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Ian’s apartment was illuminated by pale moonlight flooding in from the towering arched windows. He waddled towards the fridge, the warm orange light cascading down his naked body. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and reached for the half empty carton of orange juice, bringing it directly to his lips and gulping the liquid down greedily.
The a/c from his apartment automatically turned on, blowing onto the redhead's bare figure. He shivered, and goosebumps sprang up his back, traveling down his thighs and legs. He wrapped his arms around his torso and turned around to peer into the dark of his house, almost expecting to see a creature lurking, peering curiously back at him.
Ian could feel his presence again. He could feel him tracing the curve of his spine, the pads of his fingers ghosting over each vertebral column that lay beneath his skin. He let out a shaky breath and attempted to curl into the touch on instinct, Ian knew the feeling would dissolve into nothingness in a matter of seconds, it always did.
His hands were shaking, sloshing around the orange juice in its container. Ian forced himself to relax, shoving the carton hastily into the fridge. He moved to lean against the marble counter, the cool tile pressing into his back a soothing presence on sweaty skin, he welcomed the chill, fearing he would overheat without it. Ian knew couldn’t handle this overwhelming feeling for another night in a row, not without release, not again.
The pattering of rain against glass caused him to perk up and stare out of his large windows. It was strangely quiet tonight. He could hear the air circulating throughout the room, and the soft tapping of water leaking from the faucet into the drain. It seemed as if he was in a bubble of stillness, all other life ceasing to exist. It was never this quiet, not when he lived in the heart of Chicago.
There was a constant thrum of arousal that refused to go away most nights of late. It stayed with him as he slept, affecting his dreams. They were hazy, clouded by a steamy fog. All of them sexual in nature— though difficult to remember, that part was obvious. Ian always woke up boiling hot, mouth tasting of salt, with bed sheets drenched in sweat and sometimes even his release.
Once lightning began to spark, cracking quietly in the sky, Ian decided to tramp up the spiral staircase that led to the loft in an attempt to sleep for the rest of the night. He’d be completely drained tomorrow, as he had been most mornings in the last few weeks. Ian had been working on publishing his latest novel, the third installment of his anticipated quartet. It was hard to create when you were exhausted, and copious amounts of caffeine was seemingly his only solution.
He shuffled into bed, bundling into the comfort his soft duvet provided. He stared up at the windows on the ceiling. Thunder was rumbling powerfully outside, and the sound of raindrops clanging against the window reverberated throughout the space of the loft. The rhythmic pitter patter seemed to be getting louder, and louder- and that’s why when he heard his name uttered lowly beside him, he almost didn’t bat an eyelash.
This was new. Ian knew he felt a presence, there had been someone here in his home, hunting him, petting and handling him. He’d accepted it when he first moved in. Months, it’d been months and it never dared voice a word to him - he- never dared voice a word to him, it was a he . Ian was sure of that.
Ian wasn’t usually fond of the supernatural, he’d been exposed to certain creatures, heard stories of monsters that lurked in the night. He was aware of the risks of getting involved with one- inviting one into your life. These actions were heavily warned against, but Ian had been milking it’s attention, willing it to push further. He couldn’t help it. He wasn’t used to giving up control, but he felt completely outside of himself. These urges were far stronger than his common sense- or his survival instincts.
His name was uttered again, lowly, and he felt the sting of claws scraping down his chest. He attempted to turn his head and search for the source of the burning touch, when he realized his body had gone stiff. Unable to move, he stared up at the windows, continuing to watch the rain beat down.
“ Ian.”
It continued growling his name, sending shockwaves through his veins. It was inside of Ian, the voice, clanging back and forth against his insides like a pinball machine. The things arousal- his arousal- was so thick Ian could feel it wrapping around him. The apartment had become a steam room, covered in the same fog Ian saw in his dreams. Ian needed to know the thing- needed to see the thing- to touch it, please it.
