Chapter Eight
Brian
Lord Dakkar was waiting for me like he said he would. His suitcase was by his side as he leaned up against a light pole. Damn, he was fine as fuck. As much as I loved both Andre and Raphael, I couldn’t help the fact that I wouldn’t mind fucking Dakkar. I mean, he had an air about him that commanded attention… and desire. He and Lord Silas were just dripping with sexual intensity and they knew it. Augustus was what Dakkar was, a blood-drinking demon. And he was sexy as fuck, but his aura was nothing compared to Dakkar’s. I guessed that was because Dakkar was the first demon of his kind, so he got all the juice.
Learning about Lords and how they were made got me to wondering how their lines grew. I knew Augustus was forged in hell, but how? Did Dakkar make him and then set him free to live on this plane again? I knew from Augustus how more Nostera demons could be made. But how did other demons get made from other Lords’ lines. Like how did Daylen get made from Silas’s line? Nasini made Ade the same way Raphael made me and I made Andre. That mystery was solved. I’d been a demon for less than a year and I felt like I knew nothing really.
“Are you going to stand there staring at me all night, or are we going to go to Chicago?” Dakkar asked me.
“Yeah, sorry, Lord Dakkar,” I said as I walked over to him.
“Just call me Dakkar when we are alone. No need to be so formal unless an impression needs to be made,” he said, then pushed himself off the light post.
“All right. So, are you teleporting us, or am I doing the honors?”
He smirked, and I’d be damned if his sex appeal didn’t just shoot up ten notches. “I’ll teleport.” With that, he wrapped his arm around me and grabbed his suitcase. I felt as if all the molecules in my body began to tingle as he teleported us through time and space. It didn’t hurt, but I was aware of the sensation that left me feeling high, and when we landed, he had to steady me. “Gain your footing,” he said.
I nodded and had to shake my head from the cobwebs. “That felt weird as hell.”
“I travel faster than you. Can you stand now?” he asked.
I had my sea legs again, so to speak, so I nodded. “Yeah, I’m good now.”
Dakkar released me and I looked around to see where we’d landed. It was a hotel room, a suite to be exact, and an expensive looking one at that. “Where are we?”
“Victoria Hotel, penthouse.”
“Well, that sounds costly. I hope you aren’t expecting me to pitch in,” I said, warning him that I didn’t have the funds.
He chuckled. “I never asked you to. I like to travel and live in style, because I like to indulge in everything this plane has to offer.”
“That explains the suit. So, when do we see the queen?” I asked as I put my suitcase on the floor.
“Settle in for now, then we can feed. Afterward, we will visit the queen.”
“Okay, but after we speak to her, then what?”
“Once we speak to the queen, I’ll have a clear understanding of where to go next.”
“Why do we need to speak to her?”
“Because finding Mahmet is a priority. It won’t be easy, because of his ability. The queen has information on something I’m curious to know more about. Do you understand now?”
“Not really, but I guess I’ll learn more after we speak to her. So, how the fuck are we going to find someone who can see us coming?”
“With hopes that we can catch him off guard, which is why two specific teams have been assigned with one goal in mind. But along the way, we kill those loyal to him.”
“You have to forgive me, but I don’t see how that’s any different than what we’ve been doing.”
“Were you assigned to find him before or just kill demons who were wreaking havoc? Now that a lot of that has abated, what now?” Dakkar asked.
It was true, the past two weeks had been pretty quiet on the demon front. Mainly, it had been humans acting like fools and taking advantage of the carnage created by the demons we killed. “Okay, so explain it to me.”
He nodded. “Now that those demons have gone into hiding and recruiting, finding them has become more difficult. Our king cannot expose himself as long as Katashniel is hidden. There are traps set up all around for him, so that is what I and other Lords have been destroying, which was no easy feat. So, if you’ve been wondering what we have been doing, his strongest soldiers, that was it. Nasini, Rohan, and Vahiel never leave his side. He draws on their power to maintain his spell to stay hidden. They have not been able to do the jobs I and the other Lords have done. We are stretched thin, his Lords, and we can’t afford to be killed. You were paired to help protect me and Raphael was paired to help protect Oria as we track down Mahmet.”
