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Submission to mutual affection was a privilege Bisco had not surrendered to others much in his life of hunting and survival. Yet here and now, in one of his uncommon moments of true rest, he found himself weak to the feeling.
Milo’s hands were soft on his cheeks, his own lightly clutching the incubus’ shoulders. Heated breaths escaped between slow clashes of lips and tongues. The softest of noises, still released in gruff sighs from the way the world had worn him, were elicited with ease by Milo’s touch. As tension rose fast, Milo’s wandering hand dragging down Bisco’s chest and clutching his hip with arousal grinding against arousal, it was all Bisco’s mind could do to yank the handbrake.
“Alright- alright already!” Bisco growled.
Even with Milo pinning him to the couch, Bisco managed to struggle out of his tight hold to get those greedy lips away from his face.
“Is the big bad mushroom keeper afraid of a little intimacy?” Milo teased with a smug grin.
He moved to lay with his chin on Bisco’s chest while his tail flitted about playfully. Its heart-shaped end seemed bigger than before – soft, round and bulbous.
“I’m afraid of suffocation.”
“Would being kissed to death really be so bad?”
“Yeah, it would.” Bisco scowled. “Come on already, skip the song and dance and tell me what you need.”
“This ‘song and dance’ is the point! You don’t need to think so hard…” With a devious smile, Milo put his weight on his arms and pushed so his face was hovering above Bisco’s. His waterfall of hair lightly brushed Bisco’s cheeks, creating a curtain behind which was only their shared stare and his lowered voice. “What I need is you. I need you to let me make every inch of your body feel amazing, in ways you might have never even thought of.”
Dragging his nails across the cushioning, then Bisco’s shoulders, then his clothed chest, Milo slid back to sit on his lap in the frame of a proud feline.
Bisco’s vision fell upon the gracious figure above him with a sense of admiration so unfamiliar that his vocabulary fled his mind. The passiveness was so unusual for him that Milo felt the need to keep speaking just to push away the fluster he felt under those perfect emerald eyes.
“But since I can tell you want to do it right, I’ll just say I need to drink up your aura of pleasure.” Milo explained in gentle tones. Then he turned frank and nonchalant. “Your semen would be great too. Actually- I’m starving enough that I kinda need need your semen.”
“I-I get it-”
“Like- I’m playing it cool but I’m crazy hungry. So, tons of semen, if you can.”
“I said I get it!” Bisco snapped in embarrassment. He ran a hand through his frazzled red hair and huffed a sigh as though it could cool his burning cheeks. “I said I’d give ya whatever and I meant it. You don’t need to put the extra work in if you’re already that hungry…”
“It’s not work for me.” Milo’s voice lilted with a little laugh, twisted into deviousness by his pleased expression. “Taking the time to make us both feel good, that’s the starter course.” He slowly slid his hands under Bisco’s shirt, pushing up the cloth while enjoying the rugged feel of his trained body.
Although Bisco said nothing to stop it, he craned his neck to stray his eyes ever further from Milo’s intense gaze. He felt his tunic rest in a soft crumple as high as it could go and struggled to not arch his back into the feeling of Milo’s soft, warm hands.
“I already told you that I can sense your true desire by touch.” Milo continued, his voice low and slow as he took in every inch of Bisco’s now exposed chest. “I can feel your deepest wants, the parts of you that you might be afraid to share. You don’t have to say a thing. Because, every time I spoil you and take from you, I can taste how you enjoy it.”
Bisco stopped his sharp breath with a hard swallow, his chest heaving under the firm touch even with how hard he was trying not to give himself away. With those hands groping his chest, lightly squeezing his nipples in between the fingers, Bisco couldn’t ignore Milo’s warm breath as the incubus leaned down to give a long, licking kiss up the middle of his cleavage. Every muscle in his body tensed in a pleasant buzz.
“That’s how I’m going to eat you…” Milo breathed, biting down on Bisco’s chest to punctuate his promise.
A shiver ran through Bisco’s spine – temptations forming jolts that ran through his nerves, so unusual to him that he may have never before assumed he could react this way. A man of such wild strength and stature, reduced to hiding his eyes beneath his hand just to deny to himself how willingly he had begun to pant like a begging dog.
Another marking bite, and another. Soft, stinging, sometimes seemingly spiteful – the teeth that usually trapped kind words were now digging into his flesh and drawing out arousal and adrenaline. It wasn’t until he felt Milo pulling at his belt that Bisco suddenly woke from his trance.
“Move…” Bisco grumbled and pressed on Milo’s shoulders.
He pushed Milo off the couch then turned to sit up and remove the clothes himself, but found himself wobbling.
“Nn- faa…” Bisco held his head, a dizzying warmth suddenly running through him. “L, Light-headed…”
“Don’t worry, it’ll pass.” Milo reassured, one knee on the sofa as he pressed a soft kiss behind Bisco’s ear. He guided Bisco’s hands to the belt and finished removing the tunic as he spoke. “Even to such a resistant human like you, incubi saliva makes for a powerful aphrodisiac. You’ll get used to it quickly, and then your nerves will be calm and you’ll feel a lot better.”
“I don’t need no damn aphrodisiac, mn…” Bisco managed to toss his belt and unzipped himself on muscle memory, eyes drawn to Milo’s graceful discarding of his cloak and jacket. “…You can use me as much as you want.”
At such an invitation, Milo seemed to light up with an excited shudder. A hint to his demonic nature flared in those wide, oceanic eyes.
