7. AMADEUS

Chapter seven

AMADEUS

T he human's inexperience was intoxicating, and his inclination towards obedience even more so. His pretty cock hadn't flagged since the moment I'd plastered my body against his in the shower, telling him to be patient as I washed and teased every inch of his freckled skin. I'd whispered how sweet he was for me, waiting and eager, and he'd mewled as I trailed the washcloth over his hip, so close to where he desperately ached for it.

But like a good little pet, he controlled himself, knowing I refused to let his seed be wasted a second time.

I'd used my magic to dry us off, too hungry to feel him inside me to let it happen naturally. We'd already migrated to his bedroom, the floors suspiciously less messy than they had been before. I smirked against his mouth and cupped his cheeks. His avid desire to impress fuelled me, my tongue coiling and constricting around his like a snake as I guided us towards the bed. He made the most deliciously startled noise when I shoved him onto the mattress, his fingers tangling the sheets, the scent of his arousal growing stronger in my nose.

There was a moment when he just stared up at me, lips parted and spit-slick, but then he blinked out of the lust-filled trance to bounce against the bed again, a knot of confusion settling between his brows.

"Did you… This isn't my bed."

Landing on my hands and knees, I crawled over him, hoping my nakedness and the sultry look in my eyes would be distraction enough. "I don't know what you mean, pet."

He rudely swerved to avoid my kiss, glaring up at me instead. "Yes, you do."

I huffed and rose onto my knees to straddle him, crossing my arms over my chest. "I was not getting fucked on that wretched thing. It was lumpy."

After a pause, during which his lips thinned to hide his amusement, he snorted. It sounded rather fond. "You're such high maintenance," he said teasingly, a side of him that I hadn't seen before but wanted more of. "Should I call you Princess?"

"Not if you wish to come again," I retorted, delighted with the genuine laugh it caused, and the kiss he dragged me back down for.

My human proved a quick study. His kisses, once sloppy, were now thorough and dirty, and his hands no longer fumbled, but were firm and deliberate. It thrilled me to no end that he could be moulded so easily, taught how best to please me, and transformed into the perfect little plaything .

It was curious, but this creature stirred an unfamiliar feeling in my chest that I was unsure what to do with, a desire already stronger than any I'd ever known. I wanted to ruin him. To have my fun as intended, then leave him shattered on the floor, relying on me to put the pieces back together, only to be denied.

But that was not all.

I wanted to be attentive, build him up from the ground, and bring out all that I could sense he was capable of. He was not a delicate flower, but precious, all the same. A rare breed within the bunch. It was unheard of for a human—or any other lesser being—not to instantly buckle under my charms, but to my surprise, he'd fought against the tug, stringing me along until he was certain of his own mind. It was commendable, and made me even more determined to have him. Like a beast gnawing at the bars of its cage to be let out, hungry to finally devour its prey.

A laughable reaction, to be sure.

Had I really been so deprived of a worthy distraction that even the slightest whiff of a challenge had me foaming at the mouth? Had my hunt for an exciting new endeavour starved me entirely of sense?

Regardless, sentimentality had no place in a demon's repertoire, so I banished those thoughts and focused on my prize.

Musing could wait until after I'd covered his belly in my cum .

"You are delicious," I purred, laving my tongue across his jawline. "I cannot wait to have you begging."

Isaac moaned, his back arching, his body acting of its own volition and seeking friction. I pandered to him, planting my hands on his chest to grind our lengths together, sighing happily at the feeling of his hardness twitching and dripping, proof of his eagerness. His hands moved to my arse, squeezing as if to encourage my movements. He was a greedy little thing, a creature after my own heart, and I found myself spurning the idea of wasting time on preparation.

With a flick of my wrist, my hole was slick and ready for him to be buried deep inside. There would be plenty of chances to feel the human's fingers stretching me open, but after several tedious days of waiting to get my way, my patience was all but gone.

"Are you sure you want me, petal?" I asked, reaching to notch the tip of his cock against my hole, tormenting him with how wet it was. "Want me to ride you until you're calling my name as sweetly as you curse to God?"

Isaac nodded dumbly, the poor creature not knowing where to look. "Yes."

