The House of Honey and Venom
Chapter 3
“Alright, darling, alright.” Esperoth gave a tired laugh as he hooked a few fingers under Kelsin’s chin, pulling Kelsin’s lips off his softening cock. “I think you’ve well and truly worn me out. Sated yet?”
Kelsin had lost track of how many times he’d made Esperoth come. His chin was wet with saliva and seed, his lips swollen from use, his mouth coated in that sweet, nectar-like taste. He could take more—he would like more… But he wasn’t starving, and that was an improvement.
His head buzzed pleasantly with all of Esperoth’s ecstasy. It muted the soreness of his temples and the pangs of guilt that lingered in his chest. “Sated might be a strong word, but… I feel better.”
Be angry, a voice inside him screamed. Be afraid. This is a devil. He’s turning you into a monster.
But Esperoth’s smile was soft, his eyes sleepy. “I made you what you are, little one, and I will always take care of you.”
There was an almost magnetic force between them. Kelsin wanted nothing more than to stay right here with Esperoth, no matter how reason tried to convince him otherwise. He wanted to lay in those crimson arms and never leave.
Esperoth moved a hand up the side of Kelsin’s face toward his hairline, gently thumbing at one of the sore spots. “Oh! This one is beginning to poke through.”
“What? How?”
“It’s going to be a quicker process than you’re probably expecting. The more you consume, the faster it will go. Here…” Esperoth slid off the bed and held out a hand.
Kelsin took it, allowing himself to be walked, still naked, to the far side of the massive room. Here, there was a large vanity, several armoires that bore intricate carvings, and a standing mirror. Esperoth’s hands covered Kelsin’s shoulders, guiding him in front of the mirror.
He hardly recognized the face looking back.
Kelsin’s skin had been pasty before, but tinted by the red of his blood, as any human face was. The one he saw now was a deathlike pale gray.
His hair was sometimes called white by his friends, but really it had been an ivory blonde, still yellow-hued in most lights. Now it had the same blankness of untouched snow, of unmarked paper, of heat-bleached bone.
Then there were his eyes, which were red in the most unadulterated sense. Bloody, cherry red.
“What…?”
“You’re incredible,” Esperoth breathed. “Enchanting, even. Here, this is what I wanted to show you.” He parted the unruly fringe of Kelsin’s bangs to reveal a tiny, pointed stud poking out from his scalp.
Kelsin leaned forward, bowing his head to get a better look. “And that’s… actually growing out of my head?” It was medium gray with a faint texture of concentric rings, like the horns of a ram.
“Yes,” Esperoth smiled. He moved his hands to the other temple, showing Kelsin a second stud, identical to the first. “There are a few common motifs, but no pair of horns will grow exactly the same way. Yours may curve, grow straight, or even twist. I look forward to their completion.”
As Kelsin took in the details of his appearance, Esperoth’s large hands slid down to his bare chest. The spark of delight Esperoth took from this was not lost on Kelsin, and he drank it in. It made him shiver, wanting more, but he knew he’d already taken enough. It would be rude to ask.
“Esperoth, how long will it take for my body to settle down? How long until I start to feel less… I don’t know… like a wild animal?”
“It will take until you’ve grown into your full demonic form. That includes your horns, claws, fangs, wings, and tail.”
“God. In that order?”
Esperoth chuckled. “Give or take. It’s a bit different for everyone.” He leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to the top of Kelsin’s head. “Don’t worry, my dear. It won’t be long. Your horns may be done by the end of the day, so long as we keep feeding you. We’ll get you a bath and some fresh clothes. Then you’ll meet the others.”
The air notably cooled as Esperoth pulled away and opened one of the armoires. He glanced between Kelsin’s body and the different fabrics for a long while. Finally, he gathered up a white bundle in his arms.
Kelsin didn’t pay the clothing much mind. He was still processing that last statement. “There are more like me?”
“Oh, yes. I told you that, didn’t I?” He handed Kelsin the bundle before pulling open one of the vanity drawers. “These will match well.” He piled a few accessories into Kelsin’s arms: a set of gold bands. “They are to be worn over the biceps and forearms. Now, let me show you the bath. Come along now.”
