Page 84 of Devil Bound
He moved, pulling out of me slowly, gently.He stroked my hole, dipping a finger into me even as his cum flowed out of me.He worked to spread that slickness between my legs, but I didn’t react, wasn’t even sure whether I minded or not.
The day was coming back to me with a vengeance—or rather, the tiredness that followed a night of drinking and a bad hangover was crashing over me, and I was about ready to fall asleep.
I probably should’ve showered or cleaned up first, but my arms and legs just became too heavy to move.Lucifer rolling me on my side and wrapping me in one of those soft sheets while he still held me didn’t much help.
The last thing I knew before I fell asleep was the scent of burning wood and spices, and the warmth of a fire keeping away the darkness that would never find me in the Devil’s arms.
45
Lucifer
Nellypassedoutinmy arms.It was beautiful.Calling him a well-fucked mess would’ve been pushing it though; we’d only done it once, and it had been a very vanilla effort at that.
“Nelly,” I whispered, adjusting the arm he was using as a pillow so I could smell his skin.
That sour grapes scent that was his necromancy was still so very faint as it mingled with his own skin, the smell of the sheets, and my own scent.
“You did well,” I told him, pushing some of his messy hair off his forehead.“You took me so well, all sweet and soft.”
He let out a deep breath, maybe because he was dreaming of me.He had to be hopeful that we’d repeat what we’d done soon, and perhaps in his dreams, we already were, although he was still soft.
The thing was, I had fully intended not to even stop after the first time.What I should have been doing right now—what I’d usually have done with a human in my bed—was give them ten minutes, hydrate and feed them, then go for another round, pick up the pace, maybe try something else.But with Nelly, even the taste of his lips still lingered, nourishing my imagination.On top of that, just having him like this, sleeping in my arms?It was a strange treat, as unique as the scent of his magic, as magnificent as his eyes got when they lit up with one of his stubborn moods.
I nuzzled the side of his neck, enjoying the small shiver that ran through him.I should have been biting him to get him to wake up, but this was too good, too strange.
I reached for a pillow and put it under my head.Nelly turned on his other side, adorably cute and headstrong in how he wanted things to be, even asleep.
I chuckled.“You want to be held like this?”I moved close, spooning him, banding my arm across his soft belly.“I can do that, babe.Do you remember the story I read you about the cute guy in the cage and the guard who had his way with him, hmm?You’d look good in a cage.I can imagine it: a metal cot in a corner, you on top of that cot and chained to it.That way, I could go a few times, fill you up with my cum, lick you, suck you, and kiss you until you passed out from lack of oxygen.You’d like that.”
Nelly, however, did not react.That made him seem almost…sweet.Really, he was looking all sorts of pliant while he slept.Given that, as well as the very poor decisions he’d made last night—to wit, going to get drunk without me—it was not surprising that I lay there and questioned his life choices.
He was powerful.He’d never raised a whole cemetery just to party or play basketball with them like I’d seen other necromancers do.In that, he was a rarity akin to a very unusual exotic bird that needed special food, stable temperatures, and—of course—a very special cage.
“You’re not just an ordinary swan prince, are you?You’re a bird of paradise prince.Not the colorful one, but the one who is so very picky about their mates that the mates cannot do without the colorful plumage in the first place.”I sniffed the back of his head.“I’m the colorful bird dancing for you.”
I felt desire rising inside me again and wondered whether he was still loose enough to take my cock while we lay like this, but that would probably wake him, and my paradise bird prince might try to peck out my eyes for my troubles.
Sighing, I decided there was nothing to be done but wait for him to wake up on his own and beg me for another round.I imagined him begging.He’d look especially good doing that with my cock in his mouth, of course, but then he’d not be able to talk.
“It doesn’t matter, babe.I’ll have you tamed before long.I hope you’re already dreaming of that cage.”
I decided to help him along with that and whispered a few ideas in his ear about handcuffs and thumbscrews, about ring gags and cock rings and the way I’d let him swallow if he was being particularly good.
Having him huddling against me, soft and warm, made me want to rest my eyes for a few minutes too so I could better focus on my other senses.It wasn’t like a god such as myself needed to sleep, but it was too satisfying to know I’d just had this man who was now dreaming in my arms, that he still had my taste on his tongue and my cum in his ass.
“And don’t forget, you have my face in your mind,” I whispered to him before letting my eyes fall shut.
46
Lionel
Icameawakeinthe Devil’s arms, but the Lord of Lust and Darkness himself still slept.
I looked around.Lucifer’s bedroom was dark, though I saw faint moonlight and the glow of the city seeping in from the windows.Sometime after…after what we’d done, I’d turned, and Lucifer was at my back, spooning me and holding me to his chest as if I were a plushy.His breath washed over me as he slept, dreaming maybe, though who knew whether immortals did that.
What we had done.Right.Memories came back to me—the feel of Lucifer’s mouth on me, him inside me… I ached from the absence of that, which was ridiculous, because this had been all about getting himoutof my system, not letting him burrow deeper into it, and also…I had to focus.There were things I needed to do.
Get up, get out, see if you can get an update on the murders,I told myself.
