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It was dark and gloomy near the end of Friday. The night was still young, but the city streets were quiet and lonesome. The air was a bit chilly and rather crisp with a bustling cold wind. The same cold wind danced through someone’s dark and curly mane with ease. He sighed and shivered as he tightened his thick jacket. He was listening to smooth jazz on his headphones and was walking towards an empty bus stop not far from where he was standing. He just finished his shift at work and was about to head home. Good thing he brought along his jacket with him or else, he’d be an ice cube by the time he arrived on his own doorstep.
When he arrived at his destination, he looked around to see if there were any cars or motorcycles around him. He noticed the streets were far quieter than the regular Fridays he had. Realizing he couldn’t find one vehicle, he looked at his watch; 9:40 pm. It was late, but not late enough for the streets to be this empty. After all, he’s living in an enormous city. The atmosphere was always loud, energized, and busy. So, what made today different from any other day?
He then shrugged and chose to open his e-book app and continue to read the book he’s currently reading. The sweet and slow jazz music filled his ears as his imagination started to drift apart from reality, imagining the scenery from the page he’s reading. When he was about to turn the page on his e-book, a sudden and rather loud snapping of a branch caught the man’s attention. The sound seemed to be from the little city park behind his bust stop. The curly haired man took one of his headphones out to listen better, but his hearing was met just by the singing of the wind.
The air that surrounded him suddenly changed. It felt ice cold, more forlorn, and tinged with desperation. The man took off his glasses and rubbed his suddenly tired eyes. Then his head started to pound rather painfully. He squinted his eyes hard enough to see dark colorful spots behind his eyelids. The sudden change of atmosphere made him dizzy and spooked. What’s going on? He thought to himself.
The next minute, the wind whispered incoherent words in his ears. Some gibberish, some from the language he naturally spoke. It was jumbled and mixed like a radio transmission, it was difficult to make meanings out of it. The solitary streetlight above his bus stop started to flicker, the beam went weak minutes after that. The spectacled man started to feel chills down his spine. The smooth hair behind his neck stood up rigidly. Something in the back of his mind was telling him something was definitely wrong, but somehow he didn’t move a muscle. He was glued to his seat as the gibberish on his ears started to grow more clear...
Anies… Anies… Anies… Anies…
He shook his head rather violently when he heard his name was being called. It’s terrifying because there wasn’t anyone who called him. His name didn’t come from a person’s mouth. It came from everywhere around him. It was as if an entity engulfed him and called his name in a dark husky voice. The pounding on his head grew more painful and his breath shortened, as if he was swallowing something thick and copious. His heartbeat elevated as his adrenaline screamed in his bloodstream. He started to panic.
Anies, come to me…
The dark haired man, Anies, jolted from the sudden command that he heard inside his brain. The voice sounded deep, dark, and demanding. But above all, it sounded magnetic and made Anies sultry. His mind was wrapped with something warm and sweet, like a fuzzy after-laundry blanket his mother used to tuck him when he was about to go to sleep when he’s a child. He’s sweating even though the chilly air has dropped a significant degree.
Come to me, Anies…
“W-who are you?” He shouted, his voice shattered the odd cocoon of a strange magnetic force that surrounded him. It was buzzing with energy and warmth.
Suddenly, the weird radio wave-like transmission in his hearing let out a sound that may be a form of laughter. It sounded thunderingly loud and menacing, so it sent Anies’s feet into a run. He tried to ignore the headache and the stuffy feelings inside his lungs, he needed to get out of there. Something was about to hurt him and he still wanted to live for another day. His adrenaline soaring like crazy, blood pumping wildly through his veins, he ran towards a larger street a few hundreds meters from the bus stop.
It’s even more terrifying when Anies suddenly heard large and heavy footsteps chasing him. It sounded clearer and clearer, an obvious sign that whoever chased him was about to snatch him. When a strong and large hand grabbed him by the waist, Anies was spun and with a snap of a finger, he was somewhere else.
