Page 29 of Gift for a Demon

“On your back,” Melchom corrected. He would take his human from behind before the day was over, but he needed to see that last image in Dove’s head, needed to make it a reality. “Jack yourself off. Prove you want this.”

The moment the words left his mouth, Melchom realized how badly he needed it. He needed to see the human was going wild with desire. He needed to believe sex wasn’t going to be a scheme or a way to achieve something.

It couldn’t be, not after the last time he’d bothered with a human.

“Hot,” Dove mumbled, a sharp intake of breath the only sound he made before he was once again obeying.

With his feet planted on the bed and knees spread, Dove fished his cock out of the thong with one hand. He stroked it slowly, holding Melchom’s gaze, until something shifted in him. Lust took control, his strokes more erratic, almost inexperienced—juvenile.

Melchom snorted.

It appeared his human was going to need help with something as simple as pleasuring himself. He’d use that to taunt him with later. Now, he focused on the human’s body, shifting it as he saw fit, until he flooded Dove’s brain with the right commands.

“W-what?”

“Enjoy it.” That wasn’t an order, but it might as well be.

There was fear in the air… and reluctance. Fear could be so interesting; it was usually just food, an emotion he fed off easily by visiting one poor soul or another. He could take it or leave it when there was no passion beneath it.

But then there were times when fear hid arousal, and both pushed and enhanced the other, creating an addictive cycle that had all of his neurons firing. Melchom’s cock throbbed. It had been a really long time since he’d felt that push and enhancement so strongly.

Even struggling with his own need, Melchom knew what he was doing. Soon enough, his human must’ve realized, too. Dove’s body relaxed eventually as Melchom kept commanding the perfect pressure and rhythm. He played with it, too, increasing both as the human got more and more desperate for release.

“W-wait.” His human moaned rather obscenely. He tried to buck his hips up into the air, but Melchom stilled the movement. “Don’t wanna come like this.”

“Why not?” He smirked. Humans were so boring when they didn’t have a little help. “It’s not going to be the last time you do.”

“Fuck,” his human half-groaned, half-whimpered. “Please, I…”

“Quiet.”

The order, Melchom realized, was pointless. Before Dove could even think about glaring at him for silencing him, he was overtaken with his first orgasm. Spurts of cum flew up his torso, reaching the straps that framed his chest.

His human could only pant, his body otherwise frozen.

Melchom pressed the heel of his palm against his own cock. Being hard in the human’s presence wasn’t a novelty, but he needed to stave off, needed to remind himself waiting made it much more worth it…

He’d save waiting for another day.

When he finally climbed into the bed, he easily covered the human’s body. Dove hadn’t finished recovering, but it didn’t quite matter.

“You think you can service me?”

A grunt came out of those sinfully parted lips before a nod followed. Melchom considered turning them around so Dove could set his own pace, but he remembered the fantasies in Dove’s head that he’d had access to.

His rebellious human dreamed of being overpowered, having all his senses overwhelmed.

Fulfilling that particular dream was not going to be a hardship.

Melchom’s hand wrapped around the nape of Dove’s neck, angling his head slightly before feeding him his cock.

The look on his face was complete debauchery, and Melchom hadn’t even painted it yet. Eyes half-lidded, rosy cheeks, pupils that struggled to focus on one single thing… Melchom had to wonder if his human could take as much as he’d thought.

It didn’t matter.

He’d agreed to this, and Melchom could tell he hadn’t changed his mind.

“Let me take over.”

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