Chapter 7 – Orobas
OROBAS
Ipaced around my chambers, waiting for my mate to be delivered to me by my attendants. My patience was waning, and while I had every right to go in and drag him out myself, I knew there was virtue in waiting. I glanced toward my doors. The moment he crossed that threshold, he would be mine.
As if summoned by my thoughts, the doors swung open, and there he stood.
My breath caught, and I was filled with an odd sensation, foreign and almost painful.
The attendants had done their work well—too well.
My eyes drank him in. A faint blush colored his cheeks, but it did nothing to hide the wariness in his wide, mortal eyes.
He was biting his full lower lip. My mate was nervous.
An intense, possessive feeling gripped me.
His beauty still struck me. There was a reason I was pulled to the surface world.
There was a purity, a radiance, in him that belonged in the high, bureaucratic heavens I so despised.
A fallen angel trapped in the demon’s clutches.
He stood out in my dark chamber like a single, bright star in an endless night.
My two attendants bowed deeply. “We present you Master Lukas,” they chimed in unison before turning and gliding from the room, the doors falling shut behind them. We were alone.
The silence they left was broken only by his frantic, rabbit-quick pulse, and I glanced down to see it fluttering at the base of his throat. My patience evaporated, replaced by hunger.
The moment he crossed the threshold, he became mine. And now, it was time he understood that.
I closed the distance between us in two quick strides.
His eyes widened, but he was rooted to the spot, prey caught in a predator’s gaze.
I raised my hand and cupped the nape of his neck, my thumb settling over that frantic pulse point.
His skin was warm, and at my touch, a sharp gasp escaped his parted lips.
It was all the invitation I needed. I leaned in and captured his lips with mine.
For a few moments, there was resistance. A muffled sound of protest against my lips, his hands came up, pressing flat against my chest in a futile attempt to push me away. The struggle was delicious, that spark of fire and stubbornness I saw in him earlier was alive and well.
I did not yield; it only spurred me on. I deepened the kiss, my thumb stroking a slow, possessive circle on his neck, squeezing it gently, reminding him who was in charge.
I kept a firm hold on him as I licked into his mouth, shoving my tongue deep.
His mouth was sweet like honey, and I also tasted the special wine he drank.
But beneath it all, there was something uniquely him—and it drove me insane.
It was a taste I had been starved of for millennia.
The tension in his body broke. The pushes against my chest softened, his hands curling into my robes, holding on.
Soft sighs and moans escaped his mouth, and his lips softened and began to move tentatively against mine.
He was giving in. His surrender was just as intoxicating as any conquest I could have had by taking it by force.
I gentled the kiss, a small reward for his obedience.
Give in, sweet boy. There’s no turning back.
I broke the kiss. He tried to follow, chasing the kiss as a small, pitiful whine left his lips.
“Sweet Lukas. Don’t try to resist, and I will give you everything.
” I trailed my hands across his cheeks. His chest was rising and falling with each deep breath he took, and his eyes were blown wide—all from a kiss.
An amused huff left me. This boy, for his initial bravado, was quite inexperienced.
My eyes roamed over his body. My cock hardened as the scent of his arousal hit my nose. It was intoxicating.
“Look, my boy,” I purred. I reached down to palm him through his robes. He was already hard and leaking, leaving a damp spot on the silk. I squeezed gently, feeling him twitch in my hands. I licked my lips.
“Ah! Don’t—”
“Your mind may not be ready,” I whispered against his ear as I tightened my grip just shy of painful, “but your body knows better.”
“Let go of me!” He tried to step back. Defiance and arousal etched across his face.
I raised my eyebrows in mock surprise. I squeezed his cock harder once more, this time eliciting a sharp cry and tears.
Oh, his beautiful tears.
The sight of them, and the vulnerability on his face, snapped something deep within me.
His breath hitched with soft sobs. I followed a single tear rolling down his face. I reached over and started to lick. “Glorious!”
With a quick, sharp tug, I ripped his garment apart.
Ribbons of fabric fell onto my polished floor like fallen leaves, baring him completely.
He stood before me, his chest heaving, skin flushed from his neck to his cheeks.
My mate was lean and athletic, with fairly defined abs that tapered to a narrow waist. His human cock was beautiful.
Nestled in wiry dark brown hair, the cockhead flushed and pink, hard and against his belly.
Perfectly proportioned to his size. His nipples, I noted with delight, were also pink and erect like his little cock.
“Mine,” I breathed. I grabbed him, lifting him up and quickly depositing him onto my bed.
My sweet mate was momentarily stunned, lying on his back and dazed, before flipping around and trying to scurry away.
