Page 13 of King’s Obsession (Obsessions #5)

Asmodeus

It was the truth and with everything that Dougal had said, there was much going on in Asmodeus’s mind over what his blissful one had laid out as to the reasons things were the way they were in the demon realm.

He would need to think on it more, just not now with Dougal smelling like his forest and he was sure to taste of his favored cider.

“Now, how about you show me just how strong you are?”

Dougal’s bushy brows rose, and a light of intrigue appeared. “And how would I do that?”

Asmodeus’s demon side got more than a little giddy at the prospect of finding out exactly what their troll was capable of. They had often, alone, thought about what it would be like to be taken—chased—by their blissful one in all his glory.

His demon got impatient and emerged, his clothes disappeared right along with Dougal’s.

The couch groaned under them at the additional weight of his demon.

He pressed more of his weight against Dougal, enjoying that, for the moment, he was bigger than the man beneath him. Hopefully, though, not for much longer.

He nuzzled down the side of Dougal’s bristly jaw, nipping at the tender part of his throat below his ear where his pulse beat so fast it was visible. Asmodeus murmured throatily, “Let your troll out to play.”

The sharp exhale came with the cock pressed against his thigh thickening, so Asmodeus waited, trailing his lips to the corner of Dougal’s mouth to nip at his lower lip, watching Dougal’s hooded gaze, the desire a beacon that called to him.

“My troll—”

“Wants to play with us.” His clawed hand ran carefully up the shuddering chest, stopping to tease the hard-budded nipple.

All Asmodeus felt was excitement coming from Dougal, so he pushed, knowing that his blissful one wanted this as much as he did.

“Wants to chase me like I did to you that very first night in the forest.” He licked at the plump lower lip and bit hard enough to draw blood, then lapped at the swell of blood, groaning at how the small taste electrified his cells.

“Please,” he begged unashamedly, his desire for this driven by both sides.

His human half was more than a little intrigued to see their troll emerge, only this time, he wanted the time to admire—to touch—what belonged to them.

“Is this what you really want?” A myriad of emotions crossed Dougal’s handsome face.

“Yes.” Asmodeus rose and gave Dougal a sexy come-hither look that he would deny to his dying day that he was capable of, and strode to the door. There he looked over his shoulder. “Let’s see who wins tonight.”

With a thought, he disappeared, hearing, “That won’t help you, this is my forest.”

Grinning, he whispered into the air, “Let’s find out.” He stayed close enough to see Dougal emerge from his home and look around.

Asmodeus had learned ways to see in the forest since their first encounter. The darkness was more encompassing with the forest more established and the trees creating a canopy overhead that no longer hindered him. He circled around, getting closer to Dougal, careful where he tread.

His heartbeat increased, and his breath caught in his throat when his troll emerged in all his glory.

Towering well above Asmodeus, wide, powerful shoulders rolled as Dougal stood motionless, his head tilted back, and Asmodeus stared in wonder at the troll who suddenly blended with his surroundings.

The eyes were all he could see in the darkness, then nothing.

Asmodeus blinked rapidly, searching the darkness. Where has he gone?

Isn’t this exciting? I want to play, too.

It was, but his human half would never evade their troll. You got to play the very first time. It’s my turn.

All right, but don’t shove me aside when we get to the fun stuff.

“You’re making this too easy,” a deep, grumbly voice murmured from behind him, making him start in the darkness.

Desire, hot and potent, ran through his veins as his demon translocated to the other side of the house, chuckling at the curse that followed. “I’m not that easy.”

“Yes, you are,” called the troll.

More chuckles followed as he went deeper into the forest, each time he stopped his blissful one was right behind him. As big as Dougal was in his troll form, he moved as silently as the night air.

Breathless with excitement, Asmodeus lost track of time.

The sense of freedom he felt was exhilarating, and despite how hard he was, he didn’t want the chase to end.

Dougal’s troll’s laughter was as heady as a hit from Dougal’s flask could be to the uninitiated.

Each time he got close, it rumbled out, taunting him.

“You are a tease,” he murmured, knowing his troll would hear him.

A moment later, large, thick fingers came from behind him and stroked his throat, before tightening in a show of possession.

The move had Asmodeus plastered back against an enormous chest, which showed how little effort Dougal had expelled when it moved slow and steadily.

Unlike Asmodeus’s, which moved as fast as hummingbird's wings.

A groan of desire came at the feel of the huge shaft pressing between his ass.

His whole body quivered with longing as hot breath wafted over his ear.

“A tease, am I? This is foreplay, is it not?” Fleshy lips brushed against his pounding pulse.

“Are you finished letting me chase you through the shadows?” The mouth moved down his throat, the teeth grazing the skin, lighting tiny fires.

