Epilogue #2
Ashmedai hummed in approval, slipping a hand between Nicolas’s legs to wrap around his hard length.
His other hand went to his sac, tugging and teasing.
A slow shudder rolled down Nicolas’s spine, and his hips bucked as he came across the bedsheets, his hands twisting in the fabric.
Ashmedai eased him through it, stroking tenderly through the aftershocks until Nicolas was spent and lax.
When he removed his tongue, Nicolas’s hole fluttered with need.
Ashmedai took his time working his way up Nicolas’s body, kissing and sucking and licking.
Everywhere he went, he left marks behind.
Teeth-shaped scrapes and divots, smeared hickeys, claw pricks.
By the time he reached the back of his neck, Nicolas was panting, squirming beneath him.
“Fuck me, Ash,” he pleaded, turning his head in search of a kiss.
It would take nothing to enter him. Ashmedai’s cock was extended and leaking, dripping into Nicolas’s crack, and his hole was softened and ready for him. But he waited, rutting against Nicolas to tease them both, draw it out.
When Nicolas was fully hard and begging, he finally notched his cock against his entrance and pressed inside.
Nicolas rolled his hips back, his spine arching beautifully as he tried to take Ashmedai deeper.
But Ashmedai pressed his hips down with one hand, growling in disapproval.
His other hand flattened between Nicolas’s shoulder blades, pinning him to the bed.
“Ash—”
“Mine,” he growled in Nicolas’s ear. He pulled out and slammed back in, and Nicolas’s wanton cry filled the air. “Mine to fuck. To hold. To taste. Mine to do with as I please.” Every statement was punctuated with a thrust, his cock tunneling inside Nicolas’s tight body.
“Yes, yes,” Nicolas sobbed.
“Mine to own,” Ashmedai went on, grabbed Nicolas’s jaw and turning his head so their eyes met in the mirror. Their bodies made for a beautiful sight, Nicolas sprawled beneath him, arching up as much as he could to meet Ashmedai’s pistoning hips. “Mine to keep. Mine to have. Forever. Forever.”
“Yes, yes, forever,” Nicolas moaned. “Please, God, harder.”
Ashmedai chuckled at the notion of begging God for a demon to fuck him harder. He leaned forward, grinding in deep, and rumbled, “Not God, my light.”
Nicolas’s eyes popped open, and he grinned. “It’s just a—” he stopped with a gasp when Ashmedai circled his hips, “—habit, oh, do that again.”
Ashmedai obeyed, nibbling Nicolas’s ear as he did. “Say my name, not God.”
“Oh, Ash,” Nicolas moaned readily, angling his head back for a sloppy kiss. “Please, Ash, please, harder. I’m so close.”
Ashmedai pounded into him as hard as he thought Nicolas’s fragile human body could handle.
The wet slap of skin filled the air. Nicolas’s hands twisted in the sheet, muscles quivering as he neared his climax.
His hole tightened, seeming to suck Ashmedai in deeper, and then he came with an explosive cry, writhing as it washed over him, his cock untouched and trapped between his body and the mattress.
Ashmedai slowed his thrusts but didn’t stop.
With every slow drag through his channel, Nicolas shivered, his muscles jerking involuntarily.
He pressed his mouth against Ashmedai’s forearm, damp breaths warming his skin.
Ashmedai watched his eyes roll back in his head.
His face was flushed prettily, hair gleaming with sweat in the moonlight.
“Ash, please,” he mewled. “I can’t—I can’t take any more.” But even as he spoke, he angled his head back to seek Ashmedai’s mouth.
Ashmedai chuckled, meeting his lips. “I think you can.”
Nicolas moaned pitifully. “‘M so tired, Ash.”
“I know, my light. Lay your head down and close your eyes. Let your mind drift and feel only me.”
He obeyed, letting his head drop to the bed and closing his eyes. “I love you.”
“And I you.”
Ashmedai lost track of time, not chasing his release but languidly trailing after it, knowing he would reach it when he was meant to.
Nicolas’s fingers tangled with his, and his quiet moans were the only thing that broke the silence for a while, his face slack with pleasure.
Ashmedai’s other hand scritched through his messy curls while he mouthed absentminded kisses across Nicolas’s neck and shoulders, anywhere within easy reach.
