Chapter 12

12

Sam jumps up at the end of our game, slams back the rest of her water, and offers me a high five. “See ya, El. I’m off to change the world!”

I give her a high five and watch her walk out my front door. She’s cool, and it was great refreshing that friendship. Apparently she’s a demon from Hell, and she thought it was amazing I survived my adventure there. I let her know it was Darcy who did most of the work for that, but she was still impressed by me.

As she hits the button for the elevator, the doors open and Darcy walks out. Sam offers him knuckles, and he bumps her fist as they pass each other. I wait for him in my doorway, and this angel of a man greets me with another tumbler of what smells like pecan coffee. I could kiss him.

Oooh. Dammit. I didn’t have time for a good wash out. “Hey, I need like half an hour in the bathroom before you fuck me. I didn’t really have—”

“Who the fuck did Samantha kill?” he demands, staring at the spot where Jimmy met his end.

“Oh, I forgot to lock the door when Sam got here and she ended up killing a guy I went on one date with. You know, it’s kinda weird how my exes are coming out of the woodwork. Although I don’t think Jimmy is an ex. We didn’t even hook up; I wasn’t interested in a rebound after Stalker Steve, and Jimmy really only wanted someone to fuck him. I’m not exactly a dedicated bottom, but I would be if I ever found a dedicated top, ya know? Anyway, Sam took care of it and the gargoyles ate him, and I still need a shower. You good to wait?”

Darcy huffs, eyes blazing with irritation. “How many exes do you have?”

What a ridiculous question. “I’ve been on a lot of dates, but I've only had a few partners or boyfriends. Sam was a girlfriend for a hot minute, but it turns out I’m gay, so it didn’t work out. She’s still just as wonderful as she was when we were dating though.”

“She murdered someone in your apartment.” He points that out like it’s an argument against her wonderfulness.

“I’m about to go wash my ass out so you can fuck me good and proper, and you murdered someone in my apartment too. I don’t think you have much room to judge.”

Darcy snorts. “I'm not judging. I’m just questioning your ability to character assess.”

“Pfft. I’m an excellent judge of character, and like I said: I’m just not worried about things that aren’t in my control. Sam decapitating a guy with a baseball bat isn’t something within my control. Sam does what Sam wants to do, you know. I love that about her, and if I tried to stop her, she’d shove my own foot so far up my ass I’d have to have it surgically removed, and I want to have the use of my ass for pleasure for the rest of my life, so I’m never going to be the guy who gets between her and a murder spree if that’s what she wants. I’m the guy who helps dump the bodies in the river when she’s done.”

Affection lines the surprised laugh that spills from Darcy. “You realize that the exes popping out of the woodwork is because of your little adventure with the flink, right? It’s magic drawing them here.”

“That would explain why Sam decided to come for a visit. It’s been a few years since we were in the same place. Speaking of... Do you think you could do anything about putting a moratorium on bounties on her? She's doing good work, and I don’t think she deserves to always have someone gunning for her.”

Darcy considers that for a moment and pulls out his knife. “Go shower. I’ll see what I can do.”

“Thanks.”

I take myself to my bedroom and grab some going out clothes before heading to the bathroom. It’s a PITA to take my prosthetic off and then put it back on again, but I’m very sex-motivated, so I do all the things I need to do for a great night of getting railed by a dick worthy of my delicious ass. I redress in my best shirt and pants, but I don’t bother buttoning up because I’m literally going to walk out there, get on my knees on the couch with my ass on display, and let him have his way with me until we’re both making messes I have no intention of having the energy to clean up. Why bother buttoning up for that?

I did put on my favorite pair of underoos. I’m a movie guy, not a comic book guy, and I usually have more of a Marvel vibe than a DC vibe, but my favorite pair of underoos is Green Lantern. I look really good in green, and these make my package pop. I like that. It makes me feel sexy.

When I walk back out to the living room, Darcy’s there, reading a book I’m pretty sure the house sitter left behind. I don’t remember buying or borrowing On The 2 by Felice Stevens. Looks interesting though. “What’s it about?”

Darcy looks up from the book, eyeing my open shirt. “Grumpy guy meets sunshine guy on the train they take to work every morning. That’s all I know so far. Why did you put on pants when I’m just going to take them off?”

I grin sliding my hand into the front of my pants, cupping my quickly swelling dick. “I figured you’re taking me out afterward, so I didn’t really need to leave them in the bathroom.”

Darcy arches a brow. “You could have left them in the bedroom. I like fucking on beds, you know?”

I push my pants down to show off my sexiness, rubbing my erection over the fabric hiding it from view. “I enjoy kneeling on my couch. It’s super comfy.”