That was all the approval I needed to finally lower myself onto him, inch by glorious inch. My head fell back, eyes closing and mouth parting with an indulgent smile as my arse connected with his thighs.

The feeling of being full was one I had so dearly missed, and I wished to savour it.

For a moment, at least.

"Fuuuuck," Isaac said through his gritted teeth, his scent a blend of hysteria and lust. "You're so… It feels so tight. I'm not gonna last, and I'm babbling. Oh, bloody fucking hell, I can't…"

"Flatterer," I teased, and when I looked down, his eyes were screwed shut, his muscles tensed.

"Seriously, this is what it feels like? I've been missing so much. Holy shit, holy shit, holy—" He cut himself off with a whine, digging his fingers into my hips as I clenched around him. "If you do that, I'll come, I swear."

With a chuckle, I lifted up, intent on readjusting, but the human panicked, eyes shooting open. "No, no, I'm sorry! Don't leave. I'll shut up."

"You'll do nothing of the sort," I said sternly as I hovered with the tip barely inside. "I find your pointless chatter endearing, but I do wish to come tonight, so I'm going to give you a little assistance."

There was a buzz of magic in the air, and the human jolted with a hiss, his gaze zeroing in on the base of his cock, where a tight golden ring now sat.

"What… what's that?"

"A cock ring. It'll make you last until I'm ready for you to fill me. Any objections?"

He shifted in place, but otherwise didn't refuse. "Feels weird, but no. "

"Good to hear." I slammed back down, the slap of skin almost as satisfying as the human's cry of pleasure.

"Fucking hell!"

I smirked, leaning in to brush my nose against his. "Indeed you are, my dear."

Each roll of my hips thereafter seemed to drive the human wild. He was awkward, at first, tentative with his thrusts. But once he planted his feet for leverage, instinct and desperation took over, and his need to please was obvious in the way he watched my reactions. I combed my metal-tipped fingers through the bouncy blond curls on top of his head, tugging harshly until he whimpered and his cock jerked inside me. The angle of his neck made it easier for me to lick a broad stripe over the pulsing vein and nip at his chin, indulging the barest hint of masochism I'd discovered.

"You feel so good, pet." I moaned as a particularly hard buck nailed my sweet spot. "You're going to make me come without even touching myself."

In truth, he had a lot still to learn, but the image of him underneath me—groaning, his eyes pleading—more than made up for his lack of skill. He was everything I'd imagined he'd be: malleable, eager, a deliriously sweet fruit just ripe for picking. It was exactly what I'd needed: a soul to debauch and guide, something to make mine that wasn't already.

The perfect entertainment.

It wasn't long at all before my skin started to tingle, that familiar heat roaring in the pit of my stomach. Normally, it would last longer, be drawn out until my thighs burned and my pet was babbling reverent nonsense.

But alas, we were both too riled up, and if the little creature chewed his lip any harder it'd be a gory mess.

"Please, Ash," he whined, his voice like music to my ears. Tears even glittered in his pretty blue eyes. It was utterly glorious. "Please, it's too much, I can't…"

"Oh, you poor thing," I cooed, distracting him from the hitch in my voice by circling my hips and clamping down, making his eyes roll and shoulders shake. "Lucky for you, I'm in a merciful mood."

With a thought, I snapped the restraint around his cock, and his grip turned bruising. He pounded up into me like a beast possessed, chasing his orgasm, his body wound so tight it was a wonder he didn't combust.

"Yes, that's it! Give it to me," I groaned, fangs bared. "Fill me up!"

The human came with a sob, his nails biting into my skin, his whole body a trembling arch. I wanted to watch him fall apart, to commit to memory how thoroughly I'd wrecked him, but my vision blazed with fire and my flesh prickled with heat, my full demon form clawing under the surface at the same moment as my release barrelled through me.

I let it filter in, just enough for my senses to heighten and the pleasure to become an almost overwhelming buzz in my veins. It was a rush, an intense hit of adrenaline and power that begged to be unleashed, but I managed to keep it somewhat under control—there would be no benefit in oversharing my vulnerabilities.

