “Is this what you want, darkling?” When Philippe narrowed his eyes, Kalylle pressed, “Shall I ride your cock, allow your shaft to spear me, and use my body to slake your lust?”

  “Yessss,” Philippe hissed. He clenched his hands as he strained against his magical bonds. “Give yourself to me, Kalylle,” he demanded. “You will be mine!”

  Taking that as acceptance and feeling goose bumps break out on his arms at the thief’s possessive wording, Kalylle popped the cork off the vial. He turned his attention to his new lover’s erection and paused, entranced by the way the blood-engorged organ twitched. Pre-cum oozed from his slit, and the foreskin had already retracted so it dripped down his uncircumcised head.

  Kalylle leaned over and swirled his tongue around the swollen cap. He scooped up the pre-cum and swallowed the slightly bitter, nearly clear fluid. As he watched, the darkling’s engorged shaft bobbed, and more pre-cum oozed from it. He licked his lips, opened his mouth, and wrapped his lips around the head.

  As Kalylle sucked strongly on Philippe’s cock head, a moan escaped his floating lover. “Yes, suck me harder,” Philippe ordered. “Lower your head and fill your mouth and throat with my flesh. Suck me!”

  Instead of obeying, Kalylle popped off Philippe’s dick, ignoring his lover’s irritated snarl. After drizzling some ointment onto his lover’s jutting shaft, he poured more onto the fingers of his right hand. Then he recorked the small bottle and set it aside.

  “Gonna do something better than suck you, Philippe,” Kalylle vowed as he levered to his feet and swung his leg over Philippe’s floating body. He rested his left hand on his companion’s chest as he leaned over him and held his gaze. With his left hand, he reached behind himself and pushed one finger into his own chute. “I’m going to ride your cock, Philippe,” he claimed. “I’m going to bounce on your dick,” he continued, panting softly as he quickly worked a second finger into himself. “I’ll squeeze you and milk you until your balls ache, and you flood my channel with your seed. That’s what your body needs, isn’t it? Your cock throbs, and your balls are heavy with cum that you want to use to fill my chute.”

  “Now,” Philippe demanded gruffly. He blinked once, twice, then his eyes lost some of their feral need, and Kalylle realized his lover once again had control of himself. “Give yourself to me, Kalylle. Please, wizard. I need you.”

  Offering the thief a smile, Kalylle lowere
d his head and brushed a kiss to Philippe’s lips. “Yes,” he whispered. “I am giving myself to you.”

  As Kalylle spoke, he pulled his fingers from his hole. Straightening, he lowered his gaze to Philippe’s groin and gripped his erection with his slicked fingers. After jacking Philippe’s pole once, twice, all the while reveling in the growls and grunts escaping his lover, Kalylle positioned Philippe’s shaft against his slicked entrance. Pushing out as he rocked downward, he eased the head of Philippe’s dick inside him.

  Groaning softly at the stretch, Kalylle didn’t stop. He used his body’s weight to lower himself further and further until his ass cheeks rested on Philippe’s thighs and his balls pressed against his lover’s nearly hairless groin. Panting softly, he moaned at the slight burn and heady stretch coupled with the feeling of fullness.

  “Gods,” Philippe gasped out. “You feel so damn good wrapped around my cock. Lift up,” he demanded on panting breaths. “I want to see me moving in and out. I want to admire how my spear stretches your muscled ring.”

  Opening eyelids he hadn’t realized he’d closed, Kalylle peered down at his lover. Philippe’s face was flushed as was his chest. His nipples were beaded white while the areola rings were the faintest of tan. Every muscle seemed to twitch beneath his skin, making it appear to ripple.

  Kalylle wondered what it’d feel like to be held by his lover’s strong limbs, but knew that wouldn’t happen this time around. Gods, I hope this isn’t a one-time thing. “Your shaft feels fantastic cradled in my body,” he revealed. Flexing his legs, Kalylle lifted up, sliding partway off his albino’s erection before reversing and sinking back down on him. “So good,” he muttered, sighing blissfully. “Love how you moving inside me feels.”