The “bath” proved to be a sprawling chamber of white marble with an array of steaming pools. Along three walls were shelves upon shelves of salves, lotions, soaps, and towels. The farthest wall contained a gilded mirror that stretched from floor to ceiling.
Once Esperoth left him to bathe, Kelsin stepped into the water and washed himself slowly. His chest and arms were sore from how long he’d spent propped up on his elbows. His jaw hurt, too. It all painted a wildly vivid picture, which brought a fresh blush to his cheeks.
Just twenty-four hours ago, Kelsin had been a shy virgin. Now he acted like a wild dog in heat. He wanted to be disgusted with himself, but all he felt was a strange mix of satisfaction and gnawing hunger. As he imagined it, he could still feel the heady weight of a cock on his tongue, the smoothness of taut muscle under his fingertips, the delight in his core as ecstasy channeled from another’s body into him. It was all he could think about. The hunger was everything.
He luxuriated in the bath for as long as he could before it became too much. He needed to find someone else who would let him feed. If he had to—God forbid—try to seduce someone, he would give it a go. Whatever it took to get them moaning for him. To get what his body craved.
“God damn it…” he sighed, running his hands through his wet hair. “Get it together, clear your mind, come on…” He dunked his head under, crossed his legs, and pushed himself to the bottom of the pool. He thought the ache of his lungs would be overwhelming enough to mask the hunger, but it wasn’t. In fact, no matter how long he stayed beneath the water, his throat didn’t burn and his chest didn’t beg for air. He pushed himself up, inhaling as he breached the surface. He felt his diaphragm flex, felt his lungs fill like balloons, but it didn’t give him any relief. He didn’t need it.
He put two fingers to his neck, searching for the reliable beat of his heart, and felt nothing.
-XXX-
The bundle Esperoth had given him turned out to be an elegant silken robe that hung over one shoulder, not unlike a toga or chiton. The golden bands on his arms made him feel like he was in a Greek god Halloween costume, but their shine and weightiness suggested they were real. He took a long moment to examine his reflection again, and to check the progress of his horns. They were just long enough now to poke past his hair: little gray cones against a sea of white.
It surprised him, but for once, Kelsin liked the way he looked. He may have been a monster now, but his skin was perfectly smooth, his hair thicker, his teeth whiter. This body was made to seduce, and he felt more confident in his appearance than he ever had before.
Once he finished in the bathroom, Kelsin wasn’t sure where to go, so he explored, wandering around the corner and down a long hallway. Along one side were floor-to-ceiling windows that revealed a barren snowscape. Mountains loomed in the distance, capped with jagged ice formations. A blizzard raged silently against the glass.
Finally, the hallway opened into a grand common room with a decorated hearth against the far wall. Before the hearth was a sprawling red and gold rug, where several people lounged on piles of pillows—if “people” was the right word for them.
Really, they were fully fledged demons, with huge wings folded behind their backs and sprawling horns atop their heads. Each had a different complexion, with unique motifs of color throughout their body. Where Kelsin was monotone except for his eyes, one woman’s hair was streaked with lavender, and her white, curling horns were tipped with the same hue.
The first one to see him was a woman with crimson skin a shade lighter than Esperoth’s. Her horns were black and straight, her equally red hair tied back in a long ponytail. “Oi, the newborn is here!” She flashed him a fanged smile.
As Kelsin approached, the group eagerly inspected him from head to toe. A muscular man wearing leather straps shot him a sensual smirk, and the woman with the purple-tipped horns licked her lips.
The crimson woman ushered him forward, holding out her hand. When Kelsin set his fingers in hers, she gently pulled him down into the mess of pillows with them. “What’s your name?” she asked.
“Kelsin,” he said, trying to get comfortable among the cushions as all three shuffled closer, the curiosity clear on their faces.
Being surrounded like this was making him break into a nervous sweat, but that new part of him—the hungry part—was excited. He shifted his legs, trying to hide that he was growing hard all over again. But in the back of his mind, he knew they could sense it. Could smell it on him. He wondered what his own arousal smelled like.