He placed another biting kiss upon Bisco’s lip as his hand followed Bisco’s arm. His fingers dragged over the hard mound still trapped in the underwear, sighing slight relief as he felt Bisco’s aura flourish in tense excitement. Despite Bisco’s still stiff expression once the kiss parted, Milo still donned a confident smile and went to kneel down in front of Bisco’s legs.
“You really are so much more selfless than you seem.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Bisco snarled.
“I’ve completely run out of life force to use my power.” Milo ignored him, resting himself on Bisco’s lap. “I’ll need to take full advantage of your kindness…”
With a light tremble in his hands as he grasped Bisco’s underwear, Milo gulped down his nerves for the long-awaited moment.
Finally… his thought echoed in his mind as he pulled the cloth away and freed the main course.
The mushroom keeper’s mushroom sprung from its shackles and Milo suddenly felt in awe, as though witnessing a sunrise for the first time.
“Even better than I imagined…” He muttered in wonder.
“What’re ya whisperin’ about?” Bisco blushed.
“J-Just admiring.”
Cautiously, allowing every mercy for Bisco’s shyness, Milo reached his hands to the pillar of heat standing to attention before him. His fingers pressed against the flesh, cool and soothing on Bisco’s strained need.
It was thick enough to fit nicely in Milo’s hand, a light squeeze giving Milo the satisfying warmth and firmness that he’d been craving for the last two weeks. A slick bead of precum was already forming at the tip from barely an embrace. It glistened in the light, inviting Milo closer and closer like a sparkling diamond atop a sexy pedestal.
With a shallow sigh, Milo’s lips graced the red and smooth head of Bisco’s dick. The brushing of air and soft lips sent excited shivers through Bisco as he bit his lip and watched in silence.
Milo’s tongue rolled over the surface, enjoying the taste slowly as though to prove his patience – and therefore his power – to his victim. He embraced the flavour of Bisco that he had so longed for with a silent swallow. And, in a moment of satisfaction, Milo smirked to himself.
“You get it now, right?” Milo hummed, clasping the warm rod firmly with both of his hands which made Bisco flinch with a low whimper. He pressed a kiss to the shaft and ran his hands over it like a massage, resting the tip against his bottom lip as he looked to Bisco with a feral glee. “This is mine, which means I’m going to take it all.”
With one hand, Milo roughly glided his knuckles down the base and beyond, stretching out his hand to enjoy the softness of the rarely exposed skin before groping Bisco’s balls in a firm grasp. With the other, he clutched his fingers over the upper shaft and massaged the most sensitive part of the rod while devouring the head in a ravenous gulp.
“W-Wait-” Bisco jolted, his hands whipping to Milo’s shoulders and instinctively pushing him away at the unexpected wave of pleasure.
“Mm-mm.” Milo grunted dismissively, relentlessly pushing on.
He pushed Bisco’s cock experimentally down his throat, vigorously enjoying both the intense girth and the way Bisco tensed and grunted, before taking his time in sucking up the length of the shaft. Feeling the amorous fluid already leaking freely from Bisco’s tip, Milo felt his restraint flee and released the head with a pop before continuing to tease it with his thumb.
“You gave this to me.” Milo licked a long line up Bisco’s dick and made him quiver and moan. “All of it, you can’t take that back.”
Light, possessive bites pressed against Bisco’s sensitive flesh from Milo’s hungry mouth as his hands continued to pump Bisco’s cock with the aid of plentiful saliva and precum. His pace increased without mercy, each stroke stripping away Bisco’s pride until he no longer had the will to fight against the wonderful heat pooling at his abdomen.
Every time Bisco thought he had regained some sense of himself, Milo seemed to always drag him back to the hazy world of pleasure by engulfing the head in his mouth and torturing his most pleasurable points, devouring without restraint.
“I-, ngh…” Bisco’s breaths came out in loud pants, his natural reservation warring against everything offered to him by the seductive incubus giving his body such bliss. “D-Damn it… Already…!”
“Mmmh. ‘t’s fne…” Milo mumbled with his mouth half full. He moved an arm up and around Bisco’s waist, hugging him while sloppily jerking Bisco off with the other. A link of saliva connected Milo to the well-loved rod as he moved away just a touch. “Since it’s mine, you should give me what I want. Here, I’m calling it from this spot, see?”
Sharp sparks of pleasure shot through Bisco’s nerves as Milo used his finger to roughly tease the sensitive point on Bisco’s head.
“Don-, Don’t press, like that…” Bisco grunted, unable to suppress the shaking every time Milo squeezed hard against that point. Although he knew Milo only enjoyed his rebuffing, he couldn’t will himself to do anything but clutch onto Milo’s shoulders lest his protests be taken seriously. “S-Stop…”
“Hm? Come on, you promised I could have it. Are you misbehaving?”
“I’m- n~ot gonna give ya anything like that!”
“Saying you can’t, even though you’re acting so cutely. Ahh, your pipes must be stuck.” With a last teasing chuckle, Milo went to press Bisco’s desperation back against his tongue. “Here, I’ll fix you nicely.”
With a deep moan, Milo stuffed the large member down his throat and wrapped his arms around Bisco’s waist to intimately push himself onto the mushroom keeper.
“Grgh! Sl-, ow…”
Bisco’s whole body began to tense, feeling like fireworks were being set off inside of him with Milo’s merciless movements. It grew into a tidal wave, slamming against the dam of his pride with violent lust.
