Page 1 of King’s Obsession (Obsessions #5)

Asmodeus

Sulking—grieving—Asmodeus roamed the hallways of his prison, or it would be when they crowned him king of the demon realm.

His father's death had shocked the realm, but not Asmodeus.

He had witnessed his slow deterioration, stepping up and keeping control behind the scenes, acting like all was well to prevent an uprising.

Such things were always possible when there were many plotting in the shadows to take over the realm.

Asmodeus’s family had ruled for many eons, and they had done so with iron control. Fear held most in check, but Asmodeus was aware that not all feared his father, and it was those he had protected the realm from by carrying out the charade that everything was fine.

Now here he was, trapped by his own circumstances, and he needed an outlet to get rid of some of his frustrations.

Doing that in the demon realm was not possible.

He needed the key players in the realm to see that he had control of himself.

What he needed right then was to let off some steam somewhere else.

Whether that be fighting or fucking, Asmodeus had no preference. He just needed an outlet.

Long ago, when Asmodeus was but a child, with his future already mapped out, his father shared a secret with him.

One that only got passed down to the next ruler of the realm.

A portal existed in a chamber within the palace, a place allowing the ruler to leave without teleporting, which meant others could track them.

The portal blocked that, made from old magic and sacred crystals, it permitted those who had access to it to travel to any realm they wished, unseen and untraceable.

The magic crystals were a viewing gateway if left behind.

They had gotten scattered throughout the different realms to prevent an ambush, though some remained in the chamber. A chamber he roamed to now.

Created inside the palace, Asmodeus was told, it permitted any king to escape if there should be a call for it.

Asmodeus had heard of no king disappearing or witnessed its use by his father.

The rule was that Asmodeus was forbidden from using it while his father lived.

He had not always stuck to the rules, but this one he had—sort of—and now he knew where he wanted to go.

The human realm where shifters existed. Some could match him for size and strength.

Although no one had ever bettered him, he was confident this visit would be no different, but it allowed him to expel some of his inner turmoil.

He nodded at those he passed, using a fierce expression to keep those who might consider speaking to him at a distance. The room he sought was small and easily forgotten because it housed many broken, discarded items.

He slipped inside and chanted a spell to keep anyone from entering while he was gone. The room gave the illusion that he remained in the realm and prevented anyone from pinpointing his exact whereabouts.

He exhaled, his heart thudding hard in anticipation as he went to the stone wall.

He muttered an incantation and then stepped through the stone into the forest. One he had visited before when looking to fuck.

Here in the woods, he was aware there were some who would not question his presence and accept what he wanted.

Wind whipped through his dark hair as his demon receded, and his human side emerged wearing fur to cover his nudity.

The trees were mere saplings, no taller than Asmodeus, allowing him to see the stars in the night sky.

He breathed deep, working to release the tight grip of emotions that sucked at his soul.

The sounds of the night creatures carried on the air.

Asmodeus' head rose as he caught the scent of something.

The forest, the essence of it, was there, but beneath was something sweeter—sexier.

Anticipation growing, he watched his step and roamed deeper into the trees, these were older, bigger, and blocked the stars and moon from guiding his path.

His nose guided him until total darkness surrounded him.

He stopped, listening, his demon alert to attack yet radiating an unexplainable enthusiasm he lacked in their realm.

“You lost?” came a deep voice hidden in the night shadows.

“No,” he growled back, his demon half pushing him to move toward the voice, only they couldn’t see where he was.

“Looks like it, or why else would you be skulking in the woods in the middle of the night?”

Asmodeus squinted in the darkness, searching for the source of the voice as he resisted doing what his demon wanted. “I do not skulk,” he replied, insulted by someone believing he was the type to do that.

“If you say so.”

Unsettled in ways he had never been before, he demanded, “Show yourself.”

“Find me,” the rough voice fired back, chuckling.

Anger—excitement—fired through him at the challenge. His skin buzzed with a type of friction that was like nothing he’d encountered before. “And if I do, what do I get?”

There was a pause and Asmodeus strained to hear any sounds that would allow him to identify where the voice was coming from. To his left, he was positive, but where? He became frustrated to admit he couldn’t say for sure.

“What do you want?” the voice asked, sounding amused.

“You,” his demon answered for them.

It is not your decision.

Of course, it is. Your human side is just a tiny part of us.

Tiny! He was outraged at his demon half for diminishing them. We are one. Two equal halves.

His laughter was harsh. You barely let your human side out.

“I agree with these terms, but if you don’t find me…”

His pulse leaping, he ignored his demon half. “What do you want?” he asked breathlessly.

“I’ll choose when you lose.”

The confidence was infuriating, except it made him smile for the first time since his father had died and left him alone with the demon vultures who wanted to pick over his bones.

“I accept.” Both he and his demon agreed. They would find the voice and then…

“Then come find me,” came the taunt.

