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“But you’re so hard,” Melchom reasoned, a smirk plastered on his face. “And that panic that has just settled deep in your core? It’s the best dessert I could hope for. You wanted me to feed, didn’t you?”

Dove mewled, head falling against the crook of the demon’s neck. He didn’t fight, but a hoarse scream left his lips the second Melchom squeezed the oversensitive skin.

There was nothing he could do. His throat felt dry as he burrowed deeper against the demon’s skin.

“You’re gonna come for me, Dove? Show me how much you’re really enjoying the way I play with your head?”

Dove nodded.

He couldn’t form full sentences, but he could do that.

He did it, too, his body trembling with exertion as Melchom pulled more and more out of him, spurts of cum hitting the jacuzzi and their arms and chests in random, stray patterns.

“I’m not done, tiny Dove.”

“I know,” he breathed.

Swallowing down the knot in his throat became excruciating, every inch of his body protesting for what he made it go through.

“Melchom…”

“Ask.”

Dove blinked. He’d started to think of a question, but awareness came to him slowly.

“It’s not related to this.”

“I know.” The demon shifted his body until they were face to face. “But I can follow every one of your thoughts, remember? I understand the way your head works.”

Shit.

Dove shook his head.

No, he was not going to bawl his eyes out.

He would… later. When Melchom wasn’t watching.

“What happens when I need a shot for my meds? It’s coming soon, and I… I don’t wanna have an episode, or lose it, or…” he trembled. “Not again.”

“I keep your body healthy, remember?” Melchom sighed fondly. Or maybe Dove wanted to think of it as a fond gesture. “That includes your brain chemistry. Your house of mirrors will always be there, but it’s never been as balanced as it is with me here.”

“Oh.”

It was strange. Dove did feel different, but not as different as he thought it would feel like.

“If you feel better, I’ll go to Earth every month and get your prescription.”

“No.” Dove shook his head right away. “I trust you.”

He did.

CHAPTER 20

MELCHOM

“I have a question.”

Melchom shifted to his side. He’d barely stirred. “Another one?”

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