Demon's Wish

by Xenia Melzer

  “So good for me, Sammy. So good.” Dre’s voice was a fevered whisper. He closed one hand around Sammy’s length, pumping it slowly, while his other hand played with Sammy’s balls, teased the flesh between his sack and his hole with his claws.

  Sammy started seeing stars and reached for Dre’s wrist. “Dre!”

  Suddenly, Dre let go of Sammy’s cock. He leaned forward to give Sammy a deep, hot kiss, which was a bit wobbly, because he was reaching for something next to Sammy at the same time. When he heard the clicking of a plastic cap being opened, Sammy tensed a bit. Things were getting real. Dre placed a row of sucking kisses on Sammy’s neck, chest and belly before he licked over his cock. Sammy arched his back, the elevation of his legs on Dre’s thighs providing additional leverage.

  Dre groaned and sucked at the tip of Sammy’s cock, which was all it took. Sammy came with a desperate wail, his cum shooting into the cavern of Dre’s mouth. He was vaguely aware that Dre started to cough but was too caught up in his passion to care. When he slowly came down, Sammy realized that Dre was gasping for air and had tears in his eyes. A clear liquid was dripping down his fingers, and when a huge, cold dollop landed on Sammy’s stomach, mixing with his seed, he realized it was lube, which also explained the sheen around Dre’s mouth and on his cheeks. He must have gotten the lube on his face when he had his coughing fit. Sammy was still a little dizzy from his orgasm, but his brain finally latched onto what had happened and he couldn’t suppress a giggle.

  “I’m sorry, Dre. I was just so overwhelmed! I… I didn’t mean to… You have lube all over your face… And a bit of sperm. I’m… I’m sorry, but I’m not sorry!” Sammy held his belly because he was laughing so hard. Too late he realized that his arms were now smeared with a mixture of lube and cum, both of which seemed to be getting colder by the second.

  Dre shot him a nasty glare before his lips started to twitch as well. “That’s what I get for trying to be a compassionate lover. I should have just shoved the plug in, no questions asked. The Guide says nothing about lovers coming way too soon.”

  “We should write a letter to the editors.” Sammy tried to keep a straight face, which wasn’t easy under the circumstances. “Explain to them how faulty their book is and demand our money back.”

  Dre giggled. “I have a better idea. Let’s write our own book. The Guide to Successfully Mating a Demon. I’m sure it’ll be a bestseller.”

  “We sure have plenty of stories to contribute.” Sammy grinned. “I’m sorry. I’m just so nervous and excited, and when you put your mouth on me, I just lost it.”

  Dre leaned down to kiss Sammy with his lube-and-cum-stained lips. The taste was a bit strange, though Sammy didn’t complain.

  “It’s fine, mo grah thu. I’m actually flattered how much of an impact I have on you. Now, where were we?” He looked around on the bed, obviously searching for the lube and the plug.

  “You wanted to give me this plug to prepare me for you monster cock.” Sammy watched as Dre’s cock started to twitch. His words must have hit a nerve.

  “Sammy, don’t say things like that. I’m close, too.”

  “So it’s okay for me to come, but not for you?” Sammy winked.

  Dre drew up to his full height, trying for a stern look and failing miserably. “I’m the demon here, mo grah thu. I’m supposed to be in control and above my primal needs. One of us has to keep a clear head…” He trailed off, shaking his head. “No, I can’t say that with a straight face. Don’t laugh!” He looked as if Sammy’s giggles were wounding him deeply.

  “I’m s-sorry. Let’s keep going.”

  Dre murmured something under his breath and Sammy swore to himself to learn the demon tongue as fast as possible. Before he could dwell on that plan too long, though, the sensation of one of Dre’s fingers, coated in cold, cold lube and circling his hole, had him hissing and arching his back again. Dre massaged the wrinkled skin around Sammy’s entrance until the lube was fairly warmed up before he pushed one finger in.

  Sammy tensed up at the intrusion, even though his cock was obviously very on board with the idea, if the speed with which it grew from semi-hard to fully erect again was anything to go by. Dre placed his other hand on Sammy’s belly, massaging him lightly to soothe him. Sammy relaxed, welcoming the thick digit into his body. It was a strange feeling, having something of Dre in such an intimate spot. He wasn’t afraid, though, just very turned on. Moaning, he squirmed on the finger and tried to get it deeper.