A needling wave of fiery feathers sprouted over my back, collarbones, and thighs. It wasn't nearly as freeing as it would feel to unfurl my wings, but it was good, nonetheless. There was a brief moment of euphoria, the entire plane of existence narrowing to nothing except myself and the human tied to me. The erratic beat of his heart echoed in my ears, his scent surrounded me like a cloud of the finest, most addictive perfume, and I felt full in ways I couldn't explain.

The haze broke when Isaac's breath caught. His cock twitched valiantly once more, and I placed my hands on the bed beside his head, breathing through the aftershocks.

The human was panting, staring up at me, transfixed. "You have feathers?" he said, sounding mystified. "They're beautiful. Can I… can I touch them?"

The request was an innocent one, but made my skin crawl all the same. I would have considered it had my nerves not been so raw and the act itself not a little too intimate.

The hopeful look in his eyes, the curiosity, would get him anything, I feared.

"I am a little sensitive right now, pet, but I promise I'll let you touch them to your heart's content another time."

He was disappointed, of course, but nodded in understanding and took to smoothing his hands over my knees instead as if to comfort me—really the most darling little creature .

I rescinded my shift and lay down beside him, letting his soft cock slip free. Neither of us spoke, the human clearly satisfied with basking in the hot and heady afterglow, and I, graciously, hadn't the urge to spoil it yet. It was his first time, after all, and there was no doubt some reflection to be had.

I supposed he deserved to do it in peace.

However, I regretted my lack of interest in mischief almost immediately as the silence allowed the thoughts from earlier to creep in. I had expected the usual detachment to happen, the ‘that was thrilling, but I'm bored again' sensation to occur, but it didn't. I felt good in his presence, sated, and it was—to put it lightly—rather confusing.

I had thought taking the creature's virginity would be a bit of long overdue fun, but lying there, watching his chest rise and fall, sensing the calmness washing over him that I suspected he hadn't known for a long time, felt different. I felt greedy, as if I could have him over and over again and never grow tired of it.

I wanted him to know more of that tranquillity and ease, and be the reason for it.

It was… strange.

It was no secret that the human was drowning in self-loathing—a typically hilarious sight from my perspective. His confidence was nearly non-existent, and the fear of failure his constant companion. Since my arrival, I'd caught mere glimpses of his true personality. His wit, his creativity, his persistence. All bewitching qualities, but because of the rut he was stuck in, they were all buried deep under misery and hopelessness. He needed to be dragged out of that pitiful hole, nurtured until his spark returned with force.

For reasons I was not yet privy to, the more I dwelt on it, the more attractive the idea of being the one to do it was. There had to be a hidden agenda in there of some kind, as nothing benevolent was done without the promise of personal gain, but nevertheless, I craved to see this wondrous creature heal and grow and be content.

In fact, the sadness I'd once found tantalising in its promise of entertainment was now acidic on my tongue.

"So, is that it?" Isaac's voice drew me from my musings, his gaze fixed to the ceiling. "Are you free to leave now? Is the bond gone?"

"Careful, pet…" I shifted closer, playfully trailing a finger over his belly, the mess I'd left disappearing. "One might get a complex being cast out from your bed so soon without even a word of praise."

He looked at me, wide eyed with worry. "That's not—this was amazing , I just—"

"I'm only teasing you, my dear." I kissed his pec in apology. "To answer your question… Not yet. But now, I can help you. Remember, I'm here until you are satisfied."

"I'm very satisfied."

"As am I," I purred, watching his cheeks bloom redder. "But it's deeper than lust, pet. You'll know when your wishes have been granted. When your soul is full of whatever it is you seek. "

There was a pause, probably for contemplation, before he hummed and folded one of his arms behind his head. He curled the other around my back, pinning me tighter against him. I felt him twirling the ends of my hair idly through his fingers, and surprisingly, I didn't want to fight it.

"Maybe we should get to know each other then?" he said, and I narrowed my eyes in suspicion.

"Why?"

"I want to know more about you," he said with a shrug, and it was so authentic that after a quick internal debate and a shimmy to get more comfortable, I nodded for him to continue. "Okay, er… Have you done this before? Assisted humans with their hopes and dreams, I mean."

