Page 26 of Demon's Obsession

“Touch me.”

Silas’s grin was pure mischief. “I am.”

Dakata growls of complaint ended with a loud mewl as leaves tickled the tip of his cock and his nipples.

The delightful torture seemed to go on forever as pre-cum pooled at the base of his cock. Only when his whole cock was slick did Silas come and straddle him. His eyes glowed so bright that the brown looked like warmed honey. He rose, and the branch holding his cock moved, and Dakata lost his breath at the touch—cock against the slick, sticky ass. “How,” he gasped at a loss to understand how Silas could produce slick when he wasn’t an animal shifter.

“Sap from my tree,” he murmured as he rocked against Dakata’s hot flesh. Thrills of pleasure assailed Dakata, not solely his own, they came from dryad and tree.

Dakata strained against the binds.Easy, my love. Please allow us to show you how much we treasure you.

Unsure if it was Silas or his tree, Dakata didn’t care, he relaxed as much as his body would allow, feeling the pressure against the head of his cock increase.

Pleasure and pain took a combining role at the squeeze of the ass rocking slower than a three-toed sloth could move.

Tortured.

He was being tortured with pleasure.

What a blissful thing.

He couldn’t argue when their combined stickiness ran down his cock and aided Silas to inch ever lower.

His eyes rolled into the back of his head at the ass clenching him tighter than an anaconda. Muscles contracted, then gripped ever harder, sending the tendrils of lust out in quick bursts to compete with the pain of having his cock strangled. He was in hell… in the best possible way.

His breath stuttered, and his skin gleamed in the beams of sunlight filtering through the web of the canopy above them. As did Silas’s as his ass finally nestled against Dakata’s pelvis.

Chest heaving from the effort, Silas pressed palms flat against Dakata’s torso, moving them over the warm skin slowly, coming forward until their mouths were within inches of each other and Dakata was past the point of his patience.

His demon laughed at him as Dakata demanded, “Kiss me… do something… fuck anything… just move…”

Silas gave him a serene smile—Dakata was clueless at how he could when he had impaled himself on his enormous cock.

His blissful one groaned, coming closer still, his hard shaft became trapped between them. Then his mouth was onDakata’s, the taste earthy and sweet. It filled him from the top of his head to the tips of his toes. The woes of his arousal, which pulsed with each new kiss, he temporarily pushed aside. The need to drink in each kiss that left him…bound in love, was everything.

It was there in each loving brush of lips as Silas held his gaze, conveying his emotions in an unmistakable way. They touched Dakata’s heart. Wrapped it in the warmth and natured it, calming his mind.

“You are part of our roots. Forever bound to the trees, plants, and life force of the earth. We recognize your soul.” The next kiss brought with it the crushing need to come, then Silas murmured as his ass squeezed and he rocked, “And we join it with ours willingly. Forever.”

Vision full of white, his body ceased as he spiraled into the universe. Free falling for a brief second until tree and man wrapped around him and his cock spurted deep in the convulsing channel, hot ribbons of cum filling their blissful one. Silas’s seed sprayed Dakata, their lips remained sealed in a hungry kiss as his demon—for the very first time in his long life—left him in total peace.

Chapter Seventeen

Silas

Silas’s whole body ached in a delicious way as he made his way down to the river. The day before had been a blur—the fighting, the pain, the healing, the joining—and had extended well into the night when Dakata and Silas had moved into his house, and Dakata claimed him all over again on his bed.Our bed now.

But no matter how hectic his night had been, Silas would not forsake his forest. As soon as the sun peeked over the horizon, he slipped out of bed, confident his oak would watch over Dakata,who was snoring loudly. A quick clean up, and a fresh robe, and Silas was ready to meet the day.

There was unease in the forest.

Silas expected that.

While his oak was huge and old, it was experienced in weathering storms and turmoil that a lot of the smaller plants were fearful of. Strangers had walked among them, had deliberately hurt the spirits that kept the forest secure, and all around Silas there was a chatter, and jagged energies, like buzzing bees.

Be calm,Silas sent to the young grasses scattered among the rocks along the river’s edge.We are well,his energies conveyed as he stroked along the leaves of the young saplings still finding their way from the shadows of their parents.Wanda will walk among you soon, you have my word,he told the bushes that ringed the edge of the forest, near to where his sister’s grove was. He had already been to check on Wanda and Dougal, who had both had a peaceful night, although Dougal had mentioned that Silas could benefit from more sleep.

When he came to the small clearing where Wanda had been taken from, Silas could feel the despair of the vegetation as if it was a thick fog. The trees around were doing their best, trying to clear the negative soot. Only the smaller bushes, grasses, and moss remained bowed under the weight of it all.

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