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Side-Saddle Flower

© Coco Reed

It was always more fun when he wasn’t pressed for time. The last feeding had been a close call. He grabbed the first man who walked by and looked at him. The guy hadn’t even been attracted to him, at first. A smile came to Demian’s lips as he thought about his last man. Though he had been unaffected by him, with the slightest press of his powers, he was soon writhing beneath him in a cold, smelly alley. His final resting place. Demian hadn’t even been able to enjoy his ride, barely coming before he stooped to feed on the gasping and sweating human.

Tonight was different. He was still cutting it close by a day or more, but he felt on top of his game. Demian brought one long, creamy leg up over the other as he scanned the dark and smoky bar. Tonight he could be picky. He scrunched his button nose up as he looked over the possible candidates. Yes, tonight would not be for choosing some unworthy meal. He rolled his eyes as another country song started playing. That was the bad thing about venturing out among the insects, having to witness their asinine culture.

His prayers must have been answered, for the song stopped right before another screeching fiddle solo. He lifted his eyes to scan the room, deep violet taking in everything. They stopped on the jukebox, thick lashes fluttering as his senses mapped the different body types in the bar. He found what he was looking for. Rising from his chair, he sauntered across the nearly empty dance floor, hips swaying with every step. The man in front of the jukebox tapped long, artistic fingers against the glass before choosing from the wide selection. Demian’s sparkling peach lips curved into a smile as hard rock began to play. His eyes finally moved from the incredibly well-formed ass snug inside tight black leather pants as his prey turned. His front was even better, he found, as he looked up. A tapering waist, wide muscular chest, and broad shoulders. A tattoo shirt covered his delicious skin. How delightful.

Demian smiled up at the man smiling down at him. Thick shining black hair fell down to his back, straight with a slight wave around his face. His tan was natural, by blood and from working outside. A knee-trembling handsome face, regal and sharp. Full lips. Perfect teeth. His black eyes were bright and shined with the knowledge that he knew exactly what Demian wanted from him. Well, knew half of what he wanted. Demian tilted his head, letting his long silver-blonde hair slip like water off his shoulder. He stood still as the man looked him over as he practically posed in front of him. There was no way the stranger would not like what he was seeing.

He had dressed his mood tonight. Heavy black combat boots hugged his feet. His legs were bare, the red and black plaid skirt reaching just above his thighs. From his naval up was exposed until above his ribs. The black velvet shrug he used as a shirt barely closed, having to be clasped with three safety pins. He didn’t back away in the slightest as the man leaned close, pressing against him as he reached around his tiny figure to grab his drink. Before pulling back, his onyx eyes settled on him, breath hot against his ear.

“Do you have a name, siren?” He smiled again before taking a sip of his cherry vodka and coke.

“I am Demian. What would you like me to call you?” Demian turned and took the stranger’s drink, downing the rest before putting it back on the table behind him. He came closer, not caring if they were starting to get odd stares from the other bar-goers. The man’s eyebrow rose at the sound of his lilting, accented voice before smiling more.

Unaffected by the others as well, the man snaked an arm around his trim waist and pulled him close and up so his thigh rubbed between his legs. “Lyre Westreach. It is a great pleasure to meet you, Demian.”

* * * * *

The door marked number sixteen shook under the weight that suddenly slammed into it. Keys jingled before finding the knob and then the door burst open. Two figures struggled as they made their way clumsily to the bed as one kicked the door shut. Demian could have danced a happy jig! This man refused to fuck anywhere but a bed. Even with him nibbling on his ear and shoving a hand down his pants, Lyre remained somewhat controlled. He would have indulged the human and took him to his current home, but remembered he had yet to clean up the remains of one of his last guests. A slightly less skanky motel was the best either could do at the moment. Besides, Lyre was paying.

Lyre growled as he pushed Demian against the wall. He didn’t even bother turning the light on as Demian jumped up, wrapping his arms and legs around him. The young man moaned as he ground his skirt-covered erection against his. Lyre kept him up with one arm as the other lowered, hand grazing the silky skin of his stomach, running down his hip, and then pushing up past his clothing. His fingers slid beneath Demian’s frilly black panties as he smashed their mouths together. Demian moaned, humping against him harder as the warm hand began fondling his penis.