"No, you are my first." I fluttered my lashes exaggeratedly, making him huff. "In fact, it was a surprise that I was transported here at all. We have people for this type of thing: demons dedicated to fulfilling the desires of humans who unknowingly cast a summons. But your magician must've sensed your need for more than just a low-grade demon. You needed me , specifically, and though I am unsure why—" I lowered my voice to a purr. "It would be thrilling to find out."

Ignoring my flirtatiousness, he moved on. Spoilsport . "Where are you from?"

"I believe you already know the answer to that."

"Hell?"

"A version of it, yes."

"What's it like?" he asked, genuinely curious. " Your home?"

"Hot," I joked, fully anticipating the eye roll that followed. In truth, it was difficult to describe, especially to a human. Not because of the otherworldly sense of wealth and grandeur, or the thrum of magic that drifted constantly in the air, but home for a demon didn't mean the same as it seemed to for mortals. They had more romantic or sentimental connotations for the word, whereas, for us, it was merely a place we resided, ruled over, and nothing more.

My manor held no deeper attachments for me other than strictly material, or as a symbol of power, though I doubted that was what the little creature wanted to hear.

Never let it be said that I hadn't strived to humour his inquisition.

"It's decadent," I finally said, tone turning wistful. For effect. "My manor itself is the grandest display of architecture, to be sure. It was built from gold and marble with pillars of quartz, and it stands on a colossal hill overlooking the iridescent river used to ferry souls to their judgement."

The human stiffened under me. "Sounds, er, wonderful."

"You did ask, pet."

"Yeah, I know, but…" He cleared his throat. "Was it not depressing?"

"On the contrary, I found it rather peaceful. There was nothing quite like lounging on my balcony with a good book, the white noise of all those bloodcurdling screams of despair playing in the background. They really are—"

"Alright, alright. Forget I asked." I let out a soft snort at his unease, though he clearly wasn't put off enough to abandon his questioning. "You mentioned a brother before. Do you only have the one?"

"I have five brothers and six sisters."

His eyes widened. "Holy shit. That's… a lot."

"Hm. Growing up, it was rather crowded for a time, I'll admit." The distant memories of us all inhabiting the same palace halls, learning our places, and vying for the attention of our father were not particularly welcome ones. "But as we came of age, we were granted our own estates to manage, and it wasn't as suffocating. In fact, our familial bonds possibly saw improvement because of it. Marginally . We would still destroy one another if the need arose."

"You weren't close with any of them in particular?"

"No," I said, honestly, shrugging at his sympathetic frown. "It is what it is, my dear. Though, credit where it is due, Amara threw the best parties, so I did frequent her manor more than the others. Shame I'll miss her next one."

Isaac wilted, his eyes dropping. "And that's my fault."

I tapped the underside of his chin, bringing his gaze to mine again. "None of that, pet. I am enjoying myself here more than I expected. A great deal more than I would at any party—even one with an arena for… wrestling." My insinuation startled an exasperated huff out of him. "Besides, my years come slower than yours. I could be by your side until the end of your days, and only a fraction of time will have passed in my realm. "

"So, this could be like a holiday for you?"

I smiled at his comparison, and the hopeful look in his eye. "Yes."

Without a sign of nervousness, he slid his arm out from under his head and reached over to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear before resuming his position. The touch was soft enough to make me falter.

"Well, for what it's worth, I'm sorry," he said. "I should have questioned the shopkeeper more, but I honestly didn't expect the spell to work. I thought he was just a really good actor in a novelty shop."

I snorted. "Yes, perhaps you should have been slightly more inquisitive, but you are not at fault. This shopkeeper should have warned you of the consequences."

"So you don't hate me?"

"I have no reason to. You are a wonderful little thing," I said honestly, swaying forward to press a kiss to his jaw. "I am quite fond of you."

The smallest smile ticked at the corner of his lip, but I felt his elation seeping through the tie in our chest, giving away his true feelings.

I rested my head on his ribs, facing away so he couldn't see my look of pride.

The next morning, the human received a letter of acceptance into his flower contest. There were tears, there was the ever-lingering scent of nerves, but above it all was pure, unfiltered joy. The cheek-dimpling smile that split his face was brighter than any I'd ever seen.

And why did that make my cold heart skip?