I haven't forgotten my promise from earlier. Tonight, Ambrose Stone will forget every man who came before me. He’ll only know my touch, my kiss. He’ll crave my depravity and I’ll be more than happy to provide him with it.
Levitating him off the ground, I direct him down a hallway, into a large bedroom. With a wave of my hand, I start a roaring flame in the fireplace in the corner, to provide the room with some warmth and light. Then I lie him out on a plush four poster bed. My shadows bind each of his hands and feet to a wooden column. Seeing him laid out like an offering makes me so feral I lose control of my appearance. My metallic horns erupt from my head. They curl slightly back and away from my face, with a slight curve.
“Your horns are beautiful,” he murmurs as his eyes travel their length.
I climb into his bed, kneeling between his spread legs. His hard, aching cock stands at attention, as if it’s waiting for me. I snap my fingers, and his clothes disappear. His naked body, even with bruising, is a sight to behold. Lithe, compact muscles. Smooth alabaster skin. I wave my hand over him, and his bruises, scrapes, and dried blood disappear. His head trauma is healed, too.
He shouldn’t have to carry the remnants of abuse. Any future marks I leave on his skin will be reminders of how he belongs to me. Of the pleasure I bring him.
“You’re beautiful,” I say as I lean on my forearms and kiss over his pulse.
I trail my lips down his neck, alternating between kisses and light bites. Every time my teeth sink into his flesh, he writhes and moans a little louder, until his sounds fill the room. I bite harder each time, passing his collarbone before I take his nipple into my mouth. I roll it between my teeth, then lave the nub with my tongue.
“Please,” he begs as he bucks his hips off the mattress. “I need more.” My thigh brushes against his cock and I feel his wetness on my skin. His green eyes shimmer with need.
“Beg me,” I order as I grind my stomach into his length, creating sparks of the electric friction he craves.
“Please—Ciarán—I need to feel you inside me,” he babbles, grinding himself into me.
“You want me inside you? You’re addicted to it, aren’t you?” I smirk as he frantically nods his head.
I probe his mind, and he allows me to fill him with my presence. Instead of staying in his mind like the last time, I flood his system and weave my way through every vein and nerve in his body. We’re intertwined as one being. My magic pulses through him gently, like an electrical current. He arches his back off the bed, pulling on my shadow restraints as he groans in pure pleasure.
Each pulse of magic I send through him gets a little stronger. His moans get louder. Sweat trickles down his smooth, flat stomach and his cheeks pinken with arousal. I bring him closer and closer, right to the edge of his release. His pre-cum beads at his flushed tip and rolls down his shaft. I swipe a finger through it and bring his essence to my mouth. He tastes like pureaddiction. I’ll never be satiated, no matter how much of him I consume.
On the last few pulses, I wrap a shadow around his throat, momentarily cutting his air supply. His heart pounds faster, and his pupils dilate as his arousal magnifies.
“Writhe for me, summoner. Feel me inside you, controlling every beat of your heart. I hold your pleasure and your life in my hands,” I rasp as I control my innate urge to permanently stay inside him and never leave the perfection of his body again.
Seeing him in this state affects me just as much as him. Bringing him pleasure—seeing him coming apart from my ministrations—turns me on, too. It brings me to my most demonic state.
When he’s close to finishing, I let go completely. I leave him through his mouth in the form of an opaque burst of shadows. When I materialize again, I lie next to him. The shadows around my groin dissipate, revealing my knotted, ridged cock. His eyes widen as they roam over it from base to tip.
“Fuck… Open my bedside table drawer. There’s a bottle of lube in there. I need you to prep me,” he insists.
I find the lube in the drawer, and place it on the beside table. I break my shadows so he can move freely.
“Get on your hands and knees. Stick that ass in the air for me,” I coax him.
He follows my instructions, pushing his round cheeks as high as he can until his face and chest are flush with the mattress. I part his cheeks, revealing his hole.My hole.
“Such a perfect, pink hole for me to destroy,” I whisper, trailing my shadows over his puckered skin. Little goosebumps prick his back as he shivers from my cold touch. “Tell me how bad you want me to stretch your hole, summoner. How full you’ll feel when I push inside you to the hilt.”
“I want you to destroy me,” he whines. “Fucking ruin me, my demon,please!”
I bend down and lick my forked tongue over his hole, and his sharp gasp is music to my ears. He tastes like pure ecstasy—like a budding addiction I’ll never be able to shake. His ass is a feast I want to gorge myself on for eternity. The moans and whispers he makes as I flick his sensitive pucker make my cock ache for something to plow into. I want to hold myself back, be gentle with him for our first time, but my self control dwindles when faced with the perfection of Ambrose’s body.
“Oh fuck. Fuck. Yes!” he shouts as I drive my tongue inside him, loosening his tight ass.
With each thrust, he melts, babbling louder and faster until I can barely understand him. His body starts to shake with pleasure. I pull away and grab the lube.
“Are you ready to feel me inside you, summoner? Do you want to feel me corrupt you from the inside out?”
“Yes,” he moans, pushing his ass toward me. “I want you so deep inside me we become one, Ciarán.”
His words finally break the tenuous control I had on my form. My tail springs out, and I feel my facial features harden. I peek in the mirror on the wall and see my white, glowing eyes. My shadows swirl, filling the room with translucent black ribbons. I wind them around his arms and legs, his throat. A tendril slides over his eyes, blocking his view.
“If you want me to stop, tell me. I’ll never make you feel the wrong kind of pain, my little witch.”
