luna-disapproves: To Love and Possess- Chapter 1 It was raining again, and Jakobe huddled in the dar
luna-disapproves: To Love and Possess- Chapter 1 It was raining again, and Jakobe huddled in the dark doorway with his arms crossed and a damp cigarette dwindling between his dry lips. Even with the door closed behind him he could hear the soft moans and intermittent cries of pleasure, and as they rose in fervor he curled in a little tighter on himself, trying not to think about the beautiful demon he was guarding, and his friend’s blonde bimbo prey. He knew that working girls were the safest targets, but after everything Orthon had done for him it was heartbreaking to see him living in the human equivalent of McDonald’s. Growing up he’d heard plenty of stories about demons and hell in church, but his hell had been at home, and his demons had been his father and brothers. As the youngest and prettiest he’d taken massive abusive, and he’d been laying on the floor in the cellar sometime long after a particularly brutal session when he’d felt cold hands touch his naked legs in the pitch blackness. At first he’d been sure it was death himself there to claim him, and a deep rumbling voice had spoken to him in a language he didn’t understand. It had gone through several languages before finally finding one where its question of, “boy, can you understand me?” made sense, and Jakobe had made a feeble attempt at saying “yes.” His memories after that were calm and hazy, and the next thing he had really been aware of was painfully blinding light and the smell of smoke, and a feeling of weightlessness, and finally nothing at all. There had been many days of blissful nothing, and when he had finally awoken he’d found himself laying inside the same small, shabby house he was now guarding, with a dark haired man decorated with coins and bangles trying to get him to drink water. Even at only 8 years old he’d known at once that he loved his handsome, unusual savior, even after he’d noticed the horns and claws and glowing eyes. Orthon was never anything but loving and platonic towards him, though, doting on him like his own child. They lived in a lavish house just outside the city, and enjoyed the finest things. The trade was that Jakobe lured women to this shack for Orthon to prey on, and then dropped them off back in the world, staged to seem like they’d just passed out drunk. It was a tortuous job when all he wanted was for Orthon to prey on HIM instead, but when he heard the faint bell he spit the cigarette butt from his mouth and opened the car door in front of him before darting inside to grab the girl. She was still moaning with pleasure and mumbling incoherently in her sleep but Jakobe wrapped her in a blanket, scooped her up and carried her out to the car. He felt Orthon’s hand brush his shoulder as he went by but pretended he hadn’t, and he silently got in the car and drove away. He wanted to dump her somewhere awful out of spite, but having endured years of abusive he couldn’t bring himself to make someone else suffer just to feel better himself. He dropped her off on the covered steps of a women’s shelter, blanket and all, and then hurriedly got back into the car and drove away. Back at the shack Orthon was waiting for him out front, and he quickly got into the passenger seat. “Dreadful weather tonight. You didn’t get too wet dropping her off, did you?” Orthon’s hand stroked his hair and patted his jacket to check, and Jakobe had to fight back a frustrated moan. “No, I’m fine, and I dropped her at a women’s shelter, so she’ll be fine.” Orthon’s laugh was dark and melodious and it made Jakobe’s whole body burn with need. “You’re so considerate, Jakobe. That’s why I admire you so much; you’re kind hearted, and you think of things I never would.” Unexpectedly, Orthon’s hand came to rest on his thigh, and the surge of heat it sent through his body was so distracting that he nearly drove them straight off the bridge they were crossing. Thankfully he didn’t do that, but he did gasp softly under his breath and squirm a little, and the hand abruptly abandoned him. He felt dazed. Orthon had never touched him like that before, and suddenly Jakobe realized that his cock was so hard that it felt ready to burst out of his pants. Thankfully the rest of the ride home was silent, and he dropped Orthon off at the front door before going to park the car in the garage with the others. He stalled for as long as he could, but no matter what he thought of his cock just would not go down, and he finally had to just tuck its aching, hypersensitive length up into the waistband of his pants. Unfortunately that left the tip exposed, trapped against his stomach and covered only by his thin shirt, but it was the best he could do at the moment. Inside the house he found the fireplace roaring with red and blue flames, and he went to the kitchen to grab a snack before going up to bed. Suddenly, very close behind him, Orthon said, “Jakobe, come with me. We need to talk.” Jakobe’s heart plummeted and suddenly he was trembling all over. Orthon had never said that before, but Jakobe had seen enough movies to know that was never a good thing. Sure enough, when he turned around he found Orthon’s face