Page 84 of Gift for a Demon

“Do they?” Dove moved closer to him. Melchom found it endearing—the human thought he could pose some kind of threat if he widened his stance and placed a pointed finger against his upper abs. “Isn’t it important that you’re all feared and respected?”

There.

He almost missed it, but he clung to that tendril of thought flying through his Dove’s mirror maze at the speed of light.

“You want them to fear and respect me, because you think then you’d be safe?”

With someone else, maybe he would’ve thought the idea ridiculous. When it was his gift thinking it, though, it tugged at his heartstrings. Melchom had even forgotten he had those.

Dove chewed on his lip. “Yes?”

“Then you’ll have your coronation.” He’d make the minions organize the whole thing, and maybe it wouldn’t be so painful.

Anything to keep that fear from his Dove’s eyes. Melchom would take care of the actual threats in the meantime.

The adorable human bounced on his feet with excitement. Melchom caught him before he ended up hurt by trying to reach his height. His Dove was lucky Melchom was so attuned to the way his head worked. Melchom guessed he couldn’t complain when the human was just overenthusiastic with the urge to kiss him.

Kisses were nice.

Everything that followed them was even nicer.

Melchom was slow as he explored his Dove’s body, caressing with his hands and licking whenever his Dove cooperated to let him shift positions.

Their clothes disappeared in two seconds. Melchom caught a defeated huff from Gaz. She walked in circles until she curled up again on her bed, her back to them. She’d been doing that the past few days.

“I wanna ride you,” his Dove mumbled.

Melchom didn’t know if he noticed, but Dove did this thing when he was on top of him. It reminded him of those human memes about cats making biscuits. His human did that when he rested his fisted hands against his pecs and… massaged? Melchom wasn’t sure what the move was about, but it felt soothing, so he didn’t draw attention to it.

“You do, huh?” Melchom pulled him close. “You want me to open you up? Hold you and let you enjoy my cock for as long as you want it in you?”

A moan erupted from deep within Dove. “Uh huh. That.”

Melchom didn’t waste time. Their few clothes discarded already, Melchom lowered him until the tip of his cock was perfectly lined with his Dove’s hole.

“This still feels weird,” Dove hummed.

Melchom didn’t feel one ounce of complaint, though, so he kept pushing the human’s muscles to stretch wider.

“Ride me, tiny Dove.”

His Dove moaned. He always made a spectacle when he was told to do something instead of Melchom just manhandling him into it. He loved frustrating him like that, especially when that led to the human thinking of him as a sadist.

Melchom hadn’t shown him sadism yet.

He wasn’t sure he wanted to.

Definitely not now.

No, he’d much rather have his human moaning around his cock filling him, his hips bucking in circles as he took more and more.

Dove didn’t take long in losing himself in lust, and it was beautiful to watch. Hot, too. Melchom’s grip tightened on his waist, knowing it would leave quite a few bruises. It couldn’t be helped when all he wanted was to thrust up into the human until he was completely ravished, until he couldn’t form a coherent thought and everything in that mirror maze of his revolved around Melchom. Around the way his body felt like it was breaking apart and being pulled together once again.

He let his Dove set the pace, though, anticipating it and helping him through it. He focused on the way Dove’s reddened cock bobbed against his abdomen, perfectly hard and glistening.

A better Melchom would’ve wrapped his hand around it, jacking him until all of his human’s seed coated their torsos.

Melchom wasn’t better, though; the thought of his human coming untouched, of Melchom being that good for him… He needed that. He needed to see his Dove drowning in pleasure until he was howling, releasing himself because there was just no other option.

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