Page 25 of Unleashing Mayhem
Matty panted, blinking down as Nightmare finally released his hold. White cum on gray skin. Nightmare’s shadows congregated on the demon’s hand, and then the cum was gone.
Did they…eat it?
Matty’s brain was too fuzzy to figure it out, and also he was kind of distracted because he was sitting on something hard.
Matty scooted back, stroking a hand over Nightmare’s clothed lap, gasping at what he found. Another erection, this onedefinitelybecause of Matty.
“I’d like to see,” he said.
Nightmare said nothing, but nimble fingers danced down to unlace something or other, and then there was his cock.
Oh wow.
It was just like the rest of Nightmare, scary large and scary-looking. It had twisted black veins branching along it, and the head…
It was bulbous, thicker than the rest of him, and the foreskin was…strange. Like the bud of a closed flower, petals covering the tip, leaving a little open star at the very center.
Before he could stop himself, Matty stroked a finger along one of those petals. It lifted, a stream of smoky graysomethingpouring out.
Was that…demon precum?
Matty cocked his head, fighting the strange urge to lean down andlick. “Do I turn you on, Scary?” he asked, and he barely recognized the low croon of his own voice.
Another rumbling growl left Nightmare’s chest. This one was in affirmation; Matty was sure of it.
“You want to—to put that inside me?” Matty stroked another petal, watching it lift. The cockhead hiding under those petals was dusky black and so very wet. If Matty stroked them all, would they peel back and reveal it fully? Would it taste as dark and dangerous as it looked?
Would it fit inside him?
Nightmare laid a gentle, restraining hand on Matty’s wrist. “Another time, little cocktease.”
“Is that what I’m doing?” Matty asked dazedly. He didn’t seem to have many brain cells left after his first partner-induced orgasm. He could only think,Nightmare cock, Nightmare cum, Nightmare fuck.
Or something like that.
But Matty supposed he was—very literally—teasing Nightmare’s demon cock with his touches.
But shouldn’t Nightmare want Matty to tease himmore?
“Won’t you be uncomfortable if you don’t…finish?” he asked, lifting a finger to brush another petal.
Nightmare grasped Matty’s hand with his own, effectively removing it from his cock, and tucked his erection away.
Matty made a grumbled sound of protest. He’d been enjoying himself. He liked looking at Nightmare’s cock, and he liked touching it. He thought he might like putting it in his mouth even more.
Soft, careful fingers gripped Matty’s chin, lifting it until he was meeting Nightmare’s glowing white eyes. “I’m a patient demon, Matteo,” Nightmare said quietly. “I know how to wait for what I want.”
Matty swallowed. Was he talking about Matty’s body or his soul?
Matty wasn’t sure he cared either way.
Nightmare’s lips twitched into a small smile, like he knew what Matty was thinking. “You need more sleep, sweet. Let me take you to bed.”
“And you’ll hold me again?”
It was kind of a trick question. Nightmare hadn’t held Matty the night before. He’d lainnextto Matty, and Matty had snuggle-strangled him in the night.
And maybe it was mean to even ask, when Matty had just come and Nightmare was left all hard and wanting. But Matty was feeling…demanding in his soft, postcoital state.
