Page 5 of Demon Next Door

Yeah. Yeah, he was going to need room to work. Maybe more room than I had. I gave it fifty/fifty if he’d fuck me into oblivion or tear me in half. Or both at the same time.

But I’d summoned him to possess me, and this was the type of possession my summoning, spicy menudo and all, had gotten me. I hadn’t cared if a demon took me over and left me with the scraps of my own body and mind, had I? Somehow, though, this was even more terrifying.

My expression must have told him some of what I was thinking, because his smile faded and he sighed, shaking his head, another gesture straight from my great-aunt’s playbook of disapproval. “I’m not going to hurt you,” he said, gently but with a hint of exasperation. “I already told you.”

The words helped, but nothing could’ve reassured me more than his slight air of frustration with a stupid human who hadn’t been paying attention.

I believed him.

And the last of my worry floated away.

What did I have to lose? Seriously. I couldn’t even afford to buy fresh basil at the gods-damned grocery store, let alone scrounge up the money, energy, or other resources to deal with all the other flaming garbage my life had become.

“I’ll turn over,” I managed to say, because at least that way I could bury my face in the pillow and hide my stomach.

Of course, that meant rolling myself over awkwardly as he watched me.

Or not, because he nodded, grabbed me by the hips, and flipped me before I could do more than yelp and flail, spinning me dizzyingly and then dropping me face-down. He immediately nudged back between my legs, thighs bracing mine and shoving my ass straight up in the air.

I blinked and spat out a mouthful of pillowcase, scrabbling my arms under me and then falling down again as Xan grasped my ass cheeks in his hands and spread me open as wide as he could.

The twinge of stretching pain in my crease, the tug on my hole, my balls swinging and pulling on it even more, my cock tangled up in the comforter, my hair in my eyes and the trembling in my arms…

The mattress dipped as Xan shifted his weight, leaning forward. His cockhead touched my hole, huge and hot.

And wet. Something slick coated the tip of his cock. Something natural, because he hadn’t used any lube. This hadn’t been in any of the blog posts I’d read about demons.

Maybe no one had survived to write about it. Shit.

Xan eased forward, letting his cockhead slowly force me open. I whimpered at the slight burn of it, turning my head to get the cool pillow against my equally burning face.

“Sssh,” Xan murmured, and squeezed the cheeks of my ass in a way that seemed meant to be soothing but instead tugged more on my overstretched hole. “Relax for me. This is the hard part. Once I’m inside it’ll feel like I’m meant to be there.”

He pushed, and I moaned, and a sharp spike of pain made me gasp, afraid I’d actually tear, and then—with an audible pop, he was in me, that massively thick cockhead pressing right where I needed the pressure the most.

It sent a shockwave through me, inside and out, my hole and my cock and my balls and my stomach and chest, and I clenched down on him and then released, over and over, all my muscles fluttering.

I came like that, curling in on myself around the thick, heavy demon cock lodged in the softest and most vulnerable part of me, making helpless little sounds that might’ve embarrassed me if I’d been in a position to care.

But my current position gave me a lot more immediate concerns than that.

Like the way I was still shuddering, pleasure coursing through me and leaving me limp, while Xan pushed deeper, growling again, his hands flexing on my ass.

Now I could feel that texture that I’d seen, the hard whorls of his shaft. Ribbed condoms had absolutely fucking nothing on a demon, and the thought made me laugh and then choke as he shoved deeper, his huge cockhead opening up parts of me no other man had ever touched.

Xan didn’t stop until his big, heavy balls rested against mine.

The leather of his pants stuck to my sweaty thighs.

He let go of my ass at last, leaning down over me and covering me with his body, putting his hands on either sides of my shoulders so that his arms caged me in completely.

Heat soaked into me all over. He really was like the world’s largest heating pad, only he came with an enormous cock and a prehensile tongue and…

and kisses, pressed so sweetly to my shoulder and the nape of my neck, all the way across to the other shoulder.

“David,” he murmured. “You came on my cock already. I haven’t even fucked you yet. I hope that means you’re smiling.”

Was I? Yes, actually. I’d have been purring, too, if I’d been physically equipped for it.

Gods, he really seemed to want to make me happy . The fuck was up with that?

