Chapter Twelve

“Wow. That was intense.” Sammy turned in Dre’s arms to snuggle his face against Dre’s pecs, something they both enjoyed immensely.

“Yeah, it was. I’m sorry. Barion can be a handful, and he has zero respect for other people’s personal space.”

“Really?” Sammy winked. “I got the impression that he’s the picture of restrained and collected…not meddling at all.”

“Which is why I waited so long to introduce you. If I had done this sooner, you’d have run screaming.” Dre kissed him lovingly.

“I like to think I would have never run from you, Dre. There’s something about you that draws me in. Perhaps I would have made you work for it a bit more, though.” Sammy played with Dre’s fingers while saying this, clearly teasing him.

Sensing Sammy’s inner turmoil, Dre decided it was time to stop with the pussyfooting. “Do you really want to talk about what just happened at Barion’s or are we sticking to the initial plan?”

Sammy sighed deeply. “I want to stick to the initial plan. I really do, but it just doesn’t make sense, does it? Barion’s right. We’re just procrastinating.” He leaned back in Dre’s embrace, meeting his gaze full on. “Let’s grab the devil by the horns and do this?”

“You do know there’s more than one devil and that they don’t necessarily have horns?” Dre lifted one eyebrow. Sammy swatted at his arm.

“Don’t try to distract me—and I didn’t know. But let’s stay focused here.” He shuddered. “What’s going to happen now? How exactly does this work?”

Dre caressed Sammy’s cheek with his knuckles. They had discussed this before, but if his hopefully soon-to-be mate needed to go over it again, Dre wouldn’t deny him. Especially since it helped calm his own nerves as well.

“We’re going to have penetrative sex for the first time. Ideally, I’m going to take you from behind because of the whole knotting thing—and the bite, of course.” Dre gave Sammy what he hoped was a reassuring smile. “When we both reach orgasm and my knot starts to swell, I’m going to bite you here.” Dre ghosted his fingers over the crook of Sammy’s neck, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “While I ingest your blood, my venom is pumped into your system. If you aren’t my mate, you will experience a light drowsiness and the bite will heal just like every other flesh wound you ever got.”

Sammy caught Dre’s fingers in both his hands and looked at him with a suspicious glint in his eyes. “And if I am? Somehow I’m getting the feeling you’re trying to tell me something by not telling me.”

Dre sighed. They really were in tune with each other. Damn! “If you are my mate—which I’m pretty sure of, by the way—the poison will react with your blood and start reshaping your body so you can become my mate. That process is…uncomfortable.”

Sammy raised a brow. “Uncomfortable? Did I miss something?”

Dre winced. “Uhm, I may not have mentioned it before. Very…and painful. I’m sorry.”

“You’re doing a great job selling this to me,” Sammy grumbled. “I mean, seriously, I don’t get it. If I’m not your mate, there aren’t any problems, but if I am, I get tortured? Were all the paranormal romance books I’ve read wrong? I want my money back!”

Dre did his best not to smile at those last words. He had a feeling smiles were counterproductive at the moment. He took the route of downplaying mixed with a reasonable explanation. Sammy’s brain was scientifically wired, after all.

“The pain doesn’t last long, only a few minutes. Afterward it’s bliss. I promise. And the books aren’t wrong per se, just inaccurate and selective in the information they provide. It’s a bit like with pregnancies. If there wasn’t all that talk about how wonderful it is to hold a baby in your arm, no woman would ever get pregnant. And if it weren’t truly wonderful, no woman would get pregnant twice or more often. Just treat this as a form of slightly misconstrued advertising. The rewards are even greater than described, but getting there takes a few sacrifices.”

Sammy stared at him for so long that Dre was half-afraid he would tell him to forget about it all. Then all of a sudden, he started to laugh.

“You’re the worst salesman ever, Dre. Has anybody told you that?”

“Not yet.”

“Rest assured.” Sammy chuckled some more before he turned serious again. “Okay, let’s do this. I’m warning you, though, that if this isn’t as great as you claim it to be, your ass is toast.”

Dre felt a relieved smile tugging at his lips.

“Whatever you say, mo grah thu.”

 

Sammy took Dre’s hand and led him to his bedroom. They had spent time in there so often during the past week that it no longer felt strange to Sammy. Instead, his heart rate started speeding up and his cock took an interest. It had already learned to expect pleasure from the combination of Dre and the bedroom.

“Do you think we need The Guide to Successful and Satisfying Sex with a Paranormal?” Sammy was so nervous that the idea to have something in written form to cling to was more than a bit appealing. Dre kissed him on the top of his head.

“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.”

