Chapter 10 – Lukas
LUKAS
Iwas clearly bewitched. The mind-blowing orgasms, back to back, had clearly fried my brain because, while I was nervous as fuck—who wouldn’t be with an actual monster cock that could be used as a Judas cradle staring right at them—I trusted him.
One hand rubbed my stomach, and the other stroked that weapon. He made himself at home right between my legs.
I was all over the place mentally. Was I freaked out? Hell yeah! But a deep, deep, fucked up part of me wanted it.
He gripped my thighs under my knees, bending me in half and spreading me wide open. He was right above me, pressing me into the plush bed, caging me. All five of my senses belonged to Orobas.
“Shittt!” I felt the strain. Fuck him for being so…so massive. And then I felt it—that warm, slick liquid down my crease. Lube? But that didn’t make sense.
“Wha—?”
“Human males, unfortunately, do not produce their own slick from their holes,” he growled. “But luckily for you, we demons are able to fix that.”
His cock prodded at my rim, releasing that magic lube as he pushed in. The air rushed out as I felt the pressure and strain. Prepped, my ass! Clearly, his dick was double the size of his fist.
I felt every inch of him, a burning, impossible pressure pushing through my hole.
“Ahh!” I threw my head back as a long, ragged wail tore from my lips as he continued to push in, burying himself deeper into my ass. My hands, which had been gripping the sheets, flew to his arms, my nails digging desperately into his skin.
“Look at me, Lukas,” he growled.
I didn’t even realize my eyes had screwed shut. I forced them open, meeting his otherworldly gaze. He was so impossibly close. Orobas was the only thing I could see.
“So proud of you,” he murmured against my lips as our breaths mingled. “There you go, my sweet boy. I’m already halfway in.” He grunted as he continued to rock into me. “You’re opening right up for me. This is where I belong.”
His nostrils flared as he closed the gap between us and captured my mouth in a hot, searing kiss. He licked deep inside, sucking on my tongue, swallowing my moans and the sob that threatened to break free.
The lack of air and pain was making me feel high.
I was floating. I started to rock my hips, meeting his thrusts.
I wanted him in me. I wanted that blinding pleasure only he could give.
I didn’t want to admit it to myself, but I was addicted already.
I should’ve felt some kind of shame, but I just felt liberated.
It was as if a switch had been flipped, and any last reservations I had were gone.
I broke the kiss for a moment, catching my breath before diving back in, my lips slotting against his once more.
It wasn’t lost on me that it was the first time I initiated something with Orobas.
My hands wound around his neck, pulling him close to me.
I angled my mouth to deepen our kiss, my own tongue finding his once more.
He gave me control for a few moments before taking charge.
His taste and scent were clearly an aphrodisiac of some sort. I tried to reach between us so I could grab my own cock, but Orobas slowed and ended our kiss, then he pulled his dick right out of me.
“No, no, no! Please, I’ll be your good boy. I promise.” I was babbling, pleading with him. I fucked up! My ass felt so empty, clenching at nothing.
“Shh, my mate. I’ll never leave you bereft. I will flood your insides with my cum. You will go to sleep tonight plugged with a belly full of cum.”
I started to sob. My dick hurt, and the pressure in my balls was too much.
They were already drawn up. I was in pain, and the only thing that could make it better was him.
He controlled my orgasms...my master. Before the last thread of my sanity snapped, I felt his hips snap and his massive dick ram right back in, cramming every inch in.
I screamed as my back arched right off the mattress, my eyes rolling into the back of my head while he began a punishing pace, hitting my prostrate with deadly accuracy. He was relentless.
All I could do was hold on as he continued to slam into me, each thrust knocking the wind from my lungs. I felt his ribbed cock dragging against my walls, making me delirious. My neglected cock was leaking precum as it slapped against my stomach with his thrusts. It was an obscene sight.
Fuck, was I a mess.
“Your hole is a furnace, my darling. I fisted you and loosened you up, yet you grip my cock, suffocating it. Beautiful, my greedy cockslut.”
Yes, yes, yes. Your cockslut.
The sounds of skin slapping, my cries, and his grunts filled the room.
Orobas looked down at me, and the desire etched across his face stole my breath. His eyes were black, the gold now gone. In his eyes, I was the only thing that mattered, as if I were precious. Despite the lust and the intensity, there was an undeniable tenderness in his gaze.
