Epilogue
One Year Later
Ientered my quarters and headed straight for my chamber.
The journey home had taken me far longer than I would have liked, but as a commander and the Prince of Hell, my seat on the council condemns me to endless meetings and flights to the farthest corners of the underworld to settle disputes and issues—no matter how petty or trivial.
My obligations never used to bother me. They were, at most, a mild annoyance.
But ever since Lukas arrived, I found myself despising every moment spent away from him, the distance becoming a torment I am forced to endure until my return.
I quickly learned that my mate did not enjoy our time apart either.
I entered my inner chamber and scented the air. My boy was here.
He lay naked and asleep upon our bed. I stood over him, drinking in the sight.
In the low light, his milky pale skin glowed, a beautiful contrast to the black and red bedding.
He was always the brightest little thing in any room.
His blond curls had grown significantly longer, reaching his shoulders and now framing his entire face in soft waves.
My gaze fell to his lips, pink and plump.
A sudden, powerful rush of desire and affection tightened in my chest, so fierce it stole my breath.
I reached down and gently brushed a stray curl from his forehead. Even in his sleep, he sought me, leaning into my touch as a soft, wordless murmur escaped his parted lips.
I wondered what he was dreaming of.
I had worried, of course, about how he would settle.
The early days were shadowed by a dark melancholy.
The adjustment was brutal. He had been torn from his world without a chance to bid farewell to his family or friends.
I coerced him, taken him to the underworld against his will.
There were nights I would find him wandering the gardens, his shoulders shaking with silent sobs.
But those dark nights have become few and far between.
The twisted part is that I love him too much to let him go, even if that was what he truly desired, even if it were the best thing for him. But there was no way I was going to let my mate slip through my hands. I am a demon, after all—and a very selfish one.
“Orobas…” My name on his lips pulled me from my thoughts. “You’re back.”
He started to sit up, but I shook my head. “Stay.”
“Okay.” His immediate trust and obedience were a balm for my soul.
I removed my robes and crawled into our bed, pulling him close and covering his face with gentle kisses.
“I missed you,” he said, his voice soft with a pout that I kissed away.
“I know, darling.”
He opened his mouth to mine, and I took control, deepening our kiss. Lukas was always pliant and eager under my touch. Soon, our shared breaths and mingled moans were the only sounds that filled the night air.
“Fuck me, Orobas. Please…I’ve been so empty.”
How could I ever deny him anything?
“Yes, darling. Show me your hole, love.”
Oh? The flush that spread covering his cheeks and neck made me curious.
“Did you already prep yourself? Did you use your special plugs because you couldn’t be without your Lord’s cock a second longer?”
He nodded frantically, his eyes already cloudy with lust. I licked my lips. I could taste his arousal as it perfumed the air.
Wordless, he moved to lie on his back and spread his legs for me, holding himself open for me.
I moved until I knelt between them, the only altar I worshipped at.
“Hurry, I need you! I’m ready.”
“Hmm. I know, but let me inspect your pretty ass first.”
“Whoa!”
I easily lifted him, flipping him onto his stomach.
“Can you give a guy a warning?”
Chuckling, I parted his ass cheeks. His beautiful, pink hole was stretched open around one of the special plugs I commissioned for him. I still recall the horrified expression he had when I first presented it to him.
I pulled at the base and got a hiss in response.
I teased him a little by slowly pulling it out until just the tip was left and shoved it right back.
His rim was shiny, loosened, and stretched out.
..perfect. I ran my fingers around his rim, slipping a finger beside the plug, tugging on the stretched skin, opening it further.
That earned me a few curses.
“Good boy. You’re ready,” I purred.
“I told you. So stop messing around, and stick your dick in me, please.”
I was tempted to roll my eyes, a bad habit I picked up from him. Instead, my hand came down on his ass giving him one quick, sharp slap.
The resulting breathy yelp was music to my ears.
“Behave.”
I pulled the plug out and swiftly had him on his back with his legs in the air, spread open once more.
Before he could come up with another smart retort, I rubbed my wet cockhead against his loose pucker, slathering it in my precum.
I pushed, making him feel that burning stretch I knew he craved.
His body opened for me so easily, and I sank deeper and deeper into Lukas.
A long wail left his throat, and I roared as I bottomed out.
I was home.
“Yes, yes, yes! Fuck me, Orobas!”
“As you command, my love.”
I snapped my hips, making sure my cockhead was spearing his gland with each and every thrust. His ass was sucking me in, squeezing my cock.
I couldn’t look away as my boy spasmed, babbling nonsense, spilling cum and tears. I loved that I could drive him mad.
His tears were freely flowing now, and I leaned down to lap at them, savouring the salty taste.
I was growling, a deep, dark possessive sound. A warning to others.
“You’ve been plugged all day, my boy. On the edge, waiting for your master to come home. The one who owns your orgasms. The only one who is allowed to ever see you in this state.”
“Ah! Ah! Yessss, Orobas. Only you, only you. No one else ever!”
That’s right.
“Come, Lukas.”
He came with a guttural roar, his cockhead spilling hot cum all over us, his back arched off the bed, and the only thing anchoring him in place was my body.
I was on the edge myself. After a few more thrusts, I buried myself deep in my mate’s ass, releasing every drop of cum, filling him.
He moaned as he gripped my arms, angling his hips as if I would deny him.
My cumhungry boy.
I slowly pulled out, making sure not one drop of cum escaped as I grabbed his plug and pushed it back into his fucked-out hole.
I gathered Lukas in my arms, holding him gently as he came down. I stroked his back and buried my nose in his hair, inhaling his unique, clean musky scent now mixed with our cum. A low, satisfied rumble spread through my chest.
The soft sounds of his snores soon filled the air, and I closed my eyes, letting them lull me into my own slumber.