Page 31 of A Beginner's Guide to Demonic Possessions
Paz wasn’t usually nervous or frustrated. Sure, he’d been thrown off when he’d first possessed Trent, but he hadn’t been that way since.
“Paz, why are you nervous?” Trent asked. Might as well just rip the bandaid off and find out. They’d lived in each other’s heads for long enough that Trent wasn’t going to beat around the bush or be coy. They had the best communication, and Trent wasn’t going to let not sharing a body change that.
Paz laughed weakly. “I guess it’s silly, but… you’ve never seen me. Not my demon form. Hells, you’ve never seen any demon in their demonic form. Everyone we ran into had their… extra parts tucked away. And I’m a lesser demon; I’m not as magnificent as the Lords or Infernal Kings. But I still do have extra parts…” Paz sort of trailed off, like he was unsure what to say next.
Awww, his demon was both nervous about his “extra parts” being too much for Trent but also that his extra parts weren’t… big enough? Shiny enough? Trent didn’t really know, never having seen any demon.
He reached over and turned on the light despite Paz reaching a hand out to grab onto him. The only way to reassure his demon was to see him and tell him how amazing he was.
Once the light was on, Paz let go of Trent’s arm and just sort of froze, awkwardly kneeling on the bed.
Paz did indeed have deep olive skin, chocolatey brown eyes, sexy, tousled dark hair, and a well trimmed goatee. He wore skinny pants but no shirt, and his chest was lightly sprinkled with dark hair. Trent looked his fill; his demon looked exactly like his dreams, and Trent wondered if they had shared those—perhaps that’s why he knew what Paz’s physical form looked like. Only now there were definitely some “extra parts,” as Paz called them.
The horns that jutted up out of Paz’s hair were no longer than a hand’s length, but they were a beautiful deep black color, going from thick at his hairline to a point at the tip. As Trent watched, Paz’s tail reached out from behind him and moved toward Trent, but Paz looked down and it twitched back. It was thick at the endby Paz’s body and got thinner as it extended out, but at the tip it bulged out a bit before coming to a blunt point.
Trent reached his hand out towards it, and the tail snaked out to meet his fingers. It was soft and also firm at the same time, and it reminded Trent of… well, it was sort of phallic.
Trent blushed at that thought and looked up at Paz, who was also blushing. Trent caressed Paz’s tail again and watched, fascinated, as his demon shuddered a bit at the contact.
When Trent let go, the tail wrapped around his wrist, gently pulling him forward. Paz looked mortified for a moment before the tail reluctantly released Trent’s arm and snaked back.
“Yeah… ummm… I don’t spend a ton of time in the flesh, and, well… my tail sometimes has a mind of its own,” Paz muttered.
Trent leaned forward, putting his hands on both sides of Paz’s face, looking him in the eyes. He searched those eyes, and he found the same Paz that had looked in the mirror to talk to him a dozen times over the last few days.
“You’re beautiful. I dreamed of you, and you’re even better in the flesh. Your horns are perfect, and your tail…” Trent gave a little groan, because he thought Paz’s tail was really fucking sexy.
Paz smirked, his usual confidence and cheer slipping in. “There’s a lot you can do with a tail,” he murmured, watching Trent closely.
“Fuck, Paz,” Trent groaned. “You’re fucking killing me. Now that’s all I’m gonna think about.”
“Why just think about it?” Paz responded, and he reached forward to grab Trent’s shirt. There was a moment of hesitation as he held onto the shirt at the bottom, almost as if he was giving Trent time to say no or pull away.
“Please, Paz. I wanna be with you in this form. In every way,” Trent groaned.
It was all the encouragement Paz needed. He stripped off Trent’s shirt and pushed him down onto the bed, leaning over him.
Trent looked into Paz’s eyes, and he saw desire and need. Then he tilted his head up and Paz rested that sexy chest on top of Trent, and their mouths came together gently. The kiss was soft and languid at first; Paz’s lips were gentle against his own, and his demon tasted like sweetness and fire all at once. They slanted their mouths together, a leisurely exploration, tongues flicking out to gently lick and taste. Trent’s tongue flicked across Paz’s lips, then he pressed his tongue into Paz’s mouth, and Paz’s tongue met his. It was fire and magic, and suddenly Trent couldn’t get enough.
He reached up and grabbed Paz’s shoulders, loving the feel of his demon’s body against him, loving the feel of firm, warm flesh pressing into him. What they had done before had been amazing, but it was nothing compared to the warmth of a body pressing him down into the mattress. Paz’s legs tangled with his own, and Trent needed to feel skin everywhere.
As if reading his mind, Paz broke away, easing himself down Trent’s body to slide his boxer shorts off. Trent lifted his head to see Paz grappling with his own pants, but Paz’s mouth was even with Trent’s dick, and his demon leaned down and swallowed Trent down in one smooth motion.
Trent’s head fell back and he couldn’t control the groan that escaped him. Paz’s mouth was warm, wet, and soft, and Trent literally saw stars behind the blackness of his eyelids, but he didn’t even remember closing his eyes.
“Fuck, Paz. Holy fuck,” Trent murmured.
Paz bobbed up and down on Trent’s cock, using his hand to form a circle around the base, and the friction of Paz’s hand and the wetness of his warm mouth was exquisite.
Paz reached his other hand to gently caress Trent’s balls, softly running his fingers along the skin before gently clutching them and giving the lightest tug. Trent lifted his hips, unable to control himself, sinking his cock into Paz’s throat.
“Fuck, sorry. Fuck,” he groaned out, but Paz only made an encouraging murmuring sound, gently tugging on Trent’s balls again.
“Ohmyfuckinggod,” Trent panted out, because Paz had taken Trent into his throat and swallowed around him, squeezing the head of Trent’s cock in the delicious warmth of his throat.
Then there was a gentle nudging against his inner thigh, and he automatically spread his legs wider, realizing only as he did so that both of Paz’s hands were occupied. He opened his eyes and leaned up to see Paz laying over him on his stomach, cock in his mouth, looking up at Trent. Adoration and love shone in Paz’s eyes, and Trent bucked his hips because the pleasure was so strong.
“Oh god, Paz, I love you. I love you so much. Fuck, you feel so good,” he grated out.
