I fall victim to the quick thump dah-thump thump dah-thump as if it’s an open door into his bedchambers each and every damn time I hear it.
Yet he remains the one virgin I’ve never been able to coax to my bed, no matter how hard I try.
But that’s all it is. This need to have him beneath me—taste the forbidden. To sink my teeth into the one thing I can’t have.
Not a craving, but a compulsion. To conquer the unconquerable.
“Need a word with you, Kahill.”
“Oh, do you now?”
“Yes, I sent men to bring you here. Your men sent them away.”
“Probably because they knew I was otherwise engaged, as you can see.”
“This can’t wait.”
“Go ahead then, if it’s that important. I’m all ears.” I reach around the man’s hip and flip him. Then raise his athletic legs and place his calves on my shoulders, raising his ass up high so Pollock can see everything his little heart desires, but his head denies.
Being the gracious lover that I am, I grab the bottle of lube on the bed and add a few more drops to my cock. It’s part show, to taunt Pollock, and partly to ease the glide.
I quickly coat my shaft, which is covered in runes, and notch the tip at his entrance. The recruit’s abused hole resists at first, having closed in my absence. So I work to stretch him back open, watching with rapt attention as his ass struggles to accept my piercings once again. Though pleasure-inducing, they’re always an issue with partners not accustomed to taking dick on the regular.
“Can you stop for a second?” Pollock sneers.
The quick eye contact before he again turns away has a smile splitting across my face.
“Why? I can manage if you can. I’m good at multitasking or pleasing more than two people at once. You’d know that if you stopped rejecting my offers once in a while. You never know… it might do you some good.”
He’s silent except for the frustrated exhale he delivers before speaking. “I still can’t reach Orán, and I sense something…something’s not right.”
“You're just worried because of what I told you.”
“Possibly, but it feels as if it’s more than that. Do you not sense it?”
The tension in my shoulders, the disorderly thoughts that had continued to disturb my focus today. I couldn’t pinpoint where the issue drawing my attention was coming from, and yes, it had been driving me mad.
My thrusts slow. I groan in frustration because fuuuck, I need this release, but he’s also right. After pulling out, I slap the man’s thigh. “Go,” I say, jutting my chin to the right. He’s slow to leave me, and his eyes plead for more, but he eventually follows my command.
I draw on that wrongness and let it overwhelm me to better grasp where it might be coming from. Pollock left my side momentarily and is back now with a shirt and a pair of leathers. He holds them out to me. When I don’t immediately take them, he arches an eyebrow.
“What? Does my nudity offend you?”
“I’d rather not have your monster cock trying to poke my eye out while we discuss this.”
I look down and back up to meet his face. My grin is all devil and mayhem. “By monster, I hope you mean size and not shape, because if not, I think you just hurt my feelings. And just a note for future reference, I accept apologies in the way of blow jobs.” It’s a jest, one he finds no amusement in.
“It’s…”
“What?” I stroke myself and am quite pleased to have his attention riveted on where I’d most like his mouth. Maybe he’s finally considering giving in.
“Is that even normal? Do you need all that hardware, and…” He lowers his voice so we’re not overheard. “Do all demons have…” He motions to my dick.
“Massive cocks?” I shrug. I’m fully erect. A solid nine inches and thick as a bull. Not that I go about inspecting bulls’ dicks, but you know. “Most do, but not like this, and I have to say, I appreciate your comparison. Never had my dick referenced as something akin to that of a fictional beast. And no, not all demons are this blessed. I’m… special. But you know that already.”
I rub my thumb over the tip and swipe at the ribbon of cum there. When I pop said thumb into my mouth, he grimaces, presses the back of his hand to his mouth, and momentarily closes his eyes as if he might retch.
Chuckling and curious, I ask, “What, you’ve never sampled your own cum?”