He’d said I’d like it, hadn’t he? And he’d been right.

“Thank you,” I said.

“For what?” Xan kissed my neck again, this time with a flick of his tongue. I shivered, and he laughed against my skin.

“Filling me. You said I’d like it. I do.”

He groaned and thrust, and I moaned, and then he was fucking me, slowly at first but picking up speed as I writhed under him and muttered incoherent encouragement, managing to move one of my hands over to grasp his.

Our fingers tangled together, and he slammed into me, grunting, the slap of his balls against mine and the sticky sound of leather against my skin punctuating the slick noises of his cock reaming my wet hole.

The lingering achy sweetness of my orgasm blended into the throb of my body around his huge cock, and then into my own hardening again, balls tight and heavy, clenching, Xan going faster and rougher…

he stiffened in and over and around me, letting out a roar that almost deafened me, and fiery heat flooded my insides.

Not quite, not quite, fuck—I forced my free hand down in front of me, nearly wrenching my shoulder out of its socket. One stroke and I spilled all over my palm, fingers sticky, the bedding already wet from before and now twice as soaked.

I collapsed into a spent, shuddering heap, arm trapped under me, ass sticking up in the air and impaled on Xan’s otherworldly cock, eyes sliding shut, panting and dry-mouthed and wrecked.

But smiling. I was definitely smiling, and when Xan carefully rolled us to our sides, wrapping his arm around my chest and pulling me close against his, nuzzling into my hair and making more of those growling, purring sounds…

I was sure he was smiling too. I didn’t even need to see him.

Feeling him was even better, anyway, what with the hard wall of muscle at my back and the warmth inside me, all full and wet.

If my stomach had been flat to begin with, maybe it would’ve been rounded now, because it felt like he’d come enough to make a visible bulge.

Another thing that probably should’ve grossed me out.

But it didn’t.

Maybe I’d already hit my limit with the spell’s requests for pulsating oyster flesh and sheep intestines, because being inflated full of demon come just didn’t move the needle.

Xan stroked down my chest and rested his broad palm over my rounded belly, kneading again with his long fingers, the gesture as catlike as the purring.

“Soft,” he said, in a tone of profound satisfaction. “I’ve waited a long time for this.”

And then he stopped abruptly, words hanging in the air awkwardly. He hadn’t meant to say that. I could’ve sworn to it.

He’d waited.

The fuck?

That, plus the way he’d known my name, and then that moment when I’d asked if he’d been watching me…I’d thought that was a stupid question at the time, but he’d reacted so oddly, hadn’t he?

“What does that mean? And answer the question, Xan. No dodging.”

Now it was my turn to wait, because the silence stretched on for a lot longer than felt reasonable.

Long enough that I started coming out of my post-orgasm haze and noticing things that were almost as disturbing as the possibility that I’d had a demon stalking me for some indeterminate period of time.

Like the way his cock hadn’t even started to go soft inside me, still as insistently erect as it’d been when he started fucking me. Or the way his spicy, fiery scent had wound itself around me, acting on my nerves like a drug.

I should’ve been a lot more disturbed than I was by the potential stalking and by the rest of it.

But my eyelids had started to droop, every blink longer than the last.

Nothing hurt. Even the heavy, uncomfortable pain-echo that I usually had after a migraine hadn’t made its appearance.

I felt good.

Fuck. How long had it been since I felt good ?

Okay, whatever. He could watch me like a creep as much as he wanted. I snuggled down a little deeper into his arms, the motion pushing his bizarrely still-hard cock even deeper into my body and making my own cock try, futilely but valiantly, to get stiff again too.

At last, right as I gave up on getting an answer at all, Xan sighed heavily and pinned me a little harder around my middle, as if I might try to get away.

“You opened a door to me when you tried your first summoning,” he said, in a tone of great reluctance.

“Or maybe it wasn’t your first summoning.

I don’t know, because there wasn’t any way for me to see you before that.

Your first semi-successful summoning. That time, I caught a glimpse of you, only you didn’t try hard enough.

You didn’t mean it enough. The door wouldn’t open all the way.

But you kept trying, and I kept looking, because you were sweet and smart and so pretty, and you made me laugh when you talked to yourself, and after a while the door stayed cracked open all the time, even though it wasn’t enough for me to get through.

