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Even if Melchom hadn’t slid into the mirror maze the human’s brain was, he was projecting it loud enough Melchom doubted any barrier could hold it inside.

All the mirrors showed real life images of Melchom’s body—his cock, to be more precise. His human was really zooming in on it. He didn’t feel distraught or scared. Well, a little bit scared. Melchom saw one of the mirrors trying to compare it with some toys his human had played with. It was strangely flattering.

“Are you turned on, Dove?”

“Don’t call me Dove.”

“But it’s your name.” It was tough to focus on the words coming out of the human’s mouth when his mind was just much more interesting, recalling every encounter he’d had when he thought he’d been stretched to his limits. What he thought were his limits, Melchom mused.

“Not really.”

Melchom huffed. “I already told you how I feel about your birth name.”

“Which is ridiculous.”

“Is it?” Melchom stepped closer. He noted how the human took a step back. “I know you humans pretend to have forgotten, but names are important. They have meaning. They show your identity, the values you’ve been raised under, or the values you assert for yourself.”

The human frowned. The fact that Melchom could see the human thought it was all a piece of garbage only filled him with more unbridled rage, his skin heating up as his insides begged him to let it out all out, to see his surroundings burn in the destruction.

Melchom wondered what the human would think if flames surrounded them both, filling the entirety of the room. His Dove hadn’t complained about the smell in a while.

“Or it’s just a word.”

“If it’s just a word, why do you care?” Melchom tucked a stray lock of hair behind his human’s ear. “And why were you so hurt just before, because I referred to you by your species?”

Melchom got him then. He saw Dove swallow, gaze darting around almost erratically as if he needed a way out. It would be credible if his brain wasn’t still so focused on Melchom.

He had to admit his body hadn’t been admired so thoroughly in centuries. Melchom couldn’t help but preen at the assessment, at the absolute knowledge that, regardless of how much the human hated himself for it—a delicious fact in its own right—he was enjoying what was in front of him way too much.

“Do you have lube down here?”

An interesting way to avoid an answer, Melchom would give him as much.

“We have oils.”

“Oils,” Dove repeated, nodding to himself. Apparently, the human had read about it in some smutty websites, but he’d never tried them. “Yeah, that could work.”

“What could work?” He smirked, but the human didn’t find it so amusing.

Melchom didn’t quite care.

He would wonder what had happened in the last twenty minutes that made Dove go from a dejected, angry little thing to his fiery self again, but he knew where the answer lay. His human’s brain wasn’t good at sticking to one mood or one emotion, losing trails of thoughts and rules before they were fully formed.

“Uh, sex?” Dove frowned, bottom lip sticking out. “Demons have sex, right? Because it would be a crime if you’re that well endowed and…”

“We have sex.” Melchom shook his head. It was a good thing his human was as messed up as he was. “Do you want me to fuck you? Is that it?”

“What if I do?” Dove’s hands went to Melchom’s waist as he spoke. “You clearly want to too, right? You’re still naked, and hard.”

Melchom grinned. “I just wouldn’t want you to get the wrong idea.”

A shiver ran through the human’s body before he answered, “Get the wrong idea about what?”

He could’ve left it alone, simply agreed to devour Dove’s body and pause all of his other games. Melchom didn’t want to do that. He didn’t want Dove’s beautiful mind to fracture further after it was done, or to have him regret giving his consent to somebody he’d thought of as a monster in his head not that long ago.

“About what will happen if I ravage your hole,” Melchom said. He took a pause to thrive on the visceral way Dove responded to his words, his whole body strung up. “Fucking you doesn’t earn you any favors. It doesn’t change the fact that you’re my gift to torture and break into a million pieces.”

“I know.” His human’s voice faltered, though.