I swallowed, because now a lot of shit was starting to piece itself together. Questions I had were being answered. “So, I’m like your bodyguard?”
He shrugged. “You are my back-up. You are still expected to do your job. We are partnered in that regard as well. I can handle myself, but just in case things get sketchy, it’s best to have help, wouldn’t you agree?”
I nodded. “Yeah, I do. So, you sound like you have a plan. What is it?” I realized I didn’t know half the shit I thought I knew.
“Mahmet may be able to see his future. But there’s also a spell being used to keep him and Katashniel hidden. It’s the same one our king is using, which relies on the strength of drawing from Lords. Adriel is drawing from three of us, and Katashniel is only drawing from Mahmet, but it’s still holding up just as strong. Which lets me know that there is a demonic spell caster, probably a few of them, that are helping to keep the spell intact. We need to find those demons and kill them. That would weaken the spell and expose their auras. We will be able to locate them then, and it won’t matter if Mahmet can see us coming. We’ll know where they are at all times and then it will be only a matter of time,” Dakkar said as he unpacked his suit case, putting shirts in the drawer.
I was still standing there in silence, trying to absorb everything he just told me. “How long have you all known this? And why wasn’t this mentioned at the meeting?”
Dakkar walked to the closet and began hanging up his suits. “We’ve always known that Katashniel was using Mahmet to stay hidden. What we discovered about two months ago was that Mahmet was not enough to sustain the power of that spell. He is using the power of other demon spell casters, and he has power spots that have been concealed all over the world. They have formed power points in the form of a triangle to protect Katashniel, and he is in the middle.”
“Do you know where the power spots are?”
“I suspect one is here in Chicago, we just have to find it. That means, I have to feed from the right demons and humans that could lead me to where one is. When I kill that demon, I’ll know what he knows.”
“Then we can just knock the rest out, right?”
“It will not be that easy. Remember, Mahmet and Katashniel know what I can do. I seriously doubt they will have these spell-casting demons in cahoots with each other. Everyone will be compartmentalized.”
“Shit, I really wish this fucking mess was something we could have avoided.” I didn’t want to give up hope, but it had already been three months and I still didn’t feel like we were getting any closer to taking out Katashniel.
“This is something Katashniel’s been planning for a while, it would seem. He’s been hurt, lost a lot of demons, which is always good. We’ve lost many on our side as well. That isn’t widely known for two reasons. We need those on our side to keep their morale up, and staying focused on specific tasks helps in that regard. The other reason being, if one chose to betray our king, we don’t need them telling our enemy what we know. Therefore, keeping a few in the know, as you all say, is wise. Fear of dying tends to sway demons more than it does humans. Not all demons are prone to want to wage war, but all have been asked to take one side or the other.”
“Never thought demons would need inspirational speeches to keep up their morale.”
“Oh? And why not?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know. Just seems like they’d be good to go for anything.”
Dakkar chuckled. “Demons can be extremely fickle, Brian. Most don’t want to be bothered one way or the other. They only want to indulge in their pleasures. Their loyalties can be just as fickle. Our king must always stay in control. It is difficult for him, because he is half human. Many demons don’t respect him because of his human ancestry. That is why Katashniel rose in power.”
“But you do?” I asked.
He turned to me. “I’ve seen him fight. I was there when he killed his father, my former king. He may have a human mother, but he is worthy of his demonic crown. I will follow King Adriel into death if need be.” He shrugged. “Besides, I don’t think being half human is all that bad.” He turned back toward the closet to hang up more clothes.
“Jesus, how many clothes did you bring? You said we were just going to be here a few days.”
“I like options,” was all he said.
I decided to mind my own business regarding his fashion sense. Instead, I returned to the main topic of our conversation. “So, we’re focused on finding the spell casters, Mahmet, and Katashniel, and all of our questions have to pertain to that?” I asked.
“Correct.”