After some time, Nicolas’s moans took on a more desperate pitch, deep and needy, as his cock hardened once again.
He didn’t open his eyes but canted his hips back to invite harder thrusts.
Ashmedai slipped a hand under his body to take his cum-slick cock in hand and widened his thrusts, filling the air with the slap of skin once more.
Nicolas’s shoulder blades were flushed now, too.
Ashmedai worried at the blood-warmed skin with his teeth as his climax neared.
“Ash, oh please, I’m so close, please just a little more,” Nicolas said mindlessly, his body as tight as a bowstring.
“Feel so good, my light,” he purred in Nicolas’s ear. “Your body made for me. Made to be mine. Do you feel it? How perfect we are together?”
“Yes, yes, oh God.” Nicolas’s hole tightened like a vise as he came for the third time, spilling his hot seed across Ashmedai’s fingers.
Ashmedai drove inside the tight squeeze of his channel a few more times and stilled, burying his face in Nicolas’s neck as his fluttering hole milked the cum from his cock.
Nicolas’s body loosened, and he blinked his eyes open to cast Ashmedai an exhausted smile. “That was perfect.”
Ashmedai nuzzled him. “Good. Wish we could stay like this. Want to be inside you always.”
“You are—where it counts, at least. You’re in my heart.”
“And your bloodstream,” Ashmedai added with a toothy grin.
Nicolas laughed, his soul flaring bright. “Yeah. That, too.”
Unfortunately, Ashmedai couldn’t stay inside Nicolas forever.
With a kiss to his shoulder, he climbed from the bed and fetched a wet washcloth from the bathroom.
Nicolas was dozing when he returned, in exactly the same position Ashmedai had left him in.
He cleaned the cum and slick from Nicolas’s skin and rolled him away from the wet spot on the sheet.
Nicolas chuckled sleepily as he moved, pulling the blankets up over himself as Ashmedai tossed the washcloth in the hamper across the room.
As he curled around his human from behind, Nicolas said, “I can’t believe you made me come three times. I feel like a wrung out dishtowel.”
“Is that a good thing?”
Nicolas snorted. “Yeah. I asked you to exhaust me. You definitely did that.”
It was true. His body was warm and pliant, all tension completely drained from his limbs.
“Good. Sleep.”
Nicolas snuggled more firmly against him and went still. Ashmedai thought he was actually going to sleep until he said, “Hey, Ash?”
“Yes, my light?”
Silence extended as Nicolas deliberated. “What do you think is gonna happen?”
Ashmedai considered his answer carefully. What was Nicolas asking about in particular? “In our future?”
“Yeah. Ira said he saw Daniel in the future, but Daniel’s gone.
But Ira’s never had a vision that didn’t come true.
I keep… getting my hopes up, I think. Hoping that means that somehow he’ll come back, or we’ll see him again.
But he’s gone. Valac even said he can’t get into Purgatory right now, because the portals are locked down somehow.
So Danny couldn’t possibly come back, even if that was an option. ”
Ashmedai tickled his claws up and down the side of Nicolas’s neck while he thought.
“I think… anything is possible. Hope is dangerous, because I don’t want you to get hurt again.
But here we are, you and I. A sin eater and a paladin.
Enemies in nature, yet two halves of a whole brought together by fate.
If we can not just coexist but find happiness together, why shouldn’t a good soul be able to find a way back here? ”
“So you’re saying I should have hope?”
“I’m saying… don’t torture yourself by denying it. But don’t let yourself expect it either.”
“One day at a time,” Nicolas guessed.
“That is all we can do. Time marches on.”
“And us with it.”
Ashmedai kissed the back of his head. “We can face it all together.”
Nicolas turned in his arms and kissed him, soft and achingly sweet. “Yeah. As long as I have you, everything will be fine.”
Ashmedai beamed at him, though Nicolas didn’t see it. His eyes slipped shut, and he tucked his head under Ashmedai’s chin, throwing an arm around him.
His precious human had lost a lot. His family, his home. But as long as Ashmedai drew breath, Nicolas would never lose him. They would have eternity together, starting now, and there was nowhere else Ashmedai would rather be.