“ Let me see you. Please, let me see you.” Ian moaned, his cock was impossibly hard against his stomach, he thought he might come completely untouched, just at the man's(?) scent, (the redhead knew it was a male- humanoid? He wasn’t so sure.) The thought scared him and thrilled him. This creature could possibly rip him apart, tear him limb from limb. Ian could easily be murdered tonight, but he was too thrilled to care. His dick was throbbing painfully and all he wanted was to make this thing happy.
The thing didn’t comply, it just began to lap and suck at Ian’s neck, it’s tongue hot and heavy, hungrily exploring delicate, easy to break skin. Sharp teeth scraped at his collar bone, puncturing it just enough to draw a tiny bit of blood. Ian could smell the metallics in the air, like his senses were heightened from whatever the creature was doing to his body. It was nothing he’d ever experienced before- burning hot pleasure spread over him like a never ending orgasm.
He felt soft tufts of hair brushing against his throat as the man continued marking him. It felt like human hair, Ian could barely make out a few inky strands that seemed to stick out messily. He ached to touch the creature back, he wanted desperately to gain control of his limbs.
“ I want it.” Ian gasped, “I want you to take whatever you want from me- please. Please just let me touch you.”
He heard a dark chuckle in response, followed by a pull in his gut. The creature moved up, close to Ian’s neck again- and the scent of cinnamon and something spicy flooded Ian’s senses, causing him to groan desperately. It was wonderful- familiar even, all he wanted to do was bury his face in the man’s neck and shove his aching cock deep inside of him.
“ You’ve been watching me .” Ian whispered, almost feeling like he was talking only to himself.
“Is this what you were planning to do? Lure me in? Seduce me? Take me while I'm vulnerable?” The thing’s hot fingertips gently traced Ian’s bicep, before clamping it’s teeth down, biting and kissing the muscle.
“That’s what I want.” He gasped out, “ I want you to take what you need. I can feel the arousal radiating off of you, I can fucking feel that you want my cock inside of you- and it’s killing me.” Ian rambled breathlessly, he heard the whiny tone in his own voice and blushed, he wasn’t used to anyone- or any thing having this effect on him. The human tried desperately to rut his hips forward, but despite his efforts his body remained paralyzed. The sensation in his stomach felt like it would scald him from the inside out, kill him before the creature even properly touched him. “ Please, please, please, I need you.” He begged.
It was getting difficult to breathe, the thing’s heavenly scent seemed to be suffocating him, filling up his personal space like a spicy cologne. Ian’s eyes were watering, the wet blur making it even harder to see his hazy surroundings. He inhaled deeply, the creature’s perfumey smell so strong, and overwhelming, he could taste it on his tongue.
“ Mikhailo!” Ian cried, and suddenly the creature stilled. The redhead's overwhelmed brain barely even registered what had come out of his own mouth, it just felt natural, like he was supposed to say it. The name poured from his lips over and over again. Still not completely understanding what it meant, he whimpered it, whined it, his eyes clenching shut and mouth dropping open. The words felt orgasmic to chant.
“ Mikhailo, Mikhailo, Mikhailo. Take me- please.”
He gasped when he felt fingers wrap around his throat, crushing his adams apple. The creature- definitely humanoid- squeezed tightly, restricting Ian’s air flow.
“Mine.” It declared “ Mine. Mine. Mine.”
Ian shook with pleasure, warmth overtaking his entire body. He could have sworn he blacked out for a moment, vision completely blurred by a burning white heat as he came violently all over his stomach. It was all so unexpected. He didn’t even know he was about to come- seeing as he’d felt so on the brink this entire time. Even as his body relaxed into the mattress his cock was still spurting sticky white liquid, it pooled around his belly button and leaked down until it reached his pelvis, coating his orange pubes.
“ That’s your name.” Ian breathed, shaikly through the afterglow of his orgasm. “ Mikhailo.”
He didn’t need a response to know, something deep within him had already known the truth. The thing- Mikhailo , dragged his index finger through Ian’s cum and shoved it deep into the redhead’s mouth, Ian instinctively swirled his tongue around it. Greedily sucking up every drop as Mikhailo fucked his digits deep down the human’s throat. He was whining and begging as he took it, feeling like an animal in heat.