“Okay, so, ummm, your abilities are going to help, how?” I asked. I knew what a Nostera could do thanks to Augustus, and his ability couldn’t aid in finding Xora any more than mine could.
“I can see a person’s future through their blood. Just a few minutes, as well as their past, which goes as far back as their earliest memory. I can also read a demon’s mind once I’ve had their blood,” Dakkar said. “I’m close to finding them, which is why King Adriel is careful about who knows what. If one of his demons were to betray him, they may jeopardize our plans.”
Okay, that was something Augustus couldn’t do. “How come Augustus can’t do what you can do if you’re the same?”
“He was made by me while still in hell, through a blood exchange. He earned the privilege to return to this plane through his repentance and suffering. Our king is quite benevolent. However, Augustus’ blood is diluted with human blood, as is all others from my line. I am the only pure demon Nostera,” Dakkar said, which explained a lot.
“All right, so if you’re close to finding them, why not pair you with Lord Oria? Why me, a knight?”
“Because you can kill instantly. Do you know what kind of demon Lord Oria is?” he asked, then turned to look at me. “You’re not going to unpack?”
I looked down at my still closed suitcase. “I like to live out of it. Don’t worry, ain’t nothing in here but some jeans and t-shirts, and I don’t iron. And no, I don’t know what kind of demon she is.”
He smiled, bright teeth flashing. “She is a fear demon. One who can conjure up your worst fears and make you live them. Some die from that fear, others are tortured by it. That is what she did in hell. But when she is putting a demon under her spell, she is vulnerable. When I am feeding, I am vulnerable, especially if I’m taking memories or watching a person’s future. We both need demons who can watch our backs.”
“Can’t you stop feeding when you need to?”
He nodded. “I can. But like I said, if I’m trying to get every detail of a person’s past or future, then I have to completely succumb to the moment. This is what leaves me vulnerable. If I’m not doing that and just feeding, then I don’t like my pleasure to be interrupted.”
“When I feed, I’m trapped in that moment, too,” I pointed out.
“Then I’ll watch your back,” Dakkar said. “You can feed on the humans and demons I feed on.”
I was starting to understand now, how I was his back-up. “I see why you had a destination in mind rather than just random locations.”
He nodded. “We are the primary team. Raphael and Oria are secondary. But we still have a ways to go.”
I put my suitcase on the rack for it, but didn’t open it up. I just walked over to the bed and sat down while Dakkar walked around the bedroom and bathroom, putting everything in place like we were moving in. Raphael was the same way, meticulous, wanting everything in its place.
“Are you ready to feed?” Dakkar asked once he was done unpacking.
“I’ve been ready, just waiting on you,” I said and stood up.
He smirked and walked over to me, taking me into his arms. As I was pressed against him, I could tell that he was packing some nice muscle underneath the fancy suit and a part of me wanted to see the goods.
“Can I ask you something?”
“You’ve been asking me things all along.”
I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, true. Okay, is this a human body you took over, or one of your own design?”
“When demons cross over, we can come in the form of a soul, to which we must find a body. Some are strong enough to push the human out of their body. Some prefer to take over a body already uninhabited, as it were. Others like myself, rise from hell in our demonic forms and we have to imprint on ourselves what humans look like. When our king raised me, I chose the form that I always use as it’s been quite popular among the humans. By the hardness of your cock, I see that you approve.”
I gasped when I realized he was right. My dick was hard and it was pressed to his thigh. “I’m sorry.”
“Why apologize? I like that you find me desirable. It will make fucking you after we feed that much more exciting.”
“We’re fucking?” I asked the question as if I didn’t understand it.
“Oh yeah… when I feed in this human world, I get extremely horny. So much so, I find it hard to concentrate. Normally, I don’t get aroused easily, but once I’ve tasted blood, I need release. That is why our king wisely allowed us to have sex. Don’t worry, I’m not trying to compare to your mates or replace them.”
“As if you could.” As soon as the words left my mouth, I regretted them.