He unwound his legs from the older man’s waist, pushing away from him with surprising strength. An intense heat rippled through him as he kept his eyes on the man who was watching every one of his movements, black gaze sparkling with want. Turning his back he smirked as he walked farther into the dingy room. Lust hung in the air like a thick fog. He could see it shimmering, milky and pulsating with Lyre’s hunger. This was going to be good. Removing his boots with a dainty kick, he padded barefoot to the bed.

His underwear slid down his legs, the shrug falling from his willowy shoulders. As the skirt fell away he trembled, feeling the energy spike. Lyre had not tried to touch him, something every man couldn’t resist as he undressed in front of them.

“I have one rule, Mr. Westreach.” Demian leaned against the foot of the bed, opening his legs wide and running his hands along his body. He moaned, not able to deny that he was ready for his soon-to-be-lover’s cock.

“Oh?” Lyre smiled, crossing his arms over his chest. He also stood naked; the only things remaining were the silver and turquoise jewelry. “What would that be, little she-wolf?”

“If you are looking for gentle love-making, fuck off. I want you rough and I want you fast.”

Demian saw the smirk and then suddenly he was being thrown onto the bed. He wasn’t expecting the force and speed the man used. A groan escaped him as his thin wrists were pushed into the mattress while a talented mouth bit and sucked along his neck and chest. He moaned as his nipple was pinched hard between teeth, making the skin throb. With a buck of his hips he was up and straddling Lyre. As much fun as this was, he was getting a tad impatient. He groaned, grinding his groin into his when Lyre grabbed him by the hair and yanked him down for a kiss.

He pulled away, fighting the man’s grasp as he moved his way down his body. Lyre tasted delicious, his brown skin hot. Muscles twitched beneath his hands and mouth as he kissed and licked on his journey. He looked down at the cock nudging against him and smiled, lapping at the swollen head.

“My, my, I must say I have not had such a big boy in quite awhile.” He looked up through his shining bangs, eyes half-lidded with lust. “Do you think I will be able to fit you all the way inside?”

“There is only one way to know.” With that, Lyre grabbed the back of Demian’s head and pushed him down.

Demian opened his mouth, wincing as the thick organ stretched his lips. He glared but did nothing more as he concentrated on not choking. The large hand holding him never let up, beginning a rhythm he hadn’t agreed on. Working his mouth, he began to slather Lyre’s cock with his potent saliva. Kissing would have been enough to bring the human under his spell, but Demian was feeling especially vengeful. He winced, his body reacting even more, as Lyre pulled his hair tight and began fucking his mouth. Demian moaned, humming against the cock lodged in his throat. He was even able to ignore the tearing sting at the corners of his mouth. Somewhat.

He smiled around his mouthful before biting, harder than usual. However his smile faded, shock widening his amethyst eyes when there was no scream. He gasped when no blood flowed into his mouth. So surprised was he that he stopped his sucking to study the still throbbing and perfect erection. Deep, melodious laughter filled the stuffy motel room. From his sprawled position between the man’s legs, Demian slowly looked up. Lyre was barely panting, smiling smugly and eyes shining. Demian yelped, his cock pulsing as the fist tightened around his long hair gave a sharp tug, bringing him to land across Lyre’s chest.

“Disappointed, little vixen?” he asked before smashing their mouths together again.

Demian winced, his lips crushed between two sets of teeth. When he was let go his eyes widened, scanning the room. They were no longer in the charge-by-the-hour love nest. Thick darkness surrounded them, nothing to be seen for miles. A heavy fog flowed over the ground. For all he knew they were hanging over an abyss to never return. Demian squirmed, catching his breath as he slipped around on the white silk sheets beneath him. The bed they were on was huge, enough to fit four men. Unfortunately, there was only one man and Demian glared at it, realizing he wasn’t a man at all.

“Who the fuck are you?”

“I told you my name already. Are you always so quick to forget your lovers, Demian?” Lyre kneeled onto the bed and crawled over to his sprawled companion. A smile came to his full, bruised lips when he felt him tense as he ran his hand up his leg.

“Get off!” Demian tried to kick him away, anger rising when Lyre easily dodged him and chuckled at his antics. He was beyond pissed off! “I can’t believe this!”

