Chapter 2

Two

W hat the fuck?" Ryan pushed himself into a corner, his blood freezing over. "What… What the hell are you?"

"Pissed off about my rug, that's what I am." Ormenus glared at the big stain even as it disappeared. There was a faint pinkish tint left behind. "See? There's going to be a nasty residue there. It's just awful trying to get blood out of Persian silk." He held out his hand and a glass of vodka appeared. "Oh! And a tiny bit upset about being stabbed to death."

Ryan swallowed back a terrified howl and tried to remain calm. "W-well, I get upset when someone doesn't understand no means no."

"Is this, like, a hard no?" Ormenus approached, sipping his drink. "Or no, but I can get you drunk enough that you feel freaky enough to try it?"

"Hard fucking no." Ryan tightened his grip on his knife.

Ormenus sighed. "Please don't stab me again. Think of the rug."

"How are you alive?" Ryan snapped, his voice cracking. He couldn't keep his fear at bay for much longer, and this was absolute madness. "What the fucking fuck are you?"

"I'm extremely rich, very charming, and still totes DTF." Ormenus grinned. "Oh, and I may not be human, so there's that."

An anxious laugh bubbled out from the back of Ryan's throat.

He'd just murdered Ormenus, and Ormenus still wanted to have sex with him.

"Not human." Ryan huffed, wishing his voice sounded more confident. "Great. Could have led with that."

"A lady is allowed to have some mystery, thank you." Ormenus put his hand on the wall above Ryan's shoulder and leaned in close. "And what about you? Hmm? This isn't your first time killing someone, sweetheart."

Ryan licked his lips. "What gave me away?"

"The precise aim right into my heart was sort of a clue. And very impressive." Ormenus winked. "Definitely not your first time."

"What can I say?" Ryan feigned a smile. "I have many skills."

He was going to die.

This was it.

It wasn't going to be his father or some sort of horrible accident. He was certain this was it for him, killed by a man he'd already left on the floor, dead and cold.

Ironic.

He hated knowing that he'd be leaving his sister alone, but…

There wasn't much he could do against whatever the hell Ormenus was.

"It's the carnal ones I'm most interested in." Ormenus crooked a finger toward him. "Come on, sweetheart. I expect your performance to be spectacular."

The room suddenly vanished, and they were now standing in a massive bedroom with a roaring fireplace and a plush bed. Ryan's clothes, along with his knife, had disappeared and been replaced by a sheer black robe.

Ormenus was wearing black silk pajamas, still sipping his vodka. He smirked. "Show me that you're worth ten grand."

"Let's not fuck around, okay?" Ryan scoffed, too alarmed by the obvious danger to be impressed by Ormenus's powers. "You're not letting me leave here alive. Why would I need ten grand?"

"As long as you give me what I want, what reason would I have to kill you?" Ormenus chuckled. "Oh, what? You think you're the first person to try and murder me? Sorry, sweetheart. Popped that cherry centuries ago. I don't take it quite as personally as most people would."

"Wow, uh…" Ryan laughed, a sound both manic and equally relieved. "You're really something."

"One of a kind, I promise you."

"Okay. Fine." Ryan stood taller.

Magical death-defying powers or not, Ormenus was still a john, and Ryan could do this. He could get back home to his sister, safe and sound. As long as he pleased Ormenus, there was a very good chance he might survive this.

Unless Ormenus was like him and was waiting to get the fun part out of the way first.

He tried not to think that way.

"For that kind of money, you can do anything you want except tie me up," Ryan went on. "And I believe the daddy thing has been covered."

"The daddy thing will be readdressed at a later time."

"Or we can just drop it."

"Or I can just kill you." Ormenus grinned. "Choices, Ryan!"

Ryan tensed, aiming for cheeky as he said, "I guess that would make us even."

"I was kidding. Mostly. I don't have any intention of killing you tonight."

Tonight .

Ryan's upper lip twitched.

Ormenus chuckled as he sat at the foot of the bed. He pointed to the floor in front of him. "Now kneel, sweetheart."

Ryan slowly advanced, trying to regain his earlier confidence. He knew he was good at this. He was great at it. He knelt down before Ormenus and looked up at him, offering a sweet smile. He was still shaky, but this was familiar.

