Page 21 of King's Obsession

“Do you yield?”

The grumbly voice lifted all the tiny hairs on Asmodeus’s body, the vibrations doing strange things to him. His knees weakened, and he moaned, “Yes. Please…”

Those large fingers stroked over his neck as a hand slipped around the base of his cock and clasped him far too gently. “Please…” he gasped, tilting his ass in invitation—encouragement. “Show me.”

A cheek pressed against his, the beard silky. “Show you what?”

He released a trembly breath. “Everything.” He leaned into his blissful one. “Show me your strength. All of it.”

“It’s a lot,” he replied, the beat of his heart, that Asmodeus could feel through the chest, increasing.

With nothing more than a thought, he prepared his body. “I know. Matched by Fate in both forms, you will not hurt me. I am ready for you…willing,” he replied, giving the simple truth as he knew it.

The hiss of air coming through teeth was all the warning he got. Dragged backwards he felt, rather than saw, them hitting a tree. One that had to be large and sturdy because, though it rocked, it did nothing more. The hand around his throat tightened a fraction, encouraging him to place his head on the large shoulder behind it. “Wrap your arms around my neck.” His nose ran down his exposed throat. “And whatever you do, don’t let go.”

Excitement belonged to both of them. He slid his arms up and back to hold on to the thick neck, locking his fingers together, dislodging the hand at his throat. It moved and pressed to the center of his chest, effectively pinning him against Dougal. His breath came in shuddering waves at the thrill of what was to come grew inside him.

Dougal shifted his weight behind him, his hips moving away. About to complain, he released a gasp when his cock pressed against his well lubed hole. The surface of the sticky head pushed against the rim of muscle. A burning sensation followed that short-circuited his brain.

He groaned and moved restlessly at the continued pressure that seemed never-ending. “Fuck,” he mewled, while trying to keep from tensing. “You got a totem pole back there?”

Laughter rumbled through his troll. “I’m big all over. I’ll stop—”

“Don’t you fucking dare,” he growl—panted. “I want this.” His words were barely a strangled whisper as the muscle gave way and the head of the cock pushed in. Dougal didn’t move, and Asmodeus was grateful for it, as his body adapted, and the burn became a deep-seated ache that came with the need…for more. It grew with each passing second until Asmodeus could no longer remain still. He rocked his hips up, and the cock in his ass pushed in an inch, all that followed was fullness, and he continued. Driven by the desire to know exactly what his blissful one offered.

Dougal remained motionless, whispering encouragement. “That’s it, claim what is yours.”

The words settled deep inside him and stimulated him to leak pre-cum. “I am. Now you do the same,” he insisted with a throaty moan.

The sound that came from his troll made his cock jerk as the grip at the base of his shaft tightened. “Don’t let go,” he rasped into his ear. “Whatever you do, don’t do that.”

His fingers locked harder together at the quiet command, one that could have come across as a threat. Asmodeus knew differently. “I won’t.”

The creak of wood sounded ominous as Asmodeus received a punishing thrust that hit his sweet spot so hard his vision wavered and cum spurted from him, making his ass clamp down. He groaned in pained pleasure. Pinned by the enormous cock in his ass, the hand on his chest and the one holding his cock, all he could do was cling on and surrender to the feelings. The ache that bloomed at the base of his spine unfurled and left him no place to hide as it consumed his soul. His very being. Everything ceased to exist other than how his troll made him feel—everything.

He sank into the emotions and let them take him. At that moment, he didn’t know where he began, and Dougal ended. They were one. Troll and Demon. Forever eternal. He would burn the world to the ground if anyone tried to take that from him. “Forever…” he rasped. “Promise me forever.”

The press of the fingers against his chest increased painfully, but he didn’t resist, expanding his chest, wanting more. “You already have it, my love.” The words floated through his mind. “You only needed to accept it.”

He roared into the darkness, cum pulsing from his cock over the ground as warmth filled his ass from the throbbing, expanding cock that held him prisoner. The tree branches clacked together like thunder. The earth moved beneath the soles of the feet as he understood the forest welcomed their union.Forever,he promised the forest.I will treasure him forever.

Chapter Thirteen

Dougal

There was a shift in the air. Change was coming. Which was why Dougal wasn’t surprised to be woken up before dawn by a frantic pounding on his door. “Dougal. Your Majesty. Help, you fuckers. Peni needs HELP!” The yells were barely heard over the knocking on the door, but the panic was clear.

Asmodeus rolled out of bed so fast that he was a blur, his demon form emerging as he moved towards the door. Dougal moved just quickly, putting his hand on his mate’s arm. “This is not a situation that should be met with anger,” he said quietly. “This is one of your own asking for your help.”

“Then he should’ve said please instead of fuckers.” Asmodeus stepped back, changing into his human form as Dougal opened the door. Merihem was there, and Dougal would never have believed he would see a red demon’s skin look gray, but worry had etched deep wrinkles around the man’s eyes and mouth.

“You’d better come in.”

“It’s Peni.” As if that wasn’t obvious. The smaller man was cradled against Merihem’s chest, his face twisted in pain. As Merihem stepped through Dougal’s wards, Peni let out a high-pitched scream, causing Merihem and Asmodeus to wince. “He keeps doing that. Is it the baby? Is something wrong? What’s happening?”

“The little one is ready to meet you. Asmodeus, we need your clicky powers,” Dougal closed the door and quickly pushed his couch out of the way. “A bed—wide—this high.” He indicated about waist height. “A comfortable mattress with an adjustable base so we can prop Peni up. Pillows. A mountain of pillows. Merihem, start clicking your fingers, too. We need hot water and clean towels. A blanket would be useful to protect Peni’s modesty. Peni, hon. Can you manage some juice? Iced water?”

“I want a knife.” Peni’s eyes flew open, and he reached over, grabbing Dougal’s arm in a surprisingly forceful grip. “I want the longest, sharpest knife in the forest and when you give it to me, I’m going to gut the bastard who did this to me! Aargh, shit, damn, that hurts,” he finished with a wail.

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