The one with the purple-tipped horns gave a slow sigh, reaching out to brush the hem of his robe with her fingers. “Were we all this ravenous in the beginning?”
“Of course we were,” said the crimson woman. “I still remember the feeling. And he has a lot of growing to do.” She ran a hand through his hair, revealing his tiny horns. “Look at the little nubs!” Kelsin winced, and she eased up. “Oh, did I hurt you?”
“It’s okay. They’re just sore.” Kelsin shook his damp hair back into place. He wasn’t used to being the center of attention like this, and he was eager to take the focus off himself. “Are, um, are you all incubi and succubi?”
“Yes,” the same woman smiled. “And—ah, terribly sorry. We haven’t had proper introductions. I’m Elena.”
“Eryie,” said the purple-white woman.
“Kaenon,” said the man.
“It’s… nice to meet you guys. I’m Kelsin. I have a lot of questions. And, well, I don’t know if you could maybe… help me with my, uh…”
“Your hunger,” Elena finished for him. “And yes, of course. We’ll get you sorted. Who’s fed the most recently?
“Probably me,” Kaenon said. “I had three yesterday.”
They mumbled amongst themselves, agreeing that was the most any of them had fed. Once it was decided, Kaenon got comfortable against a bundle of pillows, propping himself up. He motioned Kelsin over as he began to unfasten the leather from his waist.
Anxiety coiled in Kelsin’s gut as he tried to imagine doing this in front of everyone. “Do you, um…” There was no way to ask this delicately. “Do you normally lie with each other? Or do you feed from humans, most of the time?”
“It depends on the day,” Elena said. “We feed regularly from mortals. A handful of demons, too.” She looked at Kaenon, and her smile turned mischievous. “You know what I haven’t had, though? An angel.”
Eryie gave a wistful sigh. “In my head, they taste like sunshine and sugar.”
Kaenon laughed. “Please. We have the next best thing right here, don’t we?” He shot Kelsin a wink. “He has a certain aura of gentleness. Innocence. Doesn’t he?”
Kelsin got settled on his knees between Kaenon’s legs, face hot and cock stiff between his thighs. He didn’t see how he could look innocent, given the state he was in. Especially when Kaenon pulled his cock free of its restraints and offered it to Kelsin, who took it with embarrassingly little hesitation.
He wrapped his hand around the base, trying his best to ignore how strange this all was. Kaenon’s skin was red toned as well, a hue darker than Elena’s, and perfectly smooth under his fingers. At the first stroke of his hand over the shaft, a stream of energy rushed into him, and he sighed with relief.
Kaenon gave a sigh of his own, leaning his head back. “So soft. You’re going to be a real tease, you know that?”
“I can already see his style,” Eryie said. “The shy, gasping boy, eager to please but unsure of himself. The world is going to eat that up. Some will be gentle and treat him like a sweet virgin. Others will want to break him.” She gave a deep inhale at the thought. “Don’t worry though, baby. You can’t break an incubus. And if anyone is too rough for your liking, I’ll take care of you afterward.”
Kelsin shut his eyes as he focused on the flow of pleasure, now working both hands over Kaenon’s shaft. He was hyper aware of every time his own cock brushed the thin, loose fabric between his thighs.
A pair of soft hands came to rest on his shoulders, massaging them. Claws scratched lightly at his collarbone. “Feel free to ask your questions now.” Elena’s voice was right next to his ear, and Kelsin leaned back into her touch. “What would you like to know?”
“I…um…” It was a struggle to conjure words with his body so occupied. “Why am I here? Was I chosen to be an incubus, or was I in the wrong place at the wrong time?” Kelsin’s voice was breathy and thin. “Am I dead?”
“You’re in an in-between state now. A sort of undeath.” Elena hit a spot between his shoulder blades that tore a moan from Kelsin’s throat. “Your heart doesn’t beat, and time won’t age your body. You can bleed, but you’ll need to consume blood to keep a supply of it in your veins. This is important, especially when you’re taking on a male form… for obvious reasons.” There was a smile in her voice at those words. “You’ll be able to change your form too, once you’ve bedded others. Any that you bring to climax are added to your repertoire. You can become them, if you so choose, in any aspect of your physical state.”
