smut
Ok so LJ is getting overtaken by the Day of P0rn which is um devastaing of course ;) so I figured as the DAY is actually a whole W/E I should actually contribute something and this resulted.
I wrote half then went to the pub with my dad,
then finally watched my Sherlock Holmes dvd with hubby - liked it.
Then typed the rest.
Hopefully it's not disjointed and full of hideous typos. It starts fluffy then decends into marathon p0rn. It made me blush, hope you like?
Title - Of Lust and Love
Wordcount - 3657
Pairing - Caradoc/Raziya
Warnings - SMUT
Caradoc ran his fingers through his dark silky mane of hair, the texture was of rich silk and felt all wrong. His whole look was all wrong, it wasn’t him, Caradoc. Selwyn had told him that was the whole point of the costume festival. Repeatedly.
It came from having a Sprite as a best friend. That pretty face focused entirely on him, pale mauve lips pursed, eyes serious for all their sparkle then a pointed chin thrust up in determination. From that moment on Caradoc hadn’t stood a chance never mind that Selwyn was knee-high to a grasshopper. Looking to Artoll had been no help, he was a failure as a big hulking troll and Caradoc had told him so in no uncertain terms. It had got him a fond look and his hair fluffed before the mountainous troll had hefted up his club and stooped low for Selwyn’s enthusiastic kiss, before lumbering out. Leaving them to it. The traitor.
Caradoc couldn’t really be mad. The two looked impossibly cute together dancing around the central fire. Selwyn garmented in flowers, wings a sparkle of glee that had him looking prettier than any real fairy could hope. Artoll. Well there wasn’t much that a seven foot hunk of granite could dress up as but a simple spell had him as a fierce knight, or at least resembling a large monument of a knight. Either way they were totally wrapped up in each other, their love glimmering around them in a way that obliterated species, size and gender. Caradoc allowed his pride to build. Flouting the printed way had been worth it to see the two matched.
There’d been no pause to think when faced with the dilemma. He knew Trolls were destined for lichen and bridges and that Sprites danced wild in the woods but one look at the tearful Sprite, colour-run in mourning, wings wilting in complete lack of hope and he’d looked into that whispered plea. Artoll the stoic behemoth had been holding up the local bridge watching villagers pass, too weary to demand toll. Caradoc had shot his arrows scarce taking aim. Got to see a large cragged face break into a smile and Selwyn regain his glow. Gained a true friend too.
A true friend that had wormed out his secret longing. It had taken an embarrassingly few tankards of Babysham and he’d spilled it all out even before Artoll had confiscated the BucksFizz with a growl. Some hoarded magic and here Caradoc was. Standing on the edge of the festivities dressed as one of the Incubi. Hair darkened, pale skin flushed rose, he felt like an impostor. His wing stubs itched beneath the veiling spell and he’d almost tripped over the long snaking tail already. Bare chest and cut off trousers were passable but the breeze had the long hair tickling his neck and back in ways indecent. A blushing Incubus was too much of an incongruity to be funny.
The Incubus who’d strolled over from one of the buffet table was far from blushing. Eye’s devouring, Caradoc took a moment to realise the outer guise was not that of the incubi. Horn’s still curved, thick ridged bone protruding from the sides of a stern forehead, generous curves with points sharp and wicked. His hair was moss green littered with twigs and leaves in place of the usual dark frame, it still reached to his waist and staring at the flickering ends made Caradoc notice the other changes. No tail. Raziya too was in costume.
He’d recognise Raziya anywhere by his power signature, his scent, that warm spice that wrapped around a person devouring them as it teased and tingled along nerve ends. The inert hotness. Ripped patched trousers should not mould to the backside with such perfection. The simple leaf garland that draped one strong shoulder drew the eyes to a taut chest and enviable six-pack. Not overly muscled the man looked fit and capable. Very capable. Caradoc licked dry lips and forced a saucy smile as the dark smouldering gaze met his and lingered.
In normal circumstances they were on opposite sides of the game, their purposes clashed. A Woodland Deity could and did deign to talk to one of Incubi though. Caradoc nearly swallowed his tongue as he was approached. The slow swaying walk was all pure Raziya, sensual and seductive and everything that Caradoc craved.
‘Well hello little demon’
‘My liege’
‘Planning seductions little one’
‘Love to Lust’ Caradoc managed to infuse enough heat and promise into his voice to cause a spark of interest in the true demon. It helped that his voice was hoarse with his own reaction.
‘Always’ Raziya’s eyes burnt straight through him and the word spoke of many sweaty offerings to Eros.
Raziya stepped closer causing Caradoc to raise his head in order to keep meeting his eyes. Long fingered hands angled his head and narrow lips descended to accept the offering. Caradoc’s shattered senses heard a distant squee and he felt a sharp shove as he was pushed into the demon’s arms and there clasped close.