It was when the creature removed his finger that Ian finally got a glimpse of him. He leaned up towards the redhead, revealing his face entirely, and pressed his thumb against his bottom lip, seductively dragging his mouth open wide with the pad of this finger. Ian submitted readily, letting Mikhailo have full control of his mouth. He was too busy worshiping the creature's beauty to give it a second- or even a first thought.
“ You’re so beautiful.” Ian gasped. He wanted to get on his hands and knees and pray to him, he wanted to nurture him, care for him in a way nobody else would dare. He’d offer himself up on a platter to be devoured if it meant being allowed one, gentle little touch. Mostly, in this moment, he wanted to make the beautiful creature writhe in pleasure, and orgasm until he was an oversensitive wreck. Ian already knew he would love the creature for the rest of his life, he already knew he was completely and utterly ruined for anybody else. This thing, this man, owned him eternally- and he had a feeling Mikahilo already knew how true, and unchanging that fact would be.
It was a bit difficult to make out the creature's features through his hazed vision, but from what he could tell, Mikahilo’s face was flushed, red and sweaty with arousal, his lips swollen and pink from nipping and sucking at Ian’s skin. He looked so soft, so delicate in contrast to the large, intimidating ram horns that jutted out of his forehead. A few strands of the creature's inky black hair fell over his face and the base of his horns, falling perfectly, as if gravity owed him a favor. His ears were sharp, and pointy, those peaked under his dark hair as well.
His eyes were gazing devotedly into Ian’s, like he was feeling all of the same emotions at the same time. The shock, the pleasure, all of it. They were a breathtaking ocean blue color, and Ian swam in them for as long as he could.
The visceral reaction his body was experiencing was completely supernatural. The way Mikhailo touched him was impure, unhuman, threaded with more power than anything Ian had ever felt; the human knew something was happening that he would never be able to fully comprehend..
The creature’s soft expression fell, becoming more intense. His eyebrows furrowed, and he pulled at Ian’s lip roughly, dragging his mouth open further. Before Ian could grasp what was happening, Mikhailo spit into his mouth, the creature's thick saliva coating his tongue and mixing with his own spit. It was deliciously degrading, a show of power and ownership.
The redhead moaned and swallowed it down, before quickly opening his mouth wide again to give Mikhailo access. The creature laughed, tauntingly in response.
Ian was beginning to feel incredibly heavy, as if he was sinking into the cushiony mattress and floating down through the floorboards. The creature’s intoxicating scent was still wafting through the room, like amber burning through firewood, and the damp earth after it rains. Ian hungrily breathed it in, letting the sweet aroma get him drunk.
Mikhailo smelt like palo santo, and frankincense. He smelt like cinnamon bark, and a dying out flame. His spiced fragrance circulating the loft sparked a carnal desire in Ian, it was all so overwhelming, yet not enough all at once.
“I’ve defiled you, Ian .” The creature uttered, his voice rich, and warm. His words ended with a low, throaty growl.
“Nobody will ever be able to have you again.” He dug his claws gently into Ian’s sensitive scalp, careful not to break skin. “You’re an extension of my being now. Mine.”
“I was made to please you.” Ian replied, instantaneously. “ I was yours before I even knew you.”
“ You don’t even know .” Mikhailo chuckled, continuing to massage Ian’s head with his fingernails. “My sweet, naive, human. You don’t know what I am, I was created to make you feel this way.”
Ian hummed, “Doesn’t matter what you are. I’d want you in every life.”
The creature kissed his forehead, and then his cheekbone, little stray pecks becoming a trail of opened mouthed kisses that led down to his jaw. Ian gasped, the wet, hot contact making his flesh prickle with pleasure.
“ Incubus.” He breathed into Ian’s ear. “I was born to trick dumb little humans like you into pleasing me.”
The creature’s syrupy voice swathed Ian in warmth. He was unable to grasp the severity of the situation. The human was drawn to the incubus . It was this cosmic pull that had him craving more, more, more, consequences be damned.