“Believe what, stardust?” Lyre seemed honestly curious as he caught the lethal, clawed hand that swiped at him. Keeping the nails at a safe angle, he planted kisses from his wrist down to the inside of his elbow.

Demian sat up, trembling from the attention shone to his limb. He tried pulling his arm away with no success. “I wasted my entire evening on an immortal!” Now that Lyre wasn’t cloaking his aura, he found he was a powerful immortal at that.

“It wounds me, honestly, that you feel that way.”

He hissed, baring needle-like hooked fangs as Lyre jerked him forward and his head back to run his tongue down his neck. “Fuck off!” Demian struggled, his arms beginning to ache while they were pinned hard to his sides. “I need to feed!”

“You will live going without for awhile longer, my baby demon.” Lyre smirked, kissing along his jaw and corner of his mouth.

Lyre dodged the venom he spat at him easily, infuriating him further. Demian scratched and snapped his jaws to no avail as he was turned to face his former potential victim, deposited in the immortal’s lap. “My lifetime has expanded across millennia, maggot. Who are you to patronize me this way?” His body shook from anger and burning arousal. Demian hollered as he was slammed into the fluffy mattress.

“Try the man who was around when the first innocent human climbed out of the darkness.” Lyre smirked as those beautiful eyes widened once again before he took the incubus’ weeping erection into his mouth.

Demian arched up, mouth open in a silent scream. The cavernous mouth was hot and wet, fitting him to the root. A thick and energetic tongue licked up and down, rubbing with rough taste buds along the pulsing vein. It wrapped around his cock, squeezing like a boa before releasing him to taste again. Lyre hummed, swallowing, and closed his throat around him. Demian clawed at his own body, lust driving him mad. The pain made the pleasure nearly unbearable. He gasped, whimpering as Lyre let go with a loud smack.

The god only moved to grab his hips, lowering to lap at his erection at a different angle. Demian let his cries lift into the air as his hips rose and fell with sharp jerks, fucking Lyre’s talented mouth. Four fingers shoved inside of him all at once, blinding him with intense pain and magnifying the exquisiteness of the suction on his cock. With a scream Demian ejaculated in the waiting mouth. As he caught his breath, he cracked open his eyes to glare at Lyre. The god wiped at the corner of his mouth, eyes never leaving his as he turned his head to spit his load out. A drop or two landed on the sheets, smoking and hissing as it ate through the material.

Demian opened his mouth to let loose a string of insults but only managed a lusty growl, squirming about against his will as Lyre thrust his embedded digits deeper into his channel. The smooth fingers massaged his insides, finding his prostate easily. Demian threw his head back, panting and moaning when his dick began to wake once more. Hearing his lover laugh made him snap. He lunged, groaning as the hand was ripped from his body, but ignored the loss and sting as he knocked Lyre onto his back.

He shoved his mouth against Lyre’s, abusing his lips and tongue. The cock pressed against his twitched. Demian slipped his thighs around the god’s hips, pushing his bottom against his weeping tip to tease. Strong arms wrapped around him as Lyre returned the kiss. The metallic taste of blood heightened Demian’s senses, sending him into frenzy. The small blonde wrestled his prey down, grabbing Lyre’s wrists to pin above his head. They both gasped as Lyre’s cock settled at his opening. Demian kept from pushing down, controlling his urges. He wanted this man, this charmingly arrogant bastard of a god to lose restraint first! How dare he play with an incubus in need of sustenance!

A smile came to him as he stared down at his captive. Lyre was sweating, flushed, the need bleeding through in his black eyes. Small drops of milky pink poison dripped from his fangs, landing on the god’s delicious bottom lip. Demian couldn’t help grinding his ass down onto the waiting cock a little bit more when Lyre readily licked the burning aphrodisiac away. His nostrils flared, penis growing harder.

“You could easily enslave me, my beautiful asp.” Lyre arched up, smiling as Demian impaled himself and dragged his talons down his arms.

Demian sank his nails into Lyre’s shoulders, earning another appreciative moan from the god beneath. “I am not yours.” He lifted off of his cock and slammed back down.

Throwing his head back, the demon balanced himself as he rode hard. He was in so much need. How dare he be made to wait! It wasn’t as if he was getting a meal out of this either. With that thought he clenched his muscles, smirking as Lyre cried out again. Demian gasped as hands were suddenly on his hips, crushing him in their hold.

