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Matty

M atty was living in an alternate dimension. One where time made no sense and nothing ever felt bad. Only good.

Only very, very good.

Nightmare had been playing with Matty’s ass for what felt like hours. Maybe it really had been. Hours of lips and fingers and a tongue that was not a normal human length. Matty may not have had much experience, but even he could tell that much.

Matty’s cock had hardened again a long time ago, but there was no urgency to come again yet. It just felt amazing, having his hole played with while he occasionally humped lethargically at the mattress, at other times just lying puttylike under Nightmare’s ministrations.

He whined as that hot mouth left his entrance for the first time in forever. “Put it back,” he mumbled petulantly, pushing his ass up in the air.

But then Nightmare’s hand was on Matty’s head, stroking his hair with nimble fingers. “Are you ready, Matteo?”

Ready for what? For fucking? Hell yes.

“Yes,” Matty slurred. “So ready, Scary.”

And then the Book appeared in front of Matty’s face. The shadows had fetched it, and now they turned it to the last page.

“Repeat after me,” Nightmare commanded, a dark, raspy voice in Matty’s ear.

Oh, right. The bonding. They were bonding before they were fucking. Matty never would have forgotten, except Nightmare had been relentlessly eating his ass for the last eternity, and Matty had apparently lost quite a few brain cells along the way.

Maybe that was good though. With all the blood in his dick and none left for his brain, Matty couldn’t even be nervous.

It was strange doing this lying on his stomach, Nightmare crouched above him where Matty couldn’t see. Strange but also perfect. His eerie shadow demon, coaxing vows from Matty in the dark.

Nightmare began reciting foreign words above him, and Matty repeated them mindlessly. A thready voice whispered a translation in his ear. Was that one of Nightmare’s shadows? Did they talk ?

“I am bound to you, by body, heart, and soul. To be parted only briefly in death, and then together forevermore. Two souls made one, my mate’s and my own. My soul for my mate, and my mate’s soul for me in turn.”

Matty barely had time to marvel at the vow he’d made when a shadow nipped at his lip, reopening his wound. Nightmare’s finger swiped at the fresh drops of blood, and then his hand returned in front of Matty’s mouth.

Even in his foggy state, Matty knew what to do.

He found the base of Nightmare’s thumb, and he bit as hard as he could. Smoky copper swept over his tongue, and Nightmare’s hand was gone again.

Black smoke filled the room.

And then Matty’s body was on fire.

The languid feeling he’d been reveling in evaporated, and he was all static electricity, every muscle inside him twitching and trembling.

The bed was shaking from the force of it.

Or maybe Nightmare was shaking too? It was hard to tell.

Matty was too overwhelmed by this new jittery, buzzing need.

He could feel Nightmare’s warmth, but it wasn’t enough.

Nightmare was over him but not in him. That was wrong.

So wrong. Every part of them should be touching. Merging. Joining.

“Scary,” Matty whined.

“I’ve got you, sweet.”

Slender fingers covered Matty’s where they were clawing at the bedspread. A large hand on his. Matty clenched at it desperately.

“I need—”

“I know.”

Something broad and blunt pressed at Matty’s entrance. Bigger than fingers. Much wider than a tongue.

Matty arched his back and pressed his ass up, desperate to get at it.

“Push out, sweet. Bear down. Let me in, Matteo.”

Matty did what Nightmare said, and that impossibly thick head breached him. Pushed in. Filled him.

Matty moaned.

Every inch that Nightmare gained, that fat head pressed against everything good inside Matty, and when Nightmare bottomed out, that buzzing electricity finally calmed.

What was left was hot, perfect arousal.

“Oh fuck,” Matty cried, clenching hard around Nightmare’s cock, groaning at the sensation of being perfectly filled. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

It was going to be his favorite thing, wasn’t it? Getting fucked by his demon.

Nightmare didn’t pause, didn’t make Matty wait for more. He withdrew in one long, fluid motion and then drove right back in. Again. And again. His hands were still clasped with Matty’s, their clenched fists pressing into the mattress.

When Matty caught the rhythm, he somehow found the strength to start pushing back into it, pressing his ass up to get Nightmare even deeper.

The angles Nightmare reached made Matty’s belly clench and his cock jerk.

It felt good to move, to follow that rhythm, his cock sliding against the bedcovers whenever Nightmare pressed him down again.

“I love it,” Matty moaned. “I love it so, so much.”

He did. He loved the way Nightmare filled him, the way his big body covered him.

He loved the way their bare skin pressed together.

Loved the way Nightmare’s body was hotter than it should be, the way it made sweat prickle and gather on Matty’s skin.

He loved the growling, grunting noises Nightmare made above him, Matty’s calm and eloquent demon somewhere beyond words now.

Matty was so lost in his new love of fucking that it took him a minute to recognize the change within him. A dark presence in his chest. It was steady and strong and… hungry . So hungry. A hunger that was deeper and darker than anything Matty had ever felt.

A coveting hunger. A need to claim.

Matty froze, and Nightmare stilled above him, his cock still nestled deep within Matty.

“You want me,” Matty said with wonder. “You want me so bad.”

“Yes,” Nightmare confirmed in his low, husky rasp. It was the first time he’d spoken since their bodies had joined. His shadows gathered at Matty’s lips and cheeks and neck as he started rocking his hips into Matty again, driving that hot length into him. “And now we have you.”

The shadows traveled down from Matty’s neck to his chest, over his belly, all the way to his cock, where they stroked and squeezed.

