Chapter 13
DTF
It’s a very strange experience, eating pasta with cheap tomato sauce while an interdimensional monster watches you intensely.
He started off just glancing over occasionally from the TV. Dividing his attention between watching people yell about who someone’s mother was, and observing me eating my dinner.
But now EastEnders has reached its dramatic end and the drum beat end credits tune is playing, someone else is someone’s mother, and Dis is not paying the slightest attention. His glowing blue eyes are entirely fixed on me lifting forkfuls of penne to my mouth.
“Do you want some?” I ask, trying not to squirm under the weight of his regard.
His eyes grow brighter. “Of you, yes.”
I nearly inhale pasta. “That’s not what I meant, and you know it!”
His lips twitch. Possibly a smirk. Possibly a genuine smile. I’m judging him for it either way.
I put my nearly empty bowl down by my feet and stare back at him.
Two can play that game. I may not have glowing, ethereal eyes, but I’m no wallflower.
I’m a witch. The person who summoned him and bound him.
Technically, right now, I own his ass. So he should have the grace to be a little worried.
Or at least somewhat concerned about the power I hold over him.
This isn’t some kinky roleplay.
It’s real.
And really hot.
Damnit.
“Come into the circle, Little Witch. I wish to feast.”
His low voice rumbles right through me. It bypasses my brain entirely and goes directly to my cock. I have to dig my fingers into the sofa to stop myself from leaping up and obeying him.
I breathe in deeply through my nose. I’m better than this. My days of throwing myself at hot guys are over. I have self-respect now. Restraint, and other mature things.
“I will not be satisfied with a mere sip this time. I will explore every inch of you. With my tongue. I will bring you to your peak three times. Or more.”
I’ve never moved so fast in my life. I should audition for the Olympics, or however they do it, because if I’m capable of this level of speed when I’m trying to fight it, imagine if I was all in?
I pause at the very edge of the circle and focus on mustering some dignity.
Dis flows to his feet and beckons me closer with a courtly gesture that should not be sexy. At all. But really, really is.
Fuck.
Throwing myself into the circle isn’t the safest idea. It would be far more sensible to have him blow me like before. But I really, truly like the sound of his proposition. It’s the best proposition I’ve ever been given.
My lungs suck in a shaky breath as I try to think with my rational, logical brain, and not with my cock.
I need to feed Dis, this is an established fact. Fact two, my love life died long ago. Probably around the time Dis was born. Okay, that’s dramatic. It wasn’t that long ago I last got laid, it just feels like it.
Fact three, Dis isn’t going to rip my head off. Probably not. He’d challenge me to a duel first, or something honourable.
Anyways, add those facts together and the point is, I don’t know why I’m hesitating. There is no need to pause. The situation may be morally murky, but I’ve never claimed to be a good person.
Dis is hot and down to fuck. I’m horny. That’s all that matters. Consenting adults and all that. If you ignore the whole captor and captive, enemies, and potential starvation stuff. And it seems I am very capable of ignoring all of that.
“Do I have your word, Disney, that if I step into the circle, you will not harm me. Only feed?” I say, because contrary to all appearances, I’m not entirely an idiot.
He dips his head formally. “You have my word, Little Witch.”
Right. There we go. I have his word. There really is no reason to delay the inevitable. Here goes nothing.
I take a deep breath and step into the summoning circle. Magic tingles over my skin, but allows me through.
Now I’m standing in the middle of my living room, except it is nowhere near as mundane as that. It’s a bare circle of my floor, but also so much more.
Including the fact that Dis is in here, staring at me. Nothing between us. Nothing to protect me. Just me and the monster I trapped for revenge.
Blue eyes gleam. I shiver.
He pounces, and I only just manage to bite back a squeak of alarm. It’s not an attack. It’s an embrace. Of sorts.
He is all around me. Incorporeal coiling shadows. Cold and mist-like. Enveloping me in a 360 degrees hug.
He swirls and twists, gliding over me, caressing me. Causing my skin to goosepimple and my cock to stiffen.
Shadows slip under the hem of my tee shirt, kissing over my bare skin. He brushes over my pierced nipples, and a low grumbling rumble fills the air. It’s a sound of pure appreciation.
He flicks them. Twists them. The sensation shoots like electricity through every single nerve ending I possess. It reaches my toes and lights up my brain.
My head falls back as a gasp pours out of me. Oh shit. This feels good. Really, really good.