Dakkar cocked an eyebrow. “Loyal… I like that. No insult taken. But I will fuck your mates, too… because I can.”
Well, that was that.
“How many times have you been here? You said you always pick that form.”
“I’ve been to this plane about six times, staying a duration of one-hundred years each visit.”
“Wow, okay, that explains why you have a good grasp of the language and modern technology.”
He nodded. “One of the many things humans have created that I enjoy. Modern amenities. Of course, with the gate being sealed shut, I will not be returning to hell unless, of course, I die. Of that, I don’t plan on doing.”
“If you die and go back to hell, what happens to you?”
“I will be judged for my actions, tortured if need be, and will have to wait countless years before I am judged worthy of becoming a demon again. However, if my actions have been worthy on this plane, I will be awarded my Lord status once again. But really, that’s all a hassle. As you can see, dying, for me, isn’t an option.”
“Yeah, I can see why. Will that happen to me if I die?”
He nodded. “You are a demon, Brian. You will be judged for your actions on this plane. Lucky for you to be a demon that is so hard to kill, am I right?” He winked.
“I’m more appreciative of that fact now more than I was a few minutes ago.” I took a deep breath and decided to move the conversation from death along. “So, who’s running hell if all the Lords are here?” I asked.
“Lieutenants are in control under King Adriel’s decree. Hell is never without order,” Dakkar said.
“I’ve never met a Lieutenant before tonight.”
“Nakai.” He smiled. “Adon was the other lieutenant that was there. Lieutenants are demons who are the first of their kind, but are not Lords. They are next in line to become a Lord, when one dies.” Dakkar was educating the fuck out my ass. I wondered if I was learning some shit Raphael didn’t know. He reached up, caressing my jaw. “I love your naiveté. The look on your face when you discover something new is so endearing. I wonder what you look like when you come.”
“Bold.”
“I’m far too old to be shy or modest,” Dakkar said, releasing my jaw. “I’m even older than our king.”
“Wow… that’s kind of cool. Of course, I have no idea how old King Adriel is.”
“You won’t find out his age from me, so don’t bother asking.”
“How old are you then? Can you tell me that?”
“No.”
I rolled my eyes. “Can we just go then? I thought you were hungry,” I said.
Dakkar laughed. “Of course.” Again, he wrapped me up in his arms and I felt the sensation like before as he teleported us to another location. I wasn’t so discombobulated this time and was able to gather my senses faster.
“Lord Dakkar, it is my honor to service you.”
I turned to see a female demon bowing before us. When she straightened, I got a chance to check her out. She was blonde, blue eyed, with a banging body all wrapped in a sexy strapless, red leather dress with two splits up the sides. The heels she wore added at least five inches to her height, making her even with me.
“Denice, so lovely to see you again,” Dakkar said as he approached her, taking her hand into his own and kissing it tenderly. I had to admit, he had the charm of Dracula. I could see why the rumors came along with the myth. That whole vampire appeal, and how humans were fascinated with them. Augustus had been having quite the fun with it since he had to come out. He had people who wanted him to feed from them because it was pleasurable. He and those pleasure demons were the only ones who could feed in public and not start another riot. Fucking lucky bastards.
“Your usual, my Lord?” Denice asked.
“Always,” Dakkar replied.
“Please, come.” She crooked her finger, wagging it, then walked off. I could tell that she was a demon in a human body by the purple aura. I was also getting the vibe that she was a Nostera too. She led us to a dim booth with shimmering curtains that were pretty see-through, so I guessed it was for aesthetics and not privacy. “Make yourself comfortable. Will you be feeding to finish, or for a snack, my Lord?”
Dakkar settled into the leather booth and I slid in next to him. I couldn’t hold back the little sound of pleasure as I noted how comfortable the booths were. I looked at him and he was watching me with a half-smile on his face, then he turned to her.
“Feeding to finish, darling.”
“One or two, my Lord?”
“One, I think, will be enough.”
“Male or female? Human or demon, my Lord?”
He looked at me again. “What are you in the mood for?”