‘Shall we find a spot less crowded little demon?’
‘I insist’ Lust surged through his veins undiluted, his loins grew heavy and his body craved for touch. Whether it was his own natural arousal or demon suggestion Caradoc neither knew nor cared. It was a night for escaping the old and embracing the new. Throwing away his shy self Caradoc embraced his guise. Tonight he was the demon, he held the command. He lifted a hand to the leaf garland dragging his prey off down a narrow lane to a small forgotten garden he frequented. Turning he entered the overgrown gazebo backwards leading Raziya up the shallow steps mouth quirking question. They were hidden from all here, surrounded by stone and lush verdant foliage. He didn’t doubt Raziya’s compliance, just as his guise and actions showed his own desires.
Caradoc fed the leafy bower from hand to hand, leisurely removing it from his prey. The hard nubs of Raziya’s nipples looked no less appealing for their green tinge and Caradoc stepped close to allow himself a quick taste feeding on the shudder that overtook Raziya. Throwing the decoration aside Caradoc let his hands run free over heated flesh enjoying the sensation of his long time crush undulating under his Caradoc’s hands. He used a single finger to tap the hard erection pushing against Raziya’s tight pants. Cocked a brow at the demon then slid his fingers under cloth to curl around the eager limb. Thumb brushing the slick head torturously slow.
Raziya threw his head back and gasped at the building passion, he seemed disinclined to take control. Caradoc had had several vivid fantasies of being trapped with Raziya in a full feeding frenzy and bending to his will, but this was good. Really good. The reality of Raziya hot and hard in his hands was incredible and the memory of this alone would warm many a lone aching night to come.
Caradoc moved deeper into his den, Raziya gripped tight and unable to do anything but follow. Caradoc felt the old stone ledge hit his back and looked down following his captives amused glance. His tail was rapped tight around the demon’s ankle, the broad tip teasing under his trousers to the bare skin. He’d not been able to learn control over it but his whole body hungered and reached to pin down the demon.
Raziya was looking far too calm though his chest rose and fell fast with his sped up breath. Caradoc liked the effect, wanted the other desperate and gasping. He abruptly fell to his feet and tore Raziya’s trousers open with his teeth. He got his gasp. Admired the revealed organ before worshiping it with fingers and tongue. Licking the glistening pre-cum with the tip of his tongue, swallowing the essence even as he glanced up to the source of the harsh groan. Raziya was watching him. Lips parted now but eyes steady. Holding the gaze Caradoc opened his mouth and breathed in the cock to the hilt. Raziya’s eyes widened and his whole body bucked when Caradoc drew his lips back freeing the organ.
The thick velvety flesh felt wonderful on his tongue, he stretched his jaw wide to accommodate him again deep as he could, adding slurps and sucks as he saw Raziya’s head fall back in bliss. Withdrawing Caradoc blew on the spit wet flesh smiling at the reaction and hiss this got. He gave a few quick tugs, hands slipping along the length then stood allowing Raziya to command his lips as a long tongue invaded his mouth. His own pants were loosened and lost to the dexterous fingers, squeezing and smoothing with abandon over the skin they unveiled.
His own erection was stroked and admired in ways that made him pant. Caradoc pulled at the long hair falling in his face not allowing Raziya to sink down and taste. He knew he’d not last through that assault to his senses and wanted this to last as long as possible. Raziya stared at him for a moment and seemed about to object, he licked his lips and Caradoc’s cock jumped in appeal, his own lips wavered and were caught in a passionate biting kiss. Caradoc run desperate hands down a strong back wanting to touch every part of him at once, he gripped tight to the curved buttocks that filled his hands as if designed for him. Got bold and let a finger wander the lush valley between. He gloried in Raziya’s hungry vocals and the hard thrust against his hip, his own pelvic echoing the move. He slid the finger around the tight hidden entrance and when Razyia pushed back begging for more he pushed it in, surprised at first by the slick heat. Raziya practically purred his pleasure, a sound Caradoc could listen to forever. He’d forgotten the rumour. That Incubi were naturally prepared and always ready for a dalliance. His heart numbed and wept silently at the thought, but a hand spanned his lower back distracting him while another tangled tight in his hair close to the scalp.
Some stolen moments could be enough. Had to be. Raziya was amused by the costume happy to enjoy some heated escapism but had no interest or knowledge of the real Caradoc. Caradoc burned, his heavy balls were rising and starting to hurt. He had the sudden need to make an impression on Raziya, have the lust demon feel him and remember Caradoc even if he’d never care to learn his name. Caradoc bit hard on the demon’s shoulder determined to mark him and plunged another finger deep in the hot pulsing channel, scissoring the fingers and catching the spot that got a needy cry and dancing hips.
