Page 84 of Monsters' Touch

No one will have to compete for their place here. There will never be another trial, not while the four of us live.

There’s still much to do. New systems to create, officials to elect. I’m finally able to tear Rhygel away from all that needs attending to following a civilization’s undoing hours after he’s sent Malphas and Barbas back to Lily.

Together.

Because now that there’s no need to reap competitively, there’s no reason we all can’t be in her head at once.

Still, Rhygel insists on taking it slow and only sends two of us to her.

Once back in our dorm, I try to push away all thoughts of Rhygel and how magnificent he was coming into his power. I fail miserably, and even after bathing, I can still only think of one thing.

I approach him several times, but each time I lose my nerve.

“What?” he asks when I approach his open bedchamber door for the fifth time. “Why do you keep pacing in front of my door?”

Condemnation and pox, I don’t know how to do this.

Lots of male demons have sex without it being anything more than a power play,I tell myself.

I should just tell him. Just… out with it.

I finally work up the balls to make eye contact with him and my mouth falls open.

Rhygel is lying on his bunk naked, his massive cock gripped in both his fists.

I’ve seen him nude plenty of times before. Seen him erect as well. Bodies aren’t as taboo here as they are in the earth plane. But I’ve seen him likethis,and I’m unsure if he’s inviting me or if I’m interrupting.

“I, um—I don’t know how to do this.”

“Do what?” he asks and strokes his length in one long languorous motion.

I lick my lips. I can’t help it. “If it’s not Lily, I’d like it to be with you.”

He nods, slowly, pumping himself once again. But I can’t move.

“Do you anticipate her being bothered by this?” he asks.

I can’t take my eyes off his cock. “I don’t imagine she would be.”

He nods again and slowly rises from the bed. “Then come in and get on your knees.”

I groan as my balls ache with anticipation, nearly blowing a load just from Rhygel’s command.

Days ago, if someone would have told me Rhygel’s power over me would make me ache like an adolescent demon, I would have taken their horns from their skulls.

I walk into the room and drop to my knees, immediately taking as much of his giant cock in my mouth as I can. It’s not much. I can barely fit the head past my teeth. But I suck and swirl what does fit until Rhygel is groaning.

He moans again, pumping up his shaft, milking himself until my mouth is full of pre-cum. Then he grabs a handful of my hair and yanks my head away, savagely pulling me upright. “Take off your clothes,” he growls.

And I do. I start to turn around, but he stops me, drops to his knees, and puts my cock in his mouth as far as he can.

It’s so unexpected, I try to pull away. He holds me fast, stroking me with both fists like he did to himself, sucking and slurping me until my head falls back with pleasure. I haven’t come, but I expect he’s filling his mouth with my pre-cum the way I did with him.

He stands again, grabs me by the back of the neck and shoves me to the bed, face first, before kicking my legs out wide and spitting the wad of saliva and desire onto my hole.

“Grab hold of something,” he warns, and again, I almost ruin everything and come right then.

One hand on the bedframe and the other around my cock, I brace myself for the pleasure/pain of it.

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