Chapter 206

Chapter 206: Chapter 206

"Do you hurt?" Caedos asked after pushing in to the hilt, he peppered kisses on the Vampire’s red-splashed collarbones.

Dulce blinked away tears of pleasure, his eyes a vibrant red. Speech was an ability beyond him, but he gathered his wits around himself enough to nod, wrapping his arms around Caedos to pull him closer.

The Demon was so big that merely filling him up was enough to press against his prostate, his slick-soaked length trembling from how close to the edge he had come.

Dulce buried his face in the curve of Caedos’ neck, right next to the bites they had exchanged. It muffled the breathy sound that he made when the Demon pulled out.

Another slow thrust teased against his sensitive spot and thoroughly filled him up before he could feel the absence, the flat plane of his belly getting distended.

Caedos let Dulce quieten the sounds he made against the nook of his neck, focused on keeping a rigid control on himself. The flame markings wrapped around his arms seemed to come alive, but they held no heat, tightly suppressed so as not to cause even a modicum of pain.

The Vampire was impossibly tight; the differences in their body temperatures made the first glide cool, but after sheathing himself and pulling out a few times, the heat had seeped into this maddening part of him as well.

In that moment, with a shuddering Dulce in his arms while he was buried deep inside him, he knew that he would do anything for the Vampire. If Dulce would stay by his side, he would even reestablish the crown of Avalan for his sake.

Unaware of Caedos’ thoughts, Dulce was doing his best to stave off his orgasm. Caedos’ movements were still slow and measured, if he came then, he would grow uncomfortably sensitive.

His hold on the Demon grew lax in his focus, the stimulation was dizzying, so he could only keep his eyes closed. He blinked away tears when he felt Caedos sit up, whimpering when the slight movement shifted the angle, making the tapered head of the Demon’s organ push right into his prostate.

Dulce’s soft, kiss-bitten lips parted, too far gone to instinctively muffle the sounds he made. Caedos picked up the pace and fucked directly against his sweet spot, wrenching louder sounds from him.

In a different room in the cottage, snow swirled down, the cold wind picking up. And sat at a table next to the crackling fireplace was a strange atmosphere.

They still held cards, the carefully crafted gold leaf cards slowly giving in under the pressure of the Demons who held them.

Demons had exceptionally good senses, which naturally included their hearing. It was rather impressive that they were still seated at the table playing cards, it was a poor distraction but it was a distraction regardless.

Dulce had been warned when he had been urging Caedos to fill him up, but even if he hadn’t been impatient, he wouldn’t have been able to string a protest together, much like now.

His waist was caught in a vise-like grip; Dulce possessed the strength of a Vampire, possibly more, so he could easily hold down a creature if he needed to.

It was overwhelming being on the receiving end of a Demon’s strength, his slender body didn’t even slide up the bed, his body jerking from the impact of the thrusts.

His long pale hair was tousled, he had a hand in his own hair and the other clung to Caedos’ hand against his waist. His tip was constantly pulsing now, slick spilling out of the gleaming, wet hole with every spasm.

Clinging to the Demon barely anchored him, kept on the precipice for so long that he couldn’t remember if he had yet to release or not. A new sensation shook him out of the spaced-out state that Caedos’ measured but powerful strokes were putting him into.

He had long grown to the Demon’s impressive size but long after, his rim was stretched out to accommodate a new size.

The Hellhound’s growing knot made him gasp sharply, more out of discomfort than pain, it pulled him back from the edge of an orgasm that would have drowned him.

But only for a moment, as the deep, measured strokes changed into shallow thrusts with his prostate still on the receiving end, the sublime pleasure crept back.

Although Dulce was lying on his back, he almost seemed to fall into Caedos’ arms when the Demon gathered him close. The kiss was wet and hot, the heat trailing from his lips to his jaw.

Caedos’ gently biting down on his mating bite was unexpected, just like the orgasm that wrested him over the precipice. His tip erupted with a shuddering cry from him, his fingers unconsciously clawing at the Demon’s back.

He was held crushingly tight as Caedos tipped over the edge with him, but it still felt like he was going to come apart in the Demon’s arms. He felt himself being filled, the Demon’s seed was as hot as his blood, it dragged out his already jagged orgasm, leaving him breathless.

Pressed between their tightly clasped bodies, Dulce’s limp length had barely gotten any stimulation, yet he had released twice. It still twitched as he was filled so much that his soft stomach had started rounding gently.

It didn’t help that the Hellhound’s knot locked them together, keeping the warm fluid inside him. Post-orgasmic spasms wracked through him, a trickle of milky-white essence spilled from his trembling length long after his orgasm should have petered out.

He was still in Caedos’ arms, so their position was very easily changed, spun around so that he was laying on the Demon instead. Still connected, this slight movement drew a reaction from him, his mating bite pulsing in tandem with his stretched hole.

"How do you feel?" Caedos asked with genuine concern, a deceitful expression considering that his lower belly was still getting distended from his seed.

Dulce turned to the side, feeling self-conscious for the first time. "Don’t make me speak." He complained in a mild tone, his voice a little hoarse.

It was still bright outside, but as it often was during winter, night was coming early. The wind had picked up some time ago but neither had noticed, the drop in temperature not reflecting in the steamy room.

"Do you want to hear how I feel instead?" Caedos went on, strangely chatty.

Dulce’s red eyes were growing heavy, drowsy from the exertion, heat, and pleasure. He hummed an assent regardless, his knees on either side of Caedos and his head propped against the Demon’s chest.

"Immensely happy..." Caedos breathed out, an arm around the Vampire’s slender waist and another over his back.

Maybe it was the pleasure still streaking through him - it replaced the heat in his blood and for a moment, his veins didn’t feel like rivers of fire - but his heart felt like it was being gently caressed.

He clenched his teeth, struck with the overwhelming urge to stake his claim again and bite down on the Vampire’s shoulder. He knew that Dulce was sturdy despite his delicate appearance, but mating bites were incredibly sensitive.

Even though his own bite was no different from a laceration, it didn’t taint Caedos’ happiness. He glanced down, about to request that Dulce mark him frequently so that the mating bite would never fade, only to find the Vampire’s eyes closed.

Pale lashes fanned over flushed skin, his soft cheek gently squished, his red- tinged lips full. Dulce claimed that Vampires didn’t sleep, but he was rather prone to trances.

The Vampire had barely tasted his blood, unless... Caedos swallowed thickly, thin streams of smoke hissing out the corners of his lips. He had filled the Vampire until the warm skin of his belly stretched out.

How dissatisfying that the Vampire couldn’t carry his children.

His knot had gone down, so he pulled out, reluctantly parting to clean them up. He was trying his best to practice moderation, Dulce looked worn out - he might have actually tired out the Vampire enough for him to fall into a trance.

He picked up the Vampire and took him right to the bath, cleanup would be a very involved effort.

"Caedos?" Dulce sleepily hummed when he was lifted from the bed.

"Are you sleepy?" Caedos asked softly, glancing down when the Vampire placed a small hand on his chest, right next to his heart.

Dulce tucked his face against him, responding after a short pause. "Vampires don’t sleep." He countered.

The expected response pulled a smile from Caedos, "Then rest for a while, I’ll clean you up."

Dulce grew more lucid when he heard that, "I don’t need to rest," He claimed as he was lowered into a tub of heated water.

He looked up at the Demon who still managed to have a piece of clothing on, frowning slightly. "Can you also fit in the bathtub?" He asked, studying it like he was already making plans to remedy that.