“Milo! It’s, I’m-!”
Before Bisco’s words could catch up to his whirring thoughts, Milo pushed Bisco’s rod as far as he could take it. It felt like a lightning strike through his veins and Bisco instinctually grabbed Milo and pulled him close as the dam finally broke with one desperate cry of pleasure.
His orgasm burst forth like a pressure geyser, eyes clenched closed as Milo took his aggressive release with enthusiasm. The intense seductions flared into illuminating pleasure, making Bisco moan and twitch as his mind cleared of all hesitation.
Humming in satisfaction, Milo ate up all of his sticky, warm life force. He drew out every ounce of bliss with the harsh suction of his mouth, eventually releasing the poor, limp rod and lapping up any mess left behind with the intimate enthusiasm only found in a demon of lust.
Groaning whimpers turned into heated sighs as Bisco finally felt his body calm down, not used to such rough treatment. Though he would never admit it, it may have been the best feeling he’d experienced in one blast.
“Jeez…” He grumbled, tangling his fingers in Milo’s hair once he registered where his hands had landed. “I know what I said, but you’re seriously shameless.”
“Thank you.” Milo grinned in reply, wiping the remaining drool from his chin.
“So casual.” Bisco sighed, collapsing back into the couch. He’d barely taken a moment to breath before he felt Milo’s pressure on the couch and opened his eyes to see Milo leaning in to kiss his neck. “O-Oi! Can’t you give me a sec?”
“Why?” Milo asked sincerely, pressing a deep kiss in the crevice between his neck and chin nonetheless. The way Bisco tensed and repressed his voice only pushed him to continue with tender nibbles and kisses downwards. “You didn’t think one was gonna be enough, did you? You’re so full of life force that I’m already feeling better, but, I’ve been fasting longer than anyone should. I need more…”
“Mn…” Bisco groaned in thought, trying to overcome his nerves and embrace Milo properly. “I guess, It’s kinda my fault, right?” He considered as he took in Milo’s revitalised and bewitching form.
It was only then that he finally realised that something was a little off. Milo’s tail looked even bigger than before and the heart end was turning… kinda phallic. Though, Bisco wondered if it was just his imagination.
Even if it was, he was also sure that there were black markings creeping across Milo’s bare skin – similar to the transformation he had witnessed not too long ago.
“I wanna lick you all over…” Milo distracted him with a laughing sigh before giving a fiery example on the rim of his ear.
Bisco shivered under the heat of his breath.
“That’s-! Maybe, a bad call.” Bisco stuttered, cursing the fragility of his newfound confidence. Though, he was coming to realise that Milo was just someone who could easily bring out this weaker side of him. “Not exactly easy to wash up around here.”
“Then maybe we should go somewhere better.”
As though shifting gears, Milo suddenly pushed off of the couch. He grabbed Bisco and pulled him up with strength unlike someone of his stature.
Too lost in the fog of his mind to do anything but warble, Bisco stumbled and fell into Milo’s embrace. He rested naturally into Milo’s hold – warm and reassuring as it was.
The world seemed to shift around them in a contained frenzy of fire and darkness. The last sight Bisco saw before dizziness forced his eyes closed was Milo’s soft expression, seized by the darkness tattooed in elegant swirls.
His left foot fell once in imbalance, hitting wood.
His right shifted out to correct it, hitting stone.
“Huh?” Bisco blinked back groggy exhaustion and looked around in shock. “Where…?”
No longer were they in the cabin with the rest of their things, but instead a cobblestone arena with naturally carved stone fences low enough to show a blood-red horizon. A white-rock wall of waterfalls seemed to perpetually fill natural baths, steaming into the dark sky as though part of a volcanic sauna.
All they had left of the previous world was the few clothes still on their person. Bisco was a little unnerved to find that even his tunic, only just discarded, was completely gone.
“Where the hell are we?” He growled. “Should I even ask…?”
“A place to wash up!”
“Yeah, I can see that. Am I gonna have to fight off any man-eating demons around here?”
“Depends on what you mean by man-eating.” Milo smirked as he slid his hands down Bisco’s frame. He began to further undress them both, crooning in adoration when he saw Bisco’s shyness return. “It’s only us here. I took you into my personal realm. It’s like a demon’s house, kinda.”
“You live in a bathhouse? I didn’t think waterbeds were literally water beds. How the hell d’you sleep?” Bisco gave him a genuine, wide-eyed look and Milo barely held back his laugh.
“We’re just here for a quick bath.” He scoffed, joyfully kicking away the last of his clothes.
Although Bisco’s head was still whirling, the realisation that Milo’s fully naked, beautifully sculpted body was now in front of him shoved all of his questions out of the way. He busied himself with undressing as well, too bashful to look upon Milo’s form or to acknowledge the intimidatingly alluring way the incubus looked him up and down.
Like an animal sizing up a mate, Milo’s gaze trailed along every bump of muscle and curve of figure on Bisco’s body. A deep, excited sigh escaped his lips as Milo clutched upon his prey, so enamoured that he simply had to hold him as close as possible.
Bisco blushed at the feeling, blubbering incoherently as soon as he realised that Milo was shamelessly pressing their most intimate parts together. Unable to properly think with all the sudden changes, he distracted himself by slowly tracing the ink-coloured curls across Milo’s body with his hands, matching the way Milo ran his nails down Bisco’s back like a leisurely and cherishing dance.
