Page 67 of Iblis' Affliction
Time died.
Fighting through the thickness of solidified air, Talha peered at the inflamed face, slack with pleasure, reddened eyes, and burning ears. It didn’t look like Slater could think anymore or even swallow, as the corner of his mouth oozed with saliva.
Fighting the desire to wipe it off, Talha hauled his gaze down, ogling Slater’s glistening chest, still quivering stomach, jerking hips, and pulsing cock. Deflating, it leaked with the last drops of tepid fluid.
Sticky…Talha’s toes twitched, brushing over the slick cockhead.Cringing inwardly, he tried to pull his foot away, but Slater’s grip tightenedaround his ankle. Using his foot as a brush, the reaper smeared his cum all over his abdomen.
“Thank you, Master.” The low, liquid whisper rebounded in Talha’s ears.
Enervated, Talha wrenched his focus away from Slater’s red, swollen cock and up to his dark lips.
“Slater made a mess …” The reaper grinned, shedding off the red glow of euphoria. His expression became serious, greedy, yet, somehow, still uncertain. “Slater shall clean up.”
Lifting Talha’s foot to his mouth, the reaper rubbed his face against the soft hair of his shin, nibbled at the side of his calf. As if in a trance, Talha watched the flat tongue press against the prominent bone of his ankle before sliding down to the heel.
He stilled. His head was heavy, hot, and thoughtless, as the relentless tongue drifted up to his toes, the laps so delicate, they tickled and aroused at once.
“Delicious, Master.” Slater’s breath chilled the wet skin of his sole, cleansing his mind.
This was exactly how he felt.Eaten alive.Shame set his skin ablaze.
Working on an impulse, he kicked Slater’s chest. Falling backward, the reaper disappeared behind the bed with a heavyTHUD. Rubbing the impact point with his palm, Slater rose to his feet, a murderous grimace crossing his face.
“Leave the room before I’m out of the shower,” Talha said, getting up. Avoiding looking at the reaper, he stumbled toward the bathroom, his erection hindering the tranquility of his gait. His hand flew up, hair-thin close to grab a handle, but froze, hesitating.
If I leave now, I lose—he’ll think I’m running away again. It’ll only boost his ego and reaffirm his dominance. If I stay, he wins—this will be exactly what he wants. Me, fucking him senseless. Is there a way where I win, or do I lose no matter what? What happens if I do what he wants?
Talha spun around.
Slater stood where he’d left him. Half-naked, still rubbing his spotty chest, he wore a lopsided smirk. Devilish flames dancing in his eyes convinced Talha in his rightness—inwardly, Slater was jeering.
Fuck it!He wants a master, and he’ll get it.After all, Ejder is right. It’s only as serious as I let it be.A growl broke from the depth of his chest as he took the first step toward the reaper. Gaze training on the mocking eyes, Talha cornered him step by step, wishing to erase that smirk off Slater’s face with his fists, then fuck his bloody mouth.Will he like it?
Eyes leveling, Talha grabbed his arm and jerked the younger man to himself. Slater swallowed getting visibly nervous. The smugness, the domination—everything disappeared from his attitude, leaving only attention behind. Even his neck strained as he peered back. A shaky breath escaped his plump mouth and crushed against Talha’s lips. His skin flared with a renewed color, bringing to Talha’s attention the awakening, greedy glow in the depth of his glacial eyes.
Talha’s breath caught up. The painful urge contracted his lungs when Slater’s chest brushed against his own as the younger man sucked another breath. Slater exhaled and the skin contact broke, leaving behind the chill of the sticky ointment.
Talha’s vision darkened, turning murky, and a million needles pierced his skin, making him itch for another touch. His elbows changed the angle, and Talha found his face hovering over Slater’s. Inhaling a weird mix of cinnamon, vanilla, and menthol, he couldn’t help but ogle the full, soft lips.
“Do it, Master. Unless you are scared.” The variable voice demanded, and something snapped in Talha’s brain, wiping off the remains of his self-control. Palm slamming against the reaper’s shoulder, Talha pushed him to the bed, face down.
“Scared of whom? You?” The mattress dipped beneath his weight, he put his knee on the bed and slanted forward. His chest collided with the clammy back of the ripper, as his elbows dug into the mattress at either side of Slater’s head. “You are still too wet behind your ears to make me fear you.”
“No, Master isn’t very smart to be scared of … me.” Slater’s voice quivered. “But of having me…”
“Shut up, Reaper, if you want me to fuck you.” Talha inched his face right, and his lips skimmed over Slater’s hair. Reaching the ear, they stopped underneath, where a blue vein pulsed in the fast rhythm of Slater’s drumming heart. His skin smelled like menthol and camphor oil, the scent so pungent Talha could taste it in his mouth.
What the hell am I doing?But the reply never formed, as the thought drowned in the raw, insane fervor. Sinking his teeth into the side of Slater’s throat, he snaked his hand to Slater’s trunks, then yanked them down.
Kicking Slater’s legs apart with an impatient knee, he pushed down his own underwear, grabbed his cock, and guided it between Slater’s butt cheeks. His mouth parched when his red head nudged the hot, twitching hole, smearing it with precum. The creasy tissue of the sphincter stretched, and his blind head breached the opening with little resistance. Amazing heat and pressure engulfed him, pulsing around him, as he bucked his hips forward, slamming his length into the willing body.
Slater gasped; his eyes wide open as his knuckles imitating the color of the white bed sheet crumpled in his fist. Arching back, he bumped his sweaty temple against Talha’s cheek, chasing for air with his opened mouth. Short, shallow panting broke out in a pulsing manner, signaling pain.
Talha didn’t care. Pulling out, he banged in again. His hipbones collided with the soft roundness of Slater’s ass so hard that his balls, slamming against the taint, rung with the painful impact. Talha was sure that Slater’s ass would come out bruised after this night, but he didn’t want to think about anything except the slick, soft passage.
The last time they had sex, Slater’s insides weren’t this slippery, but tight and resistant. Talha squinted down, half-expecting to see blood, but the rim of the pink hole oozed with a clear gel.Lube?When did he prepare himself? Was he hoping for it?
“More, Master,” Slater moaned, as his slender body rounded in a perfect back-arch, every muscle taut. Talha’s mouth watered with the wish to trace the groove of his spine with his tongue. At that moment, Slater reminded him of a Turkish bow—the most dangerous, most beautiful among the cold weapon. Supple, yet strong, Slater would look perfect with a bowstring connecting his neck and ankles.