Suddenly, those hands on Kelsin’s shoulders grew larger and firmer. He opened his eyes and was surprised to find that the fingertips were no longer clawed. When he glanced over his shoulder, Elena was a young human man with brown hair. “More often than not, you’ll want to use these guises when seducing mortals. They can get a little frightened by your true form.” She changed back, right before his eyes, in a shimmer of crimson light.
“I’ve, um, actually already slept with someone since I started changing,” Kelsin said. “Before Esperoth brought me here. Are you saying I could turn into her?”
“Oh, you did? Then yes. Picture her in your mind, as well as you can. Remember what she smelled like, what her life force felt like inside you. Then just… will yourself to change.”
Kelsin did, concentrating on Anna’s beautiful blonde hair, her cinnamon and vanilla smell. The spice of her blood and the delightful pressure in Kelsin’s abdomen when he was inside of her. The softness of her.
With a shimmer of white light, he felt his robe slip down his shoulders, and the gentle brush of hair over his neck and back. His hands were now dainty and manicured, the nails painted baby pink. He pulled them back. It wasn’t right, the sight of Anna’s familiar hands on a stranger’s sex.
“There you go!” Eryie cheered. “Such a fast learner.”
Kelsin pictured himself again, willing the image of Anna away, and then his own body was filling his clothes again. His organs rearranged, his chest flattened, and his hair shortened. But it didn’t feel wrong. In a sense it was almost instinctual.
“Oh, Kelsin,” Kaenon smirked. His pupils were blown wide with pleasure. “Maybe you could go back to that form again, yeah? Ride me a little?”
Kelsin’s body went cold at the thought. No. That was too much. He shook his head. “I’m sorry… It wouldn’t be right. She’s my friend.”
The moment his mind replayed what happened to her, his guilt returned at full force. He dropped his hands over his lap, looking down at his knees. “I, um…” He sighed. “I have a very serious question about her, actually.”
Eryie and Kaenon exchanged a glance, their expressions immediately sobering. Kaenon sat up, grabbing a pillow to set in his lap. Elena’s hands left his shoulders as she shuffled to sit with the others.
“She, um… We had sex,” Kelsin started, unsure how to even describe it, “and then she just… passed out. Esperoth said I took too much from her. He made her disappear, with a snap of his fingers, and then…” He shook his head, turning to look at each of their faces. “Esperoth said she’d be okay. But I need you guys to tell me for sure. Do you think she is?”
“Um…” Kaenon looked to Eryie again, his voice trailing off.
“If he said she’s okay, then she’s okay,” Eryie said, looking from him to Kelsin. “Was she breathing?”
He nodded. “She was. I checked.”
Kaenon and Elena both visibly relaxed. The corners of Eryie’s mouth pulled up. “She’s just fine, Kelsin. You’ll learn that part of being an incubus is controlling how much you take from someone. Take too much of a mortal’s life force, and they won’t have enough for themselves. But restrain yourself, and they’ll gain their energy back with time.”
“Oh, thank God.” He would have wanted to see it for himself to believe it, but their reactions were so genuine, he found himself confident they were telling the truth. “Thank God. I was so worried. I still feel terrible, though. I never meant to hurt her.”
“Of course you didn’t,” Kaenon said. “Try not to blame yourself. You had no way of knowing.”
Kelsin sighed. “I’m still the one who did it.”
“Oh, I know, baby.” Eryie said, her voice smooth and sweet. “But she’s okay. Everything’s okay.”
Kelsin gave a slow nod. Everything was still a bit of a stretch. He’d just had his entire life upended, and he had no idea what his future as an incubus would entail. Besides sex. “Thank you. This is just… a lot to take in.”
“We know,” Elena said. “But we’re here to guide you every step of the way.”
“Now.” Kaenon gave him a soft, jovial smile. “Up to you, of course, but if you still want to work on your hunger, we can.”
