Ink

Hot damn! I updated! Hope this is still up to par. This chapter is brought to you by Headache, which is what it gave me. lol



Enjoy!



~Sage~











Lucian Kinney’s estate was a two story mansion in the wealthy division of East Crownland Heights. It consisted of five bedrooms, a huge kitchen, dining area, den, and two smaller rooms Lucian had used for an office and meeting room. The mansion also had an in ground pool outside, and a smaller indoor one, a basketball court, and garage big enough for six cars. All of this used to belong to Lucian, before Cithru killed him. Now everything the drug lord once possessed belonged to Cithru; even his men, who were either to cowardly to leave or just brave enough to stay.



Cithru had left to feed, leaving his newest ward in the company of his thrall and sex slave.



“Who is he?” Angel asked, from where he sat at the edge of the bed. He trailed long fingers through the kid’s soft hair, watching the young man sleep.



Alex spun on his heel, pacing back and forth in the front of the mammoth bed. The blue silk robe he wore over his nakedness had come undone revealing teasing glimpses of golden flesh as he walked the carpet. His hands twisted together in agitation. He bit his nails, looked at the boy sleeping, and then back at Angel. “This can’t be good for us,” he finally said.



Angel drew his hand away and looked up at the prostitute. He hadn’t been happy when Cithru had informed him that his lover was dead. He and Lucian had a happy life. He’d been with the drug lord for five years. Angel had wanted to see Lucian to verify for himself that he was gone, but Cithru had not let him, only whisked him away in his master’s limo. At the time he’d been too shocked and petrified to question why Simms, ex-bodyguard to Lucian and the others would obey the man without question, but he’d soon found out that what they were dealing with was no ordinary human being.



Angel strongly suspected there was a different side to Cithru, one other than the handsome seducer he’d seen thus far. Something was not quite right about him, even if everyone refused to talk about Cithru with or without him at the estate. Angel had felt that something the first time he’d refused the man’s advances. He’d been distraught about Lucian, and yet with one caress, one kiss, Cithru had disarmed him. His new master had shown him so much pleasure that he’d ached with it. When Cithru came to him he forgot that there had ever been anyone other than him.



It wasn’t right.



He looked down at the boy again. “And now he brings another one. How many more is he going to bring? Is he collecting us?” He glanced back up at Alex. He liked Cithru’s thrall. He was fun to be around and he was a free spirit. Alex was the only one who would talk to him about Cithru, though Angel could see the fear in his eyes when he did. He was the only one who had hinted at Cithru being something other than human. Alex knew, Angel was sure of it, but the other man never quite said what.



“His name is Cameron,” Alex said, coming toward the bed and flopping down beside Angel. His lip curled. “He’s the reason Cithru hurt me the first time we were together. He’s wanted this one all along.”



Suddenly Alex’s face fell and the eyes he turned to Angel were full of fear. “And now that he has him he’ll have no use for us.”



Angel’s heart stuttered. “What? Why? He always wants more. You know that? No matter how many time the guy gets his rocks off he’s always ready to fuck.”



Alex scoffed. “You still think our lover is a ‘guy’?”



“Yes, because no one will tell me what the hell is going on!” His voice came out loud and strident, betraying just how much this entire situation frightened him. The other boy shifted in his sleep, but thankfully didn’t wake up. Angel adjusted the sheet that had slipped down his body. Cithru had brought him in naked but Angel had thrown a sheet over his hips.



“It’s safer that way, Angel.” Alex said, “Don’t you get it. We’re stand ends, dispensable. What we’re dealing with is something older and more powerful than anything we could ever conceive. He’s been inside my head, a-and it was so fuckin’ frightening, to have something that huge, that dark inside you. What you and I feel with his lust is only the tip of the ice burg. This one,” he pointed to Cameron, “this one is tied to him here.” He pointed to the burn scar on the boy’s arm. “I’m not sure why I can sense this tie, only I know the boy reeks of the other.” Alex instinctively avoided the use of the Demon King’s name. Not many people were bold enough to say it, and yet no one fully understood its power, only that when it was said it evoked a chill up one’s spine.



