Chapter 17
Captor and Captive with Benefits
“You’re late,” Dis's words rumble through the flat.
I haven’t even pulled my key out of the lock, and Dis is complaining. This must be what being married is like.
“Bunny wasn’t feeling well, so I helped him close up.” I explain, even though there is no reason to justify myself, to anyone ever.
“You said you’d feed me when you got home. You said you’d be home at seven p.m.”
I stomp into the living room. Dis is sitting on the futon, watching Murder She Wrote. He doesn’t look up at me, and his arms are crossed over his chest, and he’s clearly huffy.
“You have kept me waiting and hungry.”
“Fucking hell, can I take my boots off first? Shower? Maybe grab something to eat?”
“If you are swift, I will permit it.” He intones regally.
The sheer audacity of this pompous jerk. As if he has a choice. As if he could do a single thing if I chose not to feed him.
“I wasn’t actually asking…” I begin, then stop. It’s been a long day and I really don’t have the energy to explain sarcasm to an eldritch horror.
My lungs empty on a long, weary sigh. My shoulders drop. I turn on my heels and head for the shower without saying another word.
Despite how annoying he is, it is nice to be wanted so eagerly. And he can pretend all he likes that it’s only about sustenance. But last time, I felt his cock, his very hard cock. He’s a horny bastard who’s faking being above such things, and I’m on to him.
I kick my boots off, strip out of my clothes, whack the shower on and step under the spray before it’s fully warmed up. The zap is refreshing. The water feels good. It’s washing away tension as well as the sweat from a hard day’s work.
I allow my mind to drift. I hum a little.
Then I freeze in horror.
I’ve started to turn this into an everything shower.
Which is completely unnecessary. Dis is horny, I’m horny. I felt his package, and it felt like a very nice package. But that doesn’t mean… I’m not going to… This is just a quick freshen-up shower, then Dis is going to blow me or give me a hand job or kiss me all over like last time.
I’m not going to bottom for my captive. Absolutely not. Letting your enemy fuck you is all kinds of fucked up, and I’m not that kind of freak.
While my mind freaks out, my hands continue doing what they are doing. Going through the motions on autopilot, as if it wasn’t aeons ago I last needed to do this.
Fine.
I’m halfway done now, might as well continue. No harm in that.
When I finish my shower, I walk into the living room with just a towel slung around my waist.
Dis has turned the TV off. He is standing with his hands clasped behind his back, waiting for me. It’s strangely hot.
His sapphire gaze begins an immediate, slow, and thorough perusal of every part of me that’s not covered by the towel. His eyes glow even brighter than usual.
A shiver dances over my skin. Okay, that really is hot.
There is nothing quite as good as being appreciated.
And despite being short, I’m proud of my body.
I don’t look after it or anything, but still.
I look good. I don’t need to look after it.
Maybe I will when I’m older, but for now it seems to take care of itself.
Anyways, it’s nice that Dis appreciates what I’ve got. Because he should. He’s lucky to be seeing it.
I step up to the barrier of the circle. Dis stares, seemingly transfixed by my belly button ring.
I drop the towel. No being tormented and teased with silk today. Not happening. He is going to have to put his actual hands on my actual cock. Skin on skin, or is that skin on shadow, shadow on skin? Whatever. It’s happening.
Dis’s gaze drops down to my very hard cock. It lingers.
I smirk and step into the circle.
He pounces again, and my smirk turns into a gasp. Stepping into Dis’s circle is like jumping into an aquarium of very hungry piranhas. Instant attack.
Oh shit. What if he really is that hungry? Have I been unintentionally starving him?
I push down the wave of unease with a promise to feed him more often. A lot more often, because I’m altruistic like that. Kindness is my middle name.
I grunt softly as he forms behind me again. Lips on neck, shadows tugging on nipples, hands gliding down towards my cock. This is so much better without clothes.
I reach behind my ass and rub his hard cock through his shadowy trousers.