“You’re just too desperate for me to care, though, aren’t you? You looked so pretty coming with my hand around your throat. I could have crushed your esophagus, killed you, and you just trusted me with your entire being not to.” He inhaled, then exhaled. “Something about that is so exciting , my little human.”
Ian’s breath hitched and he gazed up at the creature in a daze, it was impossible to focus his eyes, they blurred over in ecstasy from Mikhailo’s presence alone. He noticed his fingers beginning to twitch and spasm as Mikhailo whispered in his ear, and he silently prayed to be able to touch him soon.
It was frightening how alluring the creature was. Despite the risks, and the unfaltering promise of danger, Ian was inclined to tend to his every desire. His brain was involuntarily chanting please him, make him come, make him feel good, fuck him, fuck him, over and over again until Ian was so needy, the lack of contact caused him to swell with rage.
“ Please.” The human cried, he wasn’t even sure what he was begging for but the consistent thrum of arousal surging through his body was becoming immensely overwhelming. He ached to be touched, to touch, to be claimed and owned by his creature.
“Your body might not be able to handle the pleasure I'm able to give it.” Mikhailo warned, his lips inching closer to Ian’s. Ian’s eyes darted to the incubus’ lips and then returned to his eyes, silently pleading for more contact.
“I don’t care- just, please.” He moaned.
Mikhailo made no effort to move, still staring down at the human with a curious expression. He made Ian want to thrash, and scream, but instead he just held his breath and stared hungrily at the creatures soft, pink lips. “Please. I’ll do anything you want, just- fuck .”
There was silence, then a raspy chuckle. “You want me to kiss you? ” Mikahilo slowly placed his fingertips on the human's chin, and Ian watched his movements, hungrily anticipating their mouths crashing together. The creature slowly inched forward, their lips just barely brushing together. “I usually wouldn’t dare to kiss a human.” He paused and breathed against Ian’s lips, making the redhead tremble with exhilaration. The contact was making his skin tingle and burn, like Mikhailo’s mouth was venomous. “But, I'm quite fond of you.”
Mikhailo finally pressed his lips against Ian’s, slowly at first, testing the waters as if the redhead might break from the contact. They moved together harmoniously, wet mouth sounds and desperate mewls from Ian flooding the room.
As they hungrily kissed, Ian could feel himself slowly regaining movement in his limbs, a surge of energy coursing through his body. Once he procured enough mobility, he was quick to sling an arm around Mikhailo’s waist, pulling them flush against one another.
He ached to explore every inch of the creature’s body, the warmth of their anatomies embracing only making Ian want even more contact. The human dragged his curious fingers up and down Mikhailo’s back, memorizing every curve and bump of his spine. He traveled down to his waist, and then his hips, discovering precious back dimples residing there. Ian inquisitively pressed his thumbs into the small indents. savoring the way the gentle caress made Mikahilo’s whole body quiver.
When the human’s fingers wandered upwards once more, he felt matching, sharp bumps digging out of the creature's shoulder blades. He poked and prodded at the skin there, trying to understand what the hard object jutting out could be. Mikhailo simply shook him off, and Ian let his arms find their way back, snug around the creature’s waist.
After a long moment, the incubus’ tongue swiped against the human’s closed mouth, and Ian thought he might die right there. He shuddered and wiggled, eagerly opening wide so that Mikhailo could assault his mouth with his tongue, who in turn explored enthusiastically. He licked at Ian’s soft cheek tissue, trailing to lap at his molars and suck on his tongue. The creature then gripped Ian’s hips and shoved them down into the mattress, thrusting down towards him and grinding their bare cocks together.
“ Mine. Mine.” The incubus growled through kisses, seemingly lost in animalistic pleasure.
Ian experienced another earth shattering orgasm, Mikhailo’s hard, girthy cock against his being far too much to handle. The creature gently pulled away from the human’s mouth, lightly petting Ian’s head and coaxing him through his intense orgasm. He was coating both of their dicks in ropes of hot, thick cum— and the human wanted nothing more than to live in this moment for the rest of eternity.
