“We can read the chapter about demons again, if you want to, though I dare say we already know it by heart. Wouldn’t you agree?”
Sammy sighed, grabbed Dre’s hands in his own. “You’re right. I’m just so nervous, Dre. This is it.”
“Yes, this is it. And you know what, mo grah thu? I’m no longer afraid. Because this”—he made a gesture that included the entire bedroom—“is us. Barion was right. No matter what happens after my bite, you and I are about to share the most intimate thing between two beings, and there’s nobody I’d rather be with at this moment, not even my true mate should you not be it. And that says it all.”
Sammy looked into Dre’s glowing red eyes, saw the honesty and love in them and felt something inside him unravel, like the world’s biggest ball of yarn that had finally decided to set his heart free from its wooly clutches. His heart was beating only for Dre, not only at this moment but since they had first met. He smiled. “You’re right. There’s nothing to fear. Just us. And I’ve been dying to have you inside me.” He blushed at his own boldness. Dre’s deep chuckle didn’t help at all.
“Come here, mo grah thu. Let me take your clothes off.”
Obediently, Sammy kept still while Dre started undressing him. He took his time, got rid of one item of clothing after the other, as if sensing the wild waters of passion that lay before them and wanting to enjoy the calmness of the river they were currently traveling. Sammy was content letting Dre set the pace, relying on his lover’s experience. The idea of Dre with other partners still wasn’t a welcome one, but if they had both been virgins, this would have been either awkward as hell—no pun intended—or very short or both. As it was, he followed Dre’s lead, stepped out of his trousers and underwear when Dre tugged them down his legs and made no attempt to hide his body once he was completely naked. In the beginning, Sammy had been incredibly shy around Dre, whose gorgeous body was every gay man’s dream come true. With patience and a good dose of humor, Dre had coaxed him out of his shell and now Sammy was content admiring Dre while he stripped off his own clothes.
When they were both naked, his demon lover gently guided him toward the bed. Once Sammy was on his back under the canopy of pin lights, Dre turned toward the nightstand, rummaging around until he found what he had been looking for. With a triumphant growl, Dre held up the huge bottle of lube they had bought in a sex shop in Amsterdam, as well as the deep red silicone butt plug that had been waiting for them in a specialized shop in Vienna. Sammy felt his cheeks becoming as red as the plug when he thought back to that trip. All he had wanted was a taste of the original Sacher cake, but a short stroll through the inner city had led them to this tiny hole-in-the-wall with only one small window in which a gorgeous leather jacket with silver studs had been displayed.
A kiss on his navel brought him back to the here and now. Dre’s hot breath was ghosting over his tummy, doing strange things to Sammy’s ability to form coherent thoughts. He let his fingers glide over the silver tattoos on Dre’s chest and arms, enjoying the slight shiver he got as a reaction.
“Sammy…so good.” Dre was pressing his entire body against him, his enormous erection hot on Sammy’s already-oversensitive skin. The hard length also reminded Sammy why the plug was necessary. As The Guide to Successful and Satisfying Sex with a Paranormal stated—
Being with a demon is always an intense experience, not comparable with any other creature, paranormal or other. A demon’s penis is an impressive tool only the bravest and most masochistic take on without preparation. For those of our readers who wish to enjoy the encounter, let us stress how important preparation is. Make sure to have enough lube ready. You’re going to need it. We also recommend the use of little helpers, such as plugs, beads or smaller dildos to prepare for the main thing.
When they had first read this paragraph together, Sammy had died of embarrassment, only to be reminded in the following make-out session how very true the words were. Even half hard, Dre’s cock was a monster that would be the envy of every locker room, should Dre ever decide to go into sports. Fully erect, it made Sammy’s mouth water and his pulse quicken in fear at the same time. Dre slid their bodies together for a few more moments before he sat up and maneuvered Sammy’s legs out from under his own to spread them over his massive thighs. Sammy was now completely exposed to Dre’s gaze, the cool air in his bedroom an interesting contrast to the hot skin of his demon lover.
Dre was massaging his thighs, slowly coming closer to Sammy’s groin and waiting cock. Sammy was already rock-hard, leaking a small puddle of pre-cum on his belly. He had no idea how he was supposed to hold back until Dre entered him—and if he even wanted that.
“Dre,” he whimpered.
“Shh-h, mo grah thu, it’s fine. We have the entire night. All the time in the world.” Dre winked while he let the claw of his index finger slide out and scrape over Sammy’s cock, just hard enough to elicit a light sting. Sammy moaned, and his hips bucked up without him having any control over it.
“So good for me, Sammy. So good.” Dre’s voice was a fevered whisper. He closed one hand around Sammy’s length, pumping it slowly, while his other hand played with Sammy’s balls, teased the flesh between his sack and his hole with his claws.
Sammy started seeing stars and reached for Dre’s wrist. “Dre!”
Suddenly, Dre let go of Sammy’s cock. He leaned forward to give Sammy a deep, hot kiss, which was a bit wobbly, because he was reaching for something next to Sammy at the same time. When he heard the clicking of a plastic cap being opened, Sammy tensed a bit. Things were getting real. Dre placed a row of sucking kisses on Sammy’s neck, chest and belly before he licked over his cock. Sammy arched his back, the elevation of his legs on Dre’s thighs providing additional leverage.
Dre groaned and sucked at the tip of Sammy’s cock, which was all it took. Sammy came with a desperate wail, his cum shooting into the cavern of Dre’s mouth. He was vaguely aware that Dre started to cough but was too caught up in his passion to care. When he slowly came down, Sammy realized that Dre was gasping for air and had tears in his eyes. A clear liquid was dripping down his fingers, and when a huge, cold dollop landed on Sammy’s stomach, mixing with his seed, he realized it was lube, which also explained the sheen around Dre’s mouth and on his cheeks. He must have gotten the lube on his face when he had his coughing fit. Sammy was still a little dizzy from his orgasm, but his brain finally latched onto what had happened and he couldn’t suppress a giggle.
“I’m sorry, Dre. I was just so overwhelmed! I… I didn’t mean to… You have lube all over your face… And a bit of sperm. I’m… I’m sorry, but I’m not sorry!” Sammy held his belly because he was laughing so hard. Too late he realized that his arms were now smeared with a mixture of lube and cum, both of which seemed to be getting colder by the second.
Dre shot him a nasty glare before his lips started to twitch as well. “That’s what I get for trying to be a compassionate lover. I should have just shoved the plug in, no questions asked. The Guide says nothing about lovers coming way too soon.”
“We should write a letter to the editors.” Sammy tried to keep a straight face, which wasn’t easy under the circumstances. “Explain to them how faulty their book is and demand our money back.”