“Demon,” I said without having to give it much thought. I’d had humans earlier and wasn’t hungry, but the Agoto could always eat and I didn’t want to see a soul go to waste.
“Demon it is then. Doesn’t matter the sex,” Dakkar told her.
“I will send your meal shortly, sirs.” She bowed, then walked away.
“Have you ever been to a feeding house before?” he asked me.
I shook my head. “I’ve been to a party where Lord Vahiel was selling humans and demons for us to feed on. I normally feed on criminals and evil demons who deserve to die.”
Dakkar nodded as he turned to look out at the club. There were other booths with demons in them and humans. Some were being fed on, others were fucking, while some seemed to just be holding simple conversations. My cock had been hard the whole time and being around all this stimulation wasn’t going to make it go away, that was for sure. I’d always been a highly sexual person, and being turned into an Agoto only magnified it by like a thousand.
“I, too, enjoy feeding on those who deserve to die. For me, however, innocent blood is the best, it drives me insane because I am a demon. What we are is rooted in evil, excess, a loss of inhibitions, indulgence, greed, and lust. Hate and envy, as we are jealous of what the humans have, which is why even now, so many want to take it away. However, demons have free will, like humans, and we can choose to be decent or cruel. It is a fine line for those of us who are decent, as I have to often times be cruel,” Dakkar said, then he turned to me.
“God, you are beautiful—oh my god, I didn’t—”
He placed a finger on my lip. “Please don’t lie and say that you didn’t mean to say that. Besides, I feel the same way about you and your mates. In fact, every Agoto is quite extraordinary. You are extremely powerful, as was proven the night you took on Katashniel’s army.” He removed his finger from my mouth, which was good because I was fighting the urge to suck it between my lips. I really wanted him, and I didn’t know how much of that was just my natural lust to fuck a sexy bastard or his sexual aura seducing me. Probably both.
“You’re right, I did mean what I said.”
He smiled. “I know.”
“Hey, how did you hear about us when you weren’t there? Where were you and Oria during that time?”
“Both Oria and I had been risen from hell earlier that day and were too weak to be of any service. Rising from hell is quite the ordeal. Taking a human body is draining. Creating a human body is even more taxing. We wanted to be there to support our king, but neither Adriel or Oria and I were all that concerned, because we did not know that Xora was the last sacrifice. The gate was just supposed to close with the power of the sacrifice of a Lord. What happened after she was killed was unexpected.”
“Tell me about it, I was there.” Now that he mentioned it, I remembered how out of it Rohan was when he rose that night and took over the human body.
Dakkar nodded. “And the stories regaled about how the Agotos were responsible for severely weakening Katashniel’s army by devouring countless souls reached my ears.”
“Thanks for the compliment about me being a bad ass,” I said.
“You’ve earned it. Now, getting back to feeding houses, you should visit some these days. It makes feeding easier,” he said.
I shrugged. “Maybe for some demons, especially those that need human flesh. Me, I can teleport into a person’s house, feed and leave, and people will just think the person died of natural or unexplained natural causes.”
“Makes sense. I see why you never bothered before. Well, let tonight be a treat.” He turned to watch as two demons dragged another drugged up-looking demon towards our table. “I’m going to enjoy this.” Dakkar sat up as the curtains were pulled back.
“Your meal, my Lord. He has been seasoned with koska-torel for your pleasure,” one of the demons said.
“Oooh, to what do I owe the pleasure?” Dakkar asked as he looked the drugged demon up and down.
“There is no extra charge, my Lord. Lady Denice simply wants you to enjoy your meal,” the demon said.
“Ahhhh, then by all means, give your lady, Denice, my gratitude,” Dakkar said as he took the demon from their grasp.
“Yes, my Lord,” both demons said, then walked off.
I looked at the demon Dakkar was holding in his arms as gently as one would hold a baby. You’d think he was going to care for the demon instead of eat him. “What’s koska-torel?”
“If you are ignorant of what it is, then you are in for quite a delight once you feed on this demon’s soul,” Dakkar said, then I saw his fangs emerge.
