Page 51 of Gift for a Demon

“And why is that?”

“Because I’ve had a bad day.” Dave blinked up at him. Melchom really was attractive. He’d be even more attractive if Dave could play with his hair and the thin horns that somehow looked shinier now. “Traumatic experiences are bad for human upkeep.”

Melchom chuckled. “So, get in bed, and I’ll give you some other experience to focus on.”

“But not sleep?” Dave perked up.

He might be getting through to the demon after all. Sure, he was too sore to think of anything sex-related right now, but it was still better than the alternative. Besides, if Melchom used his powers—or whatever—Dave just had to sit back and…

Well, not think of England, because he couldn’t quite not think or feel what Melchom was doing to his insides. But he could enjoy it, right? Especially if Melchom finally let him experience that whole multiple orgasms thing.

Yeah, that would make the soreness worth it.

“You won’t ever find out if you don’t move.”

“Fine, don’t answer,” Dave grumbled.

Not that he was too angry about it.

This time.

“You take way too many liberties, Dove.”

“And you’re gonna get tired of that nickname.”

“You keep saying.”

Dave huffed. Was it immature? Probably. Did he care? Not really. He did get out of the tub, though.

Well, he started to stand up, almost fumbled, and then Melchom righted him and helped him out.

“Dry yourself off, and get on the bed.”

“How do I dry myself off?” Dave frowned.

He didn’t see any towels, or robes, or… anything.

That was, until Melchom let go of him and opened the door to yet another hidden door. What was it with Hell and hidden doors? Dave would be getting a headache from that if he didn’t already have one.

It had to be some kind of storage, right? Maybe a built in closet? Where else would Melchom get a fluffy towel from? Maybe he should really explore the chambers he was in properly before considering the rest of the… Castle? Realm?

Whatever.

The huge towel was really soft. A sigh escaped his lips as he wrapped his body in it. He must look kind of silly, but the demon didn’t mention it.

It was slightly unnerving.

Dave didn’t know what it said about him, but he’d started to get used to the constant commentary to keep him on his toes.

“What are you thinking?” Dave asked.

Melchom didn’t answer, but he walked back to Dove. Dave thought he’d trail a nail down his arm, or maybe grip his waist like he usually did. Instead, Melchom hoisted him up, forcing Dave to try and wrap his legs around his waist. It wasn’t easy while wrapped up in a towel. He probably looked like a clumsy duck, squeals included.

“The fuck?” Dave yelped.

“Your size isn’t always convenient.”

“Yeah, news flash, I didn’t choose it.”

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