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“Please.”

“I’ve got you, tiny Dove.” The demon whispered, his tongue licking the shell of his ear. He loved covering Dove with his body, regardless of the position they were in. “I’m gonna keep fucking you until you pass out, because you know I love the taste of that spike of fear right before you do. Then I’m going to cover you and get you to our bed, and I’m going to show you your anniversary gift.”

“I get a gift?” Dove tried to sound excited about the idea, but thinking about anything that wasn’t the cock drilling relentlessly into him was a struggle.

“You can’t honestly be surprised.”

Dove supposed he wasn’t. But he was burning, itching for more and for all that stimulation to stop at the same time. “Now faster, please.”

His demon seemed happy to oblige.

Dove was aware of the moment he started to lose consciousness. Spots filled his visions, his body going completely languid and out of his control, only soft tremors running through it after more of his cum landed on the discarded bones on the ground. If Melchom kept it up, they could open up a pool there soon.

Thank you. He hoped Melchom heard him.

* * *

“My beautiful gift.”

Dove blinked his eyes open. He was in bed, as promised. He stretched, checking the limbs that hadn’t been working quite right the last time he’d been awake.

“You patched me up?”

“For the most part.” Melchom smirked.

Dove didn’t need to ask. The demon let a finger rest against his rim. He screamed. It was pure agony, the way that sensitive skin was swollen and sore.

“You kept thinking about wanting to feel it.”

Keeping a whimper under wraps—Dove couldn’t always give him everything—he nodded. “Yeah.”

“Let me know when you change your mind.”

Dove huffed. That was one way of making sure he wouldn’t ask about it. Even though it didn’t feel that nice after a bit. Ugh. Dove should’ve listened more when Jordan talked about being a size queen. Maybe he could ask Beel. The demon looked like he enjoyed all that size difference, too.

“Don’t even think about it,” Melchom growled.

Oops.

Dove squirmed. “Too late?”

His demon only sighed, but he was running his fingers through his hair and scratching his scalp the way Dove liked it.

Dove guessed there were worse things.

“So what’s my surprise?”

“You remember.” Melchom nodded approvingly.

It took a lot not to snort, or chortle, or make any unbecoming sound. Seriously, though, there was no way Dove would have forgotten. Melchom was the best being he’d ever met when it came to gifting him things. They’d now had to add a closet room to the chambers for all of Dove’s lingerie sets and sexy loungewear.

“Obviously.”

“Don’t sass me.” Melchom lost the warning look in less than a second, though. He’d definitely done a better job at looking menacing when they were in the forest. “Now close your eyes.”

“Not fair,” he grumbled.

He obeyed, though. He still hated when Melchom took over his body—unless it was for sex or health-related reasons.