Chapter 240

Chapter 240: Chapter 240

Asael took his hand away, leaving the teardrop hanging down. There was a faint smile on his face as he leaned over Dulce, joining their lips together.

Dulce gagged lightly on the Demon’s tongue, his accessorized member pinned between their bodies. He broke away from the kiss first, wrenching his head to the side to catch his breath.

He felt Asael’s lips trail down the side of his neck, a button popping on his dress shirt as his wandering hands slipped into his collar.

Dulce flinched when he felt teeth on his nipple through his clothes. The dull pain was like a jolt of electricity to his spine, drawn out by the massage to soothe the pain.

Dulce’s body tingled, and underneath his dress shirt, his nipples were pebbled so hard they ached.

Asael moved even lower still, ghosting over his tormented, pulsing member. He tensed up when he felt the rim of a bottle at his entrance, the cold glass rim slipping in easily, its width no larger than a finger.

Dulce grimaced as he felt warm oil slowly trickle into him, a little bit spilling out of his flushed hole. His pale gold skin glistened in the dim light, the scent of spice and macassar flowers filling the air.

It was a strange sensation, it didn’t help that a warmth spread wherever the oil touched, raising the sensitivity of his skin. He squirmed lightly, reminded when he did that he was still tightly bound by the shadows.

The Vampire’s oil-soaked hole twitched when the bottle was taken out, fluttering around nothing. Dark, dangerous hands wrapped around his clothed waist, bringing him closer.

"Wai-" Dulce choked out when he felt Asael’s tip pressed flush against his wet hole.

The Shadow Demon paused like he was truly listening to him, the gentle pressure on his hole never easing. Without warning, Asael’s hips snapped forward, the Demon impaling him in a single powerful thrust.

Dulce threw his head back on a cry of his name, the stimulation to his prostate making slick drip out his slit. His hole burned, the warmth of the oil adding to the heat of the stretch.

He clenched his hands into fists where they were tied behind his back, his toes curling from the sensation. He got no time to recover from the sudden intrusion when Asael pulled back and rammed in again.

Dulce’s voice caught in his throat, held between pleasure and torment as his sensitive bundle of nerves was jabbed into relentlessly, forced to accommodate the Demon’s girth without proper preparation.

Every swift thrust made his impaled member bob vigorously, the teardrop gem swinging around wildly. He gasped out a sob at the constant stimulation, a dry orgasm wracking through him.

Asael buried his face in the crook of Dulce’s neck, feeling the Vampire pulse wildly around him, his wet heat desperately sucking him in.

He bit down on the heat-filled mark on the curve of Dulce’s neck, it felt like lava in his gums but he only bit down harder, feeling Dulce seize up beneath him.

Asael muffled a curse against the side of his face, the Demon’s voice thrumming through him. His pace didn’t slow all the while, his powerful waist meeting Dulce’s pale thighs on every thrust.

Dulce had already cried his throat sore, the metal rod in his urethra getting dislodged from how wet he had become, it made the gemstone teardrop weigh even heavier on his red-flushed slit.

The metal rod continued to inch out, his arousal trembling as Asael pushed in even deeper, keeping his tip lodged in his prostate as an orgasm pulsed through him.

Dulce could feel the Shadow Demon spasming inside him, his hole filling with sticky heat. He caught his breath, wanting nothing more than to have his tip unplugged.

Asael didn’t soften even after painting his insides milky white, pulling out halfway and fucking back in, each stroke sticky. Dulce shivered from overstimulation, whimpering when the metal rod was slowly pushed back in to the hilt.

"Are you in pain?" Asael slowed down his thrusts to ask, tugging on the thin ring attached to the metal rod.

Dulce shuddered with the entirety of his body, his eyes were tightly shut, his lashes wet. They fluttered open at Asael’s question, framing venomous silver-blue eyes.

"Shut up," Dulce bit out, turning away. His flushed face shimmered with tears, so fragile.

Asael sped up with a low chuckle, letting go of the metal rod to frame Dulce’s waist with his hands.