He pulled away from Razyia committing the image of him to memory. All flushed and edible. Caradoc wished he could see the demons natural skin tone rather than the mint hue. Raziya was watching his every move, ever the predator for all his stillness, his hands hadn’t fully left Caradoc gripping his sides lightly so he couldn’t move far. He could move enough to push Raziya against the stone ledge and surge up behind him though.
This union had been too long in coming. If Caradoc could spare a thought he’d have thanked Selwyn for his meddling. As it was his whole mind was drowning in the smooth tempting banquet spread before him. He bent to lick up the knotted spine tasting the salt of sweat and a spice that was all Raziya.
Raziya slid downward, his knees bent and legs stretching so his pose was all open invitation, Caradoc’s cock now resting in the cleft of the others arse. Caradoc didn’t wait for the verbal, he split the round buttocks and lined the head of his cock at the tight entrance. Raziya tried to force speed pushing back against him but Caradoc held him firm and took his time savouring the look and feel of his cock sliding in past the token resistance to be eaten up by the hot slick channel. Heaven. This couldn’t be wrong.
They neither lasted long. Caradoc only managed two long slow glides in and out before instinct took over and he was gripping Raziya’s hips hard enough to bruise as he thrust hard and fast into him glorifying in every gasp and whimper from the demon’s mouth as his own harsh breath offered litany. He did attempt to slow, to reach a hand around and encourage relief but Raziya slapped him away, held tight to the ledge and pushed back welcoming the animalistic rut until they both surged. Caradoc was aware of chanting but with his heart pounding in his ears he couldn’t make out the words. He crested on a long groan drawn from the depth of his being, his body milked dry before released.
A sated weariness fell heavy on him as he sunk against the supports, sweat cooling on his body. Raziya stayed bent for a long moment an erotic image of one both worshipped and well used. He moved slowly to again stand tall and look down on Caradoc. His breathing was already even while Caradoc’s lungs worked overtime to gain him precious oxygen. Narrow lips spread in a contented smile, eyes hazy and half closed. He’d fed his fill on the heat they’d generated. Stretching with no shame at his nudity his hands skipped down his own body lingering where Caradoc had bitten and gripped, his aches evidently pleasing to him.
Caradoc stifled a groan. Didn’t want to know what he’d been thinking. The one taste made him hungrier, he wanted more of the demon, wanted the marks to be permanent. Would never be able to forget the sensation of being clasped so tightly in the others body both overtaken by pleasure, straining to the same end. Wanting to be away to patch his wounds and weep his loss Caradoc reached for his rumpled clothes to watch in confusion as they were snatched up and thrown out of his reach.
‘Sated so soon little demon?’ Caradoc had never heard that teasing voice so soft. Wanted to wrap the kindness in the tone around him and wallow. He toughened up and let his eyes caress the demon’s limp cock managing not to linger there too long.
‘You not done?’ Raziya was giving him a quizzical look he couldn’t interpret.
‘Incubi should be kept well fed’ A smirk was curling his lips up, but his expression held more tenderness than Caradoc would ever dare dream of as Raziya tweaked his nose and brushed a super soft kiss over his lips.
‘Are you? a well fed little demon?’ Caradoc never wanted the night to end and put tentative fingers to smooth the smirk from Raziya’s lips. His hand was caught and fingers nibbled. It felt, nice.
‘Do you know an Incubi trick little demon?’
‘Woodland Deities know much of the Incubi?’
‘Incubi appreciate woods’ The smirk flickered out and became predatory. Raziya drew his finger down Caradoc’s body pinching and tickling to ensure he watched their progress. He paused at Caradoc’s groin the smirk turning to a proper smile when Caradoc showed a willingness his exhaustion wouldn’t allow to set. Clever fingers caressed and tugged then Raziya swooped and kissed, his tongue feeling along the slitted head of his cock, the sensation of that knowing mouth nibbling at the hyper sensitive skin more than Caradoc could bear. He gripped the long strands of hair and whimpered as the demon’s skill and power mingled within him and arousal coloured him until he was as erect and needy as ever. Raziya took his time savouring Caradoc his eye’s holding the man trapped in ecstasy. It was the slowest sweetest torture and the best feeling in the whole known universe. Hands were everywhere, his sides, torso, thighs. Caradoc gave up power recklessly.
