Chapter Sixteen #2
“I could leave you like this,” mused Ixthan.
“Keep you ready and waiting for me for whenever I so wish to have you. No one would notice. The servants could even open the door and not see you on the other side. You would have to keep quiet, of course, that would be the hardest thing for you, wouldn’t it? ”
He scraped the hard edge of his demonic nails down the soft, sensitive skin of Eric’s inner thigh, stopping just at the groin. Eric’s cock twitched, begging for attention.
“You’re a monster,” said Eric shakily.
“Not yet, I’m not.” Ix kissed him, just a gentle press of his lips against Eric’s own, the cruelest thing he could have done because all Eric wanted was more, he wanted the sharp press of Ix’s teeth and the slide of his tongue, the firm press of his mouth and he got none of that.
Ixthan stepped back and Eric wanted to cry.
He pulled against the magic holding him in place but it moved not even an inch.
“Be good,” Ix warned him, and Eric subsided. Gods, the anticipation was killing him, the last thing he wanted to do was goad Ix into depriving him more just to watch him lose control.
“Better.” Ix started shedding the tattered remains of his own clothes. ‘Better’ was not ‘good boy’, a phrase Eric had not even known he had craved to hear again since the last time. Not yet. He’d earn it.
This was the first time Eric felt allowed to watch Ix undress to reveal his true self; he did not miss a moment of it.
His eyes feasted on the ripple of Ix’s back muscles as he got rid of the waistcoat, noticed for the first time that Ix’s chest hair was actually downy brown fur, admired the way his tail emerged from the dip in his back right above where his ass swelled.
And then Ix turned around and the sound that came out of Eric’s mouth was involuntary, wanton and incoherent.
Ix’s cock. Half hard and bouncing against his thigh muscle. At least an inch longer than Eric already knew it to be with a flared head and ridges that ran in rings up the length. Eric’s ass clenched in anticipation and he knew Ix saw it, exposed as he was.
“You’re drooling,” said Ix, the remnants of worrying that Eric would find him distasteful disappearing from the shadows of his eyes.
Eric hadn’t noticed. He couldn’t even bring himself to be embarrassed about how evident his desire was. Ix knew, surely he already knew, how much Eric desired him, he didn’t have to hide it.
“Fuck me. Please, please, oh gods, Ix,” babbled Eric. He needed Ix inside him immediately, needed the fullness of that cock and to know that he was claimed by a demon.
Ix strode forward, closing the gap in two steps. “I was going to make you wait, but I can’t do it.”
Eric heard the sound of oil, of Ixthan slicking himself up, then felt the press of fingers against his hole. “No. No, your cock.”
“It’ll hurt.”
“Yes,” moaned Eric, agreement and pleading both.
“I won’t stop once I start,” warned Ix.
“Ixthan!”
Finally, finally, Ix understood what he was asking for.
Eric felt the blunt press of Ix’s cock against his opening, slow but firm, forcing him open.
Hells, he wasn’t just longer, he was wider too, Eric felt the stretch of it pull until he thought he couldn’t take it anymore, and then the tip of it was in.
Then again, and again, as Ix pushed each ridge inside of Eric, keeping him on the edge of that pain until his eyes were leaking and his vision was blurry.
He felt hazy by the time Ix’s stomach pressed flush against Eric’s ass.
“So tight,” hissed Ix, pressing his hand on Eric’s stomach and deepening that feeling of fullness.
It took Eric three tries to gather enough breath to say it: “I’ve never had anyone but you.”
He knew exactly the effect it would have on Ix.
A manic look glinted in his eye as he pulled out, fast enough that Eric cried out, and then thrust back in again.
He seemed determined to wring every possible noise out of Eric as he set a relentless pace, his beast hind legs giving him leverage as he fucked Eric open.
A hand fisted into Eric’s hair. He hadn’t even noticed his head had started lolling forward until Ix pulled it back. “Quiet, you’ll draw the attention of the servants.”
Gods, Eric had forgotten entirely about the new set of servants in the corridor outside.
He didn’t know if he could be quiet, Ix had made him quite lose his mind.
Ix surged forward to kiss him. This was the kiss he’d wanted earlier, the sharp bite of Ix’s teeth against his tender lips, his tongue claiming Eric’s mouth, the scrape of his stubble, the pointed tips of Ix’s fingers against his scalp.
Eric could feel his peak building already as Ix found that spot inside that sent sparks through his spine. He tried to wrest back control but it wasn’t until Ix raked both hands, both sets of claws down the front of Eric’s torso that he truly lost hold of himself.
Eric hissed, muffled into Ix’s mouth as he felt the white-hot lines sear down his body, catching on the too-sensitive nub of his nipple, against each of his ribs, the pain sending him over the edge. It was everything he’d missed the other time. He came over both their chests, sloppy and too fast.