By his third round of dry orgasms, Dulce had hit his limit. He glared up at Asael, his dazed expression at odds with his anger.

"Take it out." He slowly bit out, a few inches away from breaking his bonds.

Asael remained unfazed, grasping the base of his angry red member as he grinded in deep. "I thought you liked your gift," He drawled.

Dulce couldn’t completely muffle his whimpers, shivering audibly. "A-Ah... Asael..."

The Shadow Demon was stroking his abused member, it constricted him around the metal rod. His eyes rolled back in his head, his back arched taut.

Tears slipped out of his closed eyes as the rod was pulled out, its uneven surface leaving behind a trail of heat. His sobs were weak as he was rubbed to a proper orgasm, his prostate beaten tender.

His climax was drawn out, his voice and hips stuttering, but only a few drops of pearly white fluid spilled from his dark red tip. Slick gushed out a while after, squirting against Asael’s tight torso. The clear fluid made the Demon’s inky dark skin glisten, dripping down to where they were joined.

Dulce felt the shadows bound around him slowly unravel, curling up in a flushed pile of overstimulation.

Asael went after him, curling around him, his back flush to the Shadow Demon’s chest.

"Are you sleepy?" Asael’s low voice taunted him, his hand undoing the buttons of his waistcoat.

Dulce felt a kiss against the base of his neck, overstimulated and tender, he couldn’t take any more torment. "Yes. Get off me, I’m going to clean up." He said gruffly even though he had no hope of standing upright for at least an hour.

He could feel Asael smile against his throat, the Demon’s hand making contact with the bare skin of his torso for the first time all night.

Asael just pressed one last kiss on his collarbones and retreated. "Let me take you." He offered.

Dulce could either turn him down or risk losing strength in his legs and falling to the ground. He forced himself to sit upright, aftershocks still jolting through him, he reached out a haughty hand to Asael, taking the invitation.

He was completely disheveled, his gold hair tousling around his face. His waistcoat was half off, the collar of his dress shirt slipping down a shoulder.

Asael hesitated for a moment as curbed the urge to have the Vampire bent face down on the bed. He picked up Dulce and headed for the bath. He sat the Vampire at the edge of the black tiled bath, taking off the last bit of clothing he still had on.

Surprisingly, Asael simply helped him clean up and carried him back to the bed. After getting him comfortable on the now clean sheets, the Shadow Demon disappeared.

Dulce’s entire body buzzed, he felt floaty and dazed. He was drowsily fighting sleep when Asael returned.

The Shadow Demon must have taken a bath as well, his damp white hair was let down to dry. He wore wide-waisted pants, a tattooed arm lifting as he pushed a hand through his hair.

Dulce gave in to sleep then, deciding that he didn’t care when Asael would return them to earth.

The Vampire only wore loose cotton robes, his drying hair billowing around his pink-tinged face. His features were unbelievably soft in sleep, his lips still kiss-bruised.

Asael watched Dulce sleep for a short while, then he picked up the sleeping Vampire and carved out a portal back to the cottage.

There, in his room in the cottage, he got into bed with Dulce, burying his face in the Vampire’s neck to get more of the dewy, floral scent that clung to his pale skin.

Sleep came easy, neither rousing until well after the sun rose. Asael woke up first, studying Dulce’s sleeping side profile.

The Vampire’s brows scrunched almost immediately like he could feel the gaze on him even in sleep. He slowly opened his eyes, those striking silver blue eyes misted from sleep.

Dulce wore disapproval as soon as he woke up, turning his back to Asael as he went right back to sleep.

Asael was amused, "I didn’t know Vampires slept."

Dulce ignored him, "Stay quiet or leave me." He grumbled, also considering a third option where he could just leave himself.

Asael didn’t say anything more but he soon felt the Demon close the distance, wrapping around him...

It seemed he had failed to consider a fourth option where Asael joined him.

Although he couldn’t completely ignore the weight of the Demon against him, he found his eyes growing heavy as the sun grew warmer.