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He could see a question forming in Dove’s head, but he discarded it right away, apparently not quite caring to bother with it.

All that trust was going to be his demise—maybe for both of them if Melchom didn’t find a way to keep it under wraps.

“Okay.”

Melchom fed Dove his cock then, rearranging and stretching his body until his lips wrapped around it perfectly. He let him gag on it for a few seconds, but Melchom wasn’t a cruel lover. Well, he supposed he was, but not when it came to this. Not so soon, either.

Slowly, he opened up Dove’s throat, letting the human get used to the intrusion, to the fact that his body wasn’t his. It wouldn’t be while fucking was on the table.

Nostrils flaring, Melchom thrust into the yielding mouth, losing himself in the scents surrounding him. The arousal of the human, combined with the lingering fear and adrenaline, was exquisite—an aphrodisiac like no other.

“You are a gift after all, tiny human.”

A whine escaped Dove, and his hands flapped for a second. Melchom dived into his mind.

No, he wasn’t asking to stop, just struggling with another thought about his name. His poor human was confused, finding affection in Melchom’s nickname when he’d thought there could only be disgust.

His tiny, little human.

“My gift to tear apart and rebuild piece by piece.”

Dove found the idea arousing, Melchom realized with a start. The new particles filling the air boosted him up, made him fuck that willing throat deeper, rougher, until he was filling the human’s mouth with his cum. He didn’t let go until everything was swallowed, and Dove was drowning in his scent.

“One day, I’m going to use you as my portable toilet.” The fantasy made his cock twitch as it began to fill again. He hadn’t had a good bucket in a long time—not one he didn’t have to keep in complete control the entire time. “You’ll wake up excited I’m going to be drilling on your prostate, but instead you’ll be mortified to find I’m just filling your insides with my piss.”

His own little Dove blinked owlishly at him. “Why would I be mortified?”

His own little kinky as fuck Dove.

Melchom shook his head while he traced a thumb over the human’s bottom lip. “If you start liking everything I do to you, I’m gonna have to come up with other ways to keep you scared.”

More perverted, darker ways. Melchom couldn’t say he disliked the idea.

“I can like it and be scared of it.”

Dove’s usually messy brain proved that was true, too. Melchom saw images of him jerking off to amateur videos he’d found when searching for watersports in porn sites. Other mirrors portrayed a scared Dove. Tear tracks stained his cheeks, Melchom’s cock filling his mouth while golden liquid dribbled down his chin.

His Dove had a lot to learn, a lot he wanted to learn.

Melchom liked it.

CHAPTER 7

DAVE

“Why did you put me to sleep?” Dave groused.

He realized he couldn’t look too menacing when he was rubbing the sleep off his eyelids and his torso seemed to still be covered in cum. That didn’t mean he wasn’t going to try.

“Because your body needed the rest.”

The demon wasn’t even in the bed with him, and he hadn’t given him all the orgasms he’d promised. Dave didn’t remember anything after that threat-slash-promise to add watersports into whatever it was they were doing.

“Are you that set on giving me whiplash?”

Of course Melchom would be. But, fuck, that blowjob had been hot. He’d thought it would feel violating when he first felt the demon taking control over his body, but it had been nothing like when he’d forced him to kneel.

The closest he’d ever felt like that was at a party when he’d turned twenty-one. He’d decided it was a good idea to set up a gangbang for himself, and one of the guys happened to know shibari. He’d been completely restrained for everyone to shift him around and move him as they pleased, and he’d felt helpless, and incredibly turned on because of that helplessness.

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