“So you’re telling me this guy isn’t a he , but some ancient being?” Alex ran a hand through his spiky hair. Today the tips were violet. “If this… being doesn’t want us anymore, then what will he do when he’s finished with us. Let us go?” Even as he said it Angel knew he couldn’t be farther from the truth.



“You just don’t let two guys who know as much as we do go, Angel. Don’t pretend that you’re as naïve as everyone thinks you are. We can’t just walk out of here.”



“Then what?” Angel asked.



Both boys slowly turned their eyes toward the sleeping boy. Then they glanced back at each other. A silent understanding passed between them.

***



Someone was shaking Cameron’s shoulder but all he wanted to do was sleep. He shrugged them off, turning onto his stomach and burrowing his head under the softness of a fat pillow. The pillow was yanked away abruptly, and so were the sheets. He shivered, his nakedness now exposed to the room’s air.



“Cameron!”



“What, Jake? What the hell…” Cam jerked upright and scrubbed a hand across his face, finally seeing the room for what it was. He wasn’t at home! All the events of the past day flooded back to him. He wasn’t in Terra Quod Abyssus either. Cam shrank away from the two figures standing over his bed.



“It’s okay.” A handsome young man with spiky blond hair tipped in violet reached out to gently rub his shoulder, but Cam evaded him, yanking the sheets from the end of the bed and pulling them into his lap.



“Who are you?” Cam asked, trying to figure out where he could possibly be. He remembered Cithru only vaguely. He remembered being in the shower, then there had been pleasure. Hands had slid over his wet skin, cupped his—Cam gasped. “Shit!” He launched himself to the edge of the bed and scrambled off.



“Wait, just wait.” A slender man with a wealth of brownish gold hair lifted his hands in a placating gesture. As Cameron watched the man in the blue robe opened a dresser drawer and started rummaging through it. “Where are your clothes?” He asked the man with spiky blond hair.



“Third drawer down.” The blond turned his attention back to Cameron. “Look we aren’t here to hurt you. We want to help.”



Cam looked around the room, spotted the exit and started edging toward the door. He had his fist wound tightly in the sheet and had no idea where he was going naked, but he knew he didn’t want to be here. “Where is he?” He blurted, feeling his heart pick up a frantic rhythm as he thought of the demon.



“He’s out feeding.” The guy with the long hair said. He held up a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. “Here put these on, we have to get you out of here.”



Cam caught the shirt and jeans that were tossed to him. He let the sheet drop to the floor, careless if the other men saw him nude. All he cared about was getting the hell out of dodge. Thoughts spun around his head one after the other. Where is Cithru? God what if he catches me? How long do I have?



“Angel go, talk to the guards now,” the willowy man said to the other. The guy with the long hair yanked open a closet door, grabbed a pair of sneakers, and tossed them to the floor at Cam’s feet.



Cam had one leg shoved into his pant’s leg and he quickly thrust the other one in. The t-shirt slipped from his arm and he grabbed at it and put it between his teeth as he pulled the jeans up his waist. He was about the same size as the guy with the spiky violet-tipped hair so it was no surprise that the clothes fit almost perfectly.



No sooner had Cam gotten the t-shirt and sneakers on then guy called Angel poked his head back into the room. “Garrett has agreed to look the other way for now, but he’s scared as shit. We better hurry.”



The willowy man didn’t even bother to throw on clothes. He crossed the room in anxious strides, grabbed Cam by the elbow and tugged him along. Cam didn’t say anything as he was lead through a series of hallways, down what seemed like a million steps, and to the front door.



Angel unlatched the door and opened it wide, revealing a dusk gray sky and threatening clouds. The air that hit Cam in the chest was cool and made him shiver. “Run,” Angel told him.



