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Turning the Tables

Lyre dipped the sponge into the hot water, letting it fill with moisture as he used his other hand to brush aside Demian’s hair. He pressed the softest of kisses to the Incubus’s slender back before he raised the sponge, sliding it over the soft, pale skin.

“Lyre.” Demian sighed, leaning back against the man, his hand idly playing with the bubbles. “Why are we just sitting here?”

The God laughed softly, stroking the blond’s hair.

“Because, my beauty, we are having a bath.”

Demian frowned. “Just a bath? What about sex?”

He turned his head slightly to look up at the God, finding himself admiring the contours of his face, right down to his perfect lips. The God looked down at him with a smile, raising a hand to slide a finger along the Incubus’s lower lip.

“No time for that I’m afraid. After the bath, I have to go out.”

“Out?” Demian pouted, turning his body around and crossing his arms, shifting away from the God. But strong arms wound around his waist, pulling him back against Lyre’s body.

Demian was particularly annoyed. Since going to live with Lyre in his huge mansion, he had only been feeding from the energy that the God gave him. As such, he hadn’t had any victims in a while and the various poisons he usually injected into the humans in the form of a bite were building up in his body. In particular, an extremely potent aphrodisiac that ran through his very veins had been getting to him lately, making him almost permanently horny. Lyre was around enough for him to usually satisfy his needs and he was beginning to enjoy spreading his legs for the God a little too much. But they hadn’t had sex all day and he was getting rather…frustrated.

“Are you sure you don’t want to stay?” he asked, shifting his body backwards to press closer to Lyre, his buttocks coming into contact with the God’s smooth cock. “Are you sure you don’t want to stay here and fuck me?”

As Demian slowly began to move, rubbing his backside against Lyre, the God grabbed his upper arms, stilling his movements.

“Don’t be a bad boy.”

Demian pouted. If there was no sex involved, then there was no point staying in the bath. Baths together with no sex were for sappy human couples that had nothing better to do.

He was about to get out, abandon his plans, when an idea struck him and a devilish grin passed his pretty lips. When he turned in the large tub to face the God, Lyre watched him with a wry grin.

“It’s not like you to just take that without a fight.”

Demian didn’t reply, just grinned at the God before suddenly ducking his head beneath the water.

Lyre was startled for a moment and by the time he lowered his hands to find the Incubus, there was already a touch on his cock. He thought Demian planned to give him a blow job, but he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his right thigh. The little…He had actually bitten him.

After the sharp little teeth had sunk into his flesh, the Incubus rose from the water. Amusement danced in violet eyes as he stepped out of the tub, grabbing one of the big, fluffy towels to dry himself off.

“That was rather childish, don’t you think?” Lyre asked as he too rose from the bath, taking up his own towel. The Incubus stood with stiff shoulders, obviously irritated with him as he took up his clothing, stepping into it quickly

“Don’t be upset with me, buttercup.” he said, stepping up behind the Incubus to bend and place a kiss on his neck. “As soon as I get back, I’m all yours.”

A quick glance at the clock informed Lyre that it was time to go, and he gave Demian a last, lingering kiss before moving through to the bedroom and out into the corridor.

He didn’t realize Demian had followed him until he reached the dining room, where the number of his lovers that resided with him were sitting down to eat. The Incubus had pulled on one of Lyre’s shirts that hung so sexily on his slender frame as he stood in the doorway with a smirk on his face.

It was then that Lyre noticed a strange feeling in his body, like pinpricks along his skin, each one emanating a spike of heat. He shook his head in an attempt to ignore it, but a sudden heat flowed through his body and he stumbled, holding out an arm to steady himself against the wall. Dark eyes raised to meet amused violet orbs.

“What did you do?” Lyre asked, closing his eyes as another wave passed through him. It was a fantastic heat that coursed through his being and seemed to settle in his groin, contributing to the rapid swelling of his cock.

Demian’s lips curled into a smile.

“Just a little bite.” he said, pretending to inspect his nails. In truth, he wasn’t sure it would work on Lyre, especially after his other poisoning attempt had failed, but it seemed to have been successful. He could see the eyes of Lyre’s other lovers- stupid humans that were jealous of him- watching the two of them, wondering just as much as the God did, what Demian had done.

He enjoyed watching how it was affecting Lyre. The God stood with an arm braced against the wall for support, his fingers curled along his chest as if it hurt him. His breathing was heavy and as dark eyes turned towards him, Demian could see the lust that emanated from them.

“Come here.” Lyre said, in a dark, almost menacing tone and Demian just smiled, staying in the doorway.

“If you want me, God,” he began, toying with a lock of his hair, “You’re going to have to come over here and get me.”