No more empty streets, no more windy night, and no more frightening footsteps. He was suddenly in a gigantic and lavish ballroom. His thick worn jacket disappeared into a luxurious navy tuxedo, his spectacled eyes were replaced by a beautiful halloween mask, and his old beat up converse was replaced by a pair of fancy dressing shoes.
There were a lot of people in the ballroom, all dressed in European dresses and suits, all looking pretty and dashing, making their way to cut into the crowd. The laughs and giggles were apparent and loud, the sounds of glass clicking and the classical music swept through the dancing floor as couples moved in unison.
Anies was struck by the sudden change of his environment. It felt too grand to be real, and he knew it wasn't real. But, in a way, it felt as real as the lavish cotton that covered his whole body. It looked as real as the deafening ball music that's ringing through his ears. His mind was crushed into a million pieces as he tried to make sense out of what just happened to his surroundings.
“May I have this dance?” asked someone behind him. It was the voice of a man.
Anies turned to his back and saw a young, tall, charming man. His stature was athletic and fit with a wide smile almost like the Cheshire cat. His hair was as white as the lonely moon, styled to the side with styling gel and was cut neat and short. He looked confident in his persona, unlike Anies who didn't even know what's going on. He wore a mask that covered half of his upper face horizontally, similar to Anies's.
“I'm sorry?” asked Anies nervously.
“Dance. I would like to have a dance with you,” the tall man said again.
“But I don't know how to dance…”
“It's okay, I'll take the lead.”
Anies was unsure when the white haired man offered him his hand. It wasn't gloved like his hands. He could see the taller man's expensive cufflinks, different to Anies's simpler ones. He could see himself on those cufflinks. He was well dressed, just like any other man in that room. But not as well dressed as his potential dancing partner in a burgundy suit. Hesitantly, Anies took the other man's hand and promptly his partner took him to the center of the dancing floor.
The taller man moved and guided Anies through the music, slow and steady. Anies tried to follow him as best as he could, mentally taking notes to not step onto the man's fancy shoes.
“You can stop looking at your feet and instead focus on me, you know,” said the mysterious man.
Anies quickly lifted his eyes and locked them with the other man's eyes. They were dark rich chocolate, a good contrast to Anies more honey coloured ones.
“Uhm… I'm sorry. I was just nervous,” he replied with a nervous chuckle.
“Don't be, I'm the one guiding you, remember?”
Anies nodded shortly. “May I ask your name?”
“I have many names, actually. It depends on what I think of the people that want to call me,” The man smiled, his voice deep as the night.
“Depends on what?” Anies asked innocently.
“Whether I like them or not.”
“Do you like me… then?”
Anies then was twirled, the man's strong body guided Anies's motion and his large hands kept the smaller man's balance.
“Oh believe me, I like you the most,” he whispered hotly in one of Anies's ears.
Then suddenly, a weird stuffy aura engulfed Anies like a fog. It was so sudden that Anies couldn't tell when it was starting to build up. His chest started to get heavy and his breath quickened. But somehow he still felt relaxed although deep down his anxiety was screaming in panic..
“W-what do they call you, the people you dislike?” he asked again, trying to ignore the odd aura that oozed out of his dancing partner.
“The Devil, Satan, demon, evil entity, the inhuman, you name it. That's for another story, though. For now, you can call me Ganjar,” he replied, still with the same wide smile.
Anies's eyes widened, his throat suddenly went dry like an old well. His body tensed as his gloved hands sweat profusely. His steps stumbled upon one another as his dancing partner kept the motion going harmoniously. The dark curly haired man was about to leave, feeling that he was unsafe, only to be held tightly by his partner, Ganjar.
“Where are you going, little one?” Ganjar asked, his voice suddenly darkened.
“I need some air,” Anies reasoned, clearly a fat lie.
“You don't have to be afraid. Although I am The Devil, I can be… reasonable,” he said slowly as he chose his words carefully.
Everything became clear for Anies. He was being haunted. That's why he was suddenly brought to this feverish scenery. That explained the voices, the footsteps, the sudden change of his surroundings. He was somehow trapped inside this little bubble of mind-bending happenstance that was controlled by a man in front of him.