Raziya swallowed him deep and constricted his throat to swallow him down. Caradoc pulled his hair, thrust into his face and keened. Lost to himself in the fierce meeting. The sight of Raziya leaning back on his knees between his open legs defied description. He licked milky residue from his lips eye’s still fixed imprisoning Caradoc. His fingers moved to the drained organ with a slow wink of promise and threat. A finger to his cock was all it took. Power surged through him, sizzling and burning. His erection rallied waving proud in the air in front of Raziya’s face. The man really was a demon. The leaves and twigs had mostly fallen from his sleek fall of hair the shadows in the little haven darkening his skin so he appeared more as his normal form. Caradoc could not resist him.
Puppet like Caradoc allowed Raziya to do what he wished. Felt himself turned, bent over the ledge Raziya himself had recently graced. Raziya didn’t even stand, just hummed agreeably. Hands stroked his body firm with the hint of nails. His buttocks were massaged, squeezed and spread. Warm breath caressed his balls soothing and stirring his need in equal measure. Caradoc felt lips touch his balls, a warning kiss before they were taken in turn into a hot mouth and slicked by an agile tongue. The need to spray his seed was paramount but the demon refused him the reprieve. Power held him in frustrated earning.
The mouth with it’s evil taunting breaths moved on, a hand comforted the passage from cock to arse pressing hard at just that spot to cause pleasure to explode. Tears ran down Caradoc’s face and he begged as his body started to shake. Raziya’s voice soothed with nonsensical words of affection.
‘Had enough little demon?’ When Caradoc turned his head he saw a hint of concern in eye’s that burnt like coals. He’d never have enough. Raziya looking at him, wanting him. He smiled and watched an evil lust take over Raziya’s face.
‘Never my liege, just wished to know what name to praise as I cum’ Raziya’s stare was intense.
‘Raz, scream for Raz little demon’
‘Raz’ Caradoc had not expected to be given leave of his actual name, it felt good to utter it aloud ‘Raz’.
‘Raz’ He muttered and he screamed it as an impossibly long tongue breached his entrance, delving deep inside him and playing with nerve ends as though an instrument for plucking. A hand circled his cock and he exploded as a switch was flicked inside him, spraying cum to coat the insistent hand.
Raziya climbed up Caradoc, kissing and nipping on route to his mouth, lapping up the seed that covered his belly and biting hard at his peaked nipples. Raziya still looked virile and capable while Caradoc knew he looked as ruffled and debauched as he felt.
He leaned back against the stone ledge, finding the energy to pull himself up and sit on it facing his victor. Raziya’s smile grew as he looked on him, eyes heavy lidded but missing nothing, he was still fully erect and Caradoc reached to stroke the bobbing erection as his mind hid from the insanity. Raziya accepted the invite, a static kiss to his lips and Caradoc rose again.
Gentle hands lifted his legs wide as they’d go. Raziya stooped snaking his long tongue out for another lick before he stood well pleased with his offering. Caradoc found his legs lifted until his ankles were supported by horn. Wicked curving horns that held him open and accessible. Raziya wasted no time in slipping into the beckoning hole. The head of his cock breached the entrance and Caradoc squirmed wanting to resist yet bucking forward to take in more. There was plenty more length to take. Raziya leaned forward enough to lick Caradoc’s lips, trapped as he was bent almost in half under him, impaled deeply by a hard demanding cock.
He felt hands fan through his hair and Raziya’s content smile as their bodies were deeply linked. The movements were slow, sensual slides over frenzy. Fingers tickled his balls causing them to screw up tight to his body. Unimagined fingers explored where they were joined, where Raziya slid ever in and out of him. Those fingers dipped in, stretching him wider still as they joined the cock filling him, proved he could take more as they wiggled deep, winding and pulsing within him.
A hand supported his lower back, holding him as he wriggled and thrust up to meet the onslaught. Another hand travelled up his back fingers firm between his wing ridges, the pressure forcing his wings to flare and flutter. An exquisite wave that rocked him, pushed his body further up on the pounding cock. It was Raziya’s tail that invaded not fingers. His tail that twisted around his cock causing ridges that had Caradoc squirm, that flicked switches inside him to ignite screams and beseeching.
The costume spells had broken and the reality was showing. Raziya’s hands slid through short copper waves and his hips never ceased, never faltered. Caradoc lost himself in the moment. They came together Caradoc clinging, his head stretched back as he bellowed ‘Raziya’ to the skies. He heard the chanting, it continued as his consciousness fled and lulled him as it returned. His legs slipped down loose around Raziya’s waist and the demon peppered kisses on his closed eyelids.
‘Cara, Cara, Cara’
Later. A long time later. When their limbs separated themselves and they were once again separate beings Caradoc turned bright blue eyes on the lounging demon.
‘You knew? You knew all along?’
‘Silly little Cupid, I’d never mistake you, even an Incubi can lust for Love’
Arms pulled him tight and a light kiss fell on his lips. Contented with no demands. His heart melted and they both gave a start as golden arrows hit them, faint laughter on the winds.
