Chapter 18

18

“Oh Peach, yer such a good toy, aintcha?” his laughter rolls around the room, full of promise. “Let me help with that.”

He doesn’t let me pull my fingers out, rather he pours lube on both his fingers and mine, adding one of his own alongside mine and humming softly as he bends and bites my ass. It’s a gentler bite than I expect, considering last time, but fuck if it doesn’t make my cock jump in anticipation. My body warms from the bite, and the same magic that heated me before does it again, relaxing me and readying me for everything Darcy’s about to do.

He targets my prostate with his sunken finger, and I forget about the initial stretch for a lightning strike moment. “Fuck!” I yelp, pressing back and losing my fingers in the effort.

He clicks his tongue, pulling his finger out and adding more to replace what I lost. “Such a pretty ass,” he mutters and licks my rim.

“Oh,” I breathe, losing my breath as he hums against my rim.

His skill with his tongue makes me gasp and rock, greedy for more. He pulls out again, adding his fourth finger and setting off lightning, and I jump and brace myself on the bed, clutching the sheets as I push back for more.

“Yes. More. Do it again. Fuck!”

His dark laughter and the vibrations of it rock my world. I don’t know why or how or what it is about his voice, but it digs in deep and turns everything up a notch. He pulls his hand out of my ass and spreads my cheeks, gaping my hole and licking it like a motherfucking ice cream cone. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Please get in me. Fuck!”

“Jussa sec.” Darcy tortures me with his tongue and fingers for an eternity before my knees start hurting and I lose my balance, tipping to the side toward my missing foot.

Darcy’s fingers are ripped out of my ass, and he rumbles with a note of annoyance as he helps me turn onto my back. He pulls my hips to the edge of the bed and grabs the lube again. He pushes my legs toward my chest, and I grab them behind my knees. His words send shivers of anticipation through me as he renews the lube on my ass and slathers his cock.

“Good lord, Peach. I’m gon’ fill you up. You make my balls ache. Ain’t never seen anything so purdy.”

He’s thousands of years old, so that’s hard to believe, but damn, it feels nice to hear, especially with my scarred up leg right in his face.

He rocks his massive dick through my crease, groaning with pleasure. I pull my legs tighter to my chest, needing him in me, wanting to feel that connection again. He rubs the tip of his cock over my rim, up and down, over and over, until it catches on the edge, and then he finally pushes in.

Oh fuck, that feels so good! How? I want to know how his entry—this massive dick—can feel like a sea of pleasure and an ocean of euphoria, drawing me into the haze of sex and lust.

“Fuck me.” I’m desperate for everything he’s about to do to me. “Give me what you got, magic man.”

The volcanic rumble of his laughter fills the room, and it sparks something inside me. Something hot and needy, fiery, and fully his. Something completely loyal to him.

He pulls out and slams back into me, and I cry out, both in pleasure and because that thing inside me is hotter than before, louder.

Oh fuck. That’s—

“Oh my god, Darcy,” I cry out as he slaps his hips against my ass again. “My dragon. I feel it!”

Darcy pushes his cock as far into me as possible, leaning over me with a worried expression. “You about to shift, Peach?”

I—I’m not—

“Maybe? I don’t know. He’s right there. I can feel him. He’s burning for you. Fuck. He—Darcy? I need you to fuck me hard right now. Don’t stop. It feels like I’m going to die if you stop.”

Darcy pulls his cock all the way out of me, lines back up, and slams in again, setting a pace that hits my nervous system so thoroughly that my entire body shudders with bliss, curling toes I don’t even have at the end of my phantom foot. I shiver, tickled by the sensation.

My inner dragon’s thunderous approval meets Darcy’s volcanic aura, and the two unite in a liminal space that drowns me in a pleasure so intense that my body ignites in ecstasy, sending me flying into space as I throb like a pulsar, shooting jets of cum across my belly and chest.

Darcy grunts and the windows vibrate with the low frequency sound coming from him as he slams into me and fills me to the brim with his cum. Aftershocks rock me every time his cock jerks inside me. The pleasure stretches on as my dragon wraps himself up in Darcy’s inner volcano monster like this is an orgy and they’re the other participants.