He could do this.

He took a deep breath. "Your wish is my command, sir."

"Then allow me to command you." Ormenus smirked, sliding his fingers through Ryan's hair. "Go get in bed." He nodded behind him. "Don't take off your robe yet. I'd like to unwrap you myself."

"Yes, sir." Ryan stood and then walked around to the side of the bed. He walked slowly, swinging his hips, as he was sure Ormenus was watching him. He climbed up on the plush blankets and stretched out, laying his head back in the pillows. "Ready to be unwrapped."

Ormenus stood and turned, admiring Ryan. "Aren't you just beautiful? I could almost forgive you for stabbing me."

Ryan smiled slyly.

That was real at least.

He had really been looking forward to this part of the evening.

"Thank you," he said. "But just almost ? What can I do to convince you?"

"You could alphabetize my VHS collection, match all my socks…" Ormenus sipped his drink. "I suppose I'll think of something." The glass vanished as he got into bed, crawling right up between Ryan's legs. He slid his hands up Ryan's thighs and spread them wide.

"I got some ideas." Ryan smirked, his cock tenting the robe.

Ormenus really was quite handsome, and the silver in his hair glittered in a way that made Ryan want to get a thick handful and pull it. It was hard to pinpoint the exact color of his eyes—definitely dark now, but Ryan swore they'd looked lighter before.

When they hadn't been glowing red, that is.

"I'm sure you do." Ormenus pulled at the tie of Ryan's robe. He slowly opened it up, bowing his head to kiss along Ryan's chest and stomach as he moved the fabric.

Ryan tracked Ormenus's descent eagerly, and he groaned as Ormenus moved right by his cock and balls to place a kiss right on his hole.

"Ah, here's a little something." Ormenus licked around Ryan's asshole with a low growl.

"Oh… Oh!" Ryan squirmed, surprised that this was what Ormenus wanted to do first.

Most people paying for sex didn't focus on the things that made him feel good.

Ryan moaned as Ormenus lapped away, and he loved the wet, hot friction. The tip of his tongue felt strange, like it was pointed, and it was soon pressing inside of him. He loved how Ormenus smothered his face in his cheeks, and the thrust of his tongue was fantastic. It was definitely longer than it should have been, and Ryan whimpered. "Uh, not to complain or anything… but what is going on with your tongue? It's… It's, like, extra long."

"Maybe it is. Maybe it isn't. Maybe you're imagining all of this." Ormenus was still able to speak perfectly well, which was quite impressive considering his tongue was still deep inside Ryan's ass. "How about you shush now, stabby stabby, and let me enjoy myself?"

Ryan groaned as Ormenus's tongue grew thicker, fucking into him better than most dicks had.

Definitely not a normal tongue.

"Pretty sure I'm not, but okay, keep your secrets!" Ryan panted hard, his hips bucking down to meet the growing slams.

Ormenus chuckled, and somehow the sound vibrated through his tongue. "Good boy."

Ryan moaned softly at the praise, closing his eyes and losing himself in the pleasure. He let his voice get louder, knowing most guys seemed to like that, and Ormenus was no different. The thrust of that sinful tongue increased as Ryan groaned, and he was suddenly too hot, pulling at the robe to get it away from his flushed skin.

Something teased over his cock, and Ryan thought it had been the robe as he flung it off.

No, wait.

It was a hand.

Even though Ormenus was clearly squeezing Ryan's thighs, Ryan could feel fingertips tracing the shaft of his dick. He bucked up into the invisible touch, and he gasped as Ormenus pushed his tongue in impossibly deeper. He couldn't remember the last time anyone had eaten him out with such enthusiasm, and it was nearly overwhelming.

He could almost forget Ormenus had been without a pulse just a few minutes ago.

"Fuck, you're incredible," Ryan murmured. "Glad you didn't die."

Ormenus laughed, and the sound echoed in Ryan's ears as Ormenus's tongue twisted.

Ryan cried out as the pointed tip pressed right against his prostate, and the invisible fingers on his dick wrapped around him, squeezing tight. The sudden pressure deep within and brilliant friction on his cock made him shout, and he whined. "I'm… I'm gonna come!"