I wrote half then went to the pub with my dad,
then finally watched my Sherlock Holmes dvd with hubby - liked it.
Then typed the rest.
Hopefully it's not disjointed and full of hideous typos. It starts fluffy then decends into marathon p0rn. It made me blush, hope you like?
Title - Of Lust and Love
Wordcount - 3657
Pairing - Caradoc/Raziya
Warnings - SMUT
Caradoc ran his fingers through his dark silky mane of hair, the texture was of rich silk and felt all wrong. His whole look was all wrong, it wasn’t him, Caradoc. Selwyn had told him that was the whole point of the costume festival. Repeatedly.
It came from having a Sprite as a best friend. That pretty face focused entirely on him, pale mauve lips pursed, eyes serious for all their sparkle then a pointed chin thrust up in determination. From that moment on Caradoc hadn’t stood a chance never mind that Selwyn was knee-high to a grasshopper. Looking to Artoll had been no help, he was a failure as a big hulking troll and Caradoc had told him so in no uncertain terms. It had got him a fond look and his hair fluffed before the mountainous troll had hefted up his club and stooped low for Selwyn’s enthusiastic kiss, before lumbering out. Leaving them to it. The traitor.
Caradoc couldn’t really be mad. The two looked impossibly cute together dancing around the central fire. Selwyn garmented in flowers, wings a sparkle of glee that had him looking prettier than any real fairy could hope. Artoll. Well there wasn’t much that a seven foot hunk of granite could dress up as but a simple spell had him as a fierce knight, or at least resembling a large monument of a knight. Either way they were totally wrapped up in each other, their love glimmering around them in a way that obliterated species, size and gender. Caradoc allowed his pride to build. Flouting the printed way had been worth it to see the two matched.
There’d been no pause to think when faced with the dilemma. He knew Trolls were destined for lichen and bridges and that Sprites danced wild in the woods but one look at the tearful Sprite, colour-run in mourning, wings wilting in complete lack of hope and he’d looked into that whispered plea. Artoll the stoic behemoth had been holding up the local bridge watching villagers pass, too weary to demand toll. Caradoc had shot his arrows scarce taking aim. Got to see a large cragged face break into a smile and Selwyn regain his glow. Gained a true friend too.
A true friend that had wormed out his secret longing. It had taken an embarrassingly few tankards of Babysham and he’d spilled it all out even before Artoll had confiscated the BucksFizz with a growl. Some hoarded magic and here Caradoc was. Standing on the edge of the festivities dressed as one of the Incubi. Hair darkened, pale skin flushed rose, he felt like an impostor. His wing stubs itched beneath the veiling spell and he’d almost tripped over the long snaking tail already. Bare chest and cut off trousers were passable but the breeze had the long hair tickling his neck and back in ways indecent. A blushing Incubus was too much of an incongruity to be funny.
The Incubus who’d strolled over from one of the buffet table was far from blushing. Eye’s devouring, Caradoc took a moment to realise the outer guise was not that of the incubi. Horn’s still curved, thick ridged bone protruding from the sides of a stern forehead, generous curves with points sharp and wicked. His hair was moss green littered with twigs and leaves in place of the usual dark frame, it still reached to his waist and staring at the flickering ends made Caradoc notice the other changes. No tail. Raziya too was in costume.
He’d recognise Raziya anywhere by his power signature, his scent, that warm spice that wrapped around a person devouring them as it teased and tingled along nerve ends. The inert hotness. Ripped patched trousers should not mould to the backside with such perfection. The simple leaf garland that draped one strong shoulder drew the eyes to a taut chest and enviable six-pack. Not overly muscled the man looked fit and capable. Very capable. Caradoc licked dry lips and forced a saucy smile as the dark smouldering gaze met his and lingered.
In normal circumstances they were on opposite sides of the game, their purposes clashed. A Woodland Deity could and did deign to talk to one of Incubi though. Caradoc nearly swallowed his tongue as he was approached. The slow swaying walk was all pure Raziya, sensual and seductive and everything that Caradoc craved.
‘Well hello little demon’
‘My liege’
‘Planning seductions little one’
‘Love to Lust’ Caradoc managed to infuse enough heat and promise into his voice to cause a spark of interest in the true demon. It helped that his voice was hoarse with his own reaction.
‘Always’ Raziya’s eyes burnt straight through him and the word spoke of many sweaty offerings to Eros.
Raziya stepped closer causing Caradoc to raise his head in order to keep meeting his eyes. Long fingered hands angled his head and narrow lips descended to accept the offering. Caradoc’s shattered senses heard a distant squee and he felt a sharp shove as he was pushed into the demon’s arms and there clasped close.