“You’re doing so good, Ian. You’re my good boy.” The creature purred, softly nibbling under his ear. The redhead whined and rode out the rest of his orgasm, letting Mikhailo rub against him with slow, tender thrusts. Ian didn’t soften for a moment, his cock remaining heavy and swollen against his sticky belly.
He was once more overcome with the intense need to pleasure Mikhailo. He craved the creature's tight ass engulfing the entirety of his cock, and he could feel that Mikhailo wanted that just as much.
When the full body tremors finally came to a stop, he decided to continue his exploration, tangling his hands in the incubus’ messy dark hair, he let his fingers explore the base of his impressive horns.
A low vibration ripped out of Mikhailo’s throat, the noise sweet, and thick, like sugary honey dripping out of the jar. He leaned into Ian’s touch, who began to curiously massage the indent where horns jutted out of the creature’s forehead.
Mikhailo instantly whined and mewled, vibrations becoming louder. The sound was almost deafening— It felt as if it was wrapping around Ian, encompassing him in a blanket of tranquility and comfort. He kept rubbing at the sweet spot, Mikhailo’s entire body responding to the touch.
“You’re sensitive there hm?” Ian wondered aloud, pressing one of his fingers a little bit harder into his creature’s skin. Mikhailo yelped and forcefully grabbed Ian’s other hand, placing it near the base of his right horn.
The human moaned at Mikhailo’s eagerness, immediately complying with his silent request. His violent vibrations were now reverberating throughout the entire apartment as Ian kneaded each horn, the sound accompanied by Mikhailo’s wonderful soft moans. Ian found himself chuckling warmly when realization hit him. “Are you fuckin’ purring?”
The incubus’ eyes snapped open and he stared at Ian with an incredulous look— however the expression was more of annoyance than confusion. Ian hummed and rubbed at his left horn hard, causing Mikhailo’s eyes to snap shut again, eyebrows furrowing in pleasure.
“That means you're happy, doesn’t it? Warm, secure? Like a fuckin’ cat?” Ian smiled teasingly, emphasizing each word by slowly digging his nails into the creature's sensitive skin. “You’re mine. Just as much as I am yours. You want me to fuck you good, and hard.” He released his hold and grabbed the sides of Mikhailo’s face, harshly knocking their lips together.
Ian gasped, and winced when he felt one of Mikhailo’s fangs accidentally snag his cheek. The creature didn’t hesitate to lick hotly at the wound, sucking the blood into his own mouth and continuing to kiss the redhead hard. The pain was searing, and sharp, ripping through Ian’s body uncomfortably. Mikhailo caressed the outside of his cheek gently, trying to soothe the darting ache he caused.
When they pulled apart, Ian trailed his hands down the incubus’ body and squeezed his ass, letting one finger explore the space between his cheeks. Mikhailo wiggled his butt and let his head fall into Ian’s shoulder huffing against his skin. When the human pushed further, pressing one finger against the rim of his hot hole, Mikhailo was dripping with wetness. Some kind of slick was leaking from him, dripping down his perineum to his balls. At first Ian had just thought the creature had already prepared himself, but he quickly realized that wasn’t the case as soon as a fresh stream of sticky wetness dripped down Mikhailo’s thighs.
“It’s an incubus thing.” He muttered into Ian’s neck, sensing his hesitation. He pushed back against the human’s finger, urging him to press deeper. “Just fuck me, c’mon.”
Ian let out an involuntary moan, gently rubbing against Mikhailo’s hole before pressing his index finger inside. He was so warm, so wet, and tight. The idea of his creature self lubricating was insanely appealing, like he was created to take dick. “Your hole was made for me, fuck , you’ll be able to take all of my cock won’t you? Bet it’ll be fucking easy to slide deep inside.” Mikhailo nodded enthusiastically, grinding back against the finger that was now roughly fucking him. “I can take it so good, Ian. I’ll make you feel so good.”
“Nobody’s been able to take me all the way before.” Ian growled, shoving another digit into the incubus’ wet hole. “I’m gonna force you to take it. Gonna make it ache. Claim you as mine.” Another digit. “Gonna be the best you’ve ever had.”