Kelsin took a deep breath, the ache of his desire returning to the forefront of his mind. As strong as his guilt was, it was hardly an adequate distraction. And these people were surprisingly nice. They seemed in tune with his fear, invested in his comfort. “Okay. But I’m not really used to having an audience. Do you think we could… not to be rude, but—”
Elena laughed. “You can ask for privacy! It’s fine. But you’ll lose that modesty before long. We all did.” She ushered them away with her hands. “You two go have fun.”
It took Kaenon only a moment to refasten his straps before he stood, offering a hand to Kelsin, who took it and let himself be pulled to his feet. Kaenon was incredibly strong, though his bulky frame and toned muscles didn’t make that a surprise. “Come on. It’s over this way.”
He led Kelsin down a new hallway into a corridor with several spaced out doors. Each was wooden, carved with beautiful shapes and engraved with words that looked like Latin. But the script was strange; most of the letters were recognizable, while some were strange and new.
Kaenon pushed one door open, revealing a bed placed against a set of floor-to-ceiling windows and framed by long red curtains. There was another hearth, the fire already lit and crackling. A few paces from the foot of the bed was a marble tub steaming with water, its edges flush with the floor.
“We have eight different rooms that are dedicated to entertaining guests, but this is the only one with a spa,” Kaenon smiled. “Nice, right?”
“Stunning,” Kelsin breathed. If he were in a more sound state of mind, he would have been pleased to curl up in front of the hearth with a book, then take a long bath, and finally snuggle into the silk sheets, clean and comfortable for the night.
But he was, admittedly, not of sound mind. He had an ongoing problem that demanded urgent attention.
There was a sudden rush of motion, and he yelped as Kaenon scooped him off his feet. “Now then. To the bed?”
Kelsin nodded, blinking away his surprise. “Yeah. Yes.”
Kaenon dropped him casually over the mattress, then crawled up beside him, leaning on his side. “So… I have this idea. Feel free to veto, but I think it would be really nice. For both of us.”
Kelsin swallowed hard. “Okay.”
“One amazing quirk of our powers,” he said, raising a hand, “is that we can partially transform. We can borrow aspects of certain bodies and incorporate them into others.” He raised one hand, and with a glimmer of light, his claws disappeared. In their place were finely manicured fingernails. He waved it again and he had Eryie’s claws, purplish and curling. Then, with a final glimmer, his fingers returned to their normal form. “If you’d like, you can stay entirely yourself, with the exception…” He pushed Kelsin’s shoulder down so he would lay on his back. Then his fingers drifted down to the edge of Kelsin’s robe. “…of having a pussy I can fuck you with.” His lips curled up in a toothy smirk. “All of the pleasure with none of the prep. Thoughts?”
Kelsin considered it. He didn’t have a clue what that would feel like. Really, he craved to rub their cocks together, like he had with Esperoth. But if this would give Kaenon the most pleasure, then it would give Kelsin all he wanted and more. “I’ll try it. But you’ll have to guide me—I obviously haven’t really… you know. Had a uh… that, before.”
“Obviously not,” Kaenon laughed. “But just put yourself in the shoes of someone who does. It’ll be easy.” Slowly, those large, crimson fingers trailed up to unfasten Kelsin’s robe. He whistled with delight as he opened it, revealing Kelsin’s flat stomach and desperate arousal. “This is honestly really hot on its own, though.” He took Kelsin’s cock in one hand, using his thumb to smear a bead of precum over the tip.
Kelsin threw his head back, his nerves flaring to life at the long-awaited contact. He worried for a moment that he’d grow hungrier, having fed some of his pleasure to Kaenon, but that didn’t happen. Kaenon wasn’t taking from him at all.
