Chapter 22 #2
The vines finally left his arms and legs, making him gasp in relief.
He shot a weak hand back to grasp at Leviathan’s hip, pressing him closer…
deeper… He groaned and shuddered, his orgasm starting to crash through him again.
A wild, inhuman sound came from Leviathan this time and his hand smoothly slid under Cullen’s leg and lifted it, keeping it hooked over his arm as he flipped him onto his side.
Cullen kept his eyes shut tight, not wanting to see the bastard, to see where the intense pleasure was coming from.
But he couldn’t stop his head from tipping back, a harsh groan pouring from his throat.
Leviathan swore in a demon language and quickened his pace, his hand clenching on Cullen’s leg as he pounded into him.
“Just like that…” Cullen gasped, shuddering. “Just like that…” He whimpered, trying to bite back the scream that was rising in his chest. “God…”
“Not god.” Leviathan hissed, digging his sharp nails into his thigh. Cullen shrieked but the pain only shot straight to his groin, edging him closer to his orgasm. “Just me, pet.”
He whipped his head back with a scream as the words sent him overboard, his body shuddering hard as he clenched down on him, his hand clawing into the blanket.
Leviathan’s thrusts stuttered and then he was moving again, faster than before.
Cullen groaned at the feel of it, his body aching and trembling.
His eyes flickered unwillingly to Leviathan’s face just in time to see his eyes roll back in his head as he stilled, his lips parting and a deep flush coming to his face.
Cullen swallowed shakily at the sight and darted his gaze away before Leviathan opened his eyes.
He felt his gaze on his face, but the demon said nothing, only pulled gently out of him and shrugged his leg off.
Cullen crumpled onto the bed, his hand fluttering to his stomach while the rest of him remained limp and useless.
Darkness swam at the edges of his vision, slowly drawing him down… down…
He didn't stir until he felt strong arms slide under his body and lift him up from the bed.
A familiar sweet scent hit him and he forced his eyes open again.
He guessed from the light sheen of sweat on Leviathan's throat that it had only been seconds since he'd fallen asleep.
He made no complaints as the demon carried him into the bathroom and walked towards the enormous bathtub there.
There was a quick splash of water and suddenly he was being lowered into a steaming bath.
He jolted at the heat, his body twitching as it washed over every sensitive part of him, bruises and cuts pricking with pain.
Leviathan murmured to relax, that it was only a bath; he blinked up at him sleepily and then leaned his head back on the edge of the tub with a soft sigh, closing his eyes again.
Another soft splash made them open again seconds later. Exhausted as he was, he jolted to a sitting position when he saw Leviathan lowering himself into the bath opposite him.
“What are you doing?” He demanded, shocked and mortified, rest for his drained body momentarily forgotten.
Leviathan leveled a glare at him as he sank into the water, his wide chest gleaming as the water rippled against it. Cullen darted his gaze away from the spot.
“Would you really deny me a bath after all that?” He scoffed, sounding irritated. “We're both covered in sweat and cum and blood. I can hardly walk back to my room looking like this.”
Cullen sank a little lower into the tub at the words, his face growing hot as he rubbed at his aching wrists under the surface.
Pain.
Blood.
He'd liked it all.
Even…to an extent…the embarrassment.
He would have loved to pretend he was surprised, that it was a reaction of this new body, but…
“I thought you’d be angry.”
He grimaced up at him. Leviathan was watching him calmly, his elbow on the side of the tub and his head propped on it.
“I am.” He admitted. “But I deserve it for what I've done.”
Leviathan’s lips pressed into a hard line that was almost a fake smile. “I don't suppose you're referring to the disrespect you gave me.”
When he said nothing, Leviathan scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Fine then. What is it you think you need to be punished for?”
When Cullen didn't respond, Leviathan shifted so that his foot was pressed more firmly to Cullen's leg. As if he were trying to comfort him. “I won't be angry if you speak your mind, Cullen.”
He said nothing, only let his eyes fall to the pink and blue bubbles in the tub.
He wondered if all demons liked such frivolous things.
A patch of red floated towards him, drawing his attention.
He frowned curiously and plucked up what appeared to be some kind of flower with thin petals that curled upwards.
“What are these?” He asked to change the subject.
“Spider lilies. Do you like them?”
