Page 103 of The Dark Lord Awakens
I tried to remove the toy, but my body clenched around it, reluctant to let go of the source of such intense pleasure. When I finally managed to extract it, I flopped back against the pillows, breathing hard and wondering what was happening to me.
The respite lasted approximately thirty seconds before the need returned, stronger than before. It was like an itch under my skin, a hunger that one meal couldn’t satisfy. I wasboth exhausted and desperate for more, my body demanding satisfaction while my mind struggled to catch up.
“Round two, I guess,” I muttered, reaching for the toy again. “Though at this rate, I might need to schedule an intervention for myself.”
Mr. Snuggles, rather than showing any signs of boredom or discomfort with the situation, seemed to be settling in for the long haul. He had moved to the pillow beside mine, curled up with his tail wrapped neatly around his body, watching the proceedings.
“You’re a very strange dragon, you know that?” I told him, too overwhelmed by need to really care about his presence anymore. “Most pets would have the decency to at least pretend to be asleep.”
I turned away slightly, creating at least the illusion of privacy. My body’s demands had reached the point where embarrassment was a luxury I couldn’t afford. The persistent ache inside me had become an all-consuming need that overrode any remaining sense of propriety.
This time, I didn’t bother with slow and careful. I positioned the toy and sank down onto it with a desperate moan, taking it deeper than before. The stretch was delicious, the fullness exactly what I needed.
“Fuck,” I gasped, setting a rhythm that had my thighs trembling with effort. In my mind, Azrael was beneath me, those crimson eyes watching my every move as I rode him.
“You look exquisite like this,” fantasy-Azrael murmured, his cool hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. “Taking me so perfectly.”
I felt hands on my shoulders—Wes, golden and glowing in my imagination, pressing against my back, his lips finding my neck. “Let us take care of you,” he whispered, his voice like honey. “You don’t have to be in control all the time.”
The fantasy shifted and suddenly I was on my hands and knees, Azrael behind me, driving into me with relentless precision while Wes knelt before me, his cock inches from my lips. I opened for him eagerly, the taste of him filling my mouth as Azrael filled me from behind.
“That’s it,” Cole’s voice came from somewhere beside me, his silver hair falling forward as he stroked himself, watching. “You were made for this.”
My real hand worked frantically over my length, matching the rhythm of the toy as I thrust it deeper, angling it to hit that spot that made fireworks explode behind my eyelids. The vibrations intensified, almost as if it could sense I was close, building to a crescendo that had me crying out.
“I’m going to—” The words dissolved into a hoarse shout as the second orgasm crashed through me. My entire body convulsed, muscles clenching around the toy as pleasure more intense than the first time ripped through me. It felt like being torn apart and put back together, like drowning and being saved, like dying and being reborn.
I collapsed face-first into the pillows, gasping for breath, limbs shaking uncontrollably. “Holy shit,” I panted, certain I was done, finished, completely satisfied.
And then, impossibly, I felt it again—that stirring, that need, that hunger rising from the ashes like some kind of horny phoenix.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I groaned, rolling onto my back and staring down at my cock, which was already hardening again despite two earth-shattering orgasms. “What are you, the Energizer Bunny? Don’t you ever quit?”
Mr. Snuggles made a sound that was unmistakably sympathetic, his purple eye regarding me with what seemed like understanding. He nudged one of the glowing crystals from the box toward me with his snout, as if offering a suggestion.
“Are you… helping me?” I asked incredulously. “Is this what dragon friendship has come to? Sex toy recommendations?”
He made an impatient huffing sound, nudging the crystal closer.
“Fine,” I muttered, reaching for both the toy and the crystal. “But this is officially the weirdest night of my life, and that’s saying something considering I’m a reincarnated dark lord.”
The night became a blur of positions and fantasies, each more elaborate than the last. Me on my knees, face pressed into the mattress as Azrael took me from behind, his cool hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing just enough to make my vision blur. Wes beneath me, his cock in my mouth while Cole whispered filthy encouragements in my ear. All three of them taking turns, using every part of me until I was nothing but sensation.
In reality, I tried every position I could manage alone—on my back, on my knees, on my side, sitting up against the headboard. The toy seemed to have a mind of its own, changing its vibration patterns and intensity to match my increasingly desperate needs. I lost count of how many times I came, each orgasm more intense than the last until pleasure and pain blurred together into something transcendent.
My throat was raw from moaning, my muscles burning from exertion, my sheets a disaster zone of sweat and other fluids. And still my body demanded more, insatiable in its hunger, relentless in its pursuit of pleasure.
Through it all, Mr. Snuggles remained a strangely attentive presence, sometimes watching with that unnerving intelligence, sometimes curled up beside me as if offering comfort, occasionally nudging different items from the box toward me as if making suggestions. During a brief moment of clarity between rounds, I noticed he’d somehow managed to push a water cupcloser to me—thoughtful in a way that only made the situation more surreal.
It wasn’t until the first pale light of dawn began to filter through my window that my body finally, mercifully, decided it had had enough. The last orgasm ripped through me with such force that I actually blacked out for a moment, coming to with the toy still buried inside me and my chest heaving with exhausted breaths.
“Holy shit,” I whispered to the ceiling, my voice raw from hours of uninhibited moaning. “Is this what being a demon is like? Because if so, I’m never going to get anything done. I’ll be too busy… doing myself.”
Mr. Snuggles had retreated to the foot of the bed sometime during my final release, giving me at least the illusion of privacy as I came back to my senses. With a groan that was equal parts satisfaction and discomfort, I dragged myself to the bathroom on shaky legs, feeling like I’d just run a marathon while simultaneously being hit by a truck. Parts of me I’d never paid much attention to before were making their existence very known, sending little aftershocks of pleasure-pain through me with every movement.
The shower was blissfully hot, washing away the evidence of my night of self-discovery. As I cleaned up, I couldn’t help but marvel at this body’s capacity for pleasure. Was this normal for demons? Did they all have this kind of stamina, this ability to experience multiple intense orgasms without needing recovery time? If so, it explained a lot about Azrael’s tightly wound demeanor. The poor man was probably in a constant state of frustrated arousal.
That thought led to other, more dangerous ones. If this was how intense it felt with toys and fantasies, what would it be like with the real thing? With Azrael’s actual hands on me, his actual body inside me? The idea was enough to make my recentlysated body stir with renewed interest, despite hours of the most intense pleasure I’d ever experienced.