stern and his shoulders squared, but Jakobe had no choice but to follow him upstairs. He thought they might go to the library, or the upstairs parlor, but instead Orthon stopped in front of the heavy black door to the one room Jakobe had never been allowed to enter before. Now he was really scared. Was Orthon going to kill him? The door creaked open, and smoke and red light poured out into the hall. It smelled like incense and blood, and as they entered he realized the air itself had a viscous, dreamlike quality to it. The room was done all in shades of orange and red, and seals with different runes hung from every wall. The floor and ceiling were absolute black, and it created an eerie sense that they were floating in nothingness, protected only by the walls and seals. Orthon sat down on a plush red couch and Jakobe followed, perching uncomfortably on the edge. He had thought his raging erection would have subsided by now, but it was still going strong. “Jakobe… as much as it pains me to say this, I think it’s time for you to move out and rejoin the human world.” Jakobe’s whole being seemed to crumble, and he stared in scared disbelief at the sad but firm expression of the demon he treasured far more than his own life. No… no this couldn’t be happening.mHe felt sick with fear and panic and he quickly shook his head, trying to force back his tears and mounting horror. How could this be happening? “No… no! Please, Orthon, I.. I..” he was crying, and he hadn’t planned what to say before he started the sentence, but when Orthon sadly finished for him with, “have been affected by my thrall. I’ve tried to be so careful, but I think you’ve reached the age where it’s unavoidable,” Jakobe knew that that wasn’t what he’d meant to say at all. The panic he’d been starting to feel was abating, replaced by recklessness. He had no intention of leaving Orthon or returning to the human world, so if honesty lead to death now he didn’t care. If he couldn’t be with Orthon, then he’d rather just be dead, so he grabbed one of the tightly curled fists in Orthon’s lap and held it while he said, “no… I love you. I’ve loved you since the first moment I saw you, and every moment since then.” Orthon’s eyes were wide with disbelief and he tried to jerk his hand back, but Jakobe refused to let go. “Every night I’ve brought you food, and then I’ve taken the girls back when you’re done, but every time I hear you fucking them I just want to cry. I… I wish you’d just feed on me instead!” Orthon wasn’t trying to get away anymore, but he didn’t look convinced either. “Jakobe… I..” The fist Jakobe was holding relaxed, and curled to hold his hand while he said, “I can’t. I.. I could never feed on you. When I found you, you were so hurt, so broken. You had lost so much of your soul that you were about to die, and I’ve done everything I can to help restore it. I can’t bring myself to take any of it from you again. I can smell your desire, though, and I fear that if you don’t leave now I will lose my restraint.” Losing his restraint was exactly what Jakobe wanted him to do though, and now that he knew how close to victory he was his tactic changed. He smiled, shifting closer and rubbing up against the demon while he whispered, “please lose your restraint, Orthon? Please don’t push me away… look at how much I need you…” Jakobe pulled up his shirt, teasingly showing off the few inches of red, leaking, painfully hard cock sticking out of the top of his pants. As he’d hoped, Orthon looked absolutely stunned and ravenous at the sight, and Jakobe leaned back on the couch. He smiled invitingly, unbuttoning his pants and spreading his legs while he said, “you look hungry, Orthon. Please don’t push me away, I want you to fuck me and feed on me like you do to all those stupid sluts. You’ve deprived yourself for so long… please feed on me?” Orthon’s restraint visibly stretched thinner with each word, until finally he pounced. The movement was faster than Orthon could see, and he went from sitting there with his cock half out, to naked on his back beneath Orthon in what seemed like an instant. Jakobe’s heart leapt with excitement, and his cock audibly thumped against his stomach. The demon’s eyes were beginning to glow, his fangs lengthening, his face distorting, and when he growled, “there’s a difference between feeding and fucking. Which do you want, love?” there was an otherworldly echo to the words. His heart was pounding in his throat, and he was so completely consumed with need that all he could do was whimper a soft, “both?” Orthon laughed, using one hand to pin Jakobe’s both over his head so he could stroke his naked chest and stomach unobstructed, slowly working down towards Jakobe’s cock. It was twitching and leaking on his stomach, seemingly only a few strokes away from cumming. The moment that cold, tingly hand closed around his cock something started to happen, though; there was a weird shift, a heightening of sensation, dizziness, and then he found himself sitting up on the couch, seemingly alone. For a moment he panicked, but then a hand was on his cock again, only somehow everything was different. Jakobe cried out with shock and confusion, trembling almost violently from the most profound