Ormenus fucked his tongue faster, the tip still somehow probing against that sweet spot and yet plunging deeper all at the same time. It was madness, but it felt too good for Ryan to question how Ormenus was doing it.

"Ormenus!" Ryan sobbed as he came, his cock pulsing across his stomach in thick ropes. Warm shudders cascaded from his loins over his entire body, and he was left a trembling mess as Ormenus's tongue kept pushing, dragging each incredible shiver on and on. "H-holy shit. Your tongue." He laughed wildly. "I should be paying you!"

Ormenus lifted his head, pulling his tongue back in his mouth with a noisy snarl. "Mm, well, I'll accept not being stabbed again."

Ryan stretched his legs as Ormenus licked his come up, and he sighed contentedly. "No stabbing. Deal." He watched Ormenus's tongue lapping away at his skin, and he shivered when he saw that it was indeed pointed.

He didn't know why that was so hot.

"So." Ryan tried to catch his breath. "What's next?"

"You really ask far too many questions." Ormenus snorted, ducking his head back between Ryan's legs. "That was so lovely, I'm going back for seconds, if you really must know."

"Oh, okay." Ryan laughed. "No complaints here."

Holy shit, who was this guy?

Some sort of magical service top who got off on getting young guys off?

Fuck it.

"I do need to get you ready for my cock. Would be just cruel otherwise." Ormenus pushed his wonderful tongue back inside, and now his fingers followed alongside it.

Ryan's toes curled, and he wondered what exactly Ormenus was working with that required so much prep. He considered what Ormenus was able to do with his tongue and had to assume that same ability translated to his cock as well.

Fuck.

He closed his eyes, his body twitching with each thrust. He was sensitive from having just come, and he couldn't believe that his dick was already getting hard again. That had to be some more of Ormenus's magic, and he groaned, spreading his legs wide.

Whatever Ormenus was, Ryan wasn't going to argue with repeat orgasms.

"You look so beautiful like this," Ormenus's voice whispered in his ear, even as his tongue still thrust into Ryan's hole. "Maybe one more and you'll be ready for me…"

Ryan squirmed as Ormenus's fingers grew, and the texture became slippery and slick. Those were absolutely no fingers. They were too long, too wiggly, and he grunted, sitting up on his elbows. "I'm sorry for asking more fucking questions, but what in the ass ?"

"Will you be quiet please and accept the pleasure I am giving you?" Ormenus peeked up at him innocently, still speaking as if he was right beside Ryan and not currently doing only God knew what with his asshole. "They're just fingers, silly boy."

The very much not fingers thrust and curled, and Ryan let out a broken moan. Whatever they were, they felt amazing, Ryan sobbed as they thrust deeper. Ormenus's tongue had returned to his prostate while the fingers fucked him, and he whimpered. "I'm not… fucking stupid. What… What is that?"

"I believe you lost all interrogation privileges when you murdered me," Ormenus scolded. "Now, shush. I am trying to concentrate."

Ryan wanted to argue, but he had no idea what to say to possibly refute that logic. He whined softly as Ormenus continued pleasuring him with whatever the hell he had down there, murmuring, "Yes… sir."

"Good boy." Ormenus withdrew his tongue, going for Ryan's cock now. He slid his long, pointed tongue along the shaft before swallowing him down in one gulp.

"Oh God!" Ryan grunted as Ormenus sucked him hard and fast, and those slippery things Ormenus claimed were fingers fucked him at incredible speed. He tried to pull away to relieve the pressure, but invisible hands grabbed his hips and pinned him in place. "The fuck?"

Ormenus winked.

"Ormenus!" Ryan sobbed frantically.

God, he didn't even care that Ormenus wasn't human right now.

The hot mouth on Ryan's cock and the twisting, slippery whatevers felt too fucking good. Nobody had ever taken this kind of time to focus on his pleasure, and he had no idea what to even do with himself. He'd had a lot of sex, but nothing else could possibly compare. The pressure rose dramatically in seconds, his cock was aching, his balls were too tight, and—oh God!

Fuck, he was coming again!

"F-fuck! Ormenus!" Ryan cried out as he thrust into Ormenus's mouth, spilling down his throat. The invisible hands had allowed him to buck and writhe, and he fucked himself through it and used Ormenus like a sex toy.