“Relax,” Kaenon said, sensing his worry. “You can feed as much as you want from me. I’ll tell you when I can’t give anymore. I’ll leave your life force alone.” He continued to toy with Kelsin’s cock until another bead of precum welled from the slit. He brought his thumb up to his lips, licking it off with delight. “Mm. You’re delicious, though. Really good. You might even taste better than Eryie.” He ran his fingers, featherlight, over Kelsin’s sensitive stomach and abdomen. Kelsin shivered under the tease of it. “When your transformation is finished, anal will be easy and painless. I’d kill to watch your cock bounce as I pound into you. But in the meantime, let’s see you change.”
Kelsin ran his hands through his hair, stopping with a lurch as his palms hit the tender nubs of his horns. “Okay. I’ll try.” He focused on the image of himself, his chest and stomach the same as before, but with labia rather than a cock between his legs. For a moment, he doubted he could make it work. It seemed too complicated. But then…
There was a shimmer of light, and he had exactly what Kaenon had requested.
“Oh, look at that.” Kaenon’s hands slipped past the plane of Kelsin’s abdomen, stopping at the new, plush surface between his thighs. Kelsin shivered again as his thumb trailed down the seam of it. Then that thumb pressed deeper to lightly rub at his clit.
The pleasure washed up Kelsin’s body like a shockwave. It was actually similar to having his cock stroked, but concentrated in a smaller spot. “Oh…” he mumbled, gripping the sheets in both hands. “That’s… wow.”
“Good, yeah? Now feel this.” Kaenon’s hand dragged lower, and then two of his fingers were running along the slick folds of Kelsin’s entrance. His voice dropped low. “Oh, you really want me, don’t you?”
Kelsin brought a hand up to his mouth, meaning to stifle the sound of his breath hitching. But as Kaenon’s middle finger slowly pushed inside, he bit down on his knuckle instead. It was a strange, visceral feeling. Intrusive, but welcome.
“You’ll feel so good around my cock,” Kaenon said, his finger stopping only when it couldn’t go any further, the thick part of his hand pressing against Kelsin’s body. He pulled out about halfway, then slid a second finger in beside the first. “You’re taking me so well. So soft and wet.”
Kelsin craned his head back, squirming in something adjacent to discomfort. He just felt so full—but then.
Kaenon hooked his fingers, pressing them up into one delightful spot, and Kelsin’s back arched off the mattress. He gave a high, desperate whine as a rush of heat traveled through him. “Fuck—that, right there.”
At that, Kaenon emanated a strong wave of pleasure. He gave a wide smirk, looking quite proud of himself. He began to move his fingers in and out, making sure to hit that sweet spot each time. With his other hand, he massaged Kelsin’s clit again.
Kelsin couldn’t help canting his hips up to chase the pressure, to get more of it. It wasn’t long before his thighs were trembling, and he was so slick that it filled the air with a horribly lewd, wet sound. Kaenon watched in a daze, his cock straining desperately against his leather. His enjoyment was a feast. And together, it was all overwhelming. Almost too much. Almost.
“I’m—ugh—I’m getting close,” Kelsin mumbled, embarrassed when his voice came out pitchy and breathless. “I can’t take much more of this.”
There was a fresh burst of pleasure from Kaenon. He pulled his hand back, and as he looked down at Kelsin’s gasping form, he sucked those fingers into his mouth. “But you’re so cute like this, and you taste so delicious. I could edge you for a while, just to keep licking your arousal off my fingers.”
Kelsin shook his head furiously. He knew he couldn’t handle that. He was already too much of a mess, completely unraveled, and he wanted the satiation of Kaenon’s climax like nothing else. “No—come on. Inside me.”
A low chuckle. “Well, alright.” Kaenon unbuckled the straps from his body in a quick, easy motion, releasing his cock from its confines. It was already slick with precum, a bit dripping down the underside. He climbed over Kelsin, then began to rub the head of his cock over Kelsin’s clit, dragging it through his folds.
Kelsin squeezed his eyes shut, his hands grabbing desperately at Kaenon’s back. “Please. Oh my god, please.”
Kaenon groaned with delight, and Kelsin gasped sharply at the way it fed him. “You’re already so good at this, you know that?”
He felt Kaenon’s breath beating hot against his cheek. “Good at what…?”
Kaenon lined himself up, his cock snug against Kelsin’s entrance. “At making me want to tear you apart.”