“I… I’d like to stop, if you don't mind,” Anies asked rather politely.
The man smirked. He stopped the dance, bowed to his partner, and kissed one of the back of his hands.
“Thank you for the dance. May I accompany you to the balcony?” he asked.
Anies nodded hesitantly as the taller man guided him to the nearest balcony. He pushed the glass door open and let Anies catch the night air he desperately needed. The shorter man inhaled the wind heavily, his gesture was clearly showing nervousness and fear. He felt that Ganjar was true to his words because he felt like he indeed wasn't human. Something dark and mischievous was pouring out from his gaze, the same gaze that gave a strange aura earlier.
“You can't escape, if that's what you're thinking,” Ganjar spoke as if he read Anies's mind.
“W-what do you want from me?” Anies asked.
Ganjar, who stood far in front of him and his back facing Anies, rested his elbows on the cemented guard rail. His eyes stared at the twinkling stars in the dark deep navy sky.
“I want you to be mine.”
Anies gulped a heavy load of his own saliva down on his throat. Ganjar's request was serious and he knew he couldn't get away with it. As reasonable as he claimed to be, Ganjar couldn't be trusted.
The white haired man then took off his mask and threw it away. He then turned around and faced the smaller man. Anies finally saw his face in its entirety. Strong and chiseled jaw, wide and manly forehead, and pointy nose. His facial features complemented his deep chocolate eyes and handsome smile so well, it almost blinded Anies. He must be lying that Ganjar wasn't the most beautiful man he ever laid his eyes on.
“I want you by my side and consummate our relationship as romantic partners,” Ganjar said again.
“What if I refuse your request?” Anies challenged.
“I've never taken ‘no’ as an answer. I can guarantee you that it won't be my first time now,” he replied simply.
“I don't know you.”
“We don't have to know each other to confess our love. I want you and that's enough.”
Anies's breath hitched as the dark and strange aura oozing out of Ganjar grew stronger. It started to cloud his mind and judgment, making it prone to obey Ganjar's request. But he resisted it, he focused his mind as he tightened his fists and closed his eyes tightly. He realized that Ganjar was trying to control his mind from the very beginning, from when he's waiting at the bus stop.
When he felt like losing to the aura, he set his feet into another fit of run, leaving Ganjar alone at the balcony. The disguised entity smiled in satisfaction.
“Hm… the little one is so much stronger than I thought,” he said to himself.
Anies ran as fast as he could. He climbed down the wide and luxurious stairs, bumping into the people within the ballroom. He forced his muscles to work out in order to at least get out of the damn surroundings. The guests became a lot bigger as he approached the big exit door. Soon, his ways became blocked by the mass and he had nowhere to run.
You can't run from me, Anies…
Ganjar's voice echoed inside his brain.
Anies shook his head as he tried to focus to look for an exit. The guests in front of him slowly molded into one like a play dough. Their arms, hips, and legs suddenly become one and soon they're transformed into one ugly abstract mass. It shook Anies to his core, seeing that horrific transformation slowly within his eyes. The mass grew larger and larger and finally completely blocked his ways. Anies was pushed to run the opposite way, only to find the same disturbing mass was also growing rapidly. Not long after that, Anies was sandwiched between the blobs of people that were just dancing earlier and chatting like normal human beings.
“Stop. Please stop this!” Anies pleaded.
With one single snap, Anies was brought on a wide and vast grass field. His attire was changed to his original outfit. Worn jeans, cheap thick jacket, and old beat up converse. Fresh and strong wind whispered in his ears like a soft lullaby.
“I can manipulate time and place for you. Isn't that merciful?” Ganjar asked suddenly from his side.
Anies jumped at the sudden appearance by The Devil. His clothes are also changed; casual dark chino pants, a simple tee, and a dark jacket. Ganjar's white hair was disheveled because of the wind, but it made him more relaxed. Anies finally saw him from close proximity, staring into those rich eyes.