  Philippe moaned, and his hips bucked, catching Kalylle’s attention. He peered down at his lover and grinned upon seeing his feral smile. Realizing the other man had just figured out how to use his magical bonds as leverage, he lifted partway off his lover’s cock.

  “Do it,” Kalylle urged. “Fuck my ass, Philippe. I know you want to.”

  Letting out a noise somewhere between a roar and a whine, Philippe clenched his hands and, with his body clearly straining, began to move. Huffing and grunting, he slammed his hips up, driving his prick into Kalylle’s body over and over. “Yesss,” he growled, snarling his words through gritted teeth. “Your ass feels so good. Gonna fill it up with my dick and seed over and over. Made for me to fill.”

  Tipping his hips just a little, Kalylle made certain Philippe’s pounding rhythm nailed that bliss-inducing nub inside his body. He moaned at the sparks flooding his rectum, making his balls tingle and roll in his sack. His body flushed hot, his own prick jerking and leaking, betraying his pleasure.

  Kalylle rubbed his hands over Philippe’s chest, tweaking his pebbled nubs. “Do it,” he urged. “Fill my ass. Take your pleasure.”

  When Kalylle gripped Philippe’s nipples again, tugging and pinching them, his lover roared. His body gave one last buck, then he shuddered. Kalylle felt his lover’s erection swell and twitch in his channel as heat flooded his rectum.

  Moaning at the heady sensations, Kalylle grabbed his own shaft. He jacked it once, twice, and that was all he needed. His balls pulled tight, and bliss swamped his senses as he spilled his seed. Grunting with his pleasure, he panted harshly as he watched himself paint Philippe’s chest.

  Admiring Philippe’s expression, the way his ecstasy pulled his narrow features into stark lines of pleasure and pain, Kalylle released himself. He arched his back, placing his hands on Philippe’s thighs behind his ass. Sighing, he wriggled his hips just a little, enjoying the feel of his lover’s softening shaft still buried inside him.

  “Gods, Kalylle,” Philippe muttered. “Just…thank you.”

  Kalylle focused his attention on Philippe’s relaxed expression. His lips were curved up in a small smile, his satisfaction evident. Even his eyes had cleared, proving that the daemon trapped within him was—for the moment—sated.

  Leaning forward, Kalylle placed his hands on Philippe’s chest. He pressed a soft, sipping kiss to his lover’s lips. Peering into his thief’s eyes, he smiled.

  “Feel better?”

  “So damn much.”

  Kalylle nodded, feeling smug. “Good. I’m going to lower you to the bed and clean you up. You okay just to relax for a moment?”

  Philippe offered a wry smile. “Do I have a choice?”

  “I will always offer you a choice,” Kalylle told him honestly. “I will never trap you like this unless you ask me to.”

  Swallowing hard, Philippe nodded as his eyelids slid to half-mast. “Thank you,” he whispered again.

  Realizing just how hard it must have been for Philippe to speak those words, Kalylle quickly nodded. “Be right back.” He eased off of his lover’s body, grimacing just a little when the other man’s half-softened prick slipped from him. Sliding from the bed and focusing on his lover, he hummed as he swept his gaze over Philippe’s trapped form. “You are stunning,” he murmured, impressed despite himself when the pale man’s prick appeared to twitch. Yanking his gaze away from Philippe’s groin, he crossed to the side table where he kept his water pitcher and basin.

  * * * *

  Philippe followed his new lover’s movements with his gaze. While he’d been traveling, he hadn’t been able to figure out why he’d been making a bee-line to Kalylle. He’d even feared what he’d do to the wizard, to the one man who had started to become his friend. Except, Kalylle had surprised him…offering himself in such a way.

  After being chained on that table, Philippe certainly wouldn’t have thought himself capable of fucking while being restrained. He had, though, and he’d loved every damn second of it. His prick twitched at his groin as he watched Kalylle pour water into a pitcher, then dip a cloth into the basin and clean his groin, balls, and ass…an ass he wanted into again. Watching the simple movements, he felt his blood heat once more, the clawing need building again.

