Page 2 of King's Obsession

The confidence was infuriating, except it made him smile for the first time since his father had died and left him alone with the demon vultures who wanted to pick over his bones.

“I accept.” Both he and his demon agreed. They would find the voice and then…

“Then come find me,” came the taunt.

The voice was moving, and Asmodeus’ smile widened as he translocated to his left, where he thought the voice was coming from. After fruitless minutes, he moved on. The voice taunting him—arousing him. He discarded the fur, his skin overly warm in the humid summer night as he continued to hunt the darkness.

“Do you give up?” the voice whispered from behind him sometime later.

Asmodeus swung around and met nothing but darkness. The night creatures were silent, as if participating in the game. “No.” The hardness of his cock wouldn’t permit that.

Deep belly laughter came through the leaves, and Asmodeus continued the game, growling for effect. His heart was light, despite his failure. The game gave him no time to dwell and allowed him to believe that what was waiting for him in the demon realm, in that moment, didn’t exist.

A hand stroked down his naked back, and he spun, his demon fighting to break free. All he could see were eyes so bold, so beautiful. Then they disappeared, and a voice next to his ear murmured, “Do you surrender?”

He shuddered, his arousal painfully hard, his heart thundering in his ears. “Yes,” they moaned, unable to prevent it from tumbling from their lips. It was as if the universe had taken their will and given it to this man. Asmodeus couldn’t explain it, and with how his demon was acting and in full agreement, he pushed aside the concern that he was doing something that would alter him, change him somehow.

When warm, roughen hands stroked down the flanks of his body, dragging him back against a solid, equally naked body, his demon cried out “Ours,” into the night.

Hot breath ghosted his ear as a rumble of laughter reverberated through the chest pressed against his back. “We will see.”

Asmodeus wanted to argue, but the arousal pulsing against his ass stole his breath when it slid between his ass cheeks. He groaned at the sensations of skin touching skin. When he fucked normally, it was clothed, no skin-on-skin contact, and he always did the fucking. This was…

When a large, roughened palm moved and fingers clasped around his cock, he was ready to beg. He had never felt the need to have someone touch him this way, yet if the man stopped now, Asmodeus’ universe would surely disappear into nothingness.

The thought tumbled through his mind as hands stoked, teased, and touched him intimately. When a finger slipped into his mouth with a whispered command, ‘suck’ he did, without question.

He became lost to his need.

His sense of self was somehow gone in those moments. Teeth grazed the pulse at his throat, nipping as a finger breached him. The burn made his cock throb and drip. The clasping hand stroking from base to tip never stopped as one finger became two, then three, each time he sucked them as demanded. Not once did he consider voicing a complaint, not even when the fingers got replaced with the broad, wet head of the huge arousal.

His moan tore from his throat at the pressure, at the burn, as his body accepted what hissoul craved.

His mind screamed at the danger, even as his body willingly gave.

“Feel me,” rasped the voice against his fast-beating pulse, before the teeth nipped a little harder. The skin broke, a tongue lapped at him, and lights danced in front of his eyelids like fireflies swarming.

His cock went berserk, cum spraying the ground in front of him as he lay back against the solid body, helpless. Utterly helpless to how every molecule inside him hummed for one specific purpose—the man who held him.

They were connected. Asmodeus’ ass squeezed the shaft, milking it as the thrusting became uncontrolled. Deep inside him, the release pulsed as his own continued to spray the forest floor, as they groaned and moaned in unison.

Asmodeus sensed the moment everything adjusted in his world, despite having no understanding of why. And that was what had him fighting to escape, he wrenched free of the hands, the cock. Cum dripped from his ass as he spun and stared at the man—troll—who stood looking at him with knowing eyes.

The darkness hid nothing, and with a thought, he left.

At the portal, he didn’t check if it was safe before he darted back into his realm. His whole body quaked, and his human side growled like a wounded animal.

What have we done?

Go back and find out!His human half fought him.

No. We need to understand this… thing… whatever it is, first. It’s dangerous.

He’s not dangerous to us,his human side argued.

Asmodeus didn’t agree when a part of him no longer lived in this realm.Until we know for sure, we wait.

When we know we will go back, you swear?

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