They were longer than Augustus’, and he had four on the top and two on the bottom, giving him six total. I’d hate to be bitten by him, and I wondered if he’d be able to puncture my muscles or arteries to even get to my blood. My skin could break and the tiny blood vessels there would bleed, but so far, I hadn’t experienced anything too life-threatening. Oh, save being stabbed with a Lord-killing blade. That wasn’t fun at all.
Dakkar reared his head back, then struck, burying his fangs into the neck of the demon. I saw his throat muscles working as he drank the blood. There was a slight moan coming from him that pretty much told me he was really enjoying himself. The demon grew weaker and weaker, but he was also moaning, and it wasn’t from pain. His cock was tenting his pants and he quaked a little just as a wetness began to soak his crotch. I could smell the cum and it made me curious about how good it felt to be fed on by a Nostera, especially one that was a Lord.
I watched as the demon’s eyes rolled up in his head and his arm dropped from his side, hanging loosely. He was almost dead now, and as I watched Dakkar feed, I noticed how he was totally lost in the pleasure of his feeding. He pulled back just as the demon took his last breath and that was when I allowed the Agoto to feed. His purple soul flowed from his mouth into mine, and as soon as I tasted it on my tongue, my body ignited. I was unable to pull away from the sensation dragging me deeper into the pleasure I was experiencing. It felt like the one time I fed on the Lord who tried to kill me. Once his soul was completely devoured and I was free to move, all I could think about was sex.
“Oh fuck!” I gasped and fell back against the booth.
Dakkar laughed. “I know.”
He tossed the demon’s corpse to the floor and climbed on top of me. As if by instinct, I open my legs, letting him nestle in between them, and when his lips touched mine, I nearly blew my load right then and there. God, I was so fucking horny, all I could think about was fucking and being fucked. His tongue was working mine over and I had to admit, he had mad kissing skills. Damn!
He pulled away and kissed my chin and neck, sucking my skin between his lips, and I moaned because that was one of my g-spots, so to speak. Both Andre and Raphael knew just how to get my motor revving. Even when I wasn’t in the mood, they knew how to get me in it. I could feel the hardness of Dakkar’s erection rubbing against mine as he ground his hips into me. He had a hunger about sex as if he could fuck me through our clothes.
“Can we fuck here?” I asked.
“I fuck anywhere I want,” he growled.
“Let’s go to our hotel room,” I said, then I teleported us, settling our bodies directly on the bed. Dakkar didn’t miss a beat as he seemed to be unfazed by my teleportation. He sat up and removed his suit jacket. Next, he ripped open his vest and shirt at the same time, buttons be damned, slipping both off his body. Holy shit, he was sexy as fuck. He was rocking an eight-pack ab set, muscular pecs, and fat, suckable nipples I couldn’t wait to wrap my lips around.
I pulled my t-shirt over my head, tossing it across the room, and at the same time, Dakkar was undoing my pants and pulling them down. I helped him by slipping my feet free. He dived down, taking my cock into his mouth, all the way down.
“Ahhhh fuuuck!” He was sucking me like a fucking vacuum. I knew I wasn’t going to last long at all. I grabbed handfuls of his hair and just hung on for the ride. He slipped both fingers under my ass, grabbing my cheeks, then hoisted me up. Andre was aggressive like this when he was in a particular type of mood. It made me insanely horny, and I just gave myself over to the pleasure he was giving me. “Ahhh, ohhh shiiit, I’m cumming,” I announced.
I could feel it burning within me, a massive fucking orgasm. My body went into uncontrollable spasms as Dakkar literally sucked the cum from my cock. He was swallowing every drop, too, moaning as if savoring the flavor. My vision went white with the power of my climax, but I was still horny as fuck even after blowing my load. I was trembling as he placed me back down on the bed and pulled away from my cock.
He smiled as he licked his lips. “I can tell you’re very young, less than a year old, I’d suspect.”
I was breathless as I nodded. “Yeah.”
“I can tell in your cum. Ade’s is much more robust.”
“You… fucked Ade?”