The question of where he was and where he was going to go didn’t really occur to Cam. Some internal knowledge warned him about the importance of time. It was flight or fight time, and Cam now understood these guys, for whatever personal reasons, were helping him seek flight. Cam knew he was no match for Cithru. Just the thought of him caused his belly to cramp and his heart to stutter.



Without uttering another word, Cam nodded his thanks and ran out the door. He could feel the eyes of the two men on his back as he fled down the long driveway. By the time he turned the corner and hit the sidewalk he was already winded. Still, he pushed himself, wanting to put as much distance between him and the house as possible.



He saw streets signs in jumbled blurs of green and white. He squinted, panting, feet rhythmically slapping the sidewalk, sending jolts through his entire body as he tried to make out where he was. Rosemary street. Lily Pines. A man walking his dog turned off one street and headed down the sidewalk Cam was running along.



As Cam loomed near the man stepped off the sidewalk onto the street. “Whoa! Whoa! Young man what’s the hurry?” His Doberman started to growl and snarl menacingly at Cam.



Cam gave the stranger and his dog a wide birth and kept running. Nothing seemed to matter in his little world but getting away. The man and his dog couldn’t help him. Without Aimon, no one could.



***

Inside Lucian’s old estate Alex kept a vigil at the window. Night had fallen soon after they released Cameron. Outwardly Alex looked calm and in control, but inside he was shaking like a leaf. He could feel a terrible, terrible anger swelling in the air around him.



Behind him Angel paced the floor so hard he was liable to wear a hole in it. “What if he kills us for freeing the boy?”



“He’d kill us anyway with the boy or without him. He has no use for us anymore, Angel. At least this way he has to get Cameron back first. It’s his first priority.”



“So we just bought time?”



“Yes.” They’d also given Cam something Alex didn’t think he had: A chance to get away. In all honestly he didn’t feel like running. Despite the fear, Alex was aware of a bone-deep need to stay close to Cithru. He was his thrall after all.



“We should run like he did!” Angel urged. “Now, while Cithru is gone.”



Slowly Alex shook his head. “No.”



“Why the hell not?!”



“It’s raining.” Angel said. Fat drops of water slapped against the window just as he said the words.



“What does that mean?” A hand clamped down on Alex’s shoulder and spun him around. Angel’s frantic gaze bored into his own. “What does it mean?”



“It means he’s already back.”



***

Just when it seemed that things couldn’t get any worse the clouds opened up and poured out a freezing hell. Soaked to his bones, Cam plodded on with exhausted determination. He felt so cold his teeth were chattering.



Cam ran until he couldn’t run any more, until his lungs burned and his breath turned to wracking coughs. Spotting a building with an awning over the door, Cam switched directions and ran under the tiny shelter.



Standing underneath, shivering uncontrollably he chafed his arms for warmth and contemplated his options. He knew that he had to stay by himself. Involving others would surely get them killed so running into a store or knocking on someone’s door was out of the question.



What he needed was to find Aimon! But how in the hell… Shit, how could he have forgotten how to get in touch with the demon? Cam opened his mouth, and moved his lips, but… nothing came out. He tried again, Aimon’s name burned on the tip of his tongue.



Nothing.



Tears of frustration and fear swelled in his eyes. His chest hurt. His everything hurt, he was so tired and cold from the unnatural rain.



Sweeping the soaked hair off his forehead, Cam peered out at the rain hoping to find it slowing up. He’d walk all night if he had to. He still had no clue where he was, but he was sure if he kept moving in one direction he’d find some hint of his whereabouts. Cam was contemplating actually going in a store if only to take a look at a map, when he saw something that made his heart skip a beat.



The rain was still coming down in heavy sheets, but one spot appeared heavier than all the rest. It was as if a shadow lurked in the falling rain drops. As he squinted at the gloominess, the drops seemed to come closer together and rain down faster and faster. The shadow slowly took on the shape of a man’s broad shoulders, wide chest, and long legs. Before long, Cam could make out long black hair.