“Oh fuck! Oh!” Demian’s head lolled back as Lyre moved him up and down. Fast and hard, rough and severe he was bounced about on his cock. His ass began to ache as the thick monster within him pushed deep.

Lyre rose, still thrusting hard as he kissed the demon’s gaping mouth. He left one bruising hip to run his hand through the liquid silver hair, pulling it tight at the scalp. “It is refreshing to not be concerned with going easy on a lover, for a change. Humans are easily destroyed beneath our ardor. Do you agree?”

Demian could only groan in reply, dragging his claws across Lyre’s back. He shuddered, his untouched cock leaking as Lyre left little bites down his body. The god’s teeth sank into the flesh between his shoulder and neck. Demian cried out, moving faster as the feel of his blood ran down his back. They fell onto the bed, rutting like savage beasts as their blood joined. New cuts were made as they each grabbed for purchase on each other’s smooth skin. Lyre hitched one of Demian’s ghostly pale legs over his shoulder, angling his hips for a deeper drive.

The incubus screamed, widening his legs and swallowing the god’s length further. His prostate was constantly being hit. Though his anus was stretched beyond its limits and stinging with pre-cum and blood, he didn’t want the huge appendage to disappear. Their lips met again, sucking and biting at one another. Demian groaned, wincing as Lyre pulled out and flipped him over. He pushed his ass up, wiggling it as hands roughly kneaded his reddened flesh. A growl escaped him when teeth nipped at one cheek. He shrieked, immediately moving back and forth as Lyre shoved inside of him.

With only completion in mind, Lyre grabbed his hips and moved. Their pace was sharp, painful, and satisfying. Demian felt blood run down his throat as his screams began to affect his vocal cords. He was flattened into the mattress, his cock trapped between his sweaty body and the silk sheets. Once again the god used his hair as a handle and dragged his head up. His neck was in a painful angle as Lyre raped his mouth, pushing his tongue inside to taste every sweet corner. Demian screamed into the kiss as his body erupted in orgasm. He collapsed onto the bed as Lyre rutted a few seconds more to drain himself inside his abused body.

Panting, Demian could do nothing but lie in an awkward heap. His energy was gone. His body was slowing down, shutting down. That had been intense. Too intense. Had it been a human he could have handled the situation better, already done and fed. If he had met Lyre anytime sooner, he would be fine. However, he had been too weak to take on a god. With short gasps of air, Demian tried to calm his body. He needed to leave, needed to find some food. He didn’t even wince, though a last flutter of pleasure went through him, when Lyre pulled out.

Not having the strength to glare, Demian pushed at Lyre’s chest when he rolled him over. The god looked like he was almost ready for round two and Demian felt panic rising. “Let…go…” He tried to roll away and out of wherever his lover had taken him to, but only managed a small nudge toward the edge of the bed. “I…need to…feed…”

Lyre shook his head, smiling at the flushed and dying beauty in his bed. Demian was growing paler, colder, his hair dulling. Those lovely eyes were dim, fighting to stay open. He cupped his head and turned him towards him, lowering his mouth onto his. Black eyes closed, concentrating on flooding Demian’s body with his aura. Bright and gold energy, warm and potent – the best kind to feed on and the rarest to get. He felt on fire, his body tingling at the exchange. When the small body against his shifted he pulled away. A dazzling smile flashed across his mouth as he looked at the rejuvenated demon scowling at him. He was too adorable, glaring and pouting his shining lips. Lyre kissed the exhausted immortal on the nose.

“You must learn to take better care of yourself, my procrastinating dark one.” He was not deterred in the slightest as small hands pushed at his chest.

“Fuck off and choke.” Demian growled, yawning and not fighting too hard when hands moved up and down his healed body, cupping his ass and petting his hair. In another moment he was asleep, pulled under by his instincts to heal his tired nerves after an intense feeding.

Lyre took the liberties of burrowing them into a nest of silk and feather pillows. He sighed, enjoying his long-lasting afterglow. Demian was an interesting pet he would have to keep tabs on. Pulling the demon close he began to drift off. In his sleep he caressed Demian’s perfect skin, taking advantage of cuddling with him since he was too weak to deny him.

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