“You're not merciful. You trapped me in this little mind game that only you can control,” Anies spoke.
“That's where you're wrong. The manipulation is based on your desires. I peeked into your mind earlier and I saw a beautiful grass field, so here we are.”
Anies’s heart beat faster when he realized the grass field was the same field he used to play when he's a kid. His parents usually brought him there when they're on their holiday. He used to run around and lay on the grass, staring at the bright blue sky above. Watching the shapes of the clouds with his mom and helping his father prepare for barbecue. The landscape of the field was a little different, but the feeling remained the same; pure joy and safety.
“You can have anything you want. A big house, a vast grass field, a luxurious ballroom, a castle, anything. I just want your complete devotion to me in return,” Ganjar added.
“I won't accept that,” Anies said with a stern voice.
“Then let me tell you why I don't usually take no for an answer, darling.”
The scenery changed once again. Now they're in a narrow dark hallway. The air was thick and stagnant. It was so hard to breathe easily and the atmosphere was depressing. It was as if the will to live was taken from his soul and he was left with a void of emptiness.
“This was the place I used to stay. Before I met you,” Ganjar said, he still stood beside Anies. His voice echoed deeply.
“It's… It's so empty and depressing. There's nothing here,” Anies whispered heavily. He looked around only met with nothingness.
“A void, exactly. You changed that.”
“I certainly didn't. I was just waiting at the bus stop not too long ago.”
“I saw you there. Looking helpless and tired. You looked so small and innocent. I immediately want you.”
“That's just crazy. You're crazy,” Anies chuckled in disbelief.
“I've been told many things. But I never lied, not once. So, when I said I want you, I really do want you, Anies.”
Suddenly the room grew smaller. The air thickened some more, making it extremely hard for Anies to breathe. His airways were choked and his lungs felt like burning. The desperation and solitary heightened, crushing his soul like no other. The pain in his chest grew rapidly as he clutched it. He then fell to the ground. Ganjar was no longer beside him.
“H-help—” Anies choked, his body bent closely on the ground.
Tell me what you want, Anies.
Anies was about to beg, but he retreated his words. He knew this was what Ganjar wanted from him. To submit, to obey, and to say yes. This was the game all along; he meant to break him into a submission. Well, he's not going to lose that easily.
“F-fuck off…” Anies coughed.
A feisty little one, aren't you? That's okay, I like this little rebellious side of you. Makes it even more exciting.
Anies's consciousness almost faded out because of the lack of oxygen in his system. But he kept his stance; he wouldn't submit to Ganjar in any way. His vision started to blackened and his pulse weakened. If he died, then so be it.
When his lungs were about to collapse, the atmosphere changed once more. He was on a large bed in a rich bedroom. The thick air disappeared into a fine fragrance. Heavy vanilla and thick jasmine filled his nose and the air no longer still. It moved like liquid, making him more relaxed despite almost dying seconds ago.
“Feeling comfortable?” Ganjar asked as he suddenly appeared beside him, laying on his side.
He was wearing a thin white bathrobe, a good match with his bright hair. His wide chest peeked from the fine material and Anies could make the line out of Ganjar's nipples. He flushed at the sight.
“Why don't you rest, sweet thing?” Ganjar asked again, he let his large hand stroke Anies's cheek.
The warmth from his hand made Anies’s breath shallower and his heart calmer. Something inside of him stirred as the taller man's hand softly played with his earlobe.
“I… I feel weird,” the smaller man breathed.
“You don’t have to feel weird. You just need to submit to me and only to me,” Ganjar smiled.
Ganjar leaned in closer to Anies’s lips. He could feel the warmth through the dark haired man’s breath and Anies could smell a strong masculine scent from the taller man in front of him. Ganjar then kissed his prey, slowly and softly. His lips tasted like sweet candy for Anies, making the human addicted to the flavor. He was about to return the kiss, only to be reminded that he almost fell into The Devil’s trap. With great strength, Anies pushed the demon away from him.
