Page 74 of Stitches
“You were.” Ashmedai’s voice reverberated deep in Levi’s chest. It still sounded like Ashmedai, just multiplied with variations in pitch overlapping.
“I think a few people saw your ridges today, wearing that tunic.”
Ashmedai smiled. Levi saw it clearly, however different on this vessel. Ashmedai was something cosmic, hauntingly beautiful and all Levi’s to explore.
He brought his hands up to Ashmedai’s face and held it, looking into his eyes that were entrancing no matter the color. He kissed him, and the feeling was so instantly overwhelming that Levi forgot to breathe. Water and fire, hot and cold, the most intense pleasure and something not quite painful made his eyes water. The sensation was the same as what Levi felt when Ashmedai smoothed his stitches, but a thousand times more intense.
He pulled away with a gulp, heaving for the breath he’d forgotten.
“I’m sorry,” Ashmedai said. “I’ll pull back.”
“No! Then you won’t be you. You shouldn’t have to hold back. I can handle it. Besides—” Levi smiled as his pulse returned to manageable. “—it’s my turn to pleasure you.”
Ashmedai might be a demon—fairy—godcreature that could devour Levi whole, but between his legs was still a thick ridged cock that Levi reached for brazenly.
A gasp from that multitoned voice was especially gratifying.
Ashmedai’s ridges were more deeply grooved here as well. The dual sensations didn’t stop either. Ashmedai felt both cool and searing hot,pliable and firm, but when Levi stroked the length in his grasp and found Ashmedai’s tip, there was familiar wetness that proved Ashmedai was still something primal and virile and ripe with desire.
Levi aligned Ashmedai’s cock with his own, still pumping with his hand but allowing their bodies to connect as he ground forward. He was calmed from how heightened he had been with Ashmedai’s mouth on him, even after that shadow kiss took his stitches away, but feeling himself pressed up against Ashmedai in this extraordinary form was swiftly bringing Levi there again.
In the frenzy of their moving hips and Levi’s stroking, Levi reached with his other hand to touch more of Ashmedai’s body. His cheek, past the circlet into his hair, and up along one of his spiral horns. Then Levi drifted down again along the ridges of Ashmedai’s chest, outward to trace one of his wings, and down his arm to find a much larger clawed hand, but that didn’t mean Levi couldn’t lace his fingers with it.
Levi stopped stroking Ashmedai’s length, letting the collision of their hips and slide of their cocks be enough, because he wanted to keep hold of Ashmedai’s hand while still touching him everywhere else.
The intensity from being in contact with Ashmedai, just like when Levi kissed him, was always just shy of too much, but it was also like finding release again and again despite not having reached completion yet.
It made Levi’s hand tremble, moving around the ridges at Ashmedai’s hip again, and then down his thigh. He wanted more but didn’t know where else he might touch, so he took Ashmedai’s other hand and brought the claws to his lips. He kissed the back of Ashmedai’s fingers and squeezed the other hand in his grasp.
Levi could finish just like this, he thought, touching the one he loved and thrusting against him.
The world spun and Levi was on his back, staring up at an endless sky—but the sky was Ashmedai, celestial and luminous with hisshadows pulsing.
Their bodies were still connected, only Ashmedai was atop Levi, and though his claws gently traced over Levi’s body, making him shiver, it was the shadows that spread the farthest.
The shadows were what started to slip inside Levi.
“Ah—!” The cry caught in Levi’s throat, his head dropping back as he arched into the feeling. He understood that even in Ashmedai’s more elven form, the king wouldn’t have been able to prepare Levi with his hands, not with those sharp nails. Levi knew what fingers with blunt nails felt like from his own tentative trials, but this was better.
The mere brush of shadows inside Levi the last time had brought him to a quick end. Feeling so many more of those shadows stretch him open, bringing fresh waves of hot/cold, pain/pleasure—yes, yes, more!—made him certain he would shatter like diamond dust against Ashmedai’s heavenly backdrop.
Levi could barely feel anything else, his limbs limp as his hips were raised, and the shadows kept expanding, stroking inside him like licks of raw magic.
“I-I-I….”
“Is it too much?” Ashmedai rumbled.
Yes, Levi thought, but he wanted to crest the top of it, knew he could, and pursed his lips, shaking his head that he could take it. He should have released ten times over by now, but somehow his length bobbed against his stomach, ripe as ever.
The peak receded somewhat, as Levi believed it would, and he looked at Ashmedai above him. Levi was adjusting to the shadows, to their magic and the pressure of their stretch inside him. He nodded to say he was ready, and when he felt the hot, wet presence of Ashmedai’s cock against his entrance, where the shadows still resided, Levi nodded more urgently.
He wanted this, to have the king all his own and be utterly one withhim.
Ashmedai’s cock was all the things the shadows had been as it pushed inside Levi, but even more intensely hot/cold and blinding with pleasure. The pain was somewhere far, far away now, and all Levi knew was ecstasy.
Words couldn’t form, Levi’s moans more like cries, weeping for how incredible it felt to have the one he cherished most fill him so completely. Ashmedai was holding Levi up, cradling him as he took Levi deeply, and in that safe embrace, Levi couldn’t imagine a sight more breathtaking.
“Y-you’re… so beautiful,” Levi rasped, reaching for Ashmedai with an unsteady hand, but he managed to cup Ashmedai’s cheek. “You’re everything. You’remine.”