Darcy watches my hand move over my chubby. “Are those superhero underwear?”

I show him the symbol my hand was hiding, smiling widely at the laugh it elicits from him. “I’d make an excellent Green Lantern.”

“You might. Show me what you’re hiding,” he urges, adjusting his own dick.

With Darcy’s attention riveted on me, I push my underwear down to my thighs and stroke my cock until it’s standing up at an angle, ready and raring.

Darcy’s pupils expand as he eyes the action and his cheeks flush with arousal. “Oh, look at you, Peach. Yer lovely, ain’tcha?”

He climbs off the couch, reaching for me. I give him full access to my cock, and he strokes it, stopping at the tip to play with it, sending pleasure chills running over my skin.

I groan in pleasure. I love having my cock touched. “ Ng . So good.”

“Where is your lube?” Darcy demands, pushing my shirt open and licking my nipple.

“Fuck, you’re so sexy,” I whine, watching him mouth my skin.

“Lube?” he demands again, and I pull a little bottle out of my pocket—his dick is massive and I haven’t been railed in a few months, so I need a lot of lube—and give it to him.

As soon as he takes it, I kneel on the couch, bending over and sticking my ass out. I really want this, and I need him to get started right away.

Darcy smacks my ass, grabbing the bouncy cheek and jiggling it like his own personal fidget toy.

“Yeah. I like that.” Good communication is the key to good sex, and I’m an excellent communicator. “I like having my ass played with. You can bite me, and I love a good rimming, but I know that’s not for everyone.”

Darcy snorts. “Peach, I’m over seven thousand years old; rimmin’ is a specialty.”

“Fuck yeah. Seven thousand years of experience? I bet you’re the best at sex.”

Darcy’s low chuckle rumbles through me and I shiver in anticipation of what he could do with that while his mouth is on me. “I’m fixin’ to eat this juicy ass and fuck ya til yer walking funny.”

I groan, fully on board for this level of sexscapade. “Please do.”

Darcy smacks my ass again, grabbing it like before. “My bite’s gon’ make this a lot easier. You good with that?”

I don’t know what that means, but I already told him biting was a go, and anything to make taking that monster cock of his is good. I should have had him grab some poppers now that I’m thinking about it. Next time. “Yeah, I’m good with that.”

Gripping both cheeks, he spreads them wide, exposing my needy little hole. Desperation builds up in me in anticipation of whatever he’s going to do.

“Please,” I hiss.

“Oh, Peach,” he rumbles back. His teeth sink into my ass cheek, and I squeal, surprised by the bite and pain of it. I—I think he really bit me. Blood and everything.

Aaaaannnd that tracks, honestly. He’s a blood witch or something, right?

Outward from the pain of the bite, a wave of tingling pleasure spreads, pulling up goosebumps on my skin from my ass to my head and down to my toes. For a few seconds it leaves me a little light-headed, and heat gathers in my core, growing warmer by the second until it culminates in a gentle explosion of warmth that spreads to every muscle in my body and relaxes me on a wave of pleasure…

“Holy father of gay baby jeezus!” Is this guy venomous and does his venom make people horny?

Darcy laughs. “That’s a new one for me. You like?”

“What’s not to l—IKE!” I shout that last syllable when he swipes his tongue over my asshole, bottom to top.

Darcy doesn’t reply with words, but his tongue speaks loudly, proving his absolute expertise in the art of tonguing a guy’s hole. He laves and swirls, pokes and massages, and hums in that deep fucking voice of his like he’s the king of rimming. I swear I love a good tonguing, but this is next level. I’ve never come from a tongue in my ass, but he might get me there.

“Fuck yessssss,” I hiss, unable to stop myself from rocking on his face.

Darcy takes the compliment with a deep chuckle that seriously needs to be used as research for prostate massagers. Lost in the bliss of his mouth, it takes a moment to feel the stretch when he pushes a finger into me. “Mercy, yer delicious, Peach. You gon’ let me in this sweet ass like the pretty lil bottom bitch you are?”

A shiver runs up my spine with Darcy’s words as he massages my cheek with one hand and slowly stretches me with another finger. “Yes. Fuck. Put another one in,” I urge, pushing back. It doesn’t hurt at all, and I swear it’s because of the magical venom in his bite.

“Gon’ work this bountiful ass good. Make sure yer plenty loose when I slide in. Gotta take good care of my toys, don’t I?”

“Why does that ridiculous accent work for me? Fuck.”

Darcy laughs low and deep. “You know they learned it from me,” he rumbles as he slides another finger in next to the first two.