“You can’t resist me. I’ll break you eventually,” Ganjar spoke with a devilish smirk.
Anies was about to flee but his thin wrist was held down by the much larger man. Ganjar pinned his future mate onto the bed, he gathered Anies’s wrists in one hand and used his other hand to hold Anies’s lower jaw.
“Let me go!” the dark haired man screamed.
“Hm… how good you smell when you’re terrified of me. So sweet and ravishing,” Ganjar whispered as he inhaled Anies’s scent through his neck.
Anies struggled to free his wrists above his head as he tried so hard to escape Ganjar’s ghostly lips on his skin. He started to feel hot and sweaty. His heart beat rapidly and ridiculously irregularly. Something hard and suffocating started to disturb his lower part.
“What if I claim you right here and now? What will you do?” The Devil asked.
“I’ll bite your tongue off!”
Ganjar chuckled darkly. “How sweet.”
Then Ganjar lapelled on Anies’s neck. He sucked and nibbled on it as if it was some food to eat. Anies squeaked as he held down his moan. His breath hitched at the sudden wetness and hotness on his neck that came from Ganjar’s body. Ganjar wasn’t satisfied with his play, so he decided to breach Anies’s crotch with his bony knee. The friction felt heavenly although Anies was too proud to admit it. When Ganjar started to prod a little further, a sudden moan leaked from the smaller man’s lips.
“What a lewd voice you got there, sweet thing,” Ganjar said with a low husky voice.
Anies bit down his lower lip and shook his head in denial. He tried to focus on his struggle so he could escape. But then his lips were snatched, a wet and hot tongue begging to be let in. As stubborn as he was, Ganjar bit Anies lower lip, receiving a painful yelp as Anies unconsciously opened his trapped mouth. Ganjar took this as an opportunity to sneak in his tongue and explored Anies’s mouth.
“Hng—”
The taste of Anies was divine. He’s sweet, addicting, and just rightfully delicious. Not to mention the inner turmoil he upheld to resist the moans as he struggled to undo the kiss was enough to violate his mouth even further. Ganjar sucked and colonized more on the dark haired man’s tongue, feeling absolutely sure that he wouldn't bite down his tongue off. On the other hand, Anies was having a really hard time fighting off the kiss. It was rough, sloppy, wet, and terrifying, but the slight light headedness he experienced was addicting enough to keep him still latching on Ganjar’s lips.
Ganjar took the initiative as he opened Anies’s jean’s zippers slowly while the smaller man was still too occupied. He was too eager to touch other parts of his sweet little thing. He then pushed the jeans to Anies’s calf together with his underwear, letting his cock sprung free into the chilly air. He couldn’t wait to devour his soon-to-be mate raw and stupid
“D-don’t—please…” Anies begged as tears started to blur his vision. He was about to get harassed and there’s not much he could do. Fear and desperation started to fill every inch of his body.
Ganjar ignored him as he continued his dark intention. He stroked Anies’s shaft slowly as his dark rich eyes never left the man under him. He wanted to witness every reaction and response Anies could possibly offer him.
“ Ahn —”
“Don’t hide those pretty little moans, darling. I’d like to hear every one of them," he whispered in Anies's ear, dark and seducing.
The sensation of Ganjar stroking him was exquisite, nothing like Anies has experienced before. Although it’s slow, it built something up inside of him. Something warm and electric, his body tensed and shook a little bit every time a thumb smeared his precum at the tip of his cock. His body arched in motion every time Ganjar’s hand stopped on his pubic, teasing his pubic hair a little.
“What a sensitive little thing, so perfect for me,” Ganjar spoke as he breathed Anies’s scent from his neck once more.
The build up inside of Anies finally reached its stagnation. He needed something more to let the buildup spill. More friction, more wet kisses, more anything. He needed…
“Mnh… f-faster…” he breathed.
“What’s that, sweet thing?” Ganjar teased playfully, his strokes stopped.
Anies hissed in protest. “Don’t stop... p-please.”
Ganjar smirked in satisfaction. “Do you want me to go faster?”