‘Shall we find a spot less crowded little demon?’
‘I insist’ Lust surged through his veins undiluted, his loins grew heavy and his body craved for touch. Whether it was his own natural arousal or demon suggestion Caradoc neither knew nor cared. It was a night for escaping the old and embracing the new. Throwing away his shy self Caradoc embraced his guise. Tonight he was the demon, he held the command. He lifted a hand to the leaf garland dragging his prey off down a narrow lane to a small forgotten garden he frequented. Turning he entered the overgrown gazebo backwards leading Raziya up the shallow steps mouth quirking question. They were hidden from all here, surrounded by stone and lush verdant foliage. He didn’t doubt Raziya’s compliance, just as his guise and actions showed his own desires.
Caradoc fed the leafy bower from hand to hand, leisurely removing it from his prey. The hard nubs of Raziya’s nipples looked no less appealing for their green tinge and Caradoc stepped close to allow himself a quick taste feeding on the shudder that overtook Raziya. Throwing the decoration aside Caradoc let his hands run free over heated flesh enjoying the sensation of his long time crush undulating under his Caradoc’s hands. He used a single finger to tap the hard erection pushing against Raziya’s tight pants. Cocked a brow at the demon then slid his fingers under cloth to curl around the eager limb. Thumb brushing the slick head torturously slow.
Raziya threw his head back and gasped at the building passion, he seemed disinclined to take control. Caradoc had had several vivid fantasies of being trapped with Raziya in a full feeding frenzy and bending to his will, but this was good. Really good. The reality of Raziya hot and hard in his hands was incredible and the memory of this alone would warm many a lone aching night to come.
Caradoc moved deeper into his den, Raziya gripped tight and unable to do anything but follow. Caradoc felt the old stone ledge hit his back and looked down following his captives amused glance. His tail was rapped tight around the demon’s ankle, the broad tip teasing under his trousers to the bare skin. He’d not been able to learn control over it but his whole body hungered and reached to pin down the demon.
Raziya was looking far too calm though his chest rose and fell fast with his sped up breath. Caradoc liked the effect, wanted the other desperate and gasping. He abruptly fell to his feet and tore Raziya’s trousers open with his teeth. He got his gasp. Admired the revealed organ before worshiping it with fingers and tongue. Licking the glistening pre-cum with the tip of his tongue, swallowing the essence even as he glanced up to the source of the harsh groan. Raziya was watching him. Lips parted now but eyes steady. Holding the gaze Caradoc opened his mouth and breathed in the cock to the hilt. Raziya’s eyes widened and his whole body bucked when Caradoc drew his lips back freeing the organ.
The thick velvety flesh felt wonderful on his tongue, he stretched his jaw wide to accommodate him again deep as he could, adding slurps and sucks as he saw Raziya’s head fall back in bliss. Withdrawing Caradoc blew on the spit wet flesh smiling at the reaction and hiss this got. He gave a few quick tugs, hands slipping along the length then stood allowing Raziya to command his lips as a long tongue invaded his mouth. His own pants were loosened and lost to the dexterous fingers, squeezing and smoothing with abandon over the skin they unveiled.
His own erection was stroked and admired in ways that made him pant. Caradoc pulled at the long hair falling in his face not allowing Raziya to sink down and taste. He knew he’d not last through that assault to his senses and wanted this to last as long as possible. Raziya stared at him for a moment and seemed about to object, he licked his lips and Caradoc’s cock jumped in appeal, his own lips wavered and were caught in a passionate biting kiss. Caradoc run desperate hands down a strong back wanting to touch every part of him at once, he gripped tight to the curved buttocks that filled his hands as if designed for him. Got bold and let a finger wander the lush valley between. He gloried in Raziya’s hungry vocals and the hard thrust against his hip, his own pelvic echoing the move. He slid the finger around the tight hidden entrance and when Razyia pushed back begging for more he pushed it in, surprised at first by the slick heat. Raziya practically purred his pleasure, a sound Caradoc could listen to forever. He’d forgotten the rumour. That Incubi were naturally prepared and always ready for a dalliance. His heart numbed and wept silently at the thought, but a hand spanned his lower back distracting him while another tangled tight in his hair close to the scalp.
Some stolen moments could be enough. Had to be. Raziya was amused by the costume happy to enjoy some heated escapism but had no interest or knowledge of the real Caradoc. Caradoc burned, his heavy balls were rising and starting to hurt. He had the sudden need to make an impression on Raziya, have the lust demon feel him and remember Caradoc even if he’d never care to learn his name. Caradoc bit hard on the demon’s shoulder determined to mark him and plunged another finger deep in the hot pulsing channel, scissoring the fingers and catching the spot that got a needy cry and dancing hips.
