“Louder.” Leviathan breathed, his voice rough. His fingers shifted with the word, his thrusts getting quicker and pressing deeper into him until Cullen was moaning loudly as a new orgasm began to bloom in his belly.
Tears welled in his eyes and seconds later he whipped his head to the side, looking back at him as best he could. “I'm ready.” The words were weak and breathless.
“Not yet.” Leviathan whispered, pumping his fingers quicker. His hand came down on the center of his back, holding him still.
“Please…” Cullen whimpered, squirming in his bindings. “Please…”
Leviathan swore under his breath and tore his hand out of him, quickly replacing it with his cock. Cullen gasped as he pushed into him, his body tensing. Leviathan swore again and grabbed at his ass, spreading him open further as he slid in. “Relax.” He hissed.
He tried, but his body was too wound up to listen. Leviathan snarled softly but didn't pause, filling himsmoothly until he was buried fully inside. Cullen trembled at the size of him, at the feel of him rubbing against his prostate.
“I…I don't think I can handle…” He broke off with a cry as Leviathan began to move, his hips pumping into him again and again. He groaned at the rough treatment, snapping his teeth down on the blanket under him to muffle the sounds coming from him.
Amazing. Amazing and overwhelming and perfect. He kept hitting that spot and the tears were instantly slipping from Cullen’s eyes, his body tensing with need.
The vines finally left his arms and legs, making him gasp in relief. He shot a weak hand back to grasp at Leviathan’s hip, pressing him closer…deeper… He groaned and shuddered, his orgasm starting to crash through him again. A wild, inhuman sound came from Leviathan this time and his hand smoothly slid under Cullen’s leg and lifted it, keeping it hooked over his arm as he flipped him onto his side. Cullen kept his eyes shut tight, not wanting to see the bastard, to see where the intense pleasure was coming from. But he couldn’t stop his head from tipping back, a harsh groan pouring from his throat.
Leviathan swore in a demon language and quickened his pace, his hand clenching on Cullen’s leg as he pounded into him.
“Just like that…” Cullen gasped, shuddering. “Just like that…” He whimpered, trying to bite back the scream that was rising in his chest. “God…”
“Not god.” Leviathan hissed, digging his sharp nails into his thigh. Cullen shrieked but the pain only shot straight to his groin, edging him closer to his orgasm. “Just me, pet.”
He whipped his head back with a scream as the wordssent him overboard, his body shuddering hard as he clenched down on him, his hand clawing into the blanket.
Leviathan’s thrusts stuttered and then he was moving again, faster than before. Cullen groaned at the feel of it, his body aching and trembling. His eyes flickered unwillingly to Leviathan’s face just in time to see his eyes roll back in his head as he stilled, his lips parting and a deep flush coming to his face. Cullen swallowed shakily at the sight and darted his gaze away before Leviathan opened his eyes. He felt his gaze on his face, but the demon said nothing, only pulled gently out of him and shrugged his leg off. Cullen crumpled onto the bed, his hand fluttering to his stomach while the rest of him remained limp and useless. Darkness swam at the edges of his vision, slowly drawing him down…down…
He didn't stir until he felt strong arms slide under his body and lift him up from the bed. A familiar sweet scent hit him and he forced his eyes open again. He guessed from the light sheen of sweat on Leviathan's throat that it had only been seconds since he'd fallen asleep. He made no complaints as the demon carried him into the bathroom and walked towards the enormous bathtub there.
There was a quick splash of water and suddenly he was being lowered into a steaming bath. He jolted at the heat, his body twitching as it washed over every sensitive part of him, bruises and cuts pricking with pain. Leviathan murmured to relax, that it was only a bath; he blinked up at him sleepily and then leaned his head back on the edge of the tub with a soft sigh, closing his eyes again.
Another soft splash made them open again seconds later. Exhausted as he was, he jolted to a sitting position when he saw Leviathan lowering himself into the bath opposite him.
“What are you doing?” He demanded, shocked and mortified, rest for his drained body momentarily forgotten.
Leviathan leveled a glare at him as he sank into the water, his wide chest gleaming as the water rippled against it. Cullen darted his gaze away from the spot.
“Would you really deny me a bath after all that?” He scoffed, sounding irritated. “We're both covered in sweat and cum and blood. I can hardly walk back to my room looking like this.”
Cullen sank a little lower into the tub at the words, his face growing hot as he rubbed at his aching wrists under the surface.
Pain.
Blood.
He'd liked it all.
Even…to an extent…the embarrassment.
He would have loved to pretend he was surprised, that it was a reaction of this new body, but…
“I thought you’d be angry.”
He grimaced up at him. Leviathan was watching him calmly, his elbow on the side of the tub and his head propped on it.
“I am.” He admitted. “But I deserve it for what I've done.”
Leviathan’s lips pressed into a hard line that was almost a fake smile. “I don't suppose you're referring to the disrespect you gave me.”