He bit his tongue so hard that he startled himself with the flare of pain. The figure was moving in his direction. Unfolding his arms, Cam prepared to dash out from under the awning. What happened next seemed like slow motion to him, but must have happened in seconds.



One moment Cam was tensing his muscles and preparing to bolt down the sidewalk, the next thing he knew he was pinned against a door. Cool water splashed from the liquid-hand that splayed across his chest, but the fingers that curled into his hair and wrenched his head back were flesh and bone.



Cam gasped, blinking hard to clear his vision of water. Burning eyes glared into his own for a moment before his breath was stolen from a surprisingly hot mouth. The tongue that flicked between his lips, beckoned his out to play. Cam melted, he didn’t mean to, but it wasn’t anything his tired body and brain could deny.



All the cells in his body seemed to cry out with joy as dark, hot, pleasure in the form of a delicious tongue and warm lips set his body on fire. Cithru stole his breath and replaced it with sizzling pleasure, making Cam writhe and gasp as sensation sizzled down to his toes.



His fingers curled in the stiff leather-lapels of Cithru’s long coat. Cithru’s other arm slid around his back, one broad hand cupped his ass and pulled him close. Cam whimpered as his erection, vulnerably naked inside his jeans, pressed against his zipper.



“Come,” Cithru beckoned, and spun around.



***

Cam had no idea where he was or how he got there. He only knew that Cithru had kissed him and lifted him from beneath the awning. The next thing he knew he was naked, lying in a bed on his back, and looking up at his greatest fear.



He tried to squirm out from beneath the heavy weight bearing down on him, but his muscles refused to obey his command, remaining in their locked position. Cam hissed out a breath as Cithru’s incredibly hot skin slid across his own, drawing shivers all the way down to his toes.



Cithru’s full mouth curved into a smile, one broad hand curled around Cam’s knee bending it up and out of the way, making room to accommodate Cithru’s hips. Cithru settled against him, the heat of the demon’s skin radiating into Cam, making his nerves scream with awareness. To his horror, Cam felt his cock twitch against his belly, weeping a single pearl from his slit.



“Ah, Cam. You are young, yet, but you must learn.” Cithru’s hand curled against his cheek, his thumb slid over the definition of his cheekbone. Cithru leaned down, until Cam could see that the pupil of his eye was not black, but a dark reddish brown color.

“You cannot get away from me. You are mine.” Cam made a sound halfway between a whimper and a sob as Cithru nipped his lower lip then ran his tongue soothingly against the stinging skin. “I will have you.”



Cithru’s fingers speared through Cam’s hair, urging his head back, until his chin was pointing at the ceiling. Cam’s heart slammed into his ribcage, beating a frantic panicky rhythm as Cithru continued to speak. The demon nuzzled his throat. Cam could hear him inhaling deeply, like a wolf scenting the fear off its prey before taking the final agonizing bite. Only Cithru did not bite, he nipped, licking at the vulnerable large artery pulsing at Cam’s fragile throat. “I will have your flesh.” He followed this promise with a stinging nip to Cam’s throat. “I will have your blood.” Cithru’s soft, hot lips trailed Cam’s jaw, his tongue flicked over the lobe of Cam’s ear, and pulled it inside to be briefly suckled.



Cam’s cock twitched violently between them, and Cam squeezed his eyes shut in mortification knowing Cithru had to have felt it. A deep chuckle echoing in his ear confirmed his fear. “I will have your seed, Cam.” Cithru’s hand glided over his shoulder and down Cam’s left arm, drawing a trail of goosebumps in its wake. Cam panted, as Cithru shifted his weight, allowing cool air to flow over Cam’s heated cock and groin. “But right now…” Cithru’s hand curled around Cam’s cock. “I will have your sounds.”



Bending his head, Cithru attacked one tiny nipple with teeth and tongue. His tongue teased until the flesh had hardened and extended enough for him to suckle. Cam cried out, his vocal cords at once free to do Cithru’s bidding. And once he started, Cam couldn’t seem to stop vocalizing his pleasure. The hand around his cock pulled his length mercilessly, causing a knee jerk reaction that made his hips follow the gloving hand. The mouth at his nipple felt like it was trying to pull the pleasure out of the pores of his skin.