“They're very pretty.” He murmured, lowering it back into the water. His aching body gave a throb that had him frowning again.
Leviathan stretched suddenly, his thick arms locking behind his head as his legs stretched out.
Cullen looked away quickly, not wanting his body to respond to his attractiveness.
For so many reasons. One of his legs brushed him and he instantly curled up into a little ball, his arms wrapping around his legs and his chin dropping to his knee.
There was a long silence. Finally, Leviathan scoffed quietly, looking annoyed. “How are you supposed to relax all curled up like that?”
Cullen eyed his long limbs stretching out along the tub.
He was nearly touching him already and he didn't want to put himself in temptation's path more than he already was.
He shrugged, trying to brush it off, but Leviathan was already reaching for him.
His hands curled tightly around his arms and dragged him forward, forcing their faces close together.
His throat gave a hard bob as he swallowed.
“Turn around.” The order was soft.
He hesitated, his heart starting to race. “I…I don’t want to…”
“Now.” The order pulsed through him this time, forcing his body to move on its own, turning and settling against Leviathan’s chest despite his mind screaming at him to stop.
“Stop using that on me!” He hissed as Leviathan wound a tight arm around his waist, drawing him back against him. “That fucking…control thing. Stop it!”
“I’ve been quite sparing with it, actually. Maybe you should just listen the first time.”
“I’m not some dog you can train!”
Leviathan made a displeased sound and barked out, “Quiet.”
The command shot through him again, forcing him to fall silent. He shifted away from him, about to pull away, but Leviathan’s grip tightened in a warning. “Stop moving or you’ll rile me up again.”
His face grew hot at that, his body going very still as he realized how…close they were. He could feel Leviathan’s strong chest against his back, his breath on his neck. And lower down he could feel…
He tensed, his face growing even hotter.
Whatever this was, he didn’t want it. It felt…too intimate. No longer a quickie to relieve some stress and clear his mind but something more–
"Relax." Leviathan snapped, materializing a black loofah in his hand. “Lean forward.” Cullen inhaled slowly before doing as he said, his face pinching unhappily. Leviathan dunked it into the bath and then began scrubbing Cullen’s back gently.
He recoiled, and then forced himself to relax a bit, though he remained very still, not wanting to work him up again.
Or himself, for that matter, with this strange new body that reacted to very wrong and stupid things.
The minutes passed and, eventually, he found himself becoming a little more brave. “This is…nice.” His voice was careful.
“Why so surprised?”
“Well, you're kind of off and on with being a total monster so…” He shrugged.
"I am always a monster. Don't mistake my current kindness for a soft heart, Cull.
" His hand moved up to Cullen's neck, scrubbing lightly.
"I am every bit of what the Diviners think I am.
A murderer, a monster. A heartless, evil demon.
It's just sometimes…I don't like my toys to be broken and dirty. "
Cullen scoffed, annoyed. "Don't call me a toy."
Leviathan stopped rubbing at his skin. Cullen turned slowly, meeting his heavy lidded gaze.
"I'll call you whatever I want to call you.
'Toy, pet, victim.'" He grabbed his throat, squeezing it a bit before letting him go.
Cullen sucked in a breath. "You belong to me now–I think we've established that.
" A wicked glint came to his eyes. "Unless you'd like to be tied up for a few more days? "
“No!” He cried, tensing. Whatever he might feel, however ridiculous and confusing this all was, he never wanted to be left like that ever again.
Leviathan reached for him, running his thumb lightly over his bottom lip. Desire raced through him, but he fought it back. Or tried to. "Keep me happy and I won't have to punish you that way again."
His next breath was shaky. "Okay." Fuck. He'd thought he might be able to say no again now that he'd been fully satisfied, but he could already feel himself leaning closer. Leviathan was like a drug.
Their lips brushed. Once. Twice. Cullen’s hand drifted up without him telling it to, winding around Leviathan’s neck as he leaned back into him. His hand slid down Cullen’s stomach and Cullen was horrified when he felt a slow erection beginning to form again. He quickly drew away, his face burning.
“I…I can't…uh…” He dropped his gaze and then quickly turned around again, the back of his neck burning while he avoided his gaze. Leviathan only chuckled softly and began to wash him again, moving the loofah along his collarbone before dipping it a little lower. Cullen swallowed hard.