  Dre chuckled, wiggled his finger and played around until Sammy was begging him for a second. They repeated this game with a third finger and Sammy almost came again when Dre finally found his prostate.

  “I guess it’s time for the plug.” Dre had a mischievous glint in his eyes. Sammy stuck his tongue out.

  “Let’s see how you react when I tap your virgin ass.”

  Dre pressed a hand over his heart, looking deeply offended. “My ass is off limits. I’m a strong, proud demon warrior who does the pounding!”

  Sammy giggled. If they hadn’t talked about the possibility of him topping Dre before, he would have almost believed the act. While Dre was not overly enthusiastic to give up his ass, he was willing to do it for Sammy, and Sammy had every intention of trying it at least once, since he was curious how it would feel. If it was only half as good as what he was experiencing now, Dre would be in trouble. Perhaps. If he were honest, Sammy very much liked their roles in sex…so far. He couldn’t follow this train of thought any longer. A blunt pressure so different from Dre’s fingers alerted him to the appearance of the plug. It was well-lubed and slid in easily, stretching Sammy even wider than Dre’s finger had done. It also felt alien, not at all like the rough warmth of Dre. Sammy wasn’t sure if he liked it, though he knew it was necessary.

  Dre kissed him, and his lips tasted like him again, no longer of lube or cum. “I’m not sure how long we should keep the plug in. I want you prepared to take my cock but not totally exhausted from yet another orgasm, so I can’t play with it too much.”

  “Are you telling me you don’t want me to enjoy myself?” Sammy winked to make it clear he was joking. This whole ‘getting him ready for Dre’ business was a lot more fun than he had imagined.

  Dre grinned and held up his right index finger, while his left hand played with the plug, twisting and bumping it, which made it almost impossible for Sammy to follow what Dre was saying. “Mating with a demon is stressful, young man. I want you to be up to the task, which you won’t be when you’re limp like a noodle.”

  They both looked down at Sammy’s cock, which beat a wild rhythm on his belly with its eager twitching. “I don’t think that’s an issue.” Sammy tried hard for a serious tone and almost managed.

  “Not at the moment.” Dre growled, twisting the plug again.

  Sammy howled when the tip of the plug nudged his sweet spot. His inner muscles clamped down on the toy, desperate for something Sammy was pretty sure only Dre could give him.

  “I-I think it’s fine. You can take the plug out. I want you now.”

  Sammy watched Dre’s expression shifting between playful, worried and plain hungry. “Are you sure?”

  Breathless, Sammy nodded. “Yes, Dre. I’m sure.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  Dre had to close his eyes for a moment to regain control. Playing with Sammy had turned him on to the point where he’d almost come, and only Sammy’s untimely orgasm had helped Dre get his urges under control. Seeing his precious lover so vulnerable, so ready for him, stirred feelings in Dre that he’d never thought possible. He wanted to own Sammy, to protect him from all the bad the world had to offer. Sammy belonged in his arms, where he was warm and pampered and safe.

  Dre leaned forward to kiss those precious lips while he slowly pulled the plug out, twisting it in the process to stretch Sammy a little more, because no matter how eager his sweet lover sounded, Dre knew his cock would present a serious challenge. Sammy rewarded his troubles with a delicious whimper tha
t Dre inhaled happily.

  “As much as I enjoy this, mo grah thu, we have to switch positions.” Dre murmured the words in Sammy’s ear, following them with a lick across the shell. The touch of Sammy’s hands on his sides and back was like the sweetest caress and left trails of fire on his skin and sent his thoughts tumbling in his head. He grabbed Sammy’s hips, lifted him up until their upper bodies were flush against each other while Sammy’s legs dangled freely on either side of Dre. After another passionate kiss, he spun Sammy around, pressed his virgin lover’s ass against his belly and slowly lowered Sammy’s upper body on the mattress. The sweet, round ass rubbed over his groin and the shapely thighs parted to make room for Dre’s massive body. He held Sammy’s waist with one hand while he grabbed the lube with the other. While he squirted a generous amount on Sammy’s red, twitching hole, Dre wondered for a moment if there was something as too much lube, but one look at his huge erection told him it was needed. He took a moment to play with Sammy’s hole, eliciting more of those wonderful moans while opening it even more before he slicked his cock up as well and placed it at Sammy’s entrance.