He nodded as he climbed off the bed to remove his pants. “I’ve fucked Ade, Nasini, and Isabelle; it was one hell of a foursome. I’ve fucked our king and Rohan, Vahiel, Silas, and once upon a time when we were friends, Xora and Mahmet.”
“What about Oria?”
He laughed and shook his head. “I wouldn’t touch her pussy with a hundred-foot pole. Oria doesn’t create pleasure, only fear. Sex with her would only be torture for whomever was dumb enough to try.”
“Good to know. Besides, she was in a kid’s body, which is gross.”
He shrugged. “In hell, she looks very different, but quite female. The child form on this plane is not my taste, I’ll admit. I prefer robust and muscular male physiques and curvaceous and ample female features. But for some demons and humans, that wouldn’t matter. Oria is ancient, which is one of the reasons why she chose the child’s body. A paradox.”
“A mess is what it is now that I know what she is,” I said.
Dakkar chuckled. “So, how do you like the effects of koska-torel?”
“Shit is intense. It made the soul taste so much better,” I said. Truth be told, I could really get into feeding like that.
“It’s best to use it sparingly, it’s easy for one to become addicted,” Dakkar said as he climbed back on the bed.
Okay, good to know.
I looked at him in his full nakedness and literally licked my lips. His cock was about the same length as Raphael’s but not as thick, yet just as beautiful. I couldn’t believe I went through twenty-something years of my life not knowing the pleasure of a man’s body until I met Raphael. I was happy I was immortal these days and could fuck to my heart’s desire.
“So, young one, are you a top or bottom… or do you switch?”
I propped myself up on my elbows and looked at him. “You switch?”
He nodded. “I give as good as I take, and better.”
“Then why don’t you give me what you’ve got,” I challenged, then patted my thighs.
Dakkar’s sexy, crystal gray eyes looked down at my drooling erection and he smirked. “Challenge accepted.” He climbed on top of me, straddling my lap. He took hold of my cock and aimed it as his hole, which was a little hairy.
“Do you need lube?” I asked.
He laughed. “You have more than enough precum to do the job.”
I moaned as I felt him slide down on my cock. Ohhh shit, he felt amazing! His ass was as tight as Raphael’s, but there was something else going on, something highly unfamiliar. “What the fuck?”
He smiled. “I know… it’s a little alteration I created. When you can design your own body, you can take whatever liberties to the human anatomy you want. You like?” he asked, cocking one eyebrow.
“Holy fuck… Hell yeah, I like it,” I gasped. Jesus, he was ribbed. My dick was being stimulated in every direction, all over. Little nubs rubbed against my flesh on every sensitive area, along my shaft, over my crown. My god, this was amazing!
“Ahhh, fuck… yeah… you feel so good inside me,” Dakkar said as he rocked and rolled on my dick.
The bed was moving in time with our motion and my cock was celebrating being inside an asshole that was so unique. I knew I was going to cum hard, and it wasn’t going to take long. I swore I needed to build up my stamina. He was working me over like a fucking horse jockey, and by the way I was moaning and gasping, he was coming in first.
“Oh god… oh shit… I’m going to fucking come,” I moaned as I gripped his powerful hips.
“That’s the point,” Dakkar chuckled.
I couldn’t hold back, not even if I had wanted to. His ribbed asshole was taking me to heights of pleasure I’d never been to before. I exploded inside of him, my body thrashing like crazy as he continued to ride me, milking my balls of every drop of cum. My eyes were squeezed so tight, I could see sparks bursting behind my lids. My muscles tightened up in my leg, giving me a Charlie horse, and I didn’t even care because the pleasure was that intense. I collapsed on the bed, huffing and puffing and babbling about how amazing it felt.
“I’m not done with you yet,” Dakkar said, then he climbed off my cock and flipped me over like I was a flapjack. He spread my cheeks wide and I heard him gasp. “Oh, it’s beautiful.”
“My asshole?” I asked over my shoulder.