The new pressure around his cock had Matty’s muscles clenching tight around Nightmare’s dick, and a low, dark rumble left Nightmare’s chest. And then he was slamming in even harder, pressing Matty deeper into the mattress with every thrust.

Matty had lost his own rhythm—the pressure inside him and the shadows rhythmically sucking and squeezing at his cock had him frozen.

He was afraid to breathe, afraid that if he let himself relax even the tiniest bit, he was going to come again and it was going to be too much to bear.

The pleasure would tear him into a million tiny pieces and scatter him to the winds.

But Matty didn’t have a choice as that big, bulbous cock filled him again and again. His spine was already tingling, his fingers and toes curling tightly in desperation.

“Ah, ah, ah!” was all he could say, over and over. He couldn’t find the words to warn Nightmare that he was about to dissolve.

And then it was too late. Matty was coming again, too overwhelmed to even cry out this time, only barely able to press his face hard into the bedspread and whimper as his muscles trembled, his channel clamping down again and again, milking Nightmare for all he was worth.

He was pretty sure Nightmare was coming too, his strokes stuttering as his big body pressed Matty down, down, down. He cock felt even bigger somehow, or maybe that was just from Matty’s spasming as the pleasure racked through his body.

It felt like another eternity before Matty came back to himself.

He was panting into thick fabric, half-suffocated, and he had to lift his head to the side to breathe properly again. Nightmare was still inside him, and when Matty tried to move out from under him—he wanted to see his demon’s face now—a dull pain ached, right where Nightmare was lodged.

Matty yelped at the unexpected sensation.

“Stay still, sweet.”

Despite Nightmare’s warning, Matty wiggled his hips just a little. He took stock of what he was feeling. “Scary, are you—” He wiggled again, and then he was almost sure of it. “Are we…locked together?”

“What you call my petals,” Nightmare said, and was it just Matty’s imagination, or was there an almost sheepish note in his voice? “They have…expanded.”

“Um.” Matty tried to think of something reasonable to say in response to that. “For how long?”

“For some time, I believe.”

Matty squirmed again, testing the give between them. It didn’t hurt unless he pulled too suddenly or too hard. “Is that what you thought would scare me?”

“Perhaps. I can dislodge if you wish. Though it will take some…effort.”

“Oh.” Matty considered as he relaxed back onto the mattress, done with his experimental writhing for the moment. “I don’t mind,” he finally concluded.

Actually, other than the not getting to see Nightmare’s face part, it was kind of perfect.

Matty had not only bound Nightmare to him, but he’d trapped Nightmare inside him, and without even meaning to.

He was surrounded by his demon in every way: Nightmare’s scent bathing Matty’s body, his solid weight resting on him, and his big demon cock lodged deep within him.

Matty started giggling, suddenly finding the situation unbearably funny.

Was this what that manifestation stuff people were always talking about was about? To be so insanely needy that Matty had created a universe where his demon mate physically couldn’t leave his body?

Nightmare let out an amused huff, and then he was rolling them over onto their sides without breaking the connection.

Oh, that was nice. Spooning with extras. Matty reached back and tugged Nightmare’s arm around his middle, shifting his legs until their limbs were entwined together.

He turned his head, and Nightmare caught on to the unspoken request, capturing Matty’s lips in a perfect, possessive kiss, his tongue fucking deep into Matty’s mouth.

Matty sighed into the claiming, and he couldn’t help wiggling again, playing with that fullness inside him.

There was enough leeway for him to pulse his hips a little, and it felt surprisingly good.

Like an internal massage. Nightmare took over the gentle rocking, and then Matty’s cock was filling again, a slow, nonurgent arousal building within him.

He kind of wanted to touch himself, but his limbs were too heavy to manage it.

“What’s it for?” Matty broke the kiss to ask with languid curiosity. “The petals expanding like that?”

Nightmare spread his palm over Matty’s belly. “Breeding, I suppose. I wasn’t sure if it would take—it didn’t in my only other experience. But you’ll be full by the end; perhaps that’s the intent.”

Full of Nightmare’s cum, he meant. Matty shivered. He could feel it, now that Nightmare had mentioned it—a hot warmth inside him. There’d be more of that, then.

“I will bathe you afterward. And my…secretions have healing properties. You won’t be sore, sweet.”

Nightmare almost sounded apologetic, like he was worried Matty was going to be angry with the situation.

And underneath his words, thrumming between them, Matty was getting little glimpses in the new bond too.

Kind of like fear, or some quieter version of it.

Fear that Matty would get scared. That he’d regret.

Poor Scary. Matty didn’t regret anything, except that he was so weirdly tired.

“I’m getting sleepy,” he murmured with a pout. “You can keep going though.” He pressed Nightmare’s hand harder to his belly, where he could almost swear he felt the bulge of Nightmare’s cock from the outside. “Fill me up, Scary.”

There was a hitched breath behind him. Matty craned his neck to find Nightmare’s white eyes were glowing.

“Would you like that, sweet?” Nightmare rasped, his gaze intent on Matty’s. “For me to take my pleasure while you slumber?”

It sounded perfect to Matteo. To fall asleep with Nightmare as close as he could physically be. For Nightmare to pump him full and claim him while Matty lay dead to the world.

Maybe Matty would dream about it. Maybe for once in his life, his sleep would be a place for sweet things.

He rested his head on his arm, letting his eyes fall closed, even as heat swirled low in his belly, his cock full between his legs. “Yeah, Scary. Like the vows said: I’m all yours.”