The voice was moving, and Asmodeus’ smile widened as he translocated to his left, where he thought the voice was coming from.

After fruitless minutes, he moved on. The voice taunting him—arousing him.

He discarded the fur, his skin overly warm in the humid summer night as he continued to hunt the darkness.

“Do you give up?” the voice whispered from behind him sometime later.

Asmodeus swung around and met nothing but darkness. The night creatures were silent, as if participating in the game. “No.” The hardness of his cock wouldn’t permit that.

Deep belly laughter came through the leaves, and Asmodeus continued the game, growling for effect. His heart was light, despite his failure. The game gave him no time to dwell and allowed him to believe that what was waiting for him in the demon realm, in that moment, didn’t exist.

A hand stroked down his naked back, and he spun, his demon fighting to break free. All he could see were eyes so bold, so beautiful. Then they disappeared, and a voice next to his ear murmured, “Do you surrender?”

He shuddered, his arousal painfully hard, his heart thundering in his ears.

“Yes,” they moaned, unable to prevent it from tumbling from their lips.

It was as if the universe had taken their will and given it to this man.

Asmodeus couldn’t explain it, and with how his demon was acting and in full agreement, he pushed aside the concern that he was doing something that would alter him, change him somehow.

When warm, roughen hands stroked down the flanks of his body, dragging him back against a solid, equally naked body, his demon cried out “Ours,” into the night.

Hot breath ghosted his ear as a rumble of laughter reverberated through the chest pressed against his back. “We will see.”

Asmodeus wanted to argue, but the arousal pulsing against his ass stole his breath when it slid between his ass cheeks. He groaned at the sensations of skin touching skin. When he fucked normally, it was clothed, no skin-on-skin contact, and he always did the fucking. This was…

When a large, roughened palm moved and fingers clasped around his cock, he was ready to beg. He had never felt the need to have someone touch him this way, yet if the man stopped now, Asmodeus’ universe would surely disappear into nothingness.

The thought tumbled through his mind as hands stoked, teased, and touched him intimately. When a finger slipped into his mouth with a whispered command, ‘suck’ he did, without question.

He became lost to his need.

His sense of self was somehow gone in those moments.

Teeth grazed the pulse at his throat, nipping as a finger breached him.

The burn made his cock throb and drip. The clasping hand stroking from base to tip never stopped as one finger became two, then three, each time he sucked them as demanded.

Not once did he consider voicing a complaint, not even when the fingers got replaced with the broad, wet head of the huge arousal.

His moan tore from his throat at the pressure, at the burn, as his body accepted what his soul craved .

His mind screamed at the danger, even as his body willingly gave.

“Feel me,” rasped the voice against his fast-beating pulse, before the teeth nipped a little harder. The skin broke, a tongue lapped at him, and lights danced in front of his eyelids like fireflies swarming.

His cock went berserk, cum spraying the ground in front of him as he lay back against the solid body, helpless. Utterly helpless to how every molecule inside him hummed for one specific purpose—the man who held him.

They were connected. Asmodeus’ ass squeezed the shaft, milking it as the thrusting became uncontrolled. Deep inside him, the release pulsed as his own continued to spray the forest floor, as they groaned and moaned in unison.

Asmodeus sensed the moment everything adjusted in his world, despite having no understanding of why. And that was what had him fighting to escape, he wrenched free of the hands, the cock. Cum dripped from his ass as he spun and stared at the man—troll—who stood looking at him with knowing eyes.

The darkness hid nothing, and with a thought, he left.

At the portal, he didn’t check if it was safe before he darted back into his realm. His whole body quaked, and his human side growled like a wounded animal.

What have we done?

Go back and find out! His human half fought him.

No. We need to understand this… thing… whatever it is, first. It’s dangerous.

He’s not dangerous to us, his human side argued.

Asmodeus didn’t agree when a part of him no longer lived in this realm. Until we know for sure, we wait.

When we know we will go back, you swear?

Yes. They would, but only when they had the answers they needed,

Ho-hum.

The troll picked his way through the young growth, caressing a leaf here and there, crooning softly to the seeds pushing to grow through the virgin earth.

He kept returning to that one spot, no, not a spot, a sizable patch of ground, because the troll was a generous being, that still smelled of the demon’s release.

His hand hovered over it, the troll absorbed the essence, letting his senses roam free as they searched for the connection.

Mine. Those had been the demon’s words, but alone, the troll chuckled and sent his senses deeper—into the very roots of the earth realm and beyond.

“Ah, so that’s how it is,” he said softly. Looking up at the sky, he shook his head. “You’re really going to make me wait that long?”

Picking up a handful of the cum-soaked dirt, the troll raised it to his nose and sniffed deeply. So be it.

He smiled. Trolls were known for their patience, and he had something worth waiting for.

I think this is a good place to build a house.