Dre giggled. “I have a better idea. Let’s write our own book. The Guide to Successfully Mating a Demon. I’m sure it’ll be a bestseller.”

“We sure have plenty of stories to contribute.” Sammy grinned. “I’m sorry. I’m just so nervous and excited, and when you put your mouth on me, I just lost it.”

Dre leaned down to kiss Sammy with his lube-and-cum-stained lips. The taste was a bit strange, though Sammy didn’t complain.

“It’s fine, mo grah thu. I’m actually flattered how much of an impact I have on you. Now, where were we?” He looked around on the bed, obviously searching for the lube and the plug.

“You wanted to give me this plug to prepare me for you monster cock.” Sammy watched as Dre’s cock started to twitch. His words must have hit a nerve.

“Sammy, don’t say things like that. I’m close, too.”

“So it’s okay for me to come, but not for you?” Sammy winked.

Dre drew up to his full height, trying for a stern look and failing miserably. “I’m the demon here, mo grah thu. I’m supposed to be in control and above my primal needs. One of us has to keep a clear head…” He trailed off, shaking his head. “No, I can’t say that with a straight face. Don’t laugh!” He looked as if Sammy’s giggles were wounding him deeply.

“I’m s-sorry. Let’s keep going.”

Dre murmured something under his breath and Sammy swore to himself to learn the demon tongue as fast as possible. Before he could dwell on that plan too long, though, the sensation of one of Dre’s fingers, coated in cold, cold lube and circling his hole, had him hissing and arching his back again. Dre massaged the wrinkled skin around Sammy’s entrance until the lube was fairly warmed up before he pushed one finger in.

Sammy tensed up at the intrusion, even though his cock was obviously very on board with the idea, if the speed with which it grew from semi-hard to fully erect again was anything to go by. Dre placed his other hand on Sammy’s belly, massaging him lightly to soothe him. Sammy relaxed, welcoming the thick digit into his body. It was a strange feeling, having something of Dre in such an intimate spot. He wasn’t afraid, though, just very turned on. Moaning, he squirmed on the finger and tried to get it deeper.

Dre chuckled, wiggled his finger and played around until Sammy was begging him for a second. They repeated this game with a third finger and Sammy almost came again when Dre finally found his prostate.

“I guess it’s time for the plug.” Dre had a mischievous glint in his eyes. Sammy stuck his tongue out.

“Let’s see how you react when I tap your virgin ass.”

Dre pressed a hand over his heart, looking deeply offended. “My ass is off limits. I’m a strong, proud demon warrior who does the pounding!”

Sammy giggled. If they hadn’t talked about the possibility of him topping Dre before, he would have almost believed the act. While Dre was not overly enthusiastic to give up his ass, he was willing to do it for Sammy, and Sammy had every intention of trying it at least once, since he was curious how it would feel. If it was only half as good as what he was experiencing now, Dre would be in trouble. Perhaps. If he were honest, Sammy very much liked their roles in sex…so far. He couldn’t follow this train of thought any longer. A blunt pressure so different from Dre’s fingers alerted him to the appearance of the plug. It was well-lubed and slid in easily, stretching Sammy even wider than Dre’s finger had done. It also felt alien, not at all like the rough warmth of Dre. Sammy wasn’t sure if he liked it, though he knew it was necessary.

Dre kissed him, and his lips tasted like him again, no longer of lube or cum. “I’m not sure how long we should keep the plug in. I want you prepared to take my cock but not totally exhausted from yet another orgasm, so I can’t play with it too much.”

“Are you telling me you don’t want me to enjoy myself?” Sammy winked to make it clear he was joking. This whole ‘getting him ready for Dre’ business was a lot more fun than he had imagined.

Dre grinned and held up his right index finger, while his left hand played with the plug, twisting and bumping it, which made it almost impossible for Sammy to follow what Dre was saying. “Mating with a demon is stressful, young man. I want you to be up to the task, which you won’t be when you’re limp like a noodle.”

They both looked down at Sammy’s cock, which beat a wild rhythm on his belly with its eager twitching. “I don’t think that’s an issue.” Sammy tried hard for a serious tone and almost managed.

“Not at the moment.” Dre growled, twisting the plug again.

Sammy howled when the tip of the plug nudged his sweet spot. His inner muscles clamped down on the toy, desperate for something Sammy was pretty sure only Dre could give him.

“I-I think it’s fine. You can take the plug out. I want you now.”

Sammy watched Dre’s expression shifting between playful, worried and plain hungry. “Are you sure?”

Breathless, Sammy nodded. “Yes, Dre. I’m sure.”