Xan smiled down at me, showing all his pointier-than-human teeth for the first time, his two longer-than-human canines gleaming, and ran his index finger up his cock, lingering on the ridge of the glans.
“Turn over or spread your legs the rest of the way, David,” he said. “Time to be possessed. And I need enough room to work.”
Chapter Four
Yeah. Yeah, he was going to need room to work. Maybe more room than I had. I gave it fifty/fifty if he’d fuck me into oblivion or tear me in half. Or both at the same time.
But I’d summoned him to possess me, and this was the type of possession my summoning, spicy menudo and all, had gotten me. I hadn’t cared if a demon took me over and left me with the scraps of my own body and mind, had I? Somehow, though, this was even more terrifying.
My expression must have told him some of what I was thinking, because his smile faded and he sighed, shaking his head, another gesture straight from my great-aunt’s playbook of disapproval. “I’m not going to hurt you,” he said, gently but with a hint of exasperation. “I already told you.”
The words helped, but nothing could’ve reassured me more than his slight air of frustration with a stupid human who hadn’t been paying attention.
I believed him.
And the last of my worry floated away.
What did I have to lose? Seriously. I couldn’t even afford to buy fresh basil at the gods-damned grocery store, let alone scrounge up the money, energy, or other resources to deal with all the other flaming garbage my life had become.
“I’ll turn over,” I managed to say, because at least that way I could bury my face in the pillow and hide my stomach.
Of course, that meant rolling myself over awkwardly as he watched me.
Or not, because he nodded, grabbed me by the hips, and flipped me before I could do more than yelp and flail, spinning me dizzyingly and then dropping me face-down. He immediatelynudged back between my legs, thighs bracing mine and shoving my ass straight up in the air.
I blinked and spat out a mouthful of pillowcase, scrabbling my arms under me and then falling down again as Xan grasped my ass cheeks in his hands and spread me open as wide as he could. The twinge of stretching pain in my crease, the tug on my hole, my balls swinging and pulling on it even more, my cock tangled up in the comforter, my hair in my eyes and the trembling in my arms…
The mattress dipped as Xan shifted his weight, leaning forward. His cockhead touched my hole, huge and hot.
And wet. Something slick coated the tip of his cock. Something natural, because he hadn’t used any lube. This hadn’t been in any of the blog posts I’d read about demons.
Maybe no one had survived to write about it. Shit.
Xan eased forward, letting his cockhead slowly force me open. I whimpered at the slight burn of it, turning my head to get the cool pillow against my equally burning face.
“Sssh,” Xan murmured, and squeezed the cheeks of my ass in a way that seemed meant to be soothing but instead tugged more on my overstretched hole. “Relax for me. This is the hard part. Once I’m inside it’ll feel like I’m meant to be there.”
He pushed, and I moaned, and a sharp spike of pain made me gasp, afraid I’d actually tear, and then—with an audible pop, he was in me, that massively thick cockhead pressing right where I needed the pressure the most.
It sent a shockwave through me, inside and out, my hole and my cock and my balls and my stomach and chest, and I clenched down on him and then released, over and over, all my muscles fluttering.
I came like that, curling in on myself around the thick, heavy demon cock lodged in the softest and most vulnerable partof me, making helpless little sounds that might’ve embarrassed me if I’d been in a position to care.
But my current position gave me a lot more immediate concerns than that.
Like the way I was still shuddering, pleasure coursing through me and leaving me limp, while Xan pushed deeper, growling again, his hands flexing on my ass.
Now I could feel that texture that I’d seen, the hard whorls of his shaft. Ribbed condoms had absolutely fucking nothing on a demon, and the thought made me laugh and then choke as he shoved deeper, his huge cockhead opening up parts of me no other man had ever touched.
Xan didn’t stop until his big, heavy balls rested against mine. The leather of his pants stuck to my sweaty thighs. He let go of my ass at last, leaning down over me and covering me with his body, putting his hands on either sides of my shoulders so that his arms caged me in completely. Heat soaked into me all over. He really was like the world’s largest heating pad, only he came with an enormous cock and a prehensile tongue and…and kisses, pressed so sweetly to my shoulder and the nape of my neck, all the way across to the other shoulder.
“David,” he murmured. “You came on my cock already. I haven’t even fucked you yet. I hope that means you’re smiling.”
Was I? Yes, actually. I’d have been purring, too, if I’d been physically equipped for it.
Gods, he really seemed to want to make mehappy. The fuck was up with that?
He’d said I’d like it, hadn’t he? And he’d been right.