Cam cried out over and over again, forgetting to fight, to resist, to fear even, as Cithru drew his pleasure to excruciating heights. When the hot mouth released his nipple and traveled down the center of his chest and belly, Cam moaned with disappointment. But seconds later heat enveloped both sensitive points of flesh at the same time. He didn’t even think to look down, knowing there was nothing his eyes could see. Besides his attention was drawn with sharp immediacy to his cock being swallowed into the hottest, hungriest tunnel of heat he’d ever felt. Cam keened, as his hips snapped off the bed. Cithru’s hands slid beneath his ass, cupping his buttocks, holding him steady for the sucking heat and lashing tongue that quickly stoked his orgasm to its peak.



Finding his paralysis lifted, Cam reached down and threaded his hands through Cithru’s hair, surprised that the heavy mass felt like silk. His fingers curled in the silky strands as he prepared to pull Cithru away. But the demon must have known his mind, applying powerful suction seconds after he willed himself to resist. Instead of trying to get away, Cam found himself clutching at the dark strands, arching his back as the most powerful orgasm he’d ever felt plowed into him, reducing him to nothing more than a shivering ball of nerves. Cam’s cock spasmed, the eruption of seed so was so forceful the tip of his cock burned. Biting back a sob, it was all Cam could do not to shake apart as Cithru fulfilled his promise with each hungry swallow. I will have your seed..

***



There was no stopping this. Cam knew what came next was inevitable but he fought it anyway. Cithru chuckled, amused at his venomous denouncement, and puny struggles. Patient hands batted aside Cam’s attempt to connect knuckles with Cithru’s face. Cithru flipped him, as if he weighed no more than the pillow beneath his head. Cam sputtered and tried to get to his knees, only to be pushed down again. The heavy warmth of Cithru’s well-muscled frame settled over his back.



“You want this, Cam.” Cam froze as he felt the hard column of Cithru’s erection slide over the swell of his buttocks. His heart hammered against his ribcage as he realized he was arching, rubbing his ass into Cithru’s groin like a hungry cat. His body was begging for penetration.



“No!”



“No?” Cithru lifted his hips away, allowing for cool air to rush over Cameron’s ass, raising goose flesh all over his body. Instantly he felt bereft, chilled. His mind clouded with panic.



“No!” He shouted. Don’t go!



Cithru clucked his tongue at Cam’s right ear, but settled his comforting weight back down on Cam. Only then did the panic recede. Cam sighed. “No stay? Or no, go, my Cam?” Cithru asked.



Cam bit his lip. Like he was going to beg a demon. It was sorcery and black magic that made him need in the first place. “Fuck you.” He bit out. His fingers curled into the soft coverlet beneath him. He would not beg. Not.



“Fuck? We’re getting to that.” Cithru said, with utter conviction. His hand slid beneath Cam’s belly urging him to lift while Cithru slid a pillow beneath his belly, elevating Cam’s ass into a more vulnerable position.



“Tell me, Cam,” Cithru said, and it was all Cam could do not to squirm when he felt the tip of Cithru’s cock sliding between the globes of his ass. “Has anyone ever fucked this delectable ass of yours?”



Cam blushed so hard the tips of his ears felt hot. He didn’t justify the blunt question with an answer. Cithru knew he hadn’t.



“Tell me!” The head of Cithru’s cock prodded Cam’s entrance. Cam jumped and tried to shrink away but there was nowhere to go. Cithru’s hand once again slid beneath his belly, fisting his cock in a possessive grip. Cam gasped as he felt lightning pleasure zing to his balls. At the same time, something moist and hot flickered over his virgin opening.



“No-no. All right?!” Cam cried, fighting the instinct to push back into the increasingly forceful prod. “Ahhhh! Fuck!” Cam shouted, as the moist probe suddenly breached the tight