Page 47 of Unleashing Mayhem
Nightmare groaned into the flesh surrounding him. Matteo’s skin was musky and rich, the perfect pairing with the lemony sweet of his arousal. Perhaps Nightmare should have let Matteo bathe before bonding, but he was being selfish, letting himself enjoy the full breadth of Matteo’s humanity as he licked along that furrow, paying special attention to that tender hole.
He was patient as he worked his tongue through the tight ring of muscle. It was easy to be patient with Matteo panting and whimpering his pleasure, mumbling into his hands every now and again, little happy, breathless murmurings of, “Ohh, I like that. I like that so, so much.”
Nightmare’s cock was hardening rapidly, his so-called petals unfurling, allowing his smoky essence to leak from the tip. Nightmare gathered the natural lubricant with one hand, coating his fingers.
He pressed one of those fingers to Matteo’s hole, working it in. Then another.
Nightmare groaned again. He was going to be inside this tight passage soon. His aching cock was going to be sucked and caressed by Matteo’s inner muscles. Nightmare was going to fill his summoner with his demon seed, again and again and again, until Matteo was overflowing with it.
Nightmare growled, his tongue lengthening alongside his fingers, growing longer and searching deeper.
“Oh my God!” Matteo’s whimpers and groans turned to desperate babbling. “Please, please, please! My cock, Scary.Touch it. Make me come. You’re going to make me come. You are, you are, you are.”
Nightmare slid his free hand under Matteo’s hips, circling Matteo’s erection with his fingers, letting him rut against his hand.
Matteo’s hips moved frantically, and he erupted with a high keen, his channel pulsing around Nightmare’s fingers and tongue.
Perfect, so perfect. So responsive to Nightmare’s touch, able to find his release with the slightest bit of coaxing.
Nightmare rumbled his approval directly into Matteo’s skin.
He lifted his head and released Matteo’s cock, licking the salty, bitter essence off his hand as Matteo trembled beneath him.
“Now we do it?” Matteo asked, looking blearily over his shoulder. “The bond? It’s time?”
Nightmare grinned at his human’s naivete. Somewhere along the way, his teeth had sharpened again. He no doubt looked feral.
“Oh, sweet summoner,” he crooned, pressing his thumb to that wet and softened hole, breathing in Matteo’s gasp at the unexpected touch. “I’m not nearly done. Be good and stay right as you are. We have a long way to go.”
14
Matty
Matty was living in an alternate dimension. One where time made no sense and nothing ever felt bad. Only good.
Only very, very good.
Nightmare had been playing with Matty’s ass for what felt like hours. Maybe it really had been. Hours of lips and fingers and a tongue that wasnota normal human length. Matty may not have had much experience, but even he could tell that much.
Matty’s cock had hardened again a long time ago, but there was no urgency to come again yet. It just felt amazing, having his hole played with while he occasionally humped lethargically at the mattress, at other times just lying puttylike under Nightmare’s ministrations.
He whined as that hot mouth left his entrance for the first time in forever. “Put it back,” he mumbled petulantly, pushing his ass up in the air.
But then Nightmare’s hand was on Matty’s head, stroking his hair with nimble fingers. “Are you ready, Matteo?”
Ready for what? For fucking? Hell yes.
“Yes,” Matty slurred. “So ready, Scary.”
And then the Book appeared in front of Matty’s face. The shadows had fetched it, and now they turned it to the last page.
“Repeat after me,” Nightmare commanded, a dark, raspy voice in Matty’s ear.
Oh, right. The bonding. They were bonding before they were fucking. Matty never would have forgotten, except Nightmare had been relentlessly eating his ass for the last eternity, and Matty had apparently lost quite a few brain cells along the way.
Maybe that was good though. With all the blood in his dick and none left for his brain, Matty couldn’t even be nervous.
It was strange doing this lying on his stomach, Nightmare crouched above him where Matty couldn’t see. Strange but also perfect. His eerie shadow demon, coaxing vows from Matty in the dark.
