Chapter 218

Chapter 218: Chapter 218

The shadows that had taken their time thrusting in and out of Dulce’s mouth went low, the wetness from his tongue ending up on the softened rim of his hole.

A thin, shadowy tentacle pulsed and prodded against him, slipping in without any resistance. He jolted when it pushed in deep, Asael’s gentle hold on his face the only thing keeping him upright.

Invaded on both ends, he felt lightheaded, the gentle kiss dragged out. He broke away first to catch his breath, about to speak, the sensation of his urethra being stimulated made him breathless. Vampires were cold-hearted, but the strange, intense pleasure made him feel like his heart was racing.

But his lips were chased before he could even catch his breath, Asael’s tongue intruded in his mouth, cutting off his attempt at protest, everything feeling too much.

The shadows that had slipped into his hole suddenly moved then, he could feel it growing in size, stretching him as it did. Dulce closed his eyes, his pale lashes clumped from tears. The shadow tentacle growing in size eventually pressed against his prostate, and even though the tip of his member was sealed, his pleasure crested from the combined stimulation.

His dry orgasm was intense, and it only stretched him tauter instead of providing release, his engulfed member throbbing even more fiercely.

Asael pulled away then, his gaze absent as Dulce shuddered beneath him. He caressed the Vampire’s face and released him from the shadow vines holding him captive.

Dulce was helped up onto his feet, his shadow covered member pressed up against his belly when Asael pulled him up against him, his moans quaking.

"I did get distracted," Asael admitted easily, keeping a possessive hold around the Vampire’s waist, his shadows clinging to Dulce’s pale skin. "I’m yet to finish reading my letters."

Dulce could barely follow the Demon’s words, he could feel the shadowy tendril in his urethra even more now in his new position, pressed between his and Asael’s upper bodies.

The shadowy vine that filled his hole was now easily thrice as big as it used to be, pulling out with a wet plop. It left him feeling achingly empty, his legs barely able to keep him upright.

His position changed in an instant as Asael warped them over to his study table. He found himself bent over the scented wood, the cool surface against his sensitive skin making him shiver.

"I can wait for you in your room," Dulce suggested, his quiet voice soft and hoarse.

Asael just picked up a stack of letters in his line of vision, his clothed bottom half pressed flush against Dulce’s bare ass. The rest of the Vampire’s clothes were pooled around his slender legs, restricting his movements even further.

"Then I won’t have your company," Asael murmured from somewhere above him, the soft rustling of paper audible.

A large hand was placed on his hip, his stimulated member pressed up against the side of the table. He was being given some respite, the shadows going still, but it only added to the fire in his belly, squirming impatiently on the table when nothing happened for a period of time.

He could feel the Shadow Demon’s covered arousal, his well-tailored pants the only thing separating them. His hands were braced against the table, his back slightly arched.

The shadows flowing and undulating around his body were the warning he got before he was filled, his fingers clawed against the polished tabletop, gasping at the stretch.

The sound of paper rustling could still be heard, letters floated down to the table next to him, discarded after they were read. Bent over the table as he was, made the Demon’s length reach new depths, his pale hair scattered over his slender waist.

There was no further delay, Asael stroking at a steady pace without giving him time to adjust to the size of him. But it was no matter, already stretched soft and supple from the shadows earlier, there was no pain.

Only a sublime pleasure that made his legs tremble, pleasure shooting up his spine. Dulce muffled his sounds against a hand, still remembering to make the effort not to distract Asael any more than he already had.

The steady pace of the thrusts did not change yet a short while later, he was crying and shaking against the table, swept under by another orgasm that didn’t come from his still hard member.

The Shadow Demon’s thrust continued right through it, pulling out halfway and then pushing all the way in, his sweet spot brushed on every inward and outward glide.

The letters still fell periodically, and although there was no measure for the passage of time, it felt much to Dulce like he had been tormented for hours, losing count of how many times he had been brought to the peak without releasing.

He was pliant when Asael lifted his upper body so that they were pressed flush against each other, his back to the Demon’s clothed front.

"Thank you for keeping me company," Asael’s low voice breathed into the shell of his ear, the Demon’s hands sweeping comfortingly over his body.

Dulce opened wet, dazed eyes, seeming not to understand Asael’s words for a moment. "W-Will you go to bed now?" He asked, breath hitching when his sensitive nipples were pinched.

Asael smiled, the expression held danger. "Yes."

Dulce was surprised he could still stand on his feet when Asael pulled out of him, the scenery changing in a moment. They were in a large bath, the room was filled with so many candles that they dissipated the black mist somewhat, reflecting off the surface of the large pool.

"A bath before bed is not amiss," Asael said calmly.

Dulce’s thoughts were sluggish so it wasn’t until he was in a tub carved from an unknown black crystal that he realized that he was the only one bathing. He had been completely undressed, pale skin submerged in clear, scented water, it made the shadows still surrounding his member all the more obvious. The contrast of impenetrable darkness against flushed, pale skin was eye-catching in the water.

He looked up at Asael who was still fully dressed, not a single tendril of white hair out of place, even his pants had been rearranged. The Demon rolled up the sleeves of his black dress shirt to prevent it from getting wet.

"Are you not going to clean up as well?" Dulce asked with a slight frown, his head resting against the smooth edge of the tub.

The shadows that still clung to him had gone dormant again, he was still buzzing with pleasure, but it was muted, the warmth of the water almost luring him to sleep.

Even though the Shadow Demon had rolled up his sleeves, it was the shadows that did most of the work. Drowsy and dry, Dulce was finally brought back to the bedroom. The bath had been a proper one, but it had been as sensual as if he had been taken in the tub.

Laying on his back on the Demon’s bed beneath him, Dulce placed a hand on Asael’s shoulder, his second hand sliding down his to stop just before his lower belly. "Can you take this off?" He simply asked.

Asael glanced down within their bodies, his expression was composed, but there hadn’t been even a flash of silver in his eyes since they were at the cottage. The Vampire was sopping wet inside, even though his slit was filled, clear fluid still dribbled out, kept in by the shadows swallowing him up.

The thin tendrils of shadows stroking his most sensitive parts pulsed, eliciting a choked sound from Dulce.

"Not yet," Asael turned him down, leaning in for a kiss.

Dulce wrapped his arms around the Demon’s neck, faint wisps of dissatisfaction coiling around his cold heart. He wasn’t in pain, far from it, but he still felt wound up, an urgency thrummed up his spine, one that his dry orgasms couldn’t soothe.

So when he was flipped on his face, his knees bent with his upper body against the bed, he welcomed it, stimulated past his limit.

Dulce tensed when he felt the shadows coiling around him again, he no longer viewed it as an intriguing and entertaining fidget toy, unable to grow accustomed to the pressure deep in the base of his member.

His arms were bound behind him, all the way to his upper arms, making his back arch even deeper, his entire weight supported by his chest and shoulders. The shadows wrapped around his neck, covering his mouth without filling it up.

He quivered when he felt the head of Asael’s shaft pop into his softened hole, his sounds muffled without him needing to bruise his lips. The grip on his hips was punishing, bound to leave fingerprints behind.

Dulce quivered harder when the Demon bottomed out, feeling the shadows snake around his legs. They forced his knees to remain bent, the darkness sturdier than rope as they tightly bound him.