Mikhailo let out an inhuman noise, and lifted up off of the human’s fingers. He grabbed Ian’s wrists and slammed them into the mattress above his head, holding them there with one hand and using the other to take hold of the human’s cock and guide it against his hole.
They stared at each other breathlessly as the incubus began to slowly ease himself down, his hole squeezing impossibly around the head of Ian’s cock. It was like nothing he’d ever felt before.
The human was emitting all sorts of desperate noises, holding back from thrusting forward and losing all control in Mikhailo’s tight heat. “ You feel so good.” Ian cried, struggling against the creature's hold in an attempt to free his hands. “Can’t believe you’re taking all of me inside of your tiny hole. Talented little incubus.”
The room was uncomfortably warm again, Ian could feel his skin burning up. There were frustrated snarls ripping out of the incubus’ throat, the powerful sound making the human instinctively bare his neck without realizing, or understanding it. Everything was too foggy, and too hot. The human’s excitement and pleasure was building, rapidly becoming too much for the both of them in the sweltering loft.
“Don’t fucking move.” Mikhailo growled, demonically. He tightened his grip on the human’s wrists, shoving them deeper into the pillow they were held against.. “Just fucking take it, Ian. Let me use you.” He continued to slowly lower himself down, head thrown back in complete bliss.
Light flashed through the room as a crack of lightning ripped through the sky, the human watched in ecstasy as the fleeting burst of effulgence illuminated Mikahilo’s faultless skin. He looked like an expertly crafted sculpture, and Ian figured that even Aphrodite herself wouldn’t stand in comparison to the beautiful creature.
“Use me. God, take what you need.” The human’s breath caught in his throat as the incubus finally sat flush against his pelvis. The sensation was hot- and intense. Ian could feel his entire body burning up, like he was a house on fire, and Mikhailo was blissfully wreaking havoc in each metaphorical room. “ Fuck. I’m inside of you. Holy shit you feel amazing.” He gasped.
The loft was spinning- shit, Ian’s whole world was spinning as the creature began to rock and grind against his cock. The human bit his lip hard enough to draw blood, it was all almost too much- too overwhelming, but the metallic taste in his mouth kept him grounded as Mikhailo finally lifted himself off of the human.
He leaned forward until the head of Ian’s cock was just barely pressing against the rim of his ass, steadying his body with his palm flat on Ian’s strong chest. The creature held himself up like that for a few moments, slowly wiggling his ass and teasing the desperate redhead below him, before slamming back down against Ian with reckless abandon.
“Fuck me, Ian!” Mikhailo whined, “Your cock is so big, fuckin’ stretching me out- c’mon fuck me!”
Ian heard a piercing scream rip out of his own throat as Mikhailo established a pattern, everything felt so good his body must've been trying to find any possible way to eliminate the tension that was steadily building up, broiling him from the inside out.
Ian fucked up into Mikhailo, pulling out of the grip on his wrists with built up aggression, and roughly pressing the pads of his fingers into the plush skin of the creature’s waist. He steadied him whilst thrusting upwards with a quick, brutal pace.
“ Fucking mine. My whore.” The creature grunted, another dark growl echoing through the room- it was ear shattering this time, Ian thought he could feel it vibrating in his bones. “My toy, My pretty little human.”
“Yours, yours, yours!” Ian shuddered at his possessiveness, “Claim me. Destroy me!”
The human’s poor bed was holding on for dear life, the box spring was moaning and squeaking, and his headboard was banging loudly against the drywall. The way they were fucking, it was surely on the verge of breaking.
“ I’ll kill anyone who tries to fucking touch you after this. You got that? You’re my fucking property.” Mikhailo forcefully grabbed Ian’s chin with his index finger, and his thumb, forcing the human to look up and make eye contact with him.
He immediately noticed how blown out the incubus’ pupils were, his eyes seemed to be completely black, the thick lust eating his previously pretty blue eyes in one swallow. “Say it, tell me what you are, Ian.”