  “Easy now, Sammy. Don’t forget. We have time.” Dre said those words as much for Sammy as for himself. Looking at the tiny hole of his lover and his own huge shaft made him doubt it would ever fit. Slowly, carefully, always on the lookout for the slightest sign of discomfort, Dre pushed into Sammy.

  At first, the hole wouldn’t let him in. Sammy tensed under his touch, whimpering softly. Dre bent down to press small kisses on Sammy’s back, to soothe his lover. “It’s fine, mo grah thu. Just breathe in deep. When you breathe out, push out as well. That should do the trick.”

  Sammy moaned and started breathing in so deeply that his chest expanded visibly. Dre’s lips twitched in a smile. Sammy did have a tendency to be over-the-top. He silently begged his lover’s forgiveness when the tip of his cock suddenly slipped in. Being over-the-top was definitely helping in this case. Dre bit back a groan when Sammy took him in another half inch. It took all of his self-control to simply provide steady pressure while Sammy worked himself onto his shaft. When he was about halfway into Sammy’s tight, wonderful heat, Dre started moving his hips with miniscule motions, testing if Sammy was ready for him to be more active. The desperate moan he got made him bolder, and soon he was gliding back and forth inside Sammy, venturing deeper with each thrust. Sammy wasn’t very coherent, but Dre had no trouble understanding him.

  “Yes…ah, more… Dre…so good…uhn…this…”

  “Sammy…tight…hot…” Dre wasn’t that articulate either. He also knew neither of them would last much longer, not when Sammy’s inner muscles were gripping him so tight, practically sucking him in now that his body had gotten used to Dre’s shaft. He reached for Sammy’s right shoulder, pulled him up until his body arched, the touching points Sammy’s ass and Dre’s groin as well as the crook of Sammy’s neck and Dre’s lips. He licked over the hot, sweaty flesh, inhaling the sweet scent of Sammy’s arousal. They were both panting, ready to cross a line they had been avoiding for a week now.

  Dre’s fangs elongated and his knot began to swell. “Sammy…close.”

  “Yes, Dre.” Sammy arched his body even more, impaled himself deeper on Dre’s cock and pressed against Dre’s fangs. “Bite me.”

  The words triggered Dre’s orgasm. His balls drew up, the first spurts of hot semen shot deep into Sammy’s body and he sank his fangs into the skin of Sammy’s neck and broke through until he found blood. Sammy screamed in ecstasy, his inner muscles clamping down on Dre as his own orgasm overtook him.

  With the first taste of Sammy’s blood, combined with his orgasm, Dre knew. His demon came to the fore, eagerly lapping up the essence of their mate while he could feel the venom dripping from his fangs, pulsing into Sammy’s veins with each spurt of his cock. Only knowing that he would hurt Sammy kept Dre from letting his fire out. Sammy’s body wasn’t transformed yet. Dre could fill him with his fire the next time they made love, which he was already looking forward to. Through the haze of his own orgasm and the bliss of knowing that Sammy truly was his, Dre heard the scream of his lover change from ecstatic to one full of pain. The transformation had begun. His venom was burning through Sammy’s system, changing his body so they could spend eternity together.

  With his swollen knot lodged deeply in his lover’s body, Dre held Sammy, whispering soothing words into his ear while Sammy bore the pain of becoming his mate.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Sammy was in agony, which was good because it meant he was Dre’s mate. But it was also—well, agony. Sammy wondered why he had agreed to this. Ah, yes, because he loved Dre, the sex was great and he really wanted to be his mate. Slightly misconstrued advertising, ha. This was terrible. Sammy was dimly aware that Dre was holding him tight, whispering soothing nothings in his ear, but he was too consumed by the feeling of burning oil streaming through his veins to be grateful for the support. With every heartbeat, the pain spread and grew, until it was too much to bear and Sammy slipped into near-darkness.