Anies nodded bitterly. His principal was starting to break down over his own lust. His mind and judgment were clouded by the ecstatic feeling he received when Ganjar touched him lewdly. Ganjar obliged as he continued the strokes, faster this time. Anies moaned sweetly on the taller man’s ear. His face red with shame but his hip matched Ganjar’s rhythm unapologetically.
Ganjar stuck his forehead to Anies’s as he tried to match the curly haired man’s breath. Anies opened his eyes a little bit and he stared closely at those deep and rich dark chocolate pupils, something hungry and predatory was begging to be released. As the pumps went even faster, Anies’s back arched beautifully, Ganjar caught his lips with his. His wrists taunted Ganjar’s strong grip. The taller man could tell his prey was so close to releasing.
With full ill-intention, Ganjar stopped his strokes again. That got him a desperate howl from the smaller man.
“If you want to come, beg for it. Say my name,” Ganjar demanded.
Anies refused to obey. His stubbornness kept him from giving up that easily even though he’s already wet and a mess. He intended to give as much hell to the manipulative entity above him.
“What if I just violate you with my cock now, huh? Maybe that’ll give some sense into that pretty little head of yours.”
Anies struggled some more, He pulled and pulled on his wrists, but it only made Ganjar’s grip even tighter. The soreness on his wrists was starting to feel too much for him and Ganjar made sure it stayed that way. He’d like to remind Anies who’s in charge and who’s the one to obey.
“Mind you, I won’t go slow. I’ll wreck you like a ragdoll~” Ganjar smirked.
Then Anies looked toward Ganjar’s fiery eyes. The light behind the dark haired man’s eyes was weak, it showed a great level of acceptance, desperation, and fear. His breath uncontrollably quickened and his body as hot as the desert's sand. His clothed chest moved up and down rapidly, Ganjar could practically feel his erratic heartbeat. It was a miracle he hasn’t gone into a full panic attack mode yet.
Ganjar caught Anies’s chin and kissed his lips once more, this time with enough tenderness that made Anies melt with it. It was hot, slow, and somehow romantic. It almost touched his heart. Anies truly looked submissive and beautiful like that.
“You still haven’t changed your mind, have you?” Ganjar asked straightly after he broke their kiss.
“Please, just let me go,” Anies whispered. Maybe the last attempt he could muster.
Ganjar chuckled bitterly as he shook his head. “I can’t. Not when you’re like this. Not when I finally found the one I wanted the most.”
“But I'm nobody. Surely you can find someone better.”
“There’s no one else but you.”
The sincerity on Ganjar’s tone made Anies caught off guard. He sounded so soft and, for a second, sounded as desperate as he was. He could somehow feel the loneliness of being alone this whole millenia, searching for the right person to mate, the right person to share his life. He just couldn’t comprehend that the person was him. Of all the people (and non-people) in the world, why must it be him?
Then Anies started to admire Ganjar’s hair. It looked fluffy and soft to the touch. His eyes still as deep as ever, it tinged with odd sweetness. His lips thin and wide, it tasted like salt and burning earth. He noticed that his face had changed slightly, it was more of his natural body, he presumed. His face reddened, not by a hot flush, but by the natural pigment of his skin. On his wide and manly forehead were small protrusions in the shape of pointy horns. His canines lengthened and breached his lips.
Ganjar’s starting to show his true supernatural appearance, but Anies could only look at him in awe.
Wait, what was he thinking?
“A-are you messing with my mind?” Anies asked suddenly.
“I’m the devil, sweet thing, not a hypnotist. I can only seduce you,” Ganjar chuckled. He started to kiss Anies’s lower jaw.
Ganjar smelled like pine trees and soil, the air on one burning afternoon, and freshly cut grass. He smelled like anything that brought comfort to Anies and it made his heart swell. Maybe this was meant to happen. Maybe that’s why his life felt so monotone and flat. His day was passing too fast, nothing exciting was going on. Just work, home, work, home, more work, and more home. There was no spice, no surprises, no adventure and challenges. Maybe Ganjar’s presence was only meant for him.