And Lyre did just that. He strode across the room and grasped the Incubus with wild, hungry hands, pulling the smaller body against his own as he leaned down to devour his mouth. He wound his fingers in the soft, silky hair, holding Demian in a vice like grip as he kissed him, unwilling to let him move even a little. His body was so hot, so charged that he couldn’t resist rubbing the substantial bulge in his pants against the demon’s body.

“What have you done to me?” Lyre asked as he nipped at Demian’s ear, stroking his body with passionate fingers. The demon bared his teeth, glancing at the others over Lyre’s shoulder. They watched him with jealousy in their eyes, because he was taking what was supposed to be each of theirs. Since he had come to live with Lyre, there hadn’t been much time for them. Demian was too demanding.

He was about to answer when Lyre suddenly grabbed him around the waist, lifting him from his feet. He had to admit it was funny to see the God as he was when he was normally so composed, so suave and elegant. Lyre was in such a hurry to get Demian to the bedroom that he almost tripped on the stairs.

Once in the safety of their room, the God tossed Demian onto the bed and barely a second later was on top of him, rubbing against the length of his body as he claimed his mouth in a fierce kiss as if trying to devour his very being. A hand pushed beneath the hem of the shirt he was wearing, sliding up past his stomach to pinch one of his nipples harshly. Lyre pulled the shirt so hard that the buttons flew everywhere and leaned down to nip the hard nub, catching it between his teeth and pulling slightly, drawing a soft moan from the demon.

“Isn’t this better than going out?” Demian asked, snaking his hands down Lyre’s body to find his zipper, pulling it down in one swift movement to slide his fingers inside. He pulled the God’s cock out through the slit, wrapping his fingers around it and stroking once, slowly.

It was how it was supposed to be. With Lyre so hot and riled up, he lost his edge, his authority and domination. Sure he was dominating Demian in body, pinning him down to the mattress while he pressed hot kisses along his body, but the Incubus had won over in mind. There were no rational thoughts in Lyre’s head, or barely any that could get past his intense desire. The aphrodisiac was so strong that it could reduce anyone to one single desire for sex and it was that that made Demian smirk. It was almost how it used to be, with him firmly in charge…almost.

He let out a soft grunt as Lyre took hold of him; flipping him onto his front and pressing his weight back down on him. The God’s unclothed cock rubbed between his ass cheeks, eliciting heat wherever he touched and Demian couldn’t help but moan, curling his fingers in the sheets.

He didn’t expect Lyre to bother with preparation- he rarely did-, but he was unprepared as the God suddenly shifted into position and pressed into him, sliding into the heat of his body as quickly as he could manage. It made everything in his body tense almost impossibly and he fought the cry of pain at being almost split in two.

Demian heard Lyre groan behind him, instantly taking a firm hold on his hips. He didn’t bother with slow movements to let him get used to being filled, just slid his impossibly large cock out of the slender body almost completely and thrust back in so hard it rocked the Incubus’s form, shoving him harder against the bed.

“Is this what you wanted?” Lyre panted, his fingers digging into the Incubus’s hips harder, his nails tearing slight gashes in the skin. He thrust in again hard, rocking Demian’s body and drawing a soft noise from his lips.

The heat in his body was unbearable. He couldn’t think of anything apart from his desire, the intensity that coiled throughout his body. It made his skin tingle and his head throb with the need to take the Incubus harder. He was caught between wanting to take him harder and wanting to punish him for what he had done. Whatever he’d been going out to do- he couldn’t for the life of him remember what it was- was important, but he had abandoned all plans as soon as the first spike of heat had driven through him.

It wasn’t enough. Thrusting deep into Demian’s body, driving him down into the mattress wasn’t enough. With a noise of frustration, he slipped from the slender body, gripping the other’s thighs. With perfect ease, he flipped him onto his back, enjoying the look of surprise in violet eyes as he thrust the demon’s legs apart. It was just a split second later that he pushed into Demian’s body, his entry smoother than it had been the first time. He leaned over the Incubus’s body, placing his hands down on the mattress either side of his waist, the muscles in his back and thighs straining as he resumed his thrusts, driving in a deep as he could.

Demian was unable to resist winding his arms around the God’s shoulders, pulling him close enough for a rough and desperate kiss. His fingers slid over smooth, sweaty muscles and down Lyre’s body to grasp his buttocks, pulling him in deeper. It wasn’t just his insatiability causing him to act; it was the heat of the moment. While he had managed to dispel some of the aphrodisiac by transferring it to Lyre, some still remained in his blood, spurred on by the heat and desire he was getting from the God. It made him pant wildly, fingers digging into Lyre’s backside, head thrown back against the pillows.

Lyre took the opportunity to attack his neck with nips and kisses, knowing full well that he would bruise the pale skin. He liked to mark Demian with bruises, liked seeing them the next time they fucked, knowing that the demon wore evidence of his passion. Demian would wear more of his markings, more bruises from his slender throat right down to his smooth hips and the thought of that alone excited Lyre more than he could imagine.