He pulled away from Razyia committing the image of him to memory. All flushed and edible. Caradoc wished he could see the demons natural skin tone rather than the mint hue. Raziya was watching his every move, ever the predator for all his stillness, his hands hadn’t fully left Caradoc gripping his sides lightly so he couldn’t move far. He could move enough to push Raziya against the stone ledge and surge up behind him though.
This union had been too long in coming. If Caradoc could spare a thought he’d have thanked Selwyn for his meddling. As it was his whole mind was drowning in the smooth tempting banquet spread before him. He bent to lick up the knotted spine tasting the salt of sweat and a spice that was all Raziya.
Raziya slid downward, his knees bent and legs stretching so his pose was all open invitation, Caradoc’s cock now resting in the cleft of the others arse. Caradoc didn’t wait for the verbal, he split the round buttocks and lined the head of his cock at the tight entrance. Raziya tried to force speed pushing back against him but Caradoc held him firm and took his time savouring the look and feel of his cock sliding in past the token resistance to be eaten up by the hot slick channel. Heaven. This couldn’t be wrong.
They neither lasted long. Caradoc only managed two long slow glides in and out before instinct took over and he was gripping Raziya’s hips hard enough to bruise as he thrust hard and fast into him glorifying in every gasp and whimper from the demon’s mouth as his own harsh breath offered litany. He did attempt to slow, to reach a hand around and encourage relief but Raziya slapped him away, held tight to the ledge and pushed back welcoming the animalistic rut until they both surged. Caradoc was aware of chanting but with his heart pounding in his ears he couldn’t make out the words. He crested on a long groan drawn from the depth of his being, his body milked dry before released.
A sated weariness fell heavy on him as he sunk against the supports, sweat cooling on his body. Raziya stayed bent for a long moment an erotic image of one both worshipped and well used. He moved slowly to again stand tall and look down on Caradoc. His breathing was already even while Caradoc’s lungs worked overtime to gain him precious oxygen. Narrow lips spread in a contented smile, eyes hazy and half closed. He’d fed his fill on the heat they’d generated. Stretching with no shame at his nudity his hands skipped down his own body lingering where Caradoc had bitten and gripped, his aches evidently pleasing to him.
Caradoc stifled a groan. Didn’t want to know what he’d been thinking. The one taste made him hungrier, he wanted more of the demon, wanted the marks to be permanent. Would never be able to forget the sensation of being clasped so tightly in the others body both overtaken by pleasure, straining to the same end. Wanting to be away to patch his wounds and weep his loss Caradoc reached for his rumpled clothes to watch in confusion as they were snatched up and thrown out of his reach.
‘Sated so soon little demon?’ Caradoc had never heard that teasing voice so soft. Wanted to wrap the kindness in the tone around him and wallow. He toughened up and let his eyes caress the demon’s limp cock managing not to linger there too long.
‘You not done?’ Raziya was giving him a quizzical look he couldn’t interpret.
‘Incubi should be kept well fed’ A smirk was curling his lips up, but his expression held more tenderness than Caradoc would ever dare dream of as Raziya tweaked his nose and brushed a super soft kiss over his lips.
‘Are you? a well fed little demon?’ Caradoc never wanted the night to end and put tentative fingers to smooth the smirk from Raziya’s lips. His hand was caught and fingers nibbled. It felt, nice.
‘Do you know an Incubi trick little demon?’
‘Woodland Deities know much of the Incubi?’
‘Incubi appreciate woods’ The smirk flickered out and became predatory. Raziya drew his finger down Caradoc’s body pinching and tickling to ensure he watched their progress. He paused at Caradoc’s groin the smirk turning to a proper smile when Caradoc showed a willingness his exhaustion wouldn’t allow to set. Clever fingers caressed and tugged then Raziya swooped and kissed, his tongue feeling along the slitted head of his cock, the sensation of that knowing mouth nibbling at the hyper sensitive skin more than Caradoc could bear. He gripped the long strands of hair and whimpered as the demon’s skill and power mingled within him and arousal coloured him until he was as erect and needy as ever. Raziya took his time savouring Caradoc his eye’s holding the man trapped in ecstasy. It was the slowest sweetest torture and the best feeling in the whole known universe. Hands were everywhere, his sides, torso, thighs. Caradoc gave up power recklessly.
Raziya swallowed him deep and constricted his throat to swallow him down. Caradoc pulled his hair, thrust into his face and keened. Lost to himself in the fierce meeting. The sight of Raziya leaning back on his knees between his open legs defied description. He licked milky residue from his lips eye’s still fixed imprisoning Caradoc. His fingers moved to the drained organ with a slow wink of promise and threat. A finger to his cock was all it took. Power surged through him, sizzling and burning. His erection rallied waving proud in the air in front of Raziya’s face. The man really was a demon. The leaves and twigs had mostly fallen from his sleek fall of hair the shadows in the little haven darkening his skin so he appeared more as his normal form. Caradoc could not resist him.