I mean, it’s not really a door. That’s the best description I can give for an interdimensional phenomenon that only magic can control. I’m not an astrologophysicist.”

It took me a second to mull that over. The rest of Xan’s body had gone as stiff as his cock, and I absently stroked the hand he had against my belly, soothing him the best I could.

Sweet. Smart. So pretty . Had he been watching someone else and gotten us mixed up somehow? But he obviously wasn’t that stupid.

Which meant…the warmth blooming in my chest had nothing to do with the physical heat of the demon holding me close in his arms.

“So you’ve been watching me for—maybe ten years. Or not quite that long, since I don’t know when I got through to you. How old was I when you first saw me? Did you—”

He cut me off with a low, defensive-sounding rumble of, “It’s not as creepy as it sounds.

I was also a juvenile of my kind when I first started watching you.

Time passes differently where I’m from, but I’ve only been considered competent to issue death challenges to other adults for a few human years.

I thought you’d given up. But then this time—I don’t understand how it worked, especially with that fucking pink salt, but I think it’s probably because you really meant it.

Intent counts for more than petty details. Anyway, I don’t care. I’m here.”

For a second, I was too hung up on “death challenges” to process the rest of it. Fucking seriously? No wonder he didn’t want to sleep with any of his own species if that was how they interacted on a day-to-day basis.

And then it really hit me: I’d had a horny teenage demon spying on me the whole time I’d been putting on that cloak and lighting candles and chanting in my bedroom at my mom’s house.

If I’d known, horny teenage human me would’ve been so fucking turned on I’d have been jerking off every ten minutes instead of twice a day.

But…gods, he’d probably heard my sister using her childhood nickname for me. My mom trying to tactfully tell me to wash my own socks when I’d…used them. And a million other intimate, deeply embarrassing details about me and my life and my family.

After a while, the door stayed cracked open all the time .

He’d seen everything . Including all the times I did jerk off, with or without a sock.

And…

“Oh, fuck,” I choked. “You saw—how much did you—there was that time when I was eighteen and I was finally old enough to go to the adult store and I bought that really big dildo and tried to get it all the way—oh gods,” I wailed, as he slid his hand down to my hip and grasped me hard enough to bruise, slamming his cock back in as deep as it would go.

“Yeah,” he said breathlessly. “Yes, I fucking watched you all red-faced and moaning while you tried to stuff that huge thing up your sweet ass. I imagined it was me. And now it is. I’m bigger than that,” he added, in a low snarl. “Bigger and all the way inside.”

“Yes,” I gasped, as my cock hardened after all and my body strained to hold him and all of his demon come.

The wet squelching sounds of his thick cock moving inside me again almost drowned me out.

He’d rolled me half onto my stomach, folding me in half, and I had to struggle for every breath.

“Please. More. All the way in, Xan, yes—”

He pounded into me so hard I couldn’t speak anymore, making me devolve into panting moans as he fucked me through the mattress, squirming under him, spread so wide my hips ached.

It didn’t matter. It was the best thing I’d ever felt. If he’d done this to me when I was eighteen I’d have fallen so head-over-heels in love with him, especially if he smiled and held me and cared about my pleasure and told me he’d been watching me because I was pretty and made him laugh.

The second time I came on his cock, he bit my shoulder, digging those fangs in enough to prick my skin and send a sharp, unbearably sweet spike of pleasure-pain straight down my spine and into my stuffed hole and drawn-tight balls.

My orgasm exploded, all my limbs going rigid, my vision whiting out.

Xan filled me again, deep and hot, wrapped around me, the two of us tangled together so tightly I couldn’t tell us apart.

As I drifted down, down, into an endless abyss of wrung-out exhaustion, Xan kissed my ear. “David,” he said. “David, listen to me. Do you want me to stay?”

“Mmm,” I hummed, and pressed a sleepy kiss to the arm by my face. What position were we even in? Whatever.

“David,” he said again, urgently, giving me a gentle shake. “Tell me you want me to stay.”

Fuck, of course I did.

“Mmm,” I managed to mumble again. “Xan.” And then my eyes closed and stayed that way as the sweetest, deepest sleep I’d had in years rose up and claimed me.