4. Morning Worship
Leni
Archer was, naturally, the little spoon. He snored softly in my arms, his breaths even. True to my word, I planned to wake him soon, but for right now I simply savored his body pressed against mine.
It just clicked between us. It felt right. I didn’t know how to explain the relief I felt in knowing that, but it was there—this spark of hope that the last missing piece of the puzzle of my life was finally falling into place.
I did realize while talking to him last night that I knew who his parents were. It was only slightly awkward because I’d definitely fought with Dante over a submissive in a sex dungeon about a century ago, but I’d keep that little detail to myself.
The actual problem would be that Dante would most likely not be pleased that I was his son’s mate. Not because of that incident, but because incubi and sphinxes had historically not gotten along.
Truly, this was a Millennium Monster problem.
When you’d been alive for so long, you typically knew most of the ancient monsters too. The circle was a lot smaller than the younger generations. At least Dante was happily settled with his mate. Peter was his name, if the rumors were true.
Archer’s breathing shifted and I knew he was starting to stir. I slid my hand over his hip, gently circling his cock with my fingers. Immediately it started to harden in my grip, and his ass pushed back against me instinctively.
I pressed a kiss against the side of his neck and he gasped awake.
“Good morning,” I purred.
His hips immediately thrust in my grip. “Morning.”
Ohh, his morning voice was good. I dragged my tongue over his shoulder and he groaned.
“Your tongue is rough like sandpaper,” he rasped. “It feels good.”
“Would you like to feel it on your cock?”
“Yes,” he mumbled. “Please, Mistress.”
I moved down his body as he rolled onto his back, settling between his legs. His head lifted and he groaned, letting it plop back against the pillow.
“How many times am I going to come this weekend?”
“As many times as I let you,” I replied, taking his cock in my mouth.
His hips bucked and his fingers dug into the blankets. Such a thirsty little slut. He’d just woken up and he was already so responsive, so needy. His scent was getting stronger, and I knew that soon he’d be completely insatiable.
I sucked his cock, bobbing my head as I wet him from root to tip with my saliva. He suddenly hissed between his teeth.
“Your saliva . . .”
“It’ll arouse you,” I said. “It has properties that’ll feel like a tingling gel.”
“Fuck me,” he groaned. “Fuck, it feels so good.”
I dragged my tongue up and down his cock. He writhed beneath me, making the cutest little sounds, trapped by my hold on him. Archer rolled his hips, his fingers digging into the blankets.
“Please,” he rasped. “Please give me permission to come, Mistress.”
I licked all the way to the tip of his cock and stuck out my tongue. “No.”
He grunted, his brows drawing together as he fought with the urge to release. Archer propped up on his elbows, his eyes heavy with sleep and lust.
“Please, Mistress,” he said. “Please. Please. I’m so close.”
“No.”
“Fuck,” he groaned, sinking back down.
I didn’t stop teasing him, curious to see how much it would take before he truly unraveled.
Or he came without my permission.
Our plans today would be very dependent on the outcome.
“Mistress,” he begged. “Please. I can’t stop—”
“No.”
A string of garbled curses left him as I took his cock down my throat.
I sucked and stroked as he rocked beneath me, and I heard his clear, low fuck right before he started to come inside my mouth.
The salty taste of his release flooded my tongue and I swallowed every drop, even though he’d disobeyed me.
I sat back as he breathed hard, licking my lips. My hand settled over the top of his thigh, and my claws dug in hard enough to draw blood. He cried out, his eyes flying open.
“I’m sorry,” he moaned. “I’m sorry, Mistress.”
“Sorry?” I growled. “That’s certainly not good enough.”
He got onto his knees and then lowered his forehead to the blankets right in front of me. “I’m sorry.”
I leaned over, dragging my claws up his back and leaving angry red streaks. He whined, shivering from the pain.
His scent, though . . .
This was turning him on again.
He really did like pain. And he wanted to be dominated. Humiliated. Degraded.
“You came without my permission like a pathetic little whore,” I said. “What do you have to say for yourself?”
He started to lift his head, but I pushed his face back into the blankets.
“I don’t think so,” I snarled. “You haven’t earned the right to look at me.”
“What can I do? I’ll do anything you want.”
“You didn’t do what I wanted, though. You came when I told you not to.”
Another soft whimpering sound. “Mistress, please.”
“Get up. Don’t look at me. Go stand in the corner of the room facing the wall.”
He kept his eyes averted as he got out of bed, doing exactly as I asked. He went to the corner of my bedroom, and I caught sight of his cock which was already hardening again.
“Ugh. You’re such a slut,” I said. “Is this making you hard?”
It was making me wet.
“I’m sorry, Mistress,” he rasped, staring at the wall.
I got up and opened my wardrobe.
“Have you had anal sex before?” I asked. “And have you bottomed before?”
“Yes.”
“How often?”
“Often enough . . .”
Good. I picked out my leather strap-on harness and slid it on, clasping the buckles over my hips. I took my time deciding on what kind of dildo I was going to fuck him with.