He nodded. “Your cheeks are perfect in their shape, but the real glory is your hole… no pun intended. You must drive your mates crazy in bed. You were a virgin before becoming an Agoto, am I correct?”
“I’d fucked women before.”
“But they never put on a strap-on and fucked you before?”
I laughed. “Melissa wanted to try, but I’d never let her. Kept thinking it was emasculating.”
“And now?”
“If our king ever gave me the chance to fuck her again, I’d let her. I’d want to see if something like that would get me off. I’m open and accepting in my sexuality now. My mates and our king helped me get over my issues of the past,” I explained, feeling proud of who I was.
“That is always freeing,” Dakkar said, then he dived down, and I felt his tongue lapping at my hole.
“Mmmmm, yeeahhh, I love getting rimmed,” I purred and closed my eyes, letting my body enjoy what he was doing. God, he knew how to mouth-worship an ass. It was as if his tongue and lips had a mind of their own as he sucked, licked, and kissed my hole. My cock was hard and aching beneath me and I knew his was still rock solid and waiting to unload. I’d cum twice and he hadn’t busted a single nut yet. Talk about stamina. Just when I thought I’d shoot again from the pleasure he was giving me, Dakkar pulled back.
“Your ass was delicious,” he growled. “I could eat you for hours.”
“I wouldn’t try to stop you. That felt amazing,” I said as I licked my lips.
“Do your mates enjoy rimming you?”
“They love every inch of me, and they love making me cum screaming their names,” I said. He seemed so interested in my men, I wondered where he was going with all the questions. Was he trying to compete? I decided to ask him. “Are you trying to compete with them?”
Dakkar laughed. “Heavens no. Agoto mates share something that no other being can have with them. Your connection is unique onto yourself. If even you fucked Ade, it wouldn’t feel as good to you as it does when you fuck your mates. That is what makes each triumvirate special.” Dakkar pushed the tip of his cock inside of me and I gasped at the entry. He wasn’t my mate, so I had to adjust to his length and girth as he slid deeper. “Don’t worry, Brian… I don’t want to compete with your mates. I just find you interesting and want to get to know you better.”
“Ahhhh, I do love what you’re doing to me,” I admitted.
“As will your mates, when I fuck them,” he said, then he pinned my wrists to the bed and started pounding my ass without mercy. Dakkar dominated me in every way and the bed bounced wildly with every thrust of his cock. I was lost in the ecstasy and aroused beyond reason as the last of the koska-torel worked itself out of my system. We were both loud as hell and when we came, it was out of this world. He roared so hard, the windows shook from the vibration. I felt him filling me with his cum, squirt after squirt that seemed to go on forever. My own cock soaked the sheet beneath me, but his cumload outdid all of mine combined. I felt it running out of my hole and between my legs to soak the sheet too.
Finally, he collapsed on top of me, winded and trembling. He rolled over onto his back and it seemed to take all his strength to do so. I turned to look at him and his eyes were closed, his long, dark lashes resting on high cheekbones. He really was stunning to look at. I looked down at his cock and it was softening and laying on his thigh like a sleeping dragon that just breathed out all the fire it could. I touched his shoulder and he quaked.
“Don’t… don’t touch me… not yet,” he said, and I felt compelled to touch him more, just to see what would happen. Being wicked, I pinched his nipple and he gasped and arched, another squirt of cum shooting from his cock, splashing his thigh.
“Oh damn!” I laughed as he pushed my hand away from him. “Someone is very sensitive after blowing a load.”
“I just… need a… minute,” Dakkar claimed. His body was still giving off little spasms and I wondered how many orgasms I could make him have just by touching him again.
“Is this how you normally are, or…” I paused because of the long yawn. “Or the… effect of the drug?”
“A little… of both,” he mumbled, and I could see the heaving of his chest start to calm down, but he didn’t open his eyes. It looked as though he had fallen asleep.
My own eyes were started to feel heavy as the exhaustion of all that sex started to weigh down on me. “I guess… we’ll see the queen… tomorrow,” I managed to say before everything went dark.
The Demon Gate Series will continue in episode two: Fear
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