Puppet like Caradoc allowed Raziya to do what he wished. Felt himself turned, bent over the ledge Raziya himself had recently graced. Raziya didn’t even stand, just hummed agreeably. Hands stroked his body firm with the hint of nails. His buttocks were massaged, squeezed and spread. Warm breath caressed his balls soothing and stirring his need in equal measure. Caradoc felt lips touch his balls, a warning kiss before they were taken in turn into a hot mouth and slicked by an agile tongue. The need to spray his seed was paramount but the demon refused him the reprieve. Power held him in frustrated earning.
The mouth with it’s evil taunting breaths moved on, a hand comforted the passage from cock to arse pressing hard at just that spot to cause pleasure to explode. Tears ran down Caradoc’s face and he begged as his body started to shake. Raziya’s voice soothed with nonsensical words of affection.
‘Had enough little demon?’ When Caradoc turned his head he saw a hint of concern in eye’s that burnt like coals. He’d never have enough. Raziya looking at him, wanting him. He smiled and watched an evil lust take over Raziya’s face.
‘Never my liege, just wished to know what name to praise as I cum’ Raziya’s stare was intense.
‘Raz, scream for Raz little demon’
‘Raz’ Caradoc had not expected to be given leave of his actual name, it felt good to utter it aloud ‘Raz’.
‘Raz’ He muttered and he screamed it as an impossibly long tongue breached his entrance, delving deep inside him and playing with nerve ends as though an instrument for plucking. A hand circled his cock and he exploded as a switch was flicked inside him, spraying cum to coat the insistent hand.
Raziya climbed up Caradoc, kissing and nipping on route to his mouth, lapping up the seed that covered his belly and biting hard at his peaked nipples. Raziya still looked virile and capable while Caradoc knew he looked as ruffled and debauched as he felt.
He leaned back against the stone ledge, finding the energy to pull himself up and sit on it facing his victor. Raziya’s smile grew as he looked on him, eyes heavy lidded but missing nothing, he was still fully erect and Caradoc reached to stroke the bobbing erection as his mind hid from the insanity. Raziya accepted the invite, a static kiss to his lips and Caradoc rose again.
Gentle hands lifted his legs wide as they’d go. Raziya stooped snaking his long tongue out for another lick before he stood well pleased with his offering. Caradoc found his legs lifted until his ankles were supported by horn. Wicked curving horns that held him open and accessible. Raziya wasted no time in slipping into the beckoning hole. The head of his cock breached the entrance and Caradoc squirmed wanting to resist yet bucking forward to take in more. There was plenty more length to take. Raziya leaned forward enough to lick Caradoc’s lips, trapped as he was bent almost in half under him, impaled deeply by a hard demanding cock.
He felt hands fan through his hair and Raziya’s content smile as their bodies were deeply linked. The movements were slow, sensual slides over frenzy. Fingers tickled his balls causing them to screw up tight to his body. Unimagined fingers explored where they were joined, where Raziya slid ever in and out of him. Those fingers dipped in, stretching him wider still as they joined the cock filling him, proved he could take more as they wiggled deep, winding and pulsing within him.
A hand supported his lower back, holding him as he wriggled and thrust up to meet the onslaught. Another hand travelled up his back fingers firm between his wing ridges, the pressure forcing his wings to flare and flutter. An exquisite wave that rocked him, pushed his body further up on the pounding cock. It was Raziya’s tail that invaded not fingers. His tail that twisted around his cock causing ridges that had Caradoc squirm, that flicked switches inside him to ignite screams and beseeching.
The costume spells had broken and the reality was showing. Raziya’s hands slid through short copper waves and his hips never ceased, never faltered. Caradoc lost himself in the moment. They came together Caradoc clinging, his head stretched back as he bellowed ‘Raziya’ to the skies. He heard the chanting, it continued as his consciousness fled and lulled him as it returned. His legs slipped down loose around Raziya’s waist and the demon peppered kisses on his closed eyelids.
‘Cara, Cara, Cara’
Later. A long time later. When their limbs separated themselves and they were once again separate beings Caradoc turned bright blue eyes on the lounging demon.
‘You knew? You knew all along?’
‘Silly little Cupid, I’d never mistake you, even an Incubi can lust for Love’
Arms pulled him tight and a light kiss fell on his lips. Contented with no demands. His heart melted and they both gave a start as golden arrows hit them, faint laughter on the winds.