“Should I be worried about… these changes?” Bisco focused on the way the markings hugged his form, like a seductive dancer’s lingerie. “You never told me anything about this side of you.”
He felt Milo sigh against his shoulder. After a half-second of consideration, Milo held his face and looked him in the eye.
“Are you worried?”
“Not for my sake.” He answered honestly, surprising Milo a little. “You said you didn’t wanna hurt me.”
“Yeah.” Milo felt his heart begin to race, wide-eyes turning into a loving gaze. He leaned in and placed a chaste kiss on Bisco’s lip. “I wanna make you feel so good that you’ll never be able to think of anyone else.”
With the steam in the air creating a humid warmth, Milo tenderly tucked the dampened hair back behind Bisco’s ears. The flicker of flame in his heart that he felt every time he could be so close to Bisco was becoming more than familiar, and that in itself was a wonderful thing. But, this growing desperation he’d been ignoring was trailing close behind it.
I want you to see. Milo’s thoughts wandered as he watched Bisco’s beguiling lips. I want you to see and accept me. I want it so badly that I can barely hold back. But, I…
The peaceful rushing of the waterfall, the droplets forming on their skin, the beating of his demonic heart, all faded to the background as Milo felt Bisco’s hand the grasp the back of his head. With one tender, caring look from Bisco to Milo, he captured the incubus in a deep, tender kiss, as though casting magic to dispel all the doubt bundling up in Milo’s chest.
Although Milo had just sunk into that familiar warmth he’d slowly grown used to, he suddenly felt like he’d fallen in love with Bisco all over again.
Their fingers tangled together, fitting as perfectly as puzzle pieces. Hand in hand, Milo led Bisco into a waist deep pool of sauna-like water. They melted together as they floated into the bath in a loose knot for a long moment, doing nothing but resting against each other.
Such relaxing heat would usually put Bisco on edge given his routine, but he found himself placated as his back pressed against stone with the force of Milo’s impatient touch.
“Can I show you more of that demonic part of me?” Milo looked at Bisco with begging eyes, as though he were a deranged beast earnestly asking his prey to sit still.
“Yeah.”
“You won’t dislike it? Even if I seem inhuman?”
“As long as it’s you, I’ll like it.”
“Ahh…” Milo shuddered.
A flare of arousal sparked in his eyes. For a split second it looked as though he could combust on the spot, until he launched forwards and clasped Bisco in another desperate kiss. His shadow, refracted by the water, exploded into further breaks and began to rise into form.
“I wanna hurry up and eat you completely…!” Milo spoke on a heated breath, the look of pure desire in his eyes sparking something weak and needy within Bisco.
As surprising as it was for him to realise his want to be wanted, Bisco was almost immediately distracted when he felt something slide up his leg.
No, not just one thing…
“What- is that a-!?” Bisco squirmed a little as he saw the inky appendages through the water – even more so when he felt them slowly glide up his naked limbs and hug his waist.
Milo slid his hand down the middle of Bisco’s torso as the shadowy tendrils deepened in colour until they were a solid, soft, squishy black.
“My summons.” Milo spoke in the way one would when introducing their distinguished and world-class pet. He raised his free hand and a tentacle slivered up his arm and wrapped in rings over his fingers. He pressed the black flesh to his lips without breaking eye contact for a single moment. “They’ll wash you all over, so we can get back to the main course…”
A sound that could have been rejection clamoured from Bisco’s throat, but the feeling of the soft tentacles massaging his body quickly dulled his caution to nothingness. In a miasma of deep, warm-evening colours, Bisco found himself lost in the pale blue before him. His nerves calmed faster than his life of survival had trained him for and he quickly found himself surrendering to the angelic figure pressing his hand ever lower and lower.
“Milo, mnh…”
Bisco had heard rumours of something called massage oil being sold in the most wealthy of settlements. He would never bother with such a thing himself but, if he had to guess, it felt like these tentacles were covered in the stuff. A pleasant, faint scent wafted in the air, as though the black limbs really were soaping him up.
The tentacles spoilt him in affection, wrapping gently around his limbs and hugging his waist and chest. He embraced the strange massage and let himself rest in the comfortable water, quiet groans escaping as the tendrils soothed his overworked muscles.
Though, he knew Milo could feel his most embarrassing desire.
Ruthless as his power seemed to be, the incubus didn’t let a single thing touch Bisco’s crotch save for a single brush from his hand. Even Bisco’s own limbs seemed to be restrained when they strayed too close.
Come on, Milo… Bisco grit his teeth, seething at the words he dared not say. I’m hard as a rock over here, gimme something…!
If Bisco didn’t want Milo’s smug-smiling lips to be on him so bad right now he would probably threaten to sucker-punch them.
Milo seemed to pay no mind to his prey’s ordeal and instead simply dipped his hand between Bisco’s thighs.
“Open up for me?” He asked, tone almost innocent, and pulled Bisco’s leg up as a hint.
“Mmph…” Shyly, Bisco obliged.
The tentacles graciously helped him balance to the point that he felt weightless, his legs gently pried open by Milo’s hand and one slick tentacle.
One finger at a time, Bisco felt Milo’s hand caress the rim of his ass through his cheeks. The sensation was both maddening and freeing, having to cling onto Milo’s shoulders as he struggled to embrace a vulnerability he never saw within himself before.
