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“I wanna come in you.”

“Okay.” Dave nodded.

Had he really put a stop to things to ask for his consent? There had to be something else, but Dave was still too foggy, too horny and in need of release to even consider asking. Or trying to guess.

Melchom’s hands on his waist guided him down. Dave was just thinking about that cock in him now that he was used to the pace, the way it breached his entrance without rupturing him in a million pieces.

The rupturing would come later, once Melchom stopped worrying about hurting him.

Dave bit his lip, reaching down with one arm to grab the cock in question. It must’ve shocked the demon, how he took the reins and sank down on it. Dave didn’t care.

“Just fuck me.” The stretch still drew a low moan out of him. “Need you.”

Later, he’d hate himself for those two words. Now, his arms wrapped around the demon’s neck, grasping pieces of that white thick braid that shouldn’t feel so soft to the touch.

“Don’t even think about it, Dove.”

“Huh?”

Last he’d checked, he was only thinking about Melchom and getting his cum in him.

“The minions were wrong about reading the old books. It’s not my hair they want. It’s yours.”

Dave blinked, the fog fading instantly. “What?”

Melchom didn’t answer. Instead, the demon started fucking him like there was no tomorrow, one hand gripping Dave’s waist while the other jerked him off. He squeezed him tight, bordering the line between pleasure and pain way too closely.

Not that Dave could say anything.

He didn’t even know what he wanted to say anymore. It was too fast, too punishing.

Too fucking good.

Dave didn’t stand a chance. He couldn’t even warn the demon when he felt his balls drawing tight, all that tension and fire building up ready to release.

His cum came out in spurts, ropes that flew out of him and coated the demon’s hand.

The hand that went to Dave’s face and force fed his own seed to him.

His cock twitched valiantly, whimpers leaving him as his tongue fought to grab all of him.

“Imagine that,” Melchom murmured. “I haven’t helped you yet, and your cock’s already getting ready for a second round.”

“Please,” he whispered.

“Please, what?”

Dave didn’t even know.

He only knew Melchom’s thrusts had slowed down, and he enjoyed feeling full, but feeling full wasn’t enough.

He needed to feel used.

“Good boy.”

“Why?”

It couldn’t have been more than a couple of minutes of Melchom thrusting into him, robbing him of air. Then he was coming, and Dave thought he understood why the heads-up earlier might have been necessary.