Chapter 8 – Lukas
LUKAS
Ifroze.
He was right. Clearly, my fucking body hadn’t gotten the memo and decided to betray me. I didn’t even recognize who I was at that moment. I was simply an eager slut for this monster.
“F-fuckkk.” He pulled out his finger, and I felt my ass clench at the loss. I felt empty.
“Come, kiss me,” he commanded, leaning back.
Finally, I wasn’t pinned down by his overbearing weight, but the cool air hitting the sweat drying on my skin made me miss his warmth…
a little. Suddenly, an arm came around me, and I was pulled up, my back to his hard chest. I looked up into his eyes.
I hadn’t forgotten his inhuman beauty. Fuck him for making me feel so messed up.
This is how those monsters in stories lure humans.
Make them crazy beautiful, and we silly humans will happily walk straight to our own deaths.
The stories of vampires and sirens totally make sense now.
And he still had that shit-eating grin on his face that I lowkey would’ve liked to smack off.
Demon.
Monster.
Devil.
He wanted me to kiss him, but he still hadn’t technically introduced himself to me. How rude.
“You haven’t told me your name,” I whispered.
I felt rather than heard the low rumble of his laugh as it rolled through his chest and into mine. “You are right, my sweet mate. A grievous oversight.” His voice was a dark caress. “I am Orobas. The Prince of Hell.”
“Orobas.” The name felt foreign and heavy on my tongue. “Orobas,” I repeated, testing it.
He shifted, his grip tightening around me. I stiffened. Holy mother of cocks. I felt his monstrous dick on my back. “I love how my name sounds when you say it,” he whispered, his lips grazing my temple. “How does a name that inspires terror in so many…sound so soft on your lips?”
He grabbed my chin, tilting my head up, and captured my lips with his.
I’d been kissed by plenty of people, but Orobas was a master at it.
His taste had me moaning—smoky, woody, and something else unrecognizable.
He bit my lower lip, and I gasped. He used it as an opening to slip his impossibly long tongue in. He devoured me.
I flushed, remembering where it was just mere minutes ago.
I felt his lips curve into a smile, and for a second, I wondered if he read my mind somehow.
The kiss quickly turned filthy. He was biting, sucking, and licking the inside of my mouth.
All I could do was follow his lead as moans and whimpers left me as my lungs burned.
As if remembering I needed air, he gentled the kiss before pulling away. I was in a daze. I hated that I’d become addicted to his kisses. He kissed me one more time on my lips before maneuvering me like a doll, back onto my hands and knees again, spreading my legs and pulling my ass up.
My face burned. This guy had me spread out like a dinner buffet, and I clearly was going to be the stuffed turkey at Thanksgiving.
He spread my ass again, and I felt warm liquid dribble down my cleft before feeling his fingers prodding.
I was scared. Before today, I never had anything more than a finger up my ass, and that was my own when I was drunk and feeling curious one very horny night.
“Oh my god!”
I buried my head in my arms as I felt the air punch out of my lungs.
“We’re starting with two. You’re doing so well, my sweet boy. Look at how your beautiful ass is sucking my fingers in. You were made for this.”
Did I hear him right? I glanced back at him over my shoulder.
“T-two?” I yelped.
“Yes, sweet Lukas. Such a good boy,” he purred. Fuck, I hated how his praises were making my cock throb and messing with my emotions.
I felt pressure and some strain, but no pain. What the fuck was that liquid? Magical lube?
He rammed his fingers deep in me, and the air rushed out of my lungs. My eyes rolled back into my head, my mouth open in a silent scream. He was stabbing my fucking prostate over and over. I was impossibly hard, and my cock was leaking, leaving a pool of cum beneath me, and it had been for a while.
Earlier, when I came after getting rimmed, I was still hard. Sure, I’m young, only twenty, and yeah, sure, someone could blow on my dick, and it’ll be standing at attention, but that wasn’t normal. Then it clicked.
That demon Red Bull—no, clearly it was some kind of magical Viagra! That’s what they meant by stamina. Those fuckers!
Suddenly, I felt more pressure. Fuck, the stretch burned, but I found myself pushing back against his fingers. I wanted more. I was losing my mind. I was crazed with lust. My half-assed resistance was crumbling like dust before me as I became a whore for Orobas.
“Three, my boy! So perfect. I know, sweet baby, you’re so full already, but you can take me. You can take it all.” He cooed as he rubbed my back.
Fuck, I felt the burn this time, but the pleasure that followed right after was going to turn me into an addict.
Goddamn it, tears were welling up again. This was all pretty fucked up. I had a demon with his fingers jammed up my ass, yet his praises and endearments were getting to me.
“No!” I choked out as he slowly pulled his fingers out. My hole was clenching around nothing, seeking what was taken from it.
I heard some rustling, and he pinned me down. His weight and scent...it was all overwhelming but welcomed. I felt small in his presence. He easily dwarfed me, monstrous in size compared to my 5’6” height.
His breath fanned over the back of my neck. He left heated kisses on my shoulders, neck, and ears before turning my head and licking my tears.
“Don’t you worry, my sweet mate. I will keep you stuffed and full.
I will never leave you empty. You were made for me.
To take everything I give you, be it my fingers, tongue, or cock.
Your belly will be filled with my cum, and you will reek of it for all to know who your owner is.
All you have to do is be my good boy, my sweet mate. ”
His words should have horrified me. I was brought here, stripped, and given over like an object. But they only had the opposite effect. Yes, I wanted to be good. I wanted to be rewarded…I wanted to be his good boy.
A therapist would have a field day with me.
I simply nodded. He nuzzled behind my ear and kissed down my back until he reached my ass. He left open-mouthed kisses there. Fuck. This was all so flirty and wrong.
I was once again filled, and I breathed a sigh of relief.
I felt intense pressure, and, for a split second, I thought I’d be ripped in two, but before panic could consume me, it ebbed away to pleasure. All I could do was moan.
“Look at you, beautiful boy. Four! My mate is doing so well. I’m so proud of you.”
I preened under his words. Yes, I was his good boy. I wanted to make him so proud of me. He worked a fourth finger into me, stretching me out.
“M-more. P-pleaseee…” I whined.
I couldn’t recognize my own voice. The pressure from my balls and ass was too much.
My traitorous dick, despite being completely neglected, was leaking nonstop.
I should’ve come by now, but clearly that weird drink was messing with me.
I tried to rub my dick on the sheets to get some relief, but Orobas had an iron grip on me. I could barely move.
He was in control.
“My sweet Lukas, my obedient mate…number five. Look at how you’re squeezing me, swallowing me right up.”
I couldn’t even scream. Sweat and goosebumps broke out across my skin. I was trembling, and my arms had given out. My chest constricted as I took deep breaths.
“Your rim is so loose, stretched out, and quivering. I wish I could show you, my sweet boy. What a gorgeous sight.”
Holy fucking shit…this guy was fucking filthy. Who talks about asses like that?
My ears were impossibly hot, but goddamn it, I bathed in his words.
“I ruined you, dear Lukas. This hole wasn’t meant to be empty. You sucked me in right up to my wrist. Beautiful,” he continued in awe.
Well damn. The human body is amazing. Wait…was I really proud I had a fucking fist up my ass? I thought for a moment and…yeah, I kinda was. Look at me, everyone, I took my first fist, and I liked it.
I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.