I laugh at that, sending a shot of pleasure through both of us where our bodies connect. “Our inner monsters really like each other.”

Darcy rubs his hands up and down my legs. He doesn’t shy away from touching the end of my leg. Rather, he caresses the scars there, leans over, and kisses my inner calf. Another shudder of bliss crawls up my body. I’ve never had anyone touch me there.

It’s a shockingly wonderful experience.

“Do it again,” I whisper and watch as his lovely smile presses against the skin on my calf and he kisses me again.

Goosebumps erupt all over me.

Darcy kisses up and down my short leg, touching me like even the imperfect parts are precious. My heart aches as I watch, drowning in emotions I didn’t know I needed in my heart.

Darcy gives my leg time and attention, his cock softens inside me, and my body naturally expels it, ending the magical connection between our monsters. The fire that smoldered under my skin fades—

I blink up at the ceiling, inhaling deeply as I enjoy the scent of satiation after a round of rigorous sex. Darcy is the best lover I’ve ever had, and maybe it’s my own comparative inexperience, but it’s probably because he’s had literally thousands of years to perfect his skills. I barely remember coming, but fuck. Any lover that can fuck my brains out like that is one worth their weight in gold.

“Do you think you’re dense because there’s gold flowing through your veins instead of iron?” I ask as I scoot up the bed to find a pillow.

Darcy climbs up with me and flops down beside me, turning to lay his head on my chest. I wrap an arm around him, running the tips of my fingers up and down his arm. “No. I’ve got iron in my veins like everyone else. I’m dense for other reasons.”

“Like what?” It’s curious that a person can weigh more than they look like they do.

“I’m four-nine, a hundred forty-five centimeters. Imagine fitting a person who’s twelve feet tall into a body this size. I’m a djinn, as I’ve said before. Do you know what a djinn is?”

“Like a genie?” That’s my best guess, but it feels wrong to say it.

Darcy traces my nipple with the tip of his finger. “That is the common English vernacular, yes. Djinn like me are from a realm that exists between the phases of Hell and Fae. It’s called Purgory, and some idiot thought it was a good idea to tell humans that, and they started calling it Purgatory.

“We don’t usually leave Purgory because it’s dangerous. Leaving our home realm can sometimes lead to being trapped. In Hell, the trap is usually a lava pool. The fire dancers of Hell are the result of demons impregnating djinn or vice versa. Our demonic offspring play in the fire of the volcanic spires in Hell with the dragons that you come from. More often than not, dragons and fire dancers intermarry.”

“The chemistry between us is probably because of that.” It makes sense to me; we are off the charts hot together.

“Yes,” he agrees and continues. “A djinn caught in Fae is usually trapped in a fairy circle. That doesn’t often last long, and usually the reason for the entrapment is a temporary boost in power. Sometimes the djinn will linger with an elf and the result can be an elf with a specific affinity for a certain element. Most often it is fire, but occasionally another element will become the main aspect of an elf’s magic. We call them witches. Fire witches, earth witches…”

“Hedge witches,” I offer, because I know that’s what Darcy is too.

“Yes, exactly. You know the problem with this universe?”

This feels like it’s going somewhere sad again. “Tell me.”

“Some living beings can’t interact with this universe. In Purgory, I could interact with everything. In Hell, again, it’s easy to interact. In Fae, the Wilds welcome me. In this universe. I’m nothing. A spirit. Something with incredible power but no ability to activate it or use it. In this realm, a djinn is air, wind, nothing at all. So trapping a djinn in this universe requires incarnating them first.”

“Oh fuck,” I whisper, squeezing him in close. He’s about to tell me—

“This body is the trap I’m forced to live in, and there is no escape because it was made from the blood of a fire dancer and a hedge witch. I was born of the three realms that sit outside of this universe so that I could exist in it. So that Lilith could imprison me.” He huffs a morose laugh. “And now the universe itself has imprisoned me again, forcing me to be the Avatar of Neutrality.”

I close my eyes and sit with the pain in his explanation, pressing my lips to the top of his head and breathing in the scent of smoke and fire. “That’s shit luck,” I grumble, pulling him in close and holding him tight.

Whatever else he is, right now he’s a man in need of a no strings attached hug, and I’m just the guy to give that to him.