  After what felt like an eternity—Sammy couldn’t be sure in his agonized state—the pain started to dull and became a deep throbbing at the back of his mind. A soft glow rose around him, enveloped his body with a warmth that was so much better than the fire that had been raging through his system.

  Sammy blinked when he thought he saw two figures approaching him through the glow. They stepped into his line of vision and Sammy felt tears streaming down his cheeks when he realized it was his parents. Stella and Moses looked as beautiful as Sammy wanted to remember them, not the mangled, disfigured faces he’d had to identify after the accident.

  Stella opened her arms and, without a second thought, Sammy flew into her embrace, breathing in the familiar scent of vanilla while he basked in her love. He felt his father’s arms coming around him from behind and knew this was all just a dream, but he was too happy to care. They were here, with him. Nothing else counted.

  “My sweet boy.” Stella leaned back a bit to press a kiss to his forehead. “My sweet, brave boy.”

  Sammy smiled through his tears and reached for his father’s arm with one hand, while he held his mother with the other. Now that he had them back, he would never let go again. “I missed you so much. So much.”

  “We know, son. And we’re sorry. We never meant to leave you so early.”

  “It was so hard, going on without your love, without you. But I found friends. Wonderful friends.”

  His mother kissed him again. “We know, baby. We’ve watched you all this time. We’re so proud of who you’ve become. And we’re here to say goodbye. You’ve found your happiness with Dre. Good choice, by the way.” She winked. “He’s almost as good looking as your father. We understand that this is kind of your wedding night, and we wanted to give you our blessings.”

  Sammy swallowed when the meaning of her words sank in. “I’m not going to see you again, am I?”

  “No, son, you won’t.” His father stepped around, one arm still on Sammy’s shoulder, while the other was now draped over Stella’s back. “You’re the chosen mate of a demon. Your life will be a wonderful, great adventure, and we want you to enjoy every second of it, just how your mother and I enjoyed every second of ours. We will always love you, never forget that, but it’s time for you to truly move on and embrace everything Dre has to offer.”

  “I don’t want to lose you again.” Sammy looked at them pleadingly. Stella reached out to sweep a strand of hair from Sammy’s face.

  “We don’t want to lose you either, sweetie. But we have to move on, just as you do. Life doesn’t stop with death, you know, and your father and I? We have places to be.” She looked up at her husband, a bittersweet smile on her face. “There’s so much to see, and you know we always loved to travel.”

  A sob escaped Sammy. He understood. He really did. It still hurt worse than the venom Dre had pumped into his system. “At least this time I can say goodbye properly.” His voice br
oke. There were no words to describe how he felt, no words to say farewell to the people he had loved most in the world. Luckily, his bond with his parents was so deep that words were not needed. They embraced, leaning their foreheads together, reveling one last time in the bond they’d had. Then they straightened and Stella and Moses each pressed a kiss on Sammy’s cheeks.

  “We love you, son.”

  “I love you, Mom, Dad. I wish you a good journey.”

  Stella smiled sweetly at him. “Thank you, baby.”

  Sammy watched as the glow surrounding them started to fade, taking his parents with him. He was still sad, mourning for all the things he could never share with them, but having seen them one last time, happy and whole, gave him a sense of peace that he would have never thought possible. Letting them go was one of the most difficult things he had ever done, though instead of being crushed by it, he felt empowered. They had given him their blessing to be with Dre, and Sammy had every intention of taking this gift and making the best of it—as soon as he had a word with Dre about the unpleasantness of mating bites.

  Chapter Fifteen

  When Sammy finally opened his eyes, Dre felt as if an entire mountain was lifted from his chest. His sweet mate had been unconscious for almost twenty minutes, which was longer than Dre had expected, and he had started crying at some point. Knowing that he couldn’t do anything to help Sammy had driven Dre nuts. Sammy groaned and tried to sit up. The movement tugged on Dre’s knot, which was still fully swollen inside Sammy’s hole. They both whimpered when flashes of arousal went through them.

  “How long was I out?” This time, Sammy only moved his head, careful not to jostle the knot again.

  “About twenty minutes. I was getting worried.” They were still lying on their sides, with Sammy as the little spoon, so he couldn’t see Sammy’s face, but the mate bond between them was already strong enough for Dre to feel the sadness in his lover.