He wiggled his fourth finger in, gliding in and out of Snoe’s wet hole. Ezyrah curved his fingers and applied pressure to Snoe’s prostate. Snoe tried to pull away, but Ezyrah was faster, holding on to him, not letting him run away. Ezyrah continued to apply pressure until Snoe’s legs gave out from under him.
“That is just a taste of what to expect,” Ezyrah said, removing his fingers.
Snoe panted on the floor as he glanced over his shoulder, his pupils blown and his face slightly flushed. Ezyrah looked forward to wrecking him.
“You’re still dressed,” Snoe said breathlessly.
Ezyrah waved his hand in front of him, and his suit disappeared. Snoe’s eyes traveled all over his body, and once they landed on Ezyrah’s cock, his mouth opened and the expression of fear appeared. Ezyrah smiled, showing his teeth shifted back to his sharp ones.
His cock was thick, easily the size of his fist, and long. Before Snoe could get any ideas, Ezyrah grabbed him up and lifted him with ease.
“We had a deal, correct?” Ezyrah asked, emphasizing the word “deal” just as Snoe had earlier.
Snoe visibly relaxed, closing his eyes. Ezyrah had to hand it to him—most would try to pull out of the deal once they caught sight of his cock.
“One of you come to hold him up,” Ezyrah demanded.
He didn’t miss that Snoe had nodded his head before one of them moved. They would risk Ezyrah’s anger before doing anything Snoe hadn’t permitted. Why the hell they were so loyal Ezyrah wouldn’t understand. A hairy, built man with dark brown hair and light green eyes came up.
“Dox,” Snoe whispered.
Dox took hold of Snoe and held him facing away from the demon lord at the perfect height for Ezyrah. He stroked his cock with the hand he’d used to stretch Snoe, wiping the remainder of the lube onto his length. He rocked hard in anticipation. He placed the tip of his cock against Snoe’s glistening entrance.
“Ready?”
Before Snoe could answer, Ezyrah pushed forward, stealing any words and even Snoe’s breath as he pushed into him. It was so tight it made Ezyrah grit his teeth as he continued to push. Snoe was shaking his head, but he hadn’t uttered any words, just cries.
Ezyrah wrapped his arms around Snoe.
“You can go back,” Ezyrah told the wolf. He was going to rip the man’s throat out if he so much as challenged Ezyrah on it, but he let Snoe go and went to join the others. Ezyrah sucked in a breath through gritted teeth as he pulled Snoe further down on his cock.
“Oh fuck, there’s more?” Snoe cried out.
Ezyrah didn’t have it in him to laugh just yet. There was an insane amount of pressure around his cock. It was taking too long—Ezyrah did them both a favor and shoved the remaining amount in, resulting in a scream from Snoe, but Ezyrah wasn’t worried. Soon the pain would turn to pleasure, and Snoe would be out of his mind with it.
Ezyrah groaned at the tight fit, but it was perfect, the pressure wrapped around his cock. He was fully inside of Snoe. For a second there, he wasn’t sure Snoe was going to be able to take all of him.
Snoe’s eyes watered, and Ezyrah pulled him closer, licking up the salted tears that spilled. He was right; they tasted better when he caused them, and they were real. He wanted more. At what point should he pull back and analyze the irrational desire?
Ezyrah stopped, and the little witch cried out, begging him to keep going, his cock drooling precome onto the floor. Ezyrah’s eyes shifted over to the demon wolves as they watched hungrily as Ezyrah took Snoe apart. They might not have been in the demon realm anymore, but they knew their place when it came to him.
“Don’t you feel bad for your pets?” Ezyrah asked.
Snoe tried to move his hips, trying his damnedest to continue fucking himself on Ezyrah’s cock. But Ezyrah held him steady, not letting him move an inch. Snoe’s head sagged forward.
Couldn’t have that.
Ezyrah yanked Snoe’s head back up, fisting his hair in his hand. He turned Snoe’s head toward the mutts sitting there practically humping the floor in need. Snoe groaned, and his already tight hole constricted even further around Ezyrah’s length.
“Does it turn you on that they watch you fall apart on my cock?”
Snoe didn’t answer right away, and Ezyrah pulled his hair even more. “You answer me when I ask you a question.”
Snoe looked as if he was struggling, focusing on his cock creating such a mess on the floor.
“Yes,” Snoe finally whimpered.
Ezyrah grinned at the declaration. “You’re messy—why don’t you have your mutts clean it up,” Ezyrah said.
He dragged out of Snoe, taking his sweet time until just the tip of his cock was all that was left inside of Snoe.
“I don’t hear you,” Ezyrah said.
“Guys, co—”
Ezyrah pushed back into Snoe, rocking forward and cutting off any words he was going to say. All that left him was crying as his body shook. Ezyrah did it, again and again, fucking into Snoe with a not so gentle force. To his credit, he didn’t beg for Ezyrah to stop or slow down; he just hung there, moaning and crying out every time Ezyrah’s cock thrust back into him.
“You heard him, mutts. Come clean up your master’s come,” Ezyrah said.
They moved fast on the floor, licking up the puddle of precome.
“Look at that,” Ezyrah said. He wrapped his hand around Snoe’s throat and pulled his body up and against Ezyrah’s. All the while, Ezyrah continued to fuck into Snoe’s tight channel. Snoe’s head bobbed up and down as if he was agreeing with Ezyrah.
“Go ahead and get some from the source,” Ezyrah said.
Snoe whimpered. The men didn’t have to be told twice. Snoe’s cock was engulfed, and the way he tightened around Ezyrah’s cock was well worth it. Ezyrah groaned, picking up the pace. His nails shifted, and with the tiniest bit of pressure, Snoe’s skin gave and four red droplets appeared on his neck.
“Use your magic,” Ezyrah said.
It took Snoe a second, but Ezyrah felt the pinpricks of magic. He caught sight of a plant near one of the windows growing slightly. It was good enough. Ezyrah liked the blood; it was like electricity against his tongue. Not nearly as exhilarating as what someone else with higher magic could produce, but it still was pleasurable for Ezyrah. He growled against Snoe’s neck, snapping his hips, the sound of their flesh colliding echoing in the room accompanied by moans and a slurping sound.
Ezyrah continued to lick the droplets, relishing in the quick tingles that witches’ blood did to a demon. Snoe thrashed against him, his moans turning into pleading.
“Please let me come. I…” He shook his head, his hair hitting Ezyrah in the face. “I need to come,” he cried out.
Ezyrah laughed. “Not till you make me come.”
Snoe visibly shook in his hold, but he wasn’t too far gone that he hadn’t heard Ezyrah. His hole squeezed around Ezyrah’s cock, and Snoe moved his hips vigorously, trying to keep up with Ezyrah’s thrusts.
“That’s it,” Ezyrah groaned.
His balls tingled as his climax built, trying to consume him. He fucked into Snoe at a speed no mortal could ever achieve, hitting Snoe’s prostate with every thrust. As Snoe’s moans got louder, Ezyrah’s climax built. Ezyrah planned to slow down and start all over again, but Snoe surprised him. His hands flew up, and he grabbed onto Ezyrah’s horns. Horns were a proud mark of a demon lord and the most sensitive part of his body during arousal. He shouted as electricity shot through his body from his horns straight to his cock. His vision blacked out, colorful spots dancing as he was overcome with ecstasy. He came, spilling all of his seed into Snoe.