Page 126 of Demon Food

His body squirmed to life when I started to roll my hips. I could feel the light growing inside him, feel the weak ember of essence stoking hotter and hotter with each gentle buck of my hips.

If I hadn’t already lost my mind, then I was doing it now because I laughed. I couldn’t even help it. He was returning to me. My prince was coming back.

“So good,” I whispered, one hand on his chest as I worked my cock in and out of his perfect mouth. “Drink me as hard as you can. That’s all you need to do.”

A weak moan slipped past his lips, the sound sultry, all muffled by my cock.

“Fuck yes, there you go,” I said, working my hips a little harder. “Take as much as you need. Just take.”

That was when his hands sprang to life, fumbling to grip my hips, and at first, I thought it would be to shove me off. But both his huge hands palmed my ass with a weak tug, like he was urging me deeper.

Oh, I couldn’t pretend it wasn’t glorious to thrust my cock a little further, a little faster inside his wet mouth. His fingernails dug into the flesh of my ass as he hallowed out his cheeks to suck. I grunted at the change in pressure. The intensity.

If he’d never sucked a cock before, it was not obvious. He seemed to enjoy it as much as me because his own cock was swelling thicker while twitches tremored his body.

I could feel myself dribbling precum down his throat like the vitalizing elixir it was. I could only imagine what it’d do if I came down his throat.

He might not have been entirely lucid, but one of his knees bent as the muscles of his stomach constricted in a mouthwatering visual that made me want to really fuck his mouth.

But that was what he wanted, because he clawed at my ass, still weak, but it was unmistakable how he was pulling me into him, beckoning me deeper. And rougher.

“You want me to come, Prince?” I asked, slowing my rhythm, just to see if it changed anything. “You want me to spill my seed down your virgin throat?”

He gripped my hips, his hands tense and desperate as his cock bounced, hardening even more.

“Then you need to drink.”

A growl. A snarl. Whatever the sound was, it was demonic and dangerous, and gods if something about it did not try to tip me right over an edge.

I’d never mercilessly fucked a vultus’s mouth before. They were typically the ones doing the merciless fucking, but I thrust so hard that I bottomed out inside his virgin throat.

He gagged, and that, too, was a delicious sound coming from him. I held myself exactly where I was, sealing off his air because this fucking demon needed my cock more than he needed to breathe.

“Drink,” I ordered, twisting one of his nipples.

He gagged harder, his legs kicking, twisting around the sheets.

“Fucking drink, Alek.”

But he wasn’t. Not really. Not enough to save him from himself.

I finally ripped my cock from his mouth.

He coughed and coughed, rolling onto his side, drool stringing from his mouth as he tried to push himself up with shaking arms. Then he glared at me, the full fury of his heated gaze.

“Feloré,” he hissed, with teeth tightened and words labored. “What the f-fuck are you doing h-here⁠—?”

“You know what I’m doing here,” I said, because I was just as furious. He didn’t get to die. Not when I could save him. “I won’t let you starve.”

“Won’t let me—?” His nostrils flared, his muscles shuddering as he tried to push himself up again. “Have you heard nothing I’ve said?”

“I’ve heard everything you’ve said. You don’t want to hurt me, Alek. Which is why I know you won’t.”

He blinked, eyes a pale wheat and massive. “What?”

“You won’t hurt me,” I said. “You will find a way to stop.”

“That’s not-no. I can’t believe—” He bit down on the end of that sentence, clutching his stomach as his muscles contracted again, gripping the sheets hard enough to whiten his knuckles. “That’s not possible!”