“If I s-submit, would you go s-slow?” Anies asked nervously.
Ganjar’s kisses stopped on the corner of Anies’s lips. “I will go as slow as you’d like, darling.”
Anies sighed anxiously. He couldn’t believe he’s about to have sex with a demon, a literal Devil, because he’s so lonely and most definitely sexually frustrated. One single honest confession could destroy his whole stubbornness. No more hesitation, no more rejection. He’s about to fully accept Ganjar’s proposal.
“Then take me.”
Ganjar didn’t need to be told twice. He quickly and methodically positioned himself at the center between Anies’s naked thighs. He let the smaller man’s wrists off and Anies instinctively pulled the demon into his embrace. Ganjar smiled sweetly at the motion. He then kissed his mate deeply, exchanging saliva, wet sounds, and heat. His inhuman and long tongue choked Anies’s throat as it explored the cavity, but the other man tried to get accustomed to it.
“Mn— Ganjar …” Anies moaned between the kisses.
The Devil shivered at his own name being called. It rolled out from Anies’s tongue with ease and with certain eagerness, it made Ganjar wild.
“Say it again, sweet thing.”
Anies bucked his hips up and it collided with the taller man’s crotch. His visible bulge was imminent and Anies took advantage of that as he swiped his naked cock toward Ganjar’s clothed one.
“T-touch me, please, Ganjar.”
Every time Anies said his name, it was as if life was breathed inside of Ganjar. The electricity in the air zapped as Ganjar took a handful of Anies’s thick and warm thigh and spread it across one another so he could fit further. He disclosed the lower part of his bathrobe to expose his own lengthy and hardening cock and positioned himself aligned with Anies’s entrance.
When he penetrated slowly yet deeply, Anies screamed in agony. His short nails caught in Ganjar’s clothed shoulders, scratching the skin underneath roughly. His thighs squished Ganjar in between as the pain reflected in his lustful eyes. Although, somehow, Ganjar’s manhood was already lubed, his size was something Anies couldn’t handle. It definitely wasn’t humane.
“Take it slowly, darling. I promise it will feel much better later on,” Ganjar breathed as he held down Anies’s hips so he couldn’t move too much.
Anies hissed in pain as his tears started to spill from his lashes. “I-it hurts… stop.”
Ignoring him like he used to, Ganjar kept on penetrating Anies’s clenched hole slowly and surely until the base of his length brushed the smaller man’s crotch. Anies’s insides felt so full, even perhaps too full for his tiny frame that his insides felt like it’s about to burst. He trashed, turned, bucked, and shifted his hips to be free from the sensation but it only made his tight entrance pulsate rhythmically. It sent chills down Ganjar's spine.
“ Fuck … you feel absolutely devine,” The Devil hissed in pleasure.
Anies moaned some more when Ganjar pulled himself out and inserted it back not too long. The friction felt like fire and gasoline combined and Anies couldn't help to ask for some more. He instinctively trapped Ganjar’s broader waist between his legs and locked his ankles on Ganjar’s lower back. He scratched the taller man’s scalp and sighed loudly on Ganjar’s ear. Then he noticed something.
“Your back,” Anies said and left his sentence hanging in the air.
“Pardon for that. Our business seemed to take my focus away. I can’t maintain my corporeal appearance in such a state,” Ganjar replied as he shoved himself inside Anies again roughly.
Ganjar grew a small pair of black fury wings. It looked like a crow's wings, only much bigger in comparison. He noticed that every time Ganjar’s pleasure heightened by shoving his cock inside his clenched ring, the wings grew bigger and more proportionate. His hands then traveled to the Devil’s short horns only to feel it grew bigger than the first time he noticed them. It turned out that Ganjar did feel pleasure having sex with him, his human form slowly dissipating into the thin air.
“I hope,” Ganjar inhaled as he swallowed down a grunt, “you don’t mind my natural form. I can always turn back to the way I was as soon as this is done.”