The God leaned his body down, almost crushing Demian with his weight as he drove inside him, wrapping arms around the slender body. All too soon he could feel the body beneath him tense and the demon let himself go with a loud cry, spilling himself between them. Everything tightened and Lyre groaned as he felt himself falling- no- being pulled over the edge into the most intense orgasm he had had in a long time. It shuddered through his whole body, leaving him breathless and he crushed Demian tightly against his body as he rode the waves of pleasure, his essence spilling into the demon.

Lyre collapsed on top of the Incubus when he came down from his orgasm, his chest rising and falling heavily. He was surprised to find fingers pushing through his hair, brushing it back from his face in almost tender movements.

Eventually, the God withdrew, sliding his softening cock from the demon’s body, watching his seed dribble down between Demian’s thighs. Violet eyes watched him as he collapsed beside the Incubus on his back, his breathing still laboured.

He thought the climax would bring him down to earth, but while his thoughts were coming back to him, a sense of rationality permeating his mind, there was still something bothering him. It started off as a small spike of heat in his nether regions and escalated as it had before, causing his breath to pick up.

Lyre looked down, watching his cock slowly rising to the occasion. He was a God, he had stamina and he could easily fuck Demian many times a night, but usually with a small break in between. His cock however, seemed to have different ideas and soon enough it was fully engorged, throbbing as painfully as it had been before.

Without a word, Lyre grabbed the Incubus from the bed, pulling him into strong arms despite his protests to carry him through to the bathroom. He flicked the shower on and immediately pulled the naked demon under the spray, not caring about waiting for it to warm up.

Lyre captured Demian’s lips as the water washed over him, washing the bodily fluids from their skin. He twined fingers into the demon’s hair, yanking his head back and attacking his throat once more, noticing the bruises that were already forming on his skin.

“Haven’t you had enough?” Demian asked, willingly turning his head to one side, but not feeling ready enough to get fully aroused again. He had had his fun now, stopping Lyre from leaving, and he just wanted to curl up in bed. He wasn’t aware of the particular length of time that the aphrodisiac lasted, since his victims were usually dead after the first fuck. Coupled with Lyre’s stamina, it suddenly dawned on him that he was going to have a hard night.

The blond could barely resist as Lyre put pressure on his shoulders, forcing him to his knees beneath the spray of the shower. He frowned up at the God, making it very clear that he didn’t want to do what Lyre wanted, but he wasn’t given much choice as fingers forced his jaw open and the other pressed into his mouth. He considered biting, just hard enough to put the God off of his arousal, but with a roll of his eyes, he shifted up on his knees, allowing Lyre’s cock to slide into his mouth.

“You have such a pretty mouth, star dust.” Lyre groaned, leaning his head back against the tiled wall of the bathroom, his fingers tangling in Demian’s wet hair. It was tempting to try and control the Incubus’s movements, make him go faster, but he simply stayed still, allowing him to do as he wished.

His stamina faltered in the face of his fierce arousal and he soon found himself coming, filling the demon’s mouth with his copious seed. Demian struggled to swallow it all and then rose to his feet with a frown marring his pretty features, stepping beneath the shower to wash off the fluid that had dribbled down his chin.

“Are you done now? Can I leave?” he asked, running fingers through his wet hair and turning to look at Lyre. The God simple smiled back at him, running a quick hand over his own body to rid himself of anything that might be left before he stepped out of the shower. He waited until Demian had shut the water off and stepped out before grasping him once more, pushing him back against the wall and the demon could feel the beginnings of another arousal digging into his thigh. He groaned, regretting what he had done. Sure he had wanted to stop Lyre leaving, but only for the one fuck. It seemed he was going to be up all night, catering to the sexual whims of a God pumped up with aphrodisiac. He was beginning to regret the bite.

“My little Demian.” Lyre smiled, pressing the demon to the wall as he looked down at him. “You started this whole mess and you are not leaving until it is finished. Now be a good boy and turn around, I’ve a desire for something other than idle chat.”

True to form, they spent the entire night fucking in an array of positions until the sun broke over the mountains in the distance. By the time Lyre was done, Demian was exhausted and he simply lay on the bed, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible so the God wouldn’t choose to fuck him again.

He groaned as the God lay down beside him, looking like the cat that got the cream with an utterly satisfied smirk on his face.

“Well that was enjoyable.” he said, trailing fingers over Demian’s back before landing a sharp smack on his left buttock. “We shall have to do that again some time. What do you say, hm?”

The Incubus just scowled, throwing a pillow at him and burrowing himself beneath the covers, hoping to get some sleep before the mood struck Lyre once more. Lyre just laughed to himself, shifting up behind Demian, pulling the demon against his body.

“Ready for another round, darling?” he teased, pressing his naked groin against the Incubus.

“Oh shut up.” Was all he got before silence fell and the two both settled down for some much needed sleep.

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