Through the haze of his frustration, he had to focus to see Milo’s tail rise out of the water in an elegant twist. The whole thing curved tight before quickly unwinding. With it, a spiral of tension seemed to roll into the end where it bloomed like a flower.
Bisco jolted as he realised the heart shaped, slightly phallic end had suddenly turned into something like a thick-tongued maw. Milo rested his heavy-ended tail on his free hand, giving a curious expression.
“I’m going to prepare you with this, if that’s okay?” He asked, worrying a little when he saw Bisco’s apprehension.
S-Super long! Bisco gulped, trying not to show his excitement through his fluster. If that thing feels up my insides, I-I’ll go nuts…!
Bisco felt electricity run through his veins but did his best to shake off the anticipation so that he could answer with a straight face.
“It’s… a part of you, so, go for it.” He half-muttered, washing away Milo’s fears in one adorable pout with nothing but devious glee to replace them.
“Are you su~re?” Milo leaned in close with a smirk.
“I said yeah.” Bisco grit his teeth.
“No you didn’t. I gotta hear you say it.” Milo could barely contain his grin.
Bisco tensed a little, groaning and muttering as his pout turned into an embarrassed plea.
“I wan…” He started at a grumble, then rose his voice while avoiding eye contact. “I want it. I-Inside me.”
Cute…! Milo gulped.
The maw quickly dipped under the water again and Bisco quickly felt something new press against his hole.
“W-Woah!” He clawed Milo’s shoulders, shifting a little from the unusual sensation. “You’re, just, going in like that??”
“I promise it’ll all be fine. It’ll fit like you’re wearing a glove! Or, um, the other way around.” Milo badly reassured Bisco with a one-armed hug and left the tentacles to keep Bisco’s legs up. “I promise I’ll stop the moment you say so.”
Bisco feigned hesitation with some grumbling, but shivered at the feeling of that long appendage pressing against him. It was heavily lubricated, even in the water, and started entering him with ease.
“Nn! Fah…” Bisco quickly wrapped his arms around Milo, holding tight as he was slowly stretched and massaged on the inside. “Weird… Way too weird…”
A smug chuckle was all that Bisco needed to know that Milo still wasn’t buying a word of his rejection. Though his pride still demanded satisfaction, the strange euphoria of Milo’s tail sliding up his insides gave him the perfect excuse to do nothing but pant against Milo’s shoulder. It reached deeper inside himself than he thought possible, rubbing against his prostate in slow thrusts to help him get used to the stretching as it seemed to throb and thicken ever so slowly.
“Fu~ck.” Bisco moaned, his toes curling as his body was set alight once more. “Too much. T-, Take it slower…”
Milo mulled over the request with a heavy sigh as he leaned onto Bisco’s body, smiling at how Bisco jolted when he felt Milo’s hard dick rub against his own.
“Mng, your aura feels so nice right now. I can tell how much you like it…” Milo chimed. “You’re too beautiful like this, I can’t help myself.”
“Shut, up…!” Bisco groaned.
“Don’t wanna.” Milo nuzzled into Bisco’s cheek, warm from the fluster.
The tail licked up Bisco’s insides, spreading the strange lubricant more than enough for one of Milo’s fingers to join in and help the process. He began to groan and writhe a little under the helpless feeling, breathless as Milo played with him freely until he felt like he was about to blow.
But Milo decided to play with him a little more, ejecting the tail in favour of a second finger and exploring thoroughly as a devious tentacle slithered around Bisco’s body rubbed against the opening.
“Do you… want something else? Something a little bigger?” Milo kissed Bisco’s ear and spoke in whispers as tempting as a demonic pact. “I promise, even in the water, incubus lube can make anything fit…”
Bisco half-suppressed a tense groan as he felt the tentacle begin to press into him.
Surely, if Milo’s fingers were making him feel that good, having one of those big tentacles torturing his prostate would be amazing. Just thinking about it made Bisco’s heart hammer in his chest.
But, as he felt the tip join Milo’s fingers and massage his rim, Bisco’s embarrassment hit its peak. He grabbed the tentacle like it were a squirming animal and gave Milo a look of embarrassed defiance. “Hah, ahh, e-enough. I don’t wanna, have something like that in me before you are.” He huffed, though he quickly melted into the hold of the tentacles again and adopted a pleading look. “I wanna have your real… th-thing, in me first.”
For just a moment, Milo wondered what he had done to deserve to witness the look on Bisco’s face. The volcanic heat that both flared in his cheek and boiled in his abdomen made him feel more human than any demon had a right to.
Forgive me Asmodeus for ruining such a pure soul… Milo prayed.
“You’re thinkin’ something annoyin’.”
“N-Not at all!” Milo lied, badly. “Just- you’re surprisingly innocent, huh Bisco?”
At Milo’s gleeful expression, Bisco snarled briefly before feeling three of Milo’s fingers shove back inside of him.
“Ghg! Nng…” He moaned as he felt Milo begin to rhythmically press deep inside him, that maw-like tail brushing against his needy cock.
“You’re too appetising, Bisco…” Milo hummed, biting into Bisco’s shoulder before licking up the droplets of water on his neck. “I’ll show you just how badly you drive me insane.”
The mouth of his tail wrapped around Bisco’s dick, swallowing it completely like it was tailored to fit.
“F-Fuck!” Bisco felt his whole body tense as it massaged his entire instrument of pleasure in loud, heavy thrusts.
