Page 34 of Gift for a Demon

“Yes.” Melchom didn’t say anything else—nothing about where they were or whether or not he was using them.

Perhaps having sex with a demon hadn’t been his greatest idea, regardless of the way his body was trying to plaster itself to Melchom’s. His skin ran hot, and it somehow spurred him on further, created the need to have more of that heat.

To have it everywhere.

Melchom shifted, and Dave was too aware of everything around him not to notice. Moving proved more challenging, but he noticed the bottle of what looked like clear oil in his periphery. Right, he mused. No need to move too much to reach places when Melchom was that size.

“Stop complaining,” Melchom reprimanded.

Dave chose to believe there was a hint of teasing in his voice, and the demon actually liked all of his rambling. A faint scoff was enough of a reply.

It was only a matter of time. Everyone used to tell Dave he had a way of worming himself into people’s lives. He’d been bothered by the statement in the past, but perhaps he could use it to his advantage now.

The sound of the bottle being uncapped brought him back to the present time. He grunted. Knowing he was going to feel whatever happened for days didn’t deter him, but he still bit his lip. That oil and Melchom rearranging his body or however that worked better work right.

“Trust me.”

Dave scoffed. It was mostly his nerves flowing to the surface. “You’re a demon.”

Melchom’s coated fingers trailed down to his rim, pressing against his hole without trying to breach it. “So observant of you.”

“Can demons be trusted?” Dave arched his spine.

He was going to try and not make a fool of himself by becoming a whimpering mess five seconds in. No promises, though.

“Not generally.”

“Exactly.”

“Hold still, little Dove,” Melchom murmured.

Dave tensed. It was an instinctual response, not that he wanted anything to stop. A shiver ran through his body as he noticed the tip of Melchom’s cock against his hole. Looking down, he noticed Melchom’s free hand was curled around the base of his cock, ready to lead it inside.

“Are you sure this is enough prep?” he forced himself to ask.

“Trust me,” Melchom repeated.

His voice sounded slightly strained, which was the only reason Dave shut up. The mix of the water and the oil massaged against his rim should help, he thought. He wished he had more experience with shower sex.

“Hold on to the edge of the tub.”

Dave obeyed, scrambling to wrap both hands around the edges, and he held on as Melchom slowly thrust in. It was so fucking strange—not having to wait or clench and release. A part of him had been scared he wouldn’t enjoy it if the demon was in charge of his body, but… fuck. He could feel so acutely, panting as he realized how impossibly full he was, how there was no way for Melchom’s cock to not drill into his prostate with every single movement. Dave was soon panting, groaning, moaning as Melchom increased the pace, his thrusts more punishing. His fingers clenched tighter against the edge of the tub as Melchom’s arm tightened around his waist.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he kept grunting, whimpering.

His body slumped back and his head tilted to the side, resting against the demon’s chest.

“Not thinking about anything else right now, are you?” Melchom groaned, his lips caressing the top of his head. Dave felt them oh so close, vibrating against his disheveled hair.

Dave huffed, but he was also panting, everything being too much and not enough to put the fire pooling in his gut to rest. The demon was unrelenting once he had the green light, fucking him like he wasn’t breakable at all—or like he didn’t care about it. The image that created had him leaning closer, wanting to urge Melchom to keep going. He was probably out of his mind for it, but he couldn’t bring himself to care.

“So good,” he managed to breathe out between thrusts.

He had to look like a mess, head lolling up and down with the strength of the demon’s body he had nothing on. Dave didn’t care. He’d never felt so utterly consumed, so utterly aware of every nerve ending in his body and nothing else. Everything was on fire and brimming on the edge, tortured and pleasured to its limits in the most delicious of ways.

A mix of a cry and a shriek left him when he was lifted off the cock. His hole clenched without demonic influence, and he felt dizzy as he tried to look around. One second later, he was readjusted, positioned so he was face to face with Melchom.

The asshole really was gorgeous, even more so from up close.

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