Ormenus swallowed down every drop like it was the sweetest nectar he'd ever tasted, and he growled.

The rumbling made Ryan's dick throb, and he sobbed—how the hell was he still coming?

The ecstasy warred with the ache of overstimulation until Ryan saw stars and thought he was going to pass out. The feelings slowly ebbed as Ormenus withdrew, and Ryan was left empty, trembling, and wheezing as he tried to remember how to breathe normally.

"Mmm, now that was lovely." Ormenus hummed. "Just lovely."

"Lovely," Ryan gasped in agreement.

Ormenus smirked as he sat beside Ryan, leaning against the headboard with a glass of vodka and a cigarette. The cigarette was lit, and he took a long drag. The smoke he exhaled smelled strange and spicy, and he teased, "Aren't you glad you didn't actually murder me?"

"Very glad." Ryan had to wait for his body to come back online from what was probably the most intense orgasm of his entire life before he could roll over to face Ormenus, watching the smoke wafting from his cigarette. "Might even accept you as a repeat customer if you're lucky."

"That's a given at this point."

"Don't be so sure." Ryan grinned playfully. "My standards are very high. You'd be my first."

"Is that so? And here I was thinking it was because you murdered the rest."

"Guess we'll never know."

Ormenus chuckled. "Well, I am definitely not done with you. I'm not sure if I ever will be, sweetheart. You're far too fascinating."

Ryan shook his head and laughed. "I'm really not."

"You murdered and robbed me with only the barest hint of remorse. I'm beginning to think this is more than a passing hobby for you. You are very fascinating."

"Hey, I totally felt remorse!" Ryan protested. "I actually liked you. I kissed you! And I even kissed you goodbye, if that counts for anything."

"It did help me decide not to kill you back, so I suppose it was worth something after all." Ormenus's smile grew dark.

Ryan shivered. "Fair enough. I'll take it."

"Good. Because I'm going to take you for as long as I find you interesting, which I suspect is going to be a long time. So, you'd better clear your calendar because I intend on occupying a lot of your time for the foreseeable future. That is, unless you're on a particular schedule for murdering."

Ryan didn't like pushy johns, but he was surprised to realize that he actually liked Ormenus. He was funny, great in bed so far, and the insanity of the situation would be worth it if he actually paid what he'd promised. Not to mention that Ormenus had been extremely forgiving about being stabbed.

It was surreal to discuss Ryan's little murdering habit so bluntly and without fear of ending up in handcuffs.

"Ah, and I'm about to fuck your brains out," Ormenus added cheerfully. "Trust me. You'll want me to keep coming back."

"Careful," Ryan warned, boldly stealing the cigarette to get a puff. "It's getting a little Pretty Woman up in here."

Ormenus's eyes wandered over Ryan's naked body. "I guess that means you won't be wanting the giant bubble bath or that poofy red dress I got for you. Shame."

Ryan blew out a cloud of spicy smoke, surprised that the taste was much sweeter than he expected. It reminded him of a clove cigarette, though he couldn't identify it exactly. "It's really just the poofy part I wouldn't like. Don't mind a nice bath or a nice dress, but poofy? Not sure that's my thing."

"Noted." Ormenus swiped the cigarette back, offering his glass in exchange. "Maybe I'll dress you up for our next evening together. Something tight, sparkly, definitely stockings… red."

"You can dress me in anything you want." Ryan sipped the vodka. "I'm flexible."

"We'll soon see about that." Ormenus took one final drag of the cigarette and then it vanished. He slouched down, getting on his back as his pajamas faded away to reveal his powerful, muscular body…

And his cock.

Easily as big around as a soda can, swollen so hard that it was purple at the tip, and definitely topping out at over ten inches, if not more. The purplish color faded into a deep red, and that's when Ryan realized that Ormenus had changed .

His skin was now a spectacular shade of crimson, his smile flashed with sharp fangs, and a pair of curling black horns had sprouted out of his forehead. His hair was darker, and the only thing familiar were the streaks of silver at his temples.

This was Ormenus , the real Ormenus, and he was a demon.

Ryan choked on the vodka, staring at the monstrous man before him.

Ormenus winked and patted his thigh. "Climb aboard, sweetheart. It's time to earn that money, don't you think?"