Page 32 of A Beginner's Guide to Demonic Possessions
Paz’s eyes sparkled with pleasure, and then the demon looked down and went back to work on his cock, and Trent broke eye contact to look at Paz’s body.
Fuck.
Paz had gotten his pants off, and he had the prettiest ass Trent had ever seen. Above it his tail protruded from his skin, starting off the same olive skin color before becoming darker as it reached around. Trent couldn’t see the tip, because it was curved under Paz’s arms and between Trent’s legs. It should’ve looked weird, since Trent had never seen a tail on a person before, but it looked like the most natural thing in the world.
It twitched then, and Trent felt a gentle caress against his hole. Trent’s head fell back as he moaned, and Paz’s tail tappedand circled his hole, teasing him. It seemed slick somehow, and then it rubbed against his pucker, and it felt like a tongue.
“Paz, fuck, what are you doing to me? Feels so good. You feel so good,” Trent groaned.
Paz worked his cock, running his tongue underneath the sensitive head and then plunging down so his throat was squeezing Trent’s cock, and Paz’s hands squeezed the base of his dick and fondled his balls, and his tail lapped at Trent’s hole like a tongue. Then the tip of Paz’s tail slid in just the tiniest bit, and Trent’s hips thrust up again, gagging Paz on his cock, but Paz only groaned in appreciation.
“Stop. Stop, Paz, I’m gonna come. Fuck,” he ground out.
Paz popped off his dick, but he continued to stroke him. “That’s sort of the point, beautiful,” Paz smirked.
“I want to give you pleasure, too, Paz,” Trent said, leaning up to look into Paz’s eyes again.
Those eyes went soft and creased in a smile. “You give me more pleasure than you could ever know, beautiful,” Paz whispered.
Trent leaned down and dragged Paz up his body, and fuck, feeling his demon’s chest and abs sliding against Trent’s cock almost sent Trent over the edge again.
Their lips sought each other out when Paz reached Trent, and they kissed frantically as their bodies mashed together. Paz was the perfect height, and their nipples and cocks were lined up, rubbing together with every wiggle.
Paz grabbed Trent’s hands, threading their fingers together, and held them down next to his head. Trent felt both connected to Paz and also bound by him, unable to move his hands, and his arousal notched up even higher.
They both groaned as Paz thrust his hips down and Trent thrust his hips up, grinding their cocks together in delicious friction.
“Demons, Trent, you’re so perfect. So beautiful. And you’re mine. All mine,” Paz whispered.
“Yes,” Trent hissed out, pushing his hands and body up and loving the feeling of being held and trapped by Paz’s body.
“You like this?” Paz asked, still thrusting his hips and grinding their cocks together. “You like being bound by me? Like I’m still in control of that body?”
Trent cried out, because yes, that was exactly it. It was like Paz still had control over him, but he could feel everything. It was erotic and freeing, because he knew his demon would only ever give him pleasure.
Then Paz’s hips stilled, and his body pressed fully against Trent, and Trent couldn’t move at all. He tried thrusting, wanting that friction on his cock again, but his hips had no space, and he moaned in frustration.
Paz chuckled, and then, oh fuck, his tail. It slid in between their bodies somehow, even though it seemed like there was no room, and it twisted and curled around both their cocks. Trent’s hips bucked again—he couldn’t help it—and the inability to move them only drove his need higher.
Paz’s tail squeezed their cocks in an upward motion, milking them as they rubbed together. They both moaned in pleasure, and Paz pressed his forehead to Trent’s.
“Tell me, Trent. Tell me again, beautiful. Say the words,” Paz begged, and Trent knew what he wanted.
“I love you, Paz. I love you,” he cried out, his body tensing and trying to thrust, and the inability making him nearly delirious. “Please, Paz. Please!” he begged.
Then Paz kissed him, their lips and tongues coming together, their breaths mingling as one. Paz’s tail surrounded their cocks, squeezing tighter and faster, and their cock heads rubbed against each other, Paz’s cock continuously gliding over and hitting the sensitive underside of Trent’s cockhead.
“I love you, too, beautiful,” Paz moaned.
It was too much, and Trent’s orgasm cascaded through him, his dick pulsing jets of cum out as Paz’s tail milked them harder. Paz gave his own shout of pleasure, and the feel of Paz’s cum painting his chest made Trent moan.
Trent floated in a haze of pleasure. He felt, as if from far away, Paz’s tail slowly unwind from around their cocks. Paz made to move, but Trent clenched his hands tighter and moaned in disapproval.
“I’ll crush you, beautiful,” Paz chuckled, but Trent only grunted again.
Paz let his weight rest down on top of Trent, sliding down slightly so his head was on Trent’s chest and his lower body was partly supported by the bed. Their legs were intertwined, their fingers laced together, and Trent felt the lovely pressure of his demon laying on top of him. Everywhere he felt skin and warmth.
He had a moment to think that heaven, or hell, must favor him, because he had been blessed beyond his wildest dreams when he had been possessed by Paz. But the thought floated away as his eyes drifted shut, and he dozed off to the soft sound of Paz’s breathing, comforted in the knowledge that his demon was there with him in the flesh.