Their eyes locked as he slid inside. Kelsin was immediately so much fuller than he’d been on just Kaenon’s fingers. It was glorious, the way he rubbed against everything at once, dragging friction across that amazing spot and everywhere else.
Kelsin moaned raggedly, pressing his face into Kaenon’s shoulder. He clawed at Kaenon’s back, clenching hard around him as he bottomed out.
Kaenon paused, their hips flush. Suddenly, his voice was lighter, more serious. “Okay? Or too much?”
“No, no—keep moving.”
Kaenon pulled out halfway, then slowly pushed in, letting Kelsin get used to the sensation. He did that several times, his brow furrowed as he held himself back.
Kelsin bucked his hips, urging him on. “Come on. You don’t have to be gentle.”
Kaenon gave him a subtle, toying smirk. “I feel like I’ll break you if I’m not careful. You’re so cute, and still so human.” Something coiled around Kelsin’s knee, and he was suddenly reminded that incubi have tails. Long, fleshy tails, the same color as the rest of their skin. Kaenon’s was pointed at the end, with flared edges like a spade. His wings undulated in a slow imitation of flapping as he rolled his hips into Kelsin’s. It was mesmerizing to watch.
“Hah… What happened to tearing me apart?”
Kaenon smirked. When he picked up the pace, his tail moved aside so he could hook his hands under Kelsin’s knees, lifting them up. This new angle let him hit that sweet spot every time, and Kelsin’s vision blurred with the sudden onslaught of delight. A high whine escaped his throat, and he locked his ankles behind Kaenon’s back, keeping him close. “Harder,” he said, his voice more depraved than he’d ever heard it.
“God,” Kaenon huffed, “You’ll make a good little incubus, you know that?” He did as told, throwing himself into Kelsin’s body with bruising force.
Kelsin cried out with every thrust, feeling himself rapidly approach a peak. Even this was different from when he had a cock—normally, the sensations were more concrete, and quicker to build up to climax. Here, it was an abstract, all-engulfing sense of pleasure, pooling in his abdomen like electricity and building to a grand finale.
Kaenon gave one final groan and stilled, his head against Kelsin’s shoulder, his cock twitching against his walls. Kelsin felt the sudden heat of Kaenon spilling inside of him, and the unadulterated delight in that was what finally pushed him over the edge too. He dug his nails once more into Kaenon’s skin, desperate to ground himself through the pleasure.
As Kelsin came, he clenched down hard around the cock inside of him, his face in the crook of Kaenon’s neck. Kaenon gave a few slow pumps to pleasure him through his peak, only pulling out when Kelsin had collapsed, limp, back to the mattress.
“Oh my god,” Kelsin sighed as Kaenon laid down beside him. His head was swimming, his every limb tingling. “That was… so good. You gave me so much.”
Then he was being pulled into Kaenon’s massive, slightly sweaty arms. “It was nothing, Kelsin. You were amazing—the best I’ve had in a while. Do you want more?”
Kelsin gave an exhausted laugh. “Please. You’ve already been too generous. Just… give me a minute. Then I’ll figure out how hungry I am.”
“Take your time. Meanwhile…” Kaenon prodded one of Kelsin’s inner thighs, coating one finger in their mixed spend. He brought it up to his mouth and licked it off. “Do you mind if I… clean you out? It seems like a waste not to. You’re so delicious. Like vanilla and honey.”
Kelsin shook his head sleepily, and couldn’t help but smile at the rush of excitement that coursed from Kaenon into him. “I don’t mind.” He bent his knees and spread his legs wide. “All yours.”
Kaenon shuffled down and situated himself between Kelsin’s thighs. He pressed a gentle kiss to his knee. “Amazing. Thanks, Kelsin.”
“It’s no—hah…” Kelsin’s back arched as Kaenon’s tongue pushed hungrily inside. He rested his hands on Kaenon’s horns. They curved around his head and turned out at the sides in sharp points, easy to grip like handlebars. “It’s the least I can do, considering how—oh—how much you’ve done for me.”
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