Shadows swirl, shift, and reform. Dis is corporeal again, standing behind me, using very solid feeling hands to play with my nipple piercings.
I cry out again. Pleasure builds and builds.
Soft, cool lips nuzzle at the sensitive skin of my neck. A kiss. A caress. The sensation is bliss, the tenderness is overwhelming.
My knees go weak. I lean back against him and he holds me easily.
His hands leave my nipples, they drift lower, skimming lightly over my chest and stomach. I gasp as my nipple piercings are flicked again. This time not by his hands. By his shadows. I’ having my nipples played with by shadow tentacles, and I’m all for it.
While his shadow tentacles play. His hands start unbuttoning my jeans. I like button flies. It’s a whole vibe. More classy than zips.
Dis doesn’t seem to mind. He also seems perfectly au fait with how buttons work. He is undoing each one diligently. Slowly, carefully. Making a huge spectacle of it.
He’s a fucking tease.
Finally the last button is undone. I can barely breathe.
His hand slips inside my undone jeans. He cups my cock and balls through the silk of my black panties. I groan.
His palm caresses the silk. He rumbles again. He likes my panties.
My heart rate picks up. My stomach flutters.
Does he understand they are gender nonconforming? Is he appreciating the rebellion? The kick-ass punkness? Or is he merely appreciating the texture? Does everyone wear silk underwear in the Shadow Realm? Does he?
I groan and shudder through that mental image.
Dis strokes me through the silk. Fuck, that feels exquisite. I think I don’t care why he likes them, I just find it sexy that he does like them. His appreciation feels good.
He slips my jeans down, just enough to bare my ass and give him good access to my cock.
My hips thrust forward, rubbing myself against his hand. He doesn’t free my cock from the silk. He simply continues to rub me through it. Up and down. Pushing the soft material up and down my achingly hard length.
There’s a rapidly growing wet patch where I’m seriously leaking precum, and the soaked silk feels even more incredible than the dry silk.
A whimper escapes me. My hips flex backwards. The panties aren’t a G-string, but there’s not much material covering my ass cheeks, so it’s mostly bare skin that grinds against Dis. He’s shadowy but surprisingly firm. And warm.
And wait. Is that a cock?
He’s a lot taller than me, as most people are. But judging by the angle of his hands and his lips on my neck and the feel of him pressed against my back, he’s decided to materialise as only slightly taller than me. Or decided not to bother forming below the knees.
Whatever. The point is, despite our height difference, right now our groins are pretty level. And I swear that’s a cock pressing against my ass cheeks.
I wasn’t sure if shadow men had cocks. I haven’t been able to get Adam to share all the deets, and it felt wrong to ask the prince himself, mostly because Hex would grin and offer to pull down his pants, and that would make Adam uncomfortable.
I shake my head. I’m going to stop thinking about my best friend while I’m getting down and dirty.
I’m going to think about the very hard cock pressing into my ass cheeks. It feels like a very nice cock. And it means Dis is aroused right now. This isn’t just feeding for him. He is enjoying this. Enjoying me.
A shudder wracks my body. My ass pushes back even harder. Oh my, that really is a nice cock. Big, and I’ve always been a size queen. Oh fuck. I want it. I want Dis’s cock to rearrange my guts.
With a cry, I come. Hard. My lungs seize, my muscles clench. I judder and spasm while my mind spins and floats.
Dis holds me through it all. I feel him absorbing my ecstasy. Like a sponge soaking up water. Euphoria flows out of me and into him.
His hand never stops teasing my cock through the silk. He slows, eases the pressure, but doesn’t stop.
It’s too much. I’m oversensitive now. I squirm and try to step away from him.
An arm snakes around my waist, tightens, and holds me in place.
“You agreed to three times, Little Witch,” he whispers in my ear.
I shiver. “You promised to use your tongue.”
“I intend to,” he rumbles. “Do you intend to uphold your end of our agreement?”
I force a swallow down my throat, it’s hard to remember how all my muscles work. “I…um…yes.” I fall still. Stop squirming. Start surrendering.
Dis chuckles, the sound tickling my ear. “Good boy.”
I hiss. This motherfucker… but then suddenly I’m yelling. Warm, wet heat is suckling on one of my swollen and engorged nipples. Dis has swirled around to my front and is sucking on my nipple. The pleasure is profound. There are no more thoughts.
Only joy.