Page 47 of Controller's Obsession

Taking direction from Peni, whether he was conscious of what he was doing, Merihem was ready to bust a nut. The second Peni’s ass squished his tongue, the musky flavor filling his senses, Merihem’s untouched cock exploded. He groaned and shuddered but never let go of his treat until Peni went lax in his arms. The scent of cum was strong in the shower's warmth.

He licked his lips as he rested Peni in his lap, cradling him to avoid the direct spray of water. He rested his head on Merihem’s shoulder, peeking up at him shyly, melting his heart.

He kissed him, unable to resist. “Was that okay?” he murmured against his lips nervously.

Peni’s cheeks flamed. “You have a very talented tongue.” The cheeky grin he was giving Merihem made his spent cock twitch. “It’s wasteful to not use such a talent, don’t you think?”

Merihem’s chuckles bounced off the glass in his delight. Nose to nose, he grinned. “Absolutely. And you know what they say about practicing?”

“What’s that?” His smile matched Merihem’s.

“Practice makes one perfect.”

Giggles erupted from Peni. “Any more perfect and I might not get any cleaning done…” he glanced at the glass walls and sighed. “With all this glass, that would not be a good thing.”

Back to chuckling, Merihem’s smile was all teeth. “I’m sure we can find a replacement that won’t get water spots on it.” To keep that smile on his blissful one’s face, Merihem would even clean it himself!

His demon was laughing his ass off.

Epilogue

Christa's Obsession book 3 is a Sapphic Romance

Wanda

“You’re going to the city again? Why?”The words ran through Wanda’s mind, the worry for her brother, it breathed within her. And it seemed for good reason. The conversations with Silas, her brother, gave her a strange sense of foreboding. Those senses never steered Wanda wrong. She always listened to them despite the fact that she couldn’t often explain them if asked. Not that Silas asked, or would have listened to reason if she could tell him why she was concerned something bad was going to happen.

Silas believed in the good of people, and no one took her seriously.

She flounced off towards the river's edge, the evening breeze making her curls bounce around her cheeks.

Her green eyes glowed in the dying sun. It bathed her in an ethereal halo, surrounding her with its warmth. Her fingers ran over the blooms as she passed, offering what little she had left within her to the plants.

Dryads were supposedly solitary creatures, only bonding their spirit to a tree. Yet Wanda had never wanted to lose her connection with Silas. Their parents were long gone. Wanda, alone, had followed Silas to the forest where he had set down his roots, needing to keep her own rooted bond with him.

There she had come across an orchard. It sat on the far edges of the forest that Silas resided in, dying through neglect. The four peach trees left to fend for themselves, called to Wanda’s soul. Silas having already bonded with his oak, his powers for healingcould not be given to another tree, not in the way they needed to survive.

Wanda was unique because she had the ability to bond with all four trees without diminishing her gift. They would surely have perished if not for her willingness to share her magic.

By following Silas, she had expanded her family, something she secretly craved. Although she understood that no matter how hard she had tried to cling to Silas, as with all dryads, he was destined for something else.

She loved Silas very much only she didn't understand his need to leave the forest, but Wanda, the younger sibling, didn’t crave anything beyond her orchard. Maybe a burger or two, whereas Silas wanted to head into the city and sing for those, who to Wanda’s mind, didn’t appreciate the pureness of his heart. She witnessed the destruction and carelessness of those who came into the forest. They left behind their garbage and trampled over the plants with no thought to the life they were hurting.

Dougal, Silas and Wanda helped maintain the balance of life in the forest and to Wanda, that was no greater gift. So no, Wanda didn’t want to leave the forest, her orchard, despite what Silas said about those he met. Sang for.

So here she was, fretting and terrified of all the changes that were happening in her small part of the world. Silas was a blissful one to a demon, no less. How this was possible, Wanda couldn’t fathom.

Demons, weren’t they evil creatures?

Destroyers of good?

Dougal, the troll of the forest, who was the font of all knowledge on such things as humans, shifter and all other beings, would have the answer, and all she had to do was ask. Only Wanda didn’t know how to ask. To express her fear when Silas himself seemed—content—excitedby this situation.

“You got somethin’ on your mind, Wanda?” Dougal walked patiently at her side. As usual, he picked up her unease. The troll was perceptive.

She hesitated, then gave in, looking at Dougal as he walked quietly beside her like he had done a thousand times before. The troll wore a coat of many pockets, it never ceased to surprise her what he could find within it. “You’re right I do.”

She sighed, understanding talking to Silas about her worries wouldn’t help when he saw things so differently to her. Her lips parted, then she stilled, listening out.

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