Mikhailo stopped his movements, and opted for grinding slow, tortuous circles around the human’s cock; when Ian attempted to force his head out of the creature’s grasp, the eye contact becoming too much, he was met with a rough slap to his face. “Tell me. Don’t make me ask again.”
Ian cried out, sobs threatening to escape his throat, this was too good- this was unbelievably good. He felt like he was in a trance as Mikhailo slapped him once again, the palm of his hand leaving a deep red imprint on his freckled cheek.
“I’m your property. Your toy. Fuck, please- do that again,.” The human begged pathetically, attempting to rut his hips forward and deepen Mikhailo’s shallow thrusts. The headboard was making strange creaking noises, and Ian fully anticipated his whole bed giving out, he was attempting to prepare himself for impact with the hard floor, when his creature spoke again.
“What do you want me to do? You have to use your words, baby.”
“Hit me, Mikhailo. Please.” Ian’s own words shocked him, he’d never let anyone dominate him like this, he hated being treated like a bitch, but currently that’s exactly the role he wanted to play. The lack of control was intoxicating, throwing the redhead into a whirlwind of dizzying emotions he’d never experienced.
“You like pain, hm? You want me to hurt you?” The creature purred, stroking the red handprint that stood in contrast to Ian’s pale, soft, cheek.
“Please. Only want you to hurt me.”
Mikhailo grinned, his dirty smile captivating the human in every way. He began to pick up his pace again, bouncing up and down on Ian’s cock like a goddamn porn star. “I know, I’m gonna take good care of you,” he cooed.
It only took a few more thrusts for the bed to completely collapse, a horrifying crunch, followed by the impact of the box spring hitting the floor was barely enough to snap Ian out of the enchantment Mikhailo had on him. The creature's movements didn’t stop for a second, he just gripped onto Ian’s curls and threaded his fingers through the mass of ginger locks, increasing his pace until the human was finding it difficult to keep up.
Ian’s fast thrusts were becoming uneven as a familiar warmth coiled in his stomach, his body spasmed as he felt Mikhailo tighten around his aching cock. The air was thick, he knew the creature was just as close. His sweet scent was getting impossibly stronger with his arousal, the smell probably flooding through the entire building now.
“ Gonna fill you up with my come, wanna watch it spill out of your destroyed, messy hole.”
Mikhailo moaned, gripping the bed sheets between his fingers. “ Yes! Fuckin’ breed me! Come inside me!”
As Ian’s orgasm finally approached, everything went blurry, it’d been nearly impossible to hold it off for this long. As he shot out the first rope of hot, thick come, inside of Mikhailo, the creature bit into the tender skin of neck with sharp canines, immediately breaking the human’s delicate skin and lapping at the sugary blood that spurted from the puncture wound.
Ian’s back arched on instinct as the pain and pleasure overcame his body, his legs quivered and he thrashed his head back and forth, Mikhailo’s rough biting and sucking never faltering for even a moment, despite the hectic movement. The sharp searing pain slowly became more of a dull ache, and Ian whined while the creature lapped up the blood dripping down his chest.
“So good, You’re so good.” The human gasped, his eyesight suddenly completely failing him. It felt like he was floating in mid air as the intense sensations trickled through his veins. His home now looked like some kind of purgatory, flashes of white walls overcoming his faulty vision. He attempted to pull Mikhailo’s warm body closer to him, but was greeted by cold air and flickering lights.
He screamed as a coldness enveloped his naked body, showering it in frigid, icy air. His breath caught in his throat as he tried to move and seek heat, but he was paralyzed once again, his arms refusing to do anything but lay limply by his sides.
“ Mikhailo!” He sobbed, craving the creature’s soft touch. Had he left him to die? Had he killed him? Where did he go? “I need you. I need you.” The human yelled.
He begged loudly for the creature until his brain gave out, unable to handle the weight of his stress. The cold made his body go numb, and he lay there in a dull shock until he was too exhausted to keep his eyes open. As he drifted off to sleep, he could have sworn he felt a soft kiss pressed to his forehead, and the overwhelming scent of burning cinnamon.