He freezes. Falls utterly motionless. Even the shadows swirling around him stop writhing.
I pause.
“I do not need to feel pleasure to feed from you, Little Witch,” he rumbles softly in my ear.
Another shiver dances over me. “I know.” I agree. “But I want you to.”
He breathes in sharply behind me, even though I didn’t think shadow beings needed to breathe.
I gently give him another rub. His entire form does something, almost like it’s now vibrating to a frequency that I can’t hear.
“Is this okay?” I whisper.
He shudders. Undulates.
“Yes.”
I grin and begin stroking him in earnest. The angle is a little awkward, but I’ve done more with less.
He drapes himself over my back. Shadows twirl lazily over my nipples, drift gently over my cock. Soft, barely there movements, as if he is far too distracted by what I’m doing to his cock to focus on anything else.
My grin stretches even wider. Talk about flattering.
I press down harder on his cock, speed up a little. He makes a truly delightful sound, then he wriggles, does something, and suddenly his clothes are gone and I’m touching naked shadow cock.
It feels incredible. Silky, weighty, and girthy. Far warmer than I expected, almost hot to touch. All while maintaining a wispy, mistlike, feel. Like stroking super condensed shadows. Darkness given gravity. All pliable and throbbing.
Oh fuck.
It’s by far the nicest cock I’ve ever been acquainted with, and my mouth is watering with how much I want it.
But for now, having it in my hand is all kinds of fun. Especially the way Dis is reacting. It’s almost as if no one has ever given him a handjob before.
Oh crap. What if that’s true? Do weapons get to shag?
Is royalty allowed to play the field? He was given Hex’s ex-fiance when he stole Hex’s throne.
But Hex took his throne back and the fiance that went with it and decided he wanted neither, before Dis could get married.
So he was royalty and engaged. Maybe he wasn’t allowed to sleep around?
He’s definitely sucked cock before, it’s totally impossible to be that good at it without extensive practice. Nevertheless, that doesn’t mean he’s ever done anything else.
Wow.
I’m not sure how I feel about that. Some people get off on the virgin thing. It’s never appealed to me. And I really don’t think losing your virginity to the witch who summoned you is ideal, but…
Dis shudders. He groans, so low I can barely hear it. His cock thickens and swells in my hand.
Okay, I can angst over the morals later. This is happening and it’s happening now.
His arms wrap around my chest. His head rests on my shoulder. A backwards hug. It’s incredibly endearing. It’s making my heart go all funny.
I stroke his cock with renewed determination, suddenly very inspired to give him a mind-blowing experience.
My hand dances up and down his silky length. He grows even harder, more solid. More undeniably real.
I throw in a little twist of my wrist, and the reaction is immediate and dramatic. Static zaps over my hand, along my spine. His entire form sparks with it as he presses against my back.
He makes a sound like a soft sigh, a deep exhale.
The living room vibrates, the frequency rising and falling. I can feel it in my teeth and in my chest.
There is an ominous splintering sound. I look down just in time to see a hairline crack race over the floorboards along the edge of the carpet. Then there is a thud and a section of plaster, the size of my head, falls from the ceiling and lands near the sofa.
Then abruptly, everything is quiet and still.
I draw in a shaky breath. That was… I shriek as the room tilts. Wait, it’s not the room spinning, it’s me. Dis is manhandling me and now I’m on the futon, face smooshed against it, knees on it, ass in the air, right where Dis is kneeling.
He pauses. “Is this okay?”
Oh my. What a student. Ten out of ten for quick learning.
“Yes!” I gurgle before I’ve fully processed the question, but who cares. Processing is overrated.
Warm, wetness laps over my exposed hole. I yell as I see stars. Holy fuck.
I try to suck in a breath, but Dis attacks with his tongue again. Eating my ass like a man starved.
My toes curl and my eyes roll back. This is my favourite activity, and Dis is doing it with profound enthusiasm. And I’m pretty sure his tongue is longer than a human’s.
This is heaven.