pleasure he’d experienced. It felt like he was drowning in it, but then he heard Orthon whisper, “shhhhh sit back… relax… or do you want me to stop?” As his senses returned a little, Jakobe looked down and realized his body was not entirely his own; his underlying physique remained, but his hands looked like Orthon’s, his skin was a different color, his ginger hair now black, he was wearing the protective bangles and coins that tethered Orthon to the human world, and his cock was absolutely huge. Somehow it was like they had fused together, and when a hand started stroking his cock again he cried out, trying to find something to hold onto because it felt as if he might sink entirely into this consuming pleasure. He could hear the sound of upholstery ripping, but it seemed a world away. He realized that at first sight he seemed to be touching himself, but neither the hand nor the massive cock were his own, even though he could feel them both. “This is how I feed, Jakobe. I didn’t fuck any of those girls.. I possessed them, and then I did this…” he leaned forward, and Jakobe realized that he was actually possessed. He was moving too, getting closer and closer to their cock. Their mouth opened and a forked tongue slid out to greet the leaking head, swirling and licking and tasting the hot, bitter, inky black liquid that was starting to dribble out until he was moaning incoherently with the need to cum. To him it tasted kind of bad, but Orthon moaned and started sucking harder, working the shaft with both hands. “Mmmmm Jakobe… even the darkness in your soul… tastes sweet…” he was slobbering all over their cock hungrily, working it deep and deeper down their throat. It was an impossibly strange sensation feeling his cock sucked deeper and deeper while also feeling his throat expand to accommodate it. Then Orthon started forcing them further down onto their shared cock, working it harder and deeper than Jakobe had imagined possible, until he felt the head breech the entrance to their stomach. His eyes went wide with shock, and when Orthon started sucking he came immediately, shrieking and convulsing inside while Orthon hungrily devoured the liquified piece of his soul that was spurting out of their cock, straight into his demon belly. It seemed to go on forever, long enough that he wondered if Orthon had lost his self control and was going to devour him entirely, but finally they sat back, gasping hard for breath, and as their bodies parted Jakobe flopped sideways onto the couch, trembling and moaning and rubbing his somehow still hard cock on the cushion under him. He felt too tired to speak aloud, but somehow Orthon still seemed to hear him beg, “please fuck me… please… please I need it.. please…” There was a disbelieving laugh and strong hands gripping his hips, shifting him over so his ass was in the air. He was sure he was about to get what he wanted, but instead of a cock against his asshole he felt the soft, smooth slide of Orthon’s forked tongue licking and rubbing, probing the hole that despite being thoroughly stretched in the past was now tight from years without being fucked. “Not tonight, little one. If this is really what you want then we won’t be rushing. I won’t fuck you until I’m confident your pussy is trained well enough to take my entire cock without hurting you.” The mouth worshipping his asshole didn’t stop, and Jakobe realized the voice had been in his head. Even though their bodies had separated, it was like a piece of Orthon was still inside him. Another piece soon joined, when the demon tongue pressed through the tight ring of muscle and into his hungry, clenching hole. He moaned helplessly, biting the cushion and arching his ass up higher, desperate for more. The tongue slowly pressed deeper and deeper, writhing and pulsing and thrusting inside him until he came violently and abruptly, his untouched cock twitching and pulsing freely as his balls drained all over the couch. For a moment he worried that Orthon would be angry, but when the tongue slid out of his ass he felt himself shifted around a little, and soon heard the sounds of his cum getting slurped off of the upholstery. He wanted to watch, or see if he could make Orthon cum too, but consciousness was quickly fading away. “Alright, love, time for bed…” Orthon kissed his cheek, and with the last of his strength Jakobe grabbed him and dragged him closer until their mouths were clumsily pushed together. Orthon tried to break away but Jakobe held on, thrusting his tongue inside to feel the sharp teeth and forked tongue, which seemed to have returned to its normal length. He kissed Orthon for as long as he could, until the demon finally broke away with a soft laugh and said, “That’s enough. Time for bed, little devil.” His arms slid under Jakobe and picked him up, but Jakobe was already asleep, drifting into sweet dreams of dark hair and soft hands, sharp teeth and hard cock, and visions of the day when he would finally get to be fucked by the demon he’d spent his life longing for. ———- Request: a demon boy who feeds on girls is approached by a human male friend who says he should feed only on him from now on, and is at some point tied up. Chapter 2 will have the tying up -- source link