“H-hang on a–” He broke off with a gasp as two of his fingers slipped inside of him, shifting slowly before pressing deep. Cullen moaned softly, his hand clenching on his shoulder, and Leviathan wasted no time, beginning to fuck him with his fingers until Cullen became a moaning mess, his hips bucking off the floor and his body trembling harder and harder–
“I–” He groaned. “I’m gonna–”
Leviathan pulled his hand away and shifted, angling himself quickly before pressing into him. Cullen gasped, his body arching again as he filled him, his legs shaking and his breaths cutting off. Leviathan made a soft, needy sound and pressed even deeper, his arm curling under Cullen’s waist to pull him off the ground–and Cullen cried out, his hands clawing into Leviathan’s shoulders as he came undone. Leviathan made another quiet noise and gave another firm thrust–and Cullen dug his nails into him again, tears flooding his eyes as he shuddered apart again at the overstimulation. Smirking, Leviathan lowered him back to the floor, his hand coming up to touch his cheek.
“Cullen?” He asked softly when Cullen continued to tremble well past his orgasm, his thumb swiping away the tears.
A weak sob escaped him as his body calmed, his hands still curled too harshly into his back. “It’s so good…” He mumbled. “I didn’t know it could be that good…”
Leviathan chuckled and pressed a lingering kiss over his heart. “The difference between a boring human brat,” he murmured against his skin. “And a god.”
A god.
He was under a god. A god that was obsessed with him. A god that had kidnapped him and hurt him and taken away even the simplest of choices. A god that had held him because he knew he liked it. A god that had taken him on a boring human date and won him a stupid stuffed doll and had danced with him and had his servants make his favorite foods for weeks…
A little voice in the back of his mind whispered that it wouldn’t really be so bad to stay here. He tried to shut it out but something had flashed in Leviathan’s eyes and Cullen knew he had heard the thought.
“You can stay, pet.” He whispered, starting slow thrusts that had Cullen whimpering. “You will stay.
You like it here.” Cullen opened his mouth to object but all that came out was a weak groan as he grew hard again. “Say it.”
No.The word died away before it ever came close to his tongue. The darkness swept in, making him pull Leviathan closer and closer until every inch of them was pressed together, lined up like puzzle pieces. Leviathan’s voice was still low in his ear, telling him to admit it, that he liked it here. Telling him he should stay and be happy and that he would ruin him for every other man even if he did leave…
And when the darkness finally receded again, when they were both drenched in sweat and breathless, andLeviathan’s hand was brushing gently through his hair, Cullen heard himself speak from some far away place in his mind.
“I-I like it here.” He mumbled, his hands weak on Leviathan’s back. “I like it…I like you.” He drew him closer, more tears running down his face as Leviathan dropped his forehead to his. He wanted to tell himself it was a lie. Just a lie to get Leviathan to stop saying those things but the tightening in his chest told him it wasn’t. He’d fallen right into Leviathan’s trap and…he was happy for it. Dumb as that was.
The flicker of surprise in Leviathan’s eyes had him shrinking in on himself, regret and guilt tearing into him for admitting the idiotic truth. His eyes fell to the side, but Leviathan shifted, moving back into his line of sight, his lips turning up into a devious smile.
“Do you really, pet, or are you lying to make me happy?”
His lips trembled. “I mean it.” And he did. Hedid. And that was why he deserved everything that had happened to him. He deserved to have his life stolen by this demon prince, deserved to stay here in this desolate world without any of the people he had loved…
“Is it really such a terrible thing,” Leviathan murmured as his hands moved up, interlocking with his. “To like someone who is giving you a better world?”
He closed his eyes with a wince. “Stay out of my head.”
“No.” He lifted their hands, pinned them to the sides of his head. Cullen winced as he shifted inside of him, his legs tightening around his hips. “Are you happy, Cullen?”
He swallowed hard at the soft voice that came from the monster on top of him, and then nodded, his head giving a few weak bobs. Leviathan smiled, a most charming, adoringsight.
“Then that’s all that matters.”
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Another quickstrike for his throat, quickly dodged. A swipe with sharp, dagger-like claws for his stomach–Cullen dodged that as well, and landed a swift punch to his face. Leviathan merely grinned, his mouth full of wickedly sharp teeth, and stuffed his hands into the pockets of his pants, as if he were strolling casually down the sidewalk.
A vicious snarl tore from Cullen as he jerked forward, swiping at Leviathan, a dull surprise popping into his mind when he realized his hands were just as gnarled and clawed as Leviathan’s. He used it to his advantage, rushing forward with vicious swipes, aiming for his jugular and his stomach, his face and his groin, each strike missing while Leviathan laughed and taunted him with those snake-like teeth.
When the demon finally grew bored with him, his hand shot forward, his palm slamming into Cullen’s chest and sending him flying across the training room. He landed hard against the wall of weapons, several sharp blades clattering down onto him as he fell to the stone floor. He pushed himself up again as Leviathan approached, his hand curling around the hilt of a long dagger.
Leviathan gave another smug laugh and Cullen jerked up with ascream of rage, slamming the dagger into his chest.
It pierced his heart with a wet squelch, dragging a harsh gasp from Cullen as blood spurted out over his fingers.
Time itself seemed to still as Leviathan looked down at his chest. Cullen followed his gaze, his eyes going wide at the sight of blood–thick, black blood–running over his fingers. Leviathan coughed and it splattered onto his face, making him flinch. Panic dug its claws into his chest, making him yank the sword out and whip it to the side. Leviathan collapsed with a choked gargle, his hand moving to cover the wound, and Cullen sprang forward with a cry of terror.
“Wait, wait!” He screamed as he caught and lowered him to the ground. “I didn’t mean to!”