“You’re going to be my sex toy as your punishment,” I said as I picked up a ten-inch tentacle dildo.
I sighed. It was times like this, my gender envy was rampant.
Why couldn’t I have a tentacle dick? Life was unfair.
“I’m going to fuck you and spank you and mark you, and you’re going to show me your appreciation for my kindness.
And then maybe, if you do well for me, I’ll give you the privilege of sticking that pathetically small cock inside me. ”
“Thank you, Mistress.”
I fit the toy through the ring and picked out a bottle of lube, listening to Archer say thank you over and over again, as if he were paying penance. My wings twitched then spread, stretching out in the sunlight filling the bedroom. It haloed around my feathers, turning the wispy edges white.
Archer tensed as I neared him, with only a few inches separating us now. Goosebumps prickled his skin as I stepped up, allowing the tip of the tentacle cock to press against him.
“Mistress,” he whispered. “I’m yours.”
I retracted my claws and uncapped the lube bottle. “Bend over, little demon. Put your hands on the wall.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
He planted his palms and pushed his ass back for me.
I leaned forward, pressing a kiss against the side of his neck. “Are you okay?”
“More than,” he chuckled under his breath. “This is the perfect way to wake up.”
“Good.” I smiled, then shoved him harder against the wall now that I knew he was enjoying this. I’d suspected, but I liked having a small check-in. Especially since I was about to fuck him harder than he’d ever been fucked before.
I poured lube into my palm and used it on him, carefully fingering his hole and teasing him until he was writhing and mewling. I lubed the tentacle cock, then reached around and spread more over his shaft too.
He hardened in my grip, letting out the softest whimper.
“Thank you, Mistress,” he grunted. “Fuck, that feels good.”
I gripped his hips, letting my claws come back out. He cried out as they ripped into his skin, the scent of blood filling the room as I lined the head of my dildo up with his hole.
I didn’t hold back. His hands balled into fists against the wall as he cried out, his knuckles turning white. I thrust inside of him, giving him the first few inches until he gasped.
“Yellow.”
I immediately eased back, my touch gentling. “We can stop—”
“No, no, no. No, please. I just need a second to adjust.”
I swallowed hard, pressing kisses against his shoulder as I stilled my hips. He moaned, his body visibly relaxing. He took a few deep breaths, letting out another groaning hum.
“I’m good,” he said, his voice steady now.
I pressed another kiss against the side of his neck and he shivered.
“Mistress,” he murmured. “I’m good. I promise.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes,” he said softly. “Green.”
I eased forward again and he groaned in pleasure as he took more of my cock. I circled my arms around his chest, holding onto him until my hips pressed against his ass.
“Good boy,” I whispered. “You’re taking so much for me, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Mistress. Fuck. More. Harder.”
I slammed him against the wall hard enough that it rattled. He gasped in pleasure as my wings folded around us, my hold on him tightening as I thrust faster. I leaned down, slipping my forearm under the crook of his knee and lifting, angling him so I could fuck him even harder.
Archer cursed, his body going limp as I lifted him. “Holy fuck, yes. Please, Mistress.”
“Do you like being fucked and used like a little pathetic toy?” I rasped against his ear.
“Yes, Mistress.”
I carried him back to the bed and bent him over it, loving this view of him taking me even more. Archer whimpered and moaned into the blankets, gripping them as his spine bowed.
“I’m so hard, Mistress. So fucking hard.”
“We’re going to try this again. Touch yourself but don’t come until I let you.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
I heard the sound of his hand on his cock. The sound of him jerking himself quickly coupled with the hiss between his teeth. I drove into him, the power of dominating him washing over me. Pleasure rippled through me and I groaned, resisting the urge to lean down and bite him.
“I can feel it,” he groaned. “The heat. Whatever the fuck this is. I don’t understand—I’ve never felt this before. I’m in a sex craze.”
“It’s both of us,” I huffed. I leaned down, kissing along his spine. “All I can think about is fucking you.”
Archer grunted in agreement.
He’d been so good for me, and I was needy.
“Come for me,” I commanded. “Now.”
Archer pushed his ass back and took all of me, his voice ringing out as he came. His entire body shook with his orgasm, his breaths almost pained despite the relief.
He was, without a doubt, in heat.
And he was, without a doubt, the son of an incubus.
I nipped his shoulder without breaking skin, resisting the urge to claim him now. I wanted him to be my mate. I wanted to bite him.
But I could be patient for now.
“We’re not leaving the bedroom yet,” I whispered. “Too needy.”
He hummed in agreement as he collapsed against the bed. I drew back, smiling down at him, my toy slick with lube. I quickly unclasped the strap-on and let it thump to the floor.
Archer rolled over, already smiling. “Was I good, Mistress?”
“Yes.”
“Good enough to finally be inside you?”
I joined him on the bed and moved to the middle, chuckling as he knelt between my thighs. “Good enough to finally be inside me.”
“Thank you, Mistress.”