Vik tightened his hold and altered Dillon’s memory to include a cab ride. They materialized in his apartment and he kept Dillon in suspended animation to adjust the decaying glamour. When the illusion of sheetrock walls once more hid stone, he willed Dillon awake. Yeah. He definitely needed glamourpractice.
“Oh, damn! I love your apartment!” The lithe ninja abandoned Vik’s arms for the faux view of the New York City skyline. “I’ll bet a place like this sets you back a good bit. You must be loaded! I had a boyfriend once, had more money than he knew what to do with. Treated me like a king. After a while he got boring. I mean, how many times can one man goshopping?”
Dillon whirled around the apartment, stroking marble countertops, clicking buttons on the stove. “Neat! My whole apartment would fit in yourkitchen.”
Had Vik overdone his conjuring for his personal dwelling to the point where his guest was more interested in the space than in him? Eventually Dillon tired of exploring and returned to Vik, sliding beneath Vik’s arm like he belonged there. He dropped his voice to a huskymurmur.
“As nice as this is, it’s not your apartment I came tosee.”
Vik’s own personal whirlwind spun around him, removing Vik’s jeans, socks and boots. Time to distract his guest away from the hooves. What would Dillon thinkabout…
“A tail! How cool is that? I don’t know where you got your costume, but this totallyrocks!”
Costume? Didn’t a ninja who lived in a demon-occupied building know what a sixth level prince looked like? Oh, well. Maybe he just didn’t get out much, especially not if he lived in exile like Ralph. Where were ninjas from, though? What level was Cleveland on? Better not be the eighth level. Mom would have afit.
Dillon shimmied out of his clothes, leaving a pile of black fabric on the living room floor. He stood proudly, not the least bit of shame marring his confident stance. Instead of being skinny, he bore a wiry build, with unblemished skin a shade darker than alabaster. His hair—formerly hidden under a hood—tumbled down his back in a mass of obsidian waves. In the right light Dillon’s eyes would spark like embers. Nice! If his warrior prowess could match Tazlina’s, in the looks department he was the sun to Kiana’s moon. In a word, he was perfect. If this was how ninjas were made, Vik definitely needed to get upstairsmore.
As before at the party, Dillon walked his fingers up Vik’s chest. “I don’t care where you’re actually from,” he murmured, breath warming Vik’s skin, “wherever it is they sure know how to grow ‘em.” He closed the distance with his lips, kissing a path as far up Vik as he could reach, being under six feet tall. Then he closed his mouth around a nipple, sending fire curling through Vik’s innards. Vik locked his lips to keep the blaze contained, and turned his head to discreetly cough smoke. Damn. JustDamn.
Dillon missed Vik’s close call, eyes definitely not trained on anything above Vik’s waist. He released a moan and sank to hisknees.
“You’re definitely size proportionate, aren’t you?” The smile in his voice, and an appreciative, “Hot damn!” said “size proportionate” might be a goodthing.
All of Vik’s cock couldn’t possibly fit in Dillon’s mouth, could it? Oh, Home! Total lack of gag reflex must be a ninja skill. Vik grabbed the back of his couch to keep from falling, as the ability to weaken knees was also one of Dillon’sskills.
Vik sank to the floor before he got there the hard way, dislodging Dillon on the way down. He wound his fingers in silky strands of jet black hair and pulled Dillon’s mouth toward his own. Tasting himself on Dillon’s tongue nearly drew fire again, but Vik tamped down the urge to loose flames. While he explored Dillon’s back with his hands, he ran his tail up one lightly furred calf, ready to drop the sensitive appendage to the floor to play dead if Dillon reacted in a badway.
Instead, Dillon pushed back against Vik’s tail with his perfectly rounded ass. “That is so hot!” he drew back enough to say before diving back into Vik’s mouth with histongue.
Well, if Dillon liked a little tail tickling, he was gonnalove…
“Now that’s something you don’t feel every day.” The words came out on a whimper. Yeah, having a tail stroking your balls on vibrate mode did have the tendency to rob one ofspeech.
Suddenly Dillon jerked away. “Wha…?” Vik made a grab but closed on air. Another ninja skill, possibly. Teleportation, because Dillon crouched a few feet away, with a grin of pure seduction. Vik’s cock gotharder.
“I know what you want.” Without further ado Dillon grabbed Vik’s tail,his tail!and ran his tongue over the sensitive tip. Homefire and brimstone! Lightning flashed behind Vik’s eyes. Oh damn. Better not let Dillon see fieryeyes!
Vik writhed on the floor. Damn, but the man knew how to lick tail. No one had given Vik a good tail licking since… Nope, not thinking about Big Blue now. Not, not,not!
“Home, that’s good!” Vik arched his back, offering more tail for the licking. This being could really suck demon tail, but now wasn’t the time to consider how he might havelearned.
Dillon’s smallish body was perfectly formed, and his cock made a nice mouthful for Vik when they faced opposite directions. All the while Dillon moaned, chanted, groaned, and whined. Never for a moment was he ever still or quiet, even mumbling with his mouth full, adding a bit moresensation.
They wound up with Dillon on top of Vik, staring down like some avenging angel, the ends of his dark hair tickling Vik’s skin. Oh, an angel. An image to file away for later. The uneven stone floor—conjured to look like pile carpet—jabbed into Vik’s back. As stealthily as possible to avoid his date’s noticing, he summoned a thicker pile to the carpet, giving them a soft surface to romp on since Dillon didn’t seem in a hurry to take their adventures to an actualbed.
A quick bait and switch replaced the guy’s ordinary latex condoms with a pack of Inferno 3000s, “Heat protection for your erection.” Now was not the time to risk a meltdown to put the bubblegum incident toshame.
Their gazes locked. “I know what you want,” Dillon said again, tapping a fingertip against Vik’s hole a moment before he lined up somethinglarger.
Oh, Home! Vik ran out of lube sometime last week and hadn’trestocked!
For Dillon, lack of lube didn’t pose a problem and he slid inside with ease. Huh? When had he lubed up? Damn, but Vik liked all these ninjaskills!
Vik tucked his tail between his open legs and nudged Dillon’s opening. “Go for it,” Dillon murmured, setting up a punishingrhythm.
Only one other had ever said that. Vik plunged his tail inside, matching his speed with Dillon’s. Dillon’s groans echoed off the walls. Hot damn! Somehow he’d prepared himself without Vik knowing. Ninja skills were dabomb!
“That’s it!” Their skin slapped together, the ninja giving Vik what he hadn’t even known heneeded.