  Staring at the ceiling, Philippe closed his eyes and focused on breathing, on relaxing, on enjoying the remnants of bliss produced by his release. It was difficult. He kept getting distracted by the sounds of cloth scraping over skin.

  “I’m going to lower you to the bed now,” Kalylle stated.

  Philippe snapped open his eyes and again focused on Kalylle. Upon seeing his lover still naked, blood once more flowed to his prick. Now, though, the wizard was holding his bag of rune stones, so he focused on that as he jerked a nod. Kalylle whispered a few words Philippe didn’t understand, but it didn’t matter. In the next instant, he felt his body lower the short distance to the mattress.

  Sighing, Philippe closed his eyes, allowing himself to enjoy the soft blanket under his body and the firm mattress supporting him. “Ten times better than any inn,” he mumbled.

  Kalylle chuckled softly. “Glad you approve.”

  “Definitely.”

  When a damp cloth slid across the skin of his stomach, Philippe peered at Kalylle. “If you release me, I can do that.” The claim was out of his mouth before he could think better of it.

  Pausing in cleaning his abdominals, Kalylle met his gaze. “How in control do you feel?”

  “Not so much controlled as relaxed,” Philippe admitted.

  Kalylle nodded slowly, holding his gaze. “I’m not certain that’s the same thing,” he pointed out as he started his hand moving again. “Perhaps I should take care of it.” As he spoke, he lowered his hand and swiped the warm, damp cloth over his groin.

  Hissing, Philippe felt goose bumps break out over his groin. His shaft flexed, swelling. “I really think I should do that.” His eyelids lowered to half-mast as he peered up at his lover. “Your touch makes my cock throb. I want to sink it back into your ass.”

  Leaving the damp cloth on Philippe’s groin, Kalylle dipped his hand into his bag of rune stones again. “While I relish the idea of you fucking me again, I think we have things to discuss first.”

 
; Philippe didn’t bother to respond. They did have things to discuss. However, with his cock full again and his control at a minimum, he wasn’t certain he’d be able to wait. After Kalylle chanted a few words, releasing his magical chains, Philippe knew waiting was no longer an option.

  Philippe bent to a sitting position as he pushed aside the cloth. With his left hand, he grabbed the stoppered vial Kalylle still hadn’t removed from the bed. He snaked out his right hand and grabbed his wizard lover’s wrist and tugged. When Kalylle tumbled forward, catching himself on the bed, he turned and wrapped both arms around his waist.

  Using his darkling strength, Philippe found it simple to lift Kalylle and swing him around. Once the wizard landed on the mattress, sprawled on his stomach, Philippe half-lay on top of him. He rubbed his once again hard erection against his lover’s ass cheek as a growl of excitement rumbled up his throat.

  “Philippe?”

  Hearing the uncertainty in Kalylle’s tone, Philippe sucked in a harsh breath. He squelched his urge to dominate his lover, to pin him to the mattress and just take what he wanted, what he needed. Finding a measure of control he didn’t know he still had, he ducked his head and nuzzled his wizard’s neck.

  “Relax,” Philippe crooned, rubbing his free hand down Kalylle’s side, tracing over his ribs. “Gonna fuck you again, Kalylle. Need you,” he admitted. “Need your…warmth.”

  Kalylle shivered under his touch. “Anytime.”

  At the whispered word, Philippe moaned. He used his thumb to pop the cork off the small vial, then drizzled a little onto Kalylle’s crack. Leaning over, he set the jar on the nearby side table. Philippe returned his focus to his lover’s ass.

  Philippe palmed Kalylle’s cheek in one hand, using his hold to spread him. He rubbed the oil over his hole, then pushed a finger inside his channel. Finding his lover’s muscle still loose, plus the dampness that could only be his seed, a moan ripped from his throat. His cock throbbed and oozed. Pulling his finger from Kalylle’s chute, he gripped his own dick, re-slicking himself.