I settled against him, gasping at the friction as our clothed erections pressed together. His hands moved to cup my ass, kneading the flesh through the thin cotton of my boxers.
“These need to go,” he murmured, and with a sharp tug, the fabric tore away like tissue paper.
“Hey!” I protested, though the display of strength sent heat coursing through me. “You can’t just destroy my underwear.”
“I can,” he countered, his smile predatory. “And I will.” His own boxers vanished with similar efficiency, leaving us both naked, skin to burning skin.
One large hand wrapped around both our cocks, stroking slowly. The sensation of his heated flesh against mine drew a moan from deep in my throat. His other hand slipped between my legs, fingers teasing at my entrance.
“Lube,” I gasped, not wanting to interrupt the moment but also not eager for friction burn in sensitive places.
Malphas’s eyes flashed, and suddenly his fingers were slick with something warm. I raised an eyebrow, and he had the grace to look slightly abashed.
“Demonic ability,” he explained. “Convenient in situations like this.”
“You never mentioned that trick before,” I observed, gasping as one finger breached me carefully.
“I try to limit my supernatural abilities in the bedroom,” he said, working me open with practiced skill. “Seems unfair otherwise.”
I laughed breathlessly. “Your entire existence is unfair. You’re literally sex on legs.”
His smile was pure sin. “Flattery will get you everywhere.”
By the time he had three fingers inside me, I was a writhing mess in his lap, rocking back against his hand while still grinding against his cock. His eyes never left my face, watching every expression of pleasure with intense focus.
“Malphas,” I finally gasped, beyond teasing, beyond pride. “I need you inside me. Now.”
“As you wish,” he murmured, withdrawing his fingers. He positioned me over his impressive length, the head pressing against my prepared entrance. “Take me at your pace.”
I sank down slowly, the familiar stretch and burn making me gasp as I adjusted to his size. Malphas’s hands gripped my hips, not guiding but supporting, letting me control the descent.
When I was fully seated, both of us breathing heavily, I looked into his eyes. They were completely red now, glowing with supernatural light, but I wasn’t afraid. This was still my Malphas, just… more so.
“You’re magnificent,” he breathed, one hand coming up to cup my face. “Do you know what it does to me? Seeing you take all of me like this?”
I rolled my hips experimentally, drawing a groan from both of us. “I have some idea.”
Then I began to move, rising and falling on his length, setting a pace that started slow but quickly intensified. Malphas let me lead at first, his hands on my hips, his eyes devouring every movement. But as our passion built, his control began to fray.
His hips started thrusting up to meet me, driving deeper with each downstroke. The glowing patterns on his skin brightened, pulsing in time with our movements.
“Sam,” he groaned, his voice deeper than I’d ever heard it, resonating with power that made the air vibrate. “You feel so good. So perfect.”
His praise spurred me on, and I rode him harder, chasing the pleasure building inside me. One of his hands wrapped around my cock, stroking in counterpoint to our rhythm.
The dual sensation was overwhelming, pushing me rapidly toward the edge. “I’m close,” I warned, my thighs trembling with exertion.
“Wait,” he commanded, and something in his voice—some hint of supernatural compulsion—made my approaching orgasm recede slightly. “Not yet.”
Before I could protest, the world tilted as Malphas stood, still inside me, and in one fluid motion laid me on my back on the sofa. He loomed over me, his powerful body caging mine, his eyes blazing with otherworldly fire.
“Now,” he growled, beginning to thrust with renewed vigor. “Now you can come. Come for me, Sam.”
As if my body was responding to a direct command, pleasure crashed through me in waves. I came with a shout of his name, my release spattering between our bodies. The intensity of it was unlike anything I’d experienced before, prolonged and almost painfully perfect.
Malphas followed moments later, his own climax accompanied by a roar that made the windows rattle. I felt his release hot inside me, seemingly endless. As he came, the glowing patterns on his skin flared brilliantly, illuminating the room with supernatural light.
For a brief, disorienting moment, I thought I saw something more—great wings unfurling from his back, a crown of fire above his horns—but then it was gone, leaving just Malphas, my Malphas, collapsing carefully on top of me.