“You didn’t come,” panted Eric after a moment. Ix had stopped moving but Eric could still feel the length of him hard inside of his ass.
“The human form is more sensitive,” said Ix, emphasizing his point by pulling out just enough that the tender edge of Eric’s asshole caught against one of his ridges. Eric moaned as Ix teased him back and forth. “I last longer like this. Or perhaps you’ll just have to try harder.”
Ix laughed as Eric spluttered indignantly, kissing the protests out of his mouth every time Eric tried to speak.
Eric gave up in favor of said kisses, leaning into it as much as his magical bonds allowed. “Let me go, I want to touch you.”
The magic disappeared; Eric regretted it immediately as Ix took his weight and he sank another inch onto Ix’s cock without the magical ties keeping him bound. He groaned, wrapping his legs around Ix’s waist, trying to touch Ix as much as physically possible.
“It’s going to take even longer now your ass got fucked loose and you aren’t as tight,” said Ix into Eric’s ear.
The way he said such filthy things as if murmuring sweet compliments drove Eric insane.
Eric could barely manage coherent sentences, let alone this sort of master manipulation.
“But fortunately for you, I know how to fix that. Remember how I changed my horns?”
Eric could only blame his post-coital punch-drunkenness that he didn’t understand until he felt it. Ix, already hard, and yet swelling impossibly. Shapeshifting, changed size of his cock until he stuffed Eric full.
“It’s too big, Ix, please, please.” Eric whimpered as his ass, already sensitive, clenched uncontrollably.
“I already told you, I won’t stop once I start,” said Ix, his words uncharacteristically gentle, entirely at odds with the way he pressed Eric back against the door, gave him a single moment to brace himself, and then fucked him relentlessly.
Eric screamed, his back bowing as Ix pressed bruises into his hips to keep him in place.
Everything hurt and his body buckled to get away and yet he craved it and clung to Ix’s shoulders to press him in as close as possible.
Ix used him, thoroughly and completely, with no regard for Eric’s wishes, because Eric was his, to own and to do whatever he wished with.
“Good boy,” growled Ix.
Eric came. Even though his limp cock had no seed left, it was as if a dam inside of him cracked open, a wave of pleasure washing over him as the words echoed in his head. No, not just in his head; in his ears, because Ix was saying it still. “Good boy, such a good boy for me.”
Ix slipped his cock out of Eric’s ass and the change in sensation was so sudden he almost gasped.
And then he did gasp when he saw it, long and thick, the ridges even more pronounced, the curve of it almost designed to wreak havoc on Eric’s insides, as Ix finally came.
Eric moaned, the debauched sight scratching an itch under his skin he couldn’t describe, as Ix spilled all over them.
A hot load that spurted over both of their chests, intermingling with the smears of Eric’s own, up his neck, a splatter of it into Eric’s mouth that he swallowed thickly.
“Hells,” said Eric, and then could not think of anything else to say. “Hells.”
They stayed like that, Eric’s legs locked over Ix’s hips, Ix bracing himself upright by leaning forwards, for a long while.
He felt as if he’d gone a full three rounds.
Everything hurt but in that glorious feeling of having put his muscles to good use.
It wasn’t until Eric’s sweat started cooling and he could feel Ix’s heart, thump-thumping against his chest, return to a regular beat that words returned to him.
“Thank the hells you have your magic back to tidy up this time.”
Ix peeled himself free with a groan. His cock had returned to its previous, albeit still impressive, size.
He helped Eric disentangle his limbs, snorting as Eric wobbled as he tried to put weight on his legs.
Oh gods, Eric was going to have to go into seclusion, he wasn’t going to be able to hide how everything hurt and everything felt like a stab of pleasure.
They staggered three steps sidewards to the bed, half falling onto the cool sheets together.
Ix pushed the sweat-soaked hair out of Eric’s eyes so Eric could see his grin, wide enough that his sharp, sharp teeth were showing.
“Why would I use magic to clean us up when you have a perfectly functioning mouth?”
Godsfuckingdamn him. Eric closed his eyes.
The thought of it was unbearable. He was too tired for this and yet his cock was attempting to show interest again.
He needed better retorts. He needed a way to stop his mind from turning into mush whenever Ix said something provokingly flirtatious.
He needed to get his mouth all over Ix’s body but also he needed a moment before any of his limbs worked.
“You can have that point,” murmured Eric begrudgingly. It was possibly the first time in this nonexistent game of points that Eric held in his mind where he had willingly given Ixthan a point. A shadow fell over his eyes; he opened his eyes again.
There he was. Ix. Still grinning. Reaching out to pull Eric close even though they were both a mess, and well, if that was not the most apt summary of their entire time together, Eric could not think of a better one.