I grabbed his leg, pulling him back toward me, and climbed on top of him, using my weight to pin him down. I dwarfed him. There was no escaping.
“Are you going to behave, Lukas?” I purred into his ear before biting the lobe. The poor boy was trembling, sobs wracking his body. He slowly nodded, but that wasn’t enough. “Are you going to behave yourself?”
“Yes. Yes, I will.”
“Good boy,” I praised. “I love a good fuck after a hunt, but not tonight.”
I leaned back and disrobed myself. I reached down to stroke my hard cock and groaned. I wanted to ram my dick into his ass and take him right this moment, but there was no way my tiny mate could take it without being prepped.
“On your hands and knees,” I ordered.
Despite his hiccupping sobs, he obeyed and did as I asked.
I was presented with a glorious, round ass.
I squeezed it. Firm and muscular but soft.
Each cheek fit perfectly in my hands. My mate arched into my touch.
His sobs were slowly but surely turning into moans as I continued to knead his plump ass.
I palmed his cheeks one last time before I spread them apart.
“Fucking hell,” he cursed.
I smirked. Nestled right there, greeting me, was the most glorious hole. Smooth, pink, beautiful, and untouched. This boy had never had a cock up his ass before. That knowledge made my balls ache and my mouth water. I bent lower and rubbed my nose along his crease, taking in his clean, musky scent.
“You smell divine, my sweet boy.”
I ran the tip of my tongue over the puckered skin, savouring that first taste.
I did it again and again as quiet whimpers filled the air.
I backed off for a moment and watched his hole clench, now slick with my saliva.
I dove back in, spitting directly on his hole this time, and teased his opening with my stiffened tongue, prodding at it.
I blew on it, making goosebumps erupt across his skin.
I finally forced the tip of my tongue in, breaching that ring, and my mate let out a yelp of surprise.
His innocence only fueled me as my cock started leaking precum.
I had tunnel vision, and my prize was opening up his tiny hole.
I buried my face between his ass cheeks and switched between probing and suckling on his pucker, loosening those muscles.
I noticed his trembling and cries weren’t of fear anymore but of ecstasy.
“Oh my god, holy fuck,” he panted between moans. I nibbled at his rim, making him scream. My mate was so sensitive, and we had barely started. My tongue was longer than any human’s, so I reached deep inside him, stroking his gland. His hole clenched and fluttered around me.
“P-please. Stop, I’m going to come!” He sobbed, knuckles white, gripping the sheets for dear life.
The protests flowing from his mouth and his body’s reactions did not match.
He was pushing his ass against me, suffocating me, riding on my tongue.
So I kept going. I pulled my tongue out, and another pathetic moan released from his lips.
I sucked on his rim almost painfully before I pushed my tongue back inside, deeper, rubbing against that sweet, sweet gland.
My mate was now chanting, babbling, pleading, reminding me how close he was. “L-let me come, I beg you.”
He was close to coming just from this! Lukas’ cries of ecstasy were like prayers to me.
His walls pulsed and clenched as I ate him from the inside.
He shuddered and screamed, and the scent of his cum hit my nose.
He rocked his hips, straining, seeking more.
I huffed in amusement, even as I hungered for more.
With one last lick, I pulled back and looked at the small, dark opening before slipping the tip of my finger inside.
“You will come on my fist next.”
I reached around him, and his cock was still hard, as I expected. The drink my attendants gave him will provide him with the stamina required as a demon’s mate. I ran my hand across his belly and cock, coating my fingers with his cum, and brought it to my mouth, tasting it, swallowing it.
Delectable.
“Your what?!”
“You heard me. Humans cannot take my cock without being stretched properly. You’re clearly a virgin here—’’ I pushed my finger in up to the second knuckle, “—never having taken anything up your ass. Despite what you think of me, I don’t want to hurt you that way…”
“Ah! Fuck!”
He lifted his head and locked eyes with me. I chuckled. He was a mess. His face flushed, glistening with sweat and tears.
Beautiful.
“You bastard…you’ll shred me with those claws!”
I laughed. He still had some fight in him. It was admirable.
I held out my hand. “See? Nothing to worry about.”
“What…I swear, you had…”
His confusion was adorable, so I did a little demonstration for him, letting my talons grow before retracting them.
“You’ll be fine. I’ve had human lovers in the past. I know how delicate you are. Besides, have you not realized I’ve had a finger up your ass this whole time, and you’ve been fucking yourself on it?”
“S-shut up!”
“Don’t be embarrassed, sweet boy. I love it.”