“Ahn- I- I don’t mind. It’s- It’s—AH!”
Ganjar’s tempo picked up and it made his penetration grow even more rough than before. Anies’s smaller figure shook above the smooth blanket.
“It’s pretty.”
Ganjar smirked as the curly haired man hid his face on the crook of his neck, embarrassed at his own confession. He could tell that Anies was being truthful.
“You have such ways with words,” he said.
The warmth at the base of Anies abdomen quickly turned into a hot bullet. Then it traveled down to his pelvic cavity and made his manhood tremble. He was close to his climax.
“I’m c-close,” Anies breathed shortly. His body trembled greatly as his back arched in pleasure. It felt like static electricity was zapping all of his system and his brain melted with lust. His embrace on Ganjar’s head tightened as he felt Ganjar’s length brushed and tortured the deepest part inside of him. The part that was so sensitive it made him see stars behind his eyes and pumped his blood through his vessels with great pressure. He was in ecstasy.
“Come, my darling,” Ganjar commanded huskily.
With a high-pitched grunt, Anies came then and there. His manhood rigid and stood proudly below his abdomen. He spurted heavy loads of cum as his tears spilled more from his water line. The thick white seed he produced was accompanied soon after with Ganjar’s release. It felt thick and copious, it’s volume was much bigger than himself that he started to feel his navel swell by the amount. He spurted more violently when the hotness reached the beginning of his rectum.
“Gah… Ganjar …”
Ganjar moaned at the stimulation on his cock. Anies’s hole tightened significantly as he came, messaging his shaft with slickness and the right amount of pressure. The voices from the smaller man’s lips were like music to his ears, so needy and lustful. He kissed the top of Anies head as he waited for his spillage to die down.
When Ganjar pulled himself out, Anies could feel his hole leaking. His face turned bright red as he realized he couldn’t contain all of Ganjar’s load. His hole twitched as it was left alone opened and unattended. The white milky substance leaked some more and finally stained the white sheet that covered the bed.
“It’s a shame you can’t take me completely. Makes me wonder what you’ll do if I shot it inside your mouth,” Ganjar said as he inhaled Anies’s curly hair.
Anies grunted bashfully.
“So, what are we?” the smaller man asked to distract the topics. His chin rested lightly on Ganjar’s shoulder.
“You have submitted yourself to me and we are to be wedded soon.”
“Does that mean I have to stay with you? In hell or underworld or wherever you’re staying?”
“You don’t have to. As far as you’re concerned, you can live your normal life like usual. I just happen to be your husband and I’ll visit you as many times as I desired.”
Anies pushed Ganjar’s shoulder away softly. He wanted to admire the taller man’s appearance once again. His tanned skin turned into a muted red one. His eyes were consumed in a complete black now, no pupils nor whites on them. His ears were all pointy like an elf. His horns were fully matured and strong. His dark wings wide and enveloped their controversial position. His canines long and sharp, Anies wondered about the taste and the contour of them on his lips.
“Oh, you have a tail too,” Anies acknowledged as he watched the longest part of Ganjar swayed from side to side in eagerness, “I hope you don’t show up like this when you’re visiting me.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it. This shape stays in our bedroom and only there,” Ganjar answered, his pitch black eyes staring at Anies’s plump and pink lips.
Anies took the initiative for the first time and pulled Ganjar for a kiss, finally tasting his canines. They were as sharp as they looked so Anies carefully caressed them with his tongue as he deepened the kiss. Ganjar grunted sensitively when one of Anies’s hands searched and lingered on the base of his tail right above his bottom, his touch was clearly due to curiosity.
“You shouldn’t do that, darling. I don’t believe you’re up for a second round,” Ganjar warned.
Anies quickly retreated his much smaller hand to his person. “Oh, sorry.”
“I can’t wait to see how life will roll for us in the coming days,” Ganjar said again as he took the curly haired man’s hands on his chest. Anies sighed as his heart fluttered softly.
“Me too,” he finally answered, feeling content with the decision he took.