Page 25 of Beyond the Ruby River
Daka’s chorus of begging crescendoed. Throaty whimpers, whispers of please, guttural moans all combined to force Mahu to the edge.
Balancing there, at the peak of pleasure where all sensation coalesced to the place where they connected, Mahu gave in, hurtling through the pain-pleasure of release. He shook against Daka’s smaller frame, in his embrace in every way imaginable. Between his thighs, in his arms, inside his body and pulsing his euphoria deep within his hot channel.
Daka held him impossibly close, so firm was his grip, Mahu couldn’t move if he tried. He didn’t. He liked this spot more than any other, where his lips could press kisses to Daka’s velvet skin, his belly against Daka’s hard rod, his own buried in Daka’s heat. If Daka wanted him to stay there forever, it would be no burden.
They panted, chests expanding and contracting against each other as they struggled to catch their breath.
One hand unclenched and trailed from the top of Mahu’s spine to the curve of his ass. Daka still vibrated beneath him, muscles coiled, ready to spring. He hadn’t come. Mahu didn’t expect him to relax. He felt alive, vibrant, and wild under the weight of Mahu’s body.
“Kiss me,” Daka demanded, voice like dripping honey, thick and raw.
Mahu rose to obey, finding Daka let him up only enough to press their lips together and no more. Still imprisoned in the most decadent cage imaginable, Mahu wrestled one part of Daka to submission and one part only.
His tongue.
Long, lazy strokes, with Daka sucking each lip in turn, led to a slow, wet slide of tongue against tongue. All the while Daka made contented little sounds, sighs and whispers, calling Mahu’s name from swollen lips.
Mahu rose enough to study his expression. Daka’s cheeks flushed ruby to match his mouth. His lashes fluttered open, irises dark, pupils so wide you could hardly see the blue, only black and a bit unfocused, as if he were drunk. His hair a luscious mess over the pillow. Daka gave a lazy smile, his arms loosening around Mahu’s ribs, fingers stroking the skin in little circles.
“Mahu, Mahu, you’re delicious, thank you, Mahu,” Daka rambled, barely making sense. He even sounded drunk.
Mahu took his jaw in hand and angled his face so their gazes met. “Are you all right?”
Daka was quick to assure him. “Yes, I’m wonderful. You’re wonderful. That was…”
Daka’s gaze wavered as he reached for his vocabulary. Mahu finished for him. “Extraordinary. Marvelous in every way, but”—Mahu reached between them to clasp Daka’s solid, dripping length in hand—“you haven’t come. And I want to taste you. Do you want me to?”
“Please,” Daka purred. “Then I’m going to ride you.”
Mahu, his cock softening to slip free of Daka’s body, experienced a twinge of nerves. Could he go again so soon? But as Daka thrust between the ring of his fingers and gazed up at him through his long lashes, the worry dissipated. Already Mahu ached for more of him.
Mahu would always long for Daka, especially now that he knew what it was like to be with him.
* * *
Daka
Daka buried his hands in Mahu’s thick hair, fingers against his scalp, and guided him between his legs. He’d feasted on Mahu’s pleasure with gluttonous need. Stuffed himself with the essential vitae as Mahu filled him with each powerful thrust. His body draped loose and easy against the sheets now that the hunger was sated, all but one part. And as Mahu took that special part into his mouth and sucked, Daka let out a long, grateful sigh.
In the back of his mind in a dark corner he pretended to ignore, a little voice demanded he tell Mahu the truth. A trickle of guilt crept into his consciousness. He adored Mahu, but could he trust him with this knowledge?
He wasn’t supposed to. Humans couldn’t know about incubi. There were far too many of them, outnumbering incubi thousands to one. Dangerous. Revealing himself was against the rules, though Daka knew others had done so and gotten away with it. So why hadn’t Daka told him?
Mahu was a pious man, devoted to his gods. Would he be afraid if he knew Daka was part demon? Would he think Daka evil? Surely not, Mahuknewhim, but Daka couldn’t bring himself to take the risk.
Mahu’s clever tongue massaged his ridge.
“Oh,” Daka gasped. “Mmm.”
Mahu leaned on his elbows, forearms on either side of Daka’s ass, hands gripping his thighs, so only his mouth worked Daka’s cock.
Daka sat up enough to watch. Mahu had pretty lips, and they looked even better stretched wide around his base as Mahu welcomed him to the back of his throat. Daka held his hips still and let Mahu control the pace. Each wet stroke sent tingling pleasure radiating outward until he felt it in the curl of his toes.
“Yes, Mahu, feels good,” Daka murmured his encouragements. He couldn’t think anymore of secrets and demons. Mahu had stolen all his focus. His warm mouth and his soft lips. The fingers clenching Daka’s thighs. He wished Mahu would dig his nails in too. “Please.”
Mahu hummed. He liked the begging, Daka knew it. “So good. Please. Don’t stop.” He struggled not to thrust, as his mind fractured around the building storm. “You, Mahu. Only you.”
Between the vibrations of Mahu’s throat, the caresses of his tongue, the pull of his lips, Daka trembled with pleasure. His muscles fluttered. His whole world centered on his cock and Mahu’s sultry mouth. Daka couldn’t feed from his own orgasm, so he often didn’t bother to seek it, but this, with Mahu, this was otherworldly. This he would seek always, now that he’d had it, forever spoiled because Mahu was his.