“Of course they did.” My words huff out of me as he stretches my hole, pushing those three fingers as deep as he can, pulling them back out, and repeating. Usually the stretch burns, but his venom’s got me feeling like I’ve been dosed with a combination of pure arousal and breed-me chemicals. If I could self lubricate, I’d be soaking wet and dripping. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Darcy, get in me. I’m ready.”

I’m feeling so fucking good, ready for his cock, but this miracle of a man doesn’t stick his dick in me. Instead the fucker bites me again, sinking teeth into the other side of my ass and injecting more of that sex venom.

It’s so fucking hot. On the wave of another rush of fuck-me magic, my body and mind fully give in to whatever he wants. “Don’t get your underoos in a twist, Peach. I’ll fuck you when I’m ready to.”

“Please stretch me faster,” I beg, pushing, pushing, needing.

More. Fuck, I need more.

Darcy’s rumbling laughter accompanies the loss of his fingers. I whimper, hoping that means he’s ready. The snick of the lube gets me excited, but then he’s back at my hole with his fingers. Not one handed, like before. He uses both hands, pushes his fingers into me, and pulls my hole apart, gaping it with both finesse and brute strength. It should hurt, but it doesn’t. It feels like yes-finally-now-I’m-ready. “Looking mighty fine, Peach.” He accompanies his words with the caress of his tongue around my rim again.

His tongue disappears for a second, then his fingers follow. I nearly cry out in disappointment before what feels like his entire fist pushes past my outer ring.

“Fuck!” I shout, surprised as he takes me straight to the stratosphere with what feels like a punch to my prostate.

Darcy licks my rim again. I look back, twisting to see him lick me where his forearm has me stretched open, gaping wide. The visual takes me to paradise. I’m so fucking into this. I’m a quivering ball of lust and need, full up and ready, oh so ready for the push and pull of what is promising to be a wild ride. I watch him lick my stretched out hole, twisting his arm with shallow thrusts. He plays inside me, but barely touches my prostate, relying on his own magic to keep me pulsing and wanton.

It’s the best stretching I’ve ever had, and by the time he gets enough of tonguing me, I’m desperate for his flagpole cock. He gently pulls his arm out of me, slicks himself up, and moments later the blunt head of his utterly enormous cock presses into my passage with a smooth slide, eased by lube and his wet and thorough prep work.

My chin hits my chest as he slides in. “Oh fuuuuuck.” The groan that comes out of me is pornographic to my own ears, and it must do something for Darcy because the man punches his hips forward, shocking me with the sudden, welcome stuffing I have been looking forward to all day.

I gasp in awe when his hips meet my ass cheeks. “I didn’t think you’d get it all in,” I rasp, pleased with my body for accommodating the baseball bat he was born with.

The fisting probably helped.

“Well fuck, Peach. This ass of yers was made fer me,” he declares, grinding his hips to emphasize his point.

It feels like his dick is in my stomach, but he’s not hurting me one bit.

He pulls back, and the slide sends lightning pleasure shooting through me. My balls tighten as if they’re ready to shoot, then he slams into me, and I lose it. My body breaks out in shivers as he rails me just like I knew he would, and a deep pleasure builds inside me, radiating outward from the connection of our bodies to every nerve ending in every extremity. I’m a live wire of pure arousal, pulsing in time with the piston of his hips.

He reaches around me, grabbing my dick, reminding me of its existence. I don’t know how I forgot about it, but as soon as his hand touches it, strokes it, reminds me of where my orgasm happens, I shoot off, crying out like I’ve never had an orgasm in my life. “Oh fuck! Fuck! Don’t stop! Fuck me!”

“Good toy,” he rumbles, wrapping an arm around me and pulling my hips as tight to his body as he can, finishing me with the pounding I need to take me out of this life.

My orgasm feels like it lasts forever, like I’ve been taken to heaven and I’ll never be the same again. It’s light and pleasure, an eternity of ecstasy, and then it gets better.

His cock feels like it swells inside me and his voice shakes the room as his hips stutter, and he pulses inside me, shooting jet after hot jet of spunk that fills me with bubbles. I don’t know how, but it feels like I break into a thousand balls of floating light as he fills me up. Like I’m a glowing mist or a rainbow prism.

I’m fucked out and cum drunk by the time the magic pulls me back together, lying on the couch with Darcy panting heavily atop me, holding me like he never wants to let go.

His weight grounds me as I recover from the best sex I’ve ever had. I’m going to have to convince him for a repeat after dinner. There is no way once is enough, especially with his magic missile.

“Good job,” I tell him, rubbing his back in appreciation. “You’re going to do that again later.”

If I make it a statement, he probably won’t argue much.

Ha.

Darcy does what Darcy wants. “Yes, I sure as fuck am.”

“Yay me.”