Closing my eyes, I let him use me like his personal fucktoy. He was in charge, yet I still felt powerful knowing that it was me giving this demon—this supernatural creature, the literal Prince of Hell—so much pleasure.
“No one else has ever fucked you here, sweetheart.”
It wasn’t a question, but I shook my head. “No one. You’re the only one, Orobas.”
“I’m your first and last.” He declared with a possessive growl as he continued his frantic and brutal thrusts. My legs were shaking, my muscles were strained, and I was crying because of that sweet line between pleasure and pain.
“Only you,” I sobbed.
“Good boy. Now come, darling.”
As if an invisible string had been severed, my body spasmed. White-hot lightning spread from my hole, through my balls, and out my dick.
I exploded.
Like a ticking time bomb, my cock blew, shooting rope after rope of cum as my hips bucked. I felt hot cum hit the corners of my lips. My dick just kept going and going. My vision darkened at the edges. I was close to passing out again.
“That’s it, my darling. Let go,” Orobas commanded.
I was shouting his praises. At this moment, as my orgasm ripped through me, he was my God. My dick was still jerking, releasing cum. It wasn’t normal, but I didn’t care...I was basking in it.
Orobas grunted, his thrusts had become jerky, until finally he came with an ear shattering roar. I keened as his hot cum filled me. I felt his dick pulsating inside me, releasing, coating me from the side. My stomach began to cramp.
I threw my head back, bearing my neck to him, and I felt a sharp, hot pain as he latched onto my neck, biting hard.
“Every single drop is just for you. You will smell of my cum inside out, my sweet mate.”
“I-I…wan it, a-all…of it. Mine.” My words were slurring.
“You’re cum drunk, my darling.”
He slowly pulled out, and I felt a gush of cum run down my ass. I was basically all nerve endings, so I couldn’t help the hiss of pain that slipped out.
My ass was thoroughly abused.
He gently set my legs down, and at this point, I could barely feel them, but that was a problem for another day. My mind was hazy as I watched Orobas run his fingers through my cum before bringing his fingers to his mouth and sucking it off.
The way he moaned like it was the most delicious thing he had ever tasted filled my chest with a weird warmth. He did it again and again.
“Delicious,” he simply said.
He lifted my legs, spreading them. His hot cum dripped down my thighs.
I felt like jelly, and my insides were turned to liquid.
I watched him as he dipped his fingers into my ass.
He played with my rim, pushing his cum back inside me with the most obscene, squelching sounds known to man.
Then he dipped his head again, lapping and sucking at my hole.
I whined. My ass was so sensitive, but I didn’t want him to stop.
I reached out and gripped his horns, pushing down as I slowly rode his tongue.
His dark chuckle rumbled through me. I didn’t need to come—my dick was officially out of commission—but his saliva had to have some kind of healing properties.
Whatever soreness I had was slowly fading.
A moment later, he pulled back. He opened his mouth, rolling out that long, dark tongue to show me his own release glistening there.
I wanted to squirm away, to hide from the intimacy of it. I thought I couldn’t get any more embarrassed, but I was so fucking wrong.
He crawled over to me, his long black hair falling like a curtain, shielding us from the outside world.
“Open your mouth, sweet mate.” I did as he ordered.
He leaned in, his lips hovering over mine, and a thick, warm mixture of his saliva, his cum, and my own cum spilled from his mouth into mine.
The taste was salty, smoky, musky…addictive.
I obediently swallowed, working my throat, taking everything he gave me.
“That’s it, saved it for you.” He ran his fingers over my lips, smearing his cum all over it. He slipped a finger in my mouth, and I sucked. “I want to see these lips wrapped around my cock. I want you to choke on it, drinking my cum as it coats your mouth and throat and floods your belly.”
A vivid, terrifying image of me trying to take his cock—in its final form—down my throat flashed in my mind.
A slow grin spread across his face. Nothing escaped him.
As if answering my unspoken question, he slipped his finger out and trailed from my lips down to my throat, his thumb pressing gently against my windpipe. “I will train you,” his murmur a dark and thrilling promise. “You will love it and beg for it.”
I gave a silent nod.
There was no way I was going to leave. The one mistake I made—cutting myself in that cell—brought me Orobas, and I made a promise in exchange for my friends’ safety.
Would I miss Jess and Darcy, my family, my life?
Yes, of course. I had no clue what was in store for me outside these doors, but if it meant being with Orobas like this… maybe it wasn’t all bad.