Asmodeus whimpered when the hips behind him rolled, causing the hard shaft to slide enticingly between his ass cheeks.

The hand at his throat squeezed hard enough for him to feel it, but not enough to cut off the air supply.

Power radiated off their troll. Pure strength, the kind that could crush Asmodeus if Dougal chose to.

As the understanding settled inside him, it left an intoxicating feeling in its wake.

Asmodeus couldn’t quite catch his breath, surrounded by such power.

To know that his blissful one was stronger than him, left his cock bobbing in time to his bounding heart.

“Do you yield?”

The grumbly voice lifted all the tiny hairs on Asmodeus’s body, the vibrations doing strange things to him. His knees weakened, and he moaned, “Yes. Please…”

Those large fingers stroked over his neck as a hand slipped around the base of his cock and clasped him far too gently. “Please…” he gasped, tilting his ass in invitation—encouragement. “Show me.”

A cheek pressed against his, the beard silky. “Show you what?”

He released a trembly breath. “Everything.” He leaned into his blissful one. “Show me your strength. All of it.”

“It’s a lot,” he replied, the beat of his heart, that Asmodeus could feel through the chest, increasing.

With nothing more than a thought, he prepared his body. “I know. Matched by Fate in both forms, you will not hurt me. I am ready for you… willing ,” he replied, giving the simple truth as he knew it.

The hiss of air coming through teeth was all the warning he got.

Dragged backwards he felt, rather than saw, them hitting a tree.

One that had to be large and sturdy because, though it rocked, it did nothing more.

The hand around his throat tightened a fraction, encouraging him to place his head on the large shoulder behind it.

“Wrap your arms around my neck.” His nose ran down his exposed throat. “And whatever you do, don’t let go.”

Excitement belonged to both of them. He slid his arms up and back to hold on to the thick neck, locking his fingers together, dislodging the hand at his throat.

It moved and pressed to the center of his chest, effectively pinning him against Dougal.

His breath came in shuddering waves at the thrill of what was to come grew inside him.

Dougal shifted his weight behind him, his hips moving away. About to complain, he released a gasp when his cock pressed against his well lubed hole. The surface of the sticky head pushed against the rim of muscle. A burning sensation followed that short-circuited his brain.

He groaned and moved restlessly at the continued pressure that seemed never-ending. “Fuck,” he mewled, while trying to keep from tensing. “You got a totem pole back there?”

Laughter rumbled through his troll. “I’m big all over. I’ll stop—”

“Don’t you fucking dare,” he growl—panted.

“I want this.” His words were barely a strangled whisper as the muscle gave way and the head of the cock pushed in.

Dougal didn’t move, and Asmodeus was grateful for it, as his body adapted, and the burn became a deep-seated ache that came with the need…

for more . It grew with each passing second until Asmodeus could no longer remain still.

He rocked his hips up, and the cock in his ass pushed in an inch, all that followed was fullness, and he continued.

Driven by the desire to know exactly what his blissful one offered.

Dougal remained motionless, whispering encouragement. “That’s it, claim what is yours.”

The words settled deep inside him and stimulated him to leak pre-cum. “I am. Now you do the same,” he insisted with a throaty moan.

The sound that came from his troll made his cock jerk as the grip at the base of his shaft tightened. “Don’t let go,” he rasped into his ear. “Whatever you do, don’t do that.”

His fingers locked harder together at the quiet command, one that could have come across as a threat. Asmodeus knew differently. “I won’t.”

The creak of wood sounded ominous as Asmodeus received a punishing thrust that hit his sweet spot so hard his vision wavered and cum spurted from him, making his ass clamp down.

He groaned in pained pleasure. Pinned by the enormous cock in his ass, the hand on his chest and the one holding his cock, all he could do was cling on and surrender to the feelings.

The ache that bloomed at the base of his spine unfurled and left him no place to hide as it consumed his soul.

His very being. Everything ceased to exist other than how his troll made him feel— everything.

He sank into the emotions and let them take him. At that moment, he didn’t know where he began, and Dougal ended. They were one. Troll and Demon. Forever eternal. He would burn the world to the ground if anyone tried to take that from him. “Forever…” he rasped. “Promise me forever.”

The press of the fingers against his chest increased painfully, but he didn’t resist, expanding his chest, wanting more. “You already have it, my love.” The words floated through his mind. “You only needed to accept it.”

He roared into the darkness, cum pulsing from his cock over the ground as warmth filled his ass from the throbbing, expanding cock that held him prisoner.

The tree branches clacked together like thunder.

The earth moved beneath the soles of the feet as he understood the forest welcomed their union.

Forever, he promised the forest. I will treasure him forever.