It felt as though the lubricated maw was a suction cup, completely enveloping him as the water splashed outwards with every pump. With his insides still being claimed by those ruthless fingers and his front being attacked with a fantastical tenderness, all the teasing seemed to catch up to him at once.
“Mil… can’t… t-take it…!”
A rapturous shuddering flew through Bisco’s body, his voice escaping in shaken moans as his whole being was eaten up by Milo’s greed. The maw was merciless in clutching Bisco’s rod, drawing every drop it could with relentless pleasure until Bisco fell limp and weak to the overflowing feeling.
“Stah, stop.” He begged, trying to push Milo’s head away from its new home against his collar to no avail.
“Mnnh, you’re so cute Bisco…”
“Bastard…”
Bisco whined at his loving words, feeling himself fall deeper into the water as exhaustion washed over him. Through hazy vision, he began to see the dark sky consume the sunset and the rest of the world with it. In the last glimmers of light, he recognised a demonic form so fatally beautiful that not a single thought could stray.
The next thing Bisco knew, he was staring up at lilac canopy curtains. A soft towel was scrubbing away at his wet hair, his back against a warm body. His eyes were heavy from the very brief nap and his usual boundless energy felt almost completely sapped.
Still, he was able to get an idea of his surroundings. He took in the soft furniture and the way the room became bejewelled closer to the ceiling, sparkling like stars. There was dim, limited light that seemed to spawn from nowhere in particular and equalise throughout the room.
In front was a mirror wall which showed him to be sitting upon a deeply coloured, comfortable bed in a heavily furnished and stylish room. He could also see that his naked self was lying half-upright against an equally naked Milo, who noticed his awakened state.
“Feeling okay?” He snuggled Bisco and continued to dry him up, smooching his cheek. “You’re all soft now thanks to the water. Like a meat bun.”
Bisco felt Milo’s teeth bite and press into his shoulder. He felt those fractured marble horns brush his cheek and saw the inky blackness taking over Milo’s skin from the view in the mirror.
He didn’t need an aura sense to tell Milo was still on edge – enough so that anyone else could be scared that he’d actually eat him.
“I’ve never tasted anything better…” Milo hummed, tossing the towel and resting his hands on Bisco’s waist.
His hard dick was throbbing against Bisco’s back, the impatient morse-code sent through twitches that defied Milo’s attempts to be patient. Through Bisco’s groggy mind, thoughts still completely fixated on that fiendish figure behind him, he shifted his weight onto his legs and knelt up.
“Bisco?” Milo blinked curiously.
“Where did you take me now?” He asked, speaking low and quiet thanks to his tiredness and his focus on grabbing Milo’s thick rod behind him.
“I-It’s my room.” Milo stuttered through his surprise, trying to suppress his instincts to ravage Bisco once more. He tried to keep his dominance over the situation and answer as Bisco’s hand gently massaged the shaft. “Well, uhm, it’s still my realm, but the version that I slept in before I was camping by your side. I thought it’d be more suitable for our first time. Though, I didn’t expect to do all that in the bath, so maybe-”
Milo’s words stopped stunned in his throat as Bisco experimentally pressed the tip against his entrance. The lubricant from before was still slick against the hole and allowed for easy entrance.
“Nm! Bis, co…” Milo gripped Bisco’s hips hard, seeming to fight against his temptation to take control again.
“You sleep here?” Bisco asked, barely paying any mind to Milo’s efforts as he continued to test and tease. Even in this state, he did take some pleasure in regaining control. “Didn’t take you to be the… materialistic type.”
“I don’t design it. It looks like this because I want you to be comfy. But…”
Milo breathed out in heated pants as Bisco lowered himself onto his rod, taking a second to feel the insane tightness that enveloped him.
It felt like a space made just for him, warm and pleasing and hugging – although Bisco seemed to lose himself to the size for a moment. Milo wrapped his arms around Bisco’s waist and nuzzled into him as Bisco got used to the feeling.
“I can bring you to all sorts of places, and change all kinds of things.” Milo continued as he waited. “I can make the room huge, bright and glittering so you could feel like royalty. I could make a beach and pretend it’s our honeymoon. Or…” With a victorious smirk, Milo speared himself deeper into Bisco, earning a surrendering sigh as he spoke softly into his ear. “I could make it a brothel and pay to fuck you for as long as I-”
“H-Here!” Bisco nervously shoved Milo’s face away, his cheeks beet-red. “Here is fine. Your room is best.”
Milo’s laugh fell on his ears like cooling rain on a hot summer’s day. Bisco quickly found himself lost into a trance of pumping the thick rod in and out of himself.
“You look delicious.” Milo hummed, running a finger up Bisco’s member as he licked his lips. “And you’re still able to give me even more essence. You’re so incredible – are you sure you’re human?”
Bisco growled at being teased as Milo laughed.
The view in the mirror was as enticing as it was strange – Bisco couldn’t help but be bashful as he watched Milo’s hands wandered all over him. He tried to keep steady, but his embarrassed excitement was messing with his rhythm.
“Y, You can change this place, right?” Bisco panted, swallowing his drool as he began to feel a more than pleasing buzz from his ass. “The mirror…”
“You don’t like it?” Milo considered. Then his slender, blackened fingers gripped Bisco’s jaw and made him look at their reflections, smirking as he felt Bisco tighten around him. “I can feel that’s not it. I’ll never say a word, so be as submissive as you want.”
“B-Bastard…!” Bisco seethed, though his dick twitched at the promise.
“Did you keep rejecting me because you knew I could make you feel like this?” Milo’s nails dragged down Bisco’s torso, firm over the muscles. “I’ll show you how you make me feel, even if I have to tear down your walls with my bare hands.”
He grabbed Bisco’s dick roughly, overstimulated from two orgasms already.
“S-Stop!” Bisco froze, struggling even harder to keep any semblance of pace. “Fucking, i-incubus curse. Ngh! I can’t cum again…”
“You can, thanks to me.” Milo cooned and kissed his shoulder. “As long as your body wants mine, I can make you hard as many times as I want. I’m so happy you want me this much.”
“Stop being so damn mushy! I cant do anything to ya like this!”
“But there’s no point if you’re not gonna cum…”
“Obviously there’s a point, dumbass! Lemme go already!”
“Hey- Woah! Don’t move so suddenly!”
“Sayin’ that after all the shit you’ve pulled! Wha- hey!”
A bit of struggling and tussling, Bisco caught his leg on the sheet and slipped back, knocking them both down on the bed.
Now disconnected, still a mess, the two took one look at each other and started laughing.
“You’re kinda bad at this for a demon.” Bisco jeered.
“Of course you’d say it’s my fault when you can’t even take the lead when you try.” Milo sneered, then shook his head. “But, yeah. This is because I pushed you for three times. I got careless, sorry.”
“Pfft, like you had any say.”
The two shared a quick look of daring humour as the absurdity of it all caught up to them all at once.
Bisco lazily kept his hand with Milo’s hand as he got comfortable on the bed while Milo busied himself in the mirror. He seemed delighted with the results of his rejuvenation, and Bisco ruminated on the sight for a moment as Milo enjoyed feeling powered up for the first time in far too long.
“So…” Bisco hummed. “Did I make up for teasin’ ya all this time? Finally full?”
“Basically.” Milo crawled between his legs, resting torso to torso in an intimate cuddle. “It’s incredible that you’ve fed me so much, and three meals for me is way too much for one human to handle. Even you wouldn’t be alright after giving that much life essence away.”
Milo traced his fingers across Bisco’s skin, leaving markings of black shadow that faded quickly after his touch. Meanwhile, Bisco was too busy realising that Milo’s still hard dick was pressing into his ass to feel the serene satisfaction of the situation, almost missing Milo’s continuation.
“Really, Bisco, thank you for doing this.”
“I already told ya, I wanted to do it.”
“But it’s a huge favour for a human to trust a demon this much.”
Bisco blinked.
“Favour?” He asked, exhaustion suddenly fading in the face of his natural aggression.
“Yeah! I’ve never even heard of a human who’ll let a demon walk by his side, let alone help them without being tricked.” Milo gave a cozy sigh, but quickly realised his partner was tense. “Bisc-? Gagh!”
To Milo’s surprise, he found himself pulled above Bisco with surprising strength for someone who should be recovering their essence.
“You really think ya know how humans work, huh?” Bisco growled, grappling him with his legs. “Guess I can’t blame you, I’m sure you’ve messed with a lotta pathetic suckers.”
“What’s with you? And, let me- oof!” Milo tried to move, but Bisco’s hold was solid. Though he’d just managed to suppress his desires, Milo couldn’t ignore the shiver of temptation that ran up his spine as he felt his rod press into Bisco’s ass. He closed his eyes in focus as his incubus instincts lit his sanity’s fuse. “B-Bisco, I’m really trying to hold back.”
“Oh yeah? You fighting against the brain in your dick?” Bisco barked. “Guess that’s the only one an incubus has since you think I can’t tell you want more.”
“Hey! Why are you so angry all of a sudden? All I did was thank you!”
Bisco only snarled in the face of Milo’s glare and clutched Milo closer with his legs, feeling the tip push inside once more.
“Mgh! I, I’m serious. Bisco…” Milo groaned as Bisco’s body accepted his dick deeper and deeper as if their bodies were moving on their own. Though it was against his better judgement, Milo melted into the feeling as he was unable to fight with anything other than words. “Fagh, you’re so warm… B-But, ngh, if I eat much more, you’ll really get sick.”
“If I’m food, then eat me.”
“Y-You’re not food.”
“Then what the hell am I?”
“You’re, hahh, my friend!”
“I’m not the type to fuck my friends! Try again!”
“Ghh! I don’t, I don’t know! Ahh, I wanna move so bad, l-let go…”
“Guess right and I’ll let go! Nngh…”
Milo throbbed inside as Bisco tightened up, the predator somehow quickly becoming the prey.
“I, I don’t…” Milo panted against Bisco, whose gaze flickered up to the halo-like horns growing ever thicker as Milo lost his humanity to the feeling. “I… I don’t wanna say it and be wrong…”
“Didn’t I make it clear when you asked?” Bisco affirmed, reaching up. “I said you could call yourself whatever you want, so don’t just settle for basic shit!”
Bisco grabbed Milo’s horns and yanked him in deep, making Milo yelp and tense. As the pleasure of Bisco’s body ran through Milo, his transformation flourished into completion with svelte, bat-like wings flared from his back.
Onyx-black eyes with piercing blue irises glared up at Bisco and Milo’s voice took on a deep, haunting reverberation.
“You really can’t behave, down to the last straw!”
With a feral growl, Milo slammed himself inside of Bisco with a force unbecoming of his incinerated patience.
“Gng! De, ‘eep!” Bisco whined, but Milo clamped a hand clumsily over his mouth to strip him of talking privilege.
Milo panted like an animal with his teeth against Bisco’s flesh as he thrust inside with the strength that Bisco had been craving throughout the endless teasing and foreplay. Bisco could no longer keep the desperate wanting out of his voice, clutching Milo as tight as he could as lightning bolts of pleasure ran through his veins with every impact.
The tightness of the hole he’d desired so badly drove Milo insane in an instant, all hesitation lost to the dark flurry of lust that drove his hips to wreck Bisco’s ass. Every learned manner of restraint he’d gained from waiting for Bisco melted into the beautiful fury of Bisco’s nails clutching his back, his legs pulling and hips raising for more of Milo’s rough touch.
“Insolent…” Milo’s grunted, shifting to look down at Bisco with bared teeth as his tail writhed above him from the overwhelming feeling. “Brash, cocky! If you want to test me so badly, I’ll take everything you can give!”
The tail grew once more into the thick maw that so lovingly tortured him. Without an inch of gentleness this time, it swooped between them and devoured Bisco’s dick, wrapping the thick tongue firmly around the shaft as the slick walls hugged the whole rod.
“Fuck!” Bisco sputtered through Milo’s parted fingers, completely immobilised by the wonderful overstimulation. The appendage didn’t wait to start pumping Bisco in a syncopated rhythm to Milo’s slamming hips and he felt his back arch in total submission. “Can’t! Wai-, I, can’t-!”
Enveloped in Bisco’s salacious aura, Milo breathed heated sighs of intense lust. He clutched Bisco’s body in dominance, biting and pressing him down as he enjoyed every inch of Bisco’s body to his satisfaction.
“Mi, l-lo!” Bisco gasped, his mind buzzing with blank euphoria that the human mind shouldn’t be capable of without aid from the fiend claiming him. “Can’t take, any, more…!”
“Bisco…” Milo’s purring voice rolled off his tongue, pushing back Bisco’s legs and giving him one last, wide-eyed look. “Mine, always mine, forever…”
With his gaping mouth, he claimed Bisco’s lips and ravaged him as he desired. Bisco’s third orgasm wracked his body in unnatural pleasure, shivering and moaning under Milo as his insides constricted as though eating up Milo’s dick by itself.
Milo moaned into the kiss, his greedy demonic nature somehow sated as Bisco’s body gave him every bliss it could. He clutched Bisco close as his own climax took him, filling Bisco as he ate his offering until the sparks of ecstasy finally began to die down.
In a panting, sweaty mess, Milo fell onto Bisco like a puppet would without its strings. The excited aura of allure and desire coming from Bisco faded with his harsh breathing, steadying into a recovering bliss.
Once he had (mostly) gathered himself, Milo shifted onto his elbows to take a look at his prey. Below him, Bisco had seemed to pass out from exhaustion, or his brain was at least blown out from all the dopamine from the incubus-enforced libido.
A little worried, Milo checked him over until he was satisfied that Bisco was otherwise okay. He brushed Bisco’s hair out of his face and pet him until he noticed the starkness of his pale-white and shadow-black skin.
“Ah, I showed you everything again without thinking.” Milo frowned, running a few fingers over his horns. He remembered Bisco grabbing them… and smiled to himself as his wings twitched and tail swayed. “Well… You never saw a difference, right?”
His laugh chimed through the air as he flopped onto the bed, snuggling in glee.
“I thought it would take a long time to get my power back, but your life force is so amazing. Everything about you really is too amazing.” Milo sighed as he brought Bisco to his chest. “I thought I could help myself, but you drive me so insane that I can’t hold back. But still, you take everything without pushing me away…”
He kissed the top of Bisco’s head. To his surprise, Bisco responded with a quiet groan as he rolled over and loosely held Milo in his arms. A graceful laugh echoed from Milo, his body abuzz with delightfully wholesome feelings.
The mushroom keeper seemed to have rested into a proper sleep after such an intense experience, and Milo happily cradled his lover in a secure embrace. Seeing Bisco so restful yet so crumpled, Milo raised his hand and clicked his fingers.
The dark ambience of the room slowly began to burn away. The walls turned to smouldering paper, melting into nothingness. The bed frame splintered into dust that was quickly eaten away by the evening sun that poured in as the windows of the cabin revealed themselves, the beautiful furniture silently deconstructing itself into the limited scattering of tables and chairs of the room they had started in.
The two had returned to the sofa, snug and entwined with Milo leaning against the arm so that he could get a good look at Bisco’s sleeping form. As the dimming light covered Bisco’s face, the specific smell of old wood wafting in the air, Milo could immediately recognise the renewed comfort on Bisco’s face from being back in the haphazard setup.
“My wild Bisco.” Milo chuckled, one of his hands tangled with Bisco’s own and another playing with his unruly red hair. “My grumpy, needy Bisco. My… partner. My everything…”
Milo gently held Bisco’s head in his hand, staring at the peaceful expression he so rarely got to see. An expression of vulnerability and trust – trust that he could truly rely on Milo. That simple thing somehow meant more to Milo than anything he’d ever experienced.
This demon, destined to roam the Earth and feast upon sinful pleasures, spoke in tones so tender that honest adoration was practically dripping from his lips.
“How could I ever thank you for showing me what it means to love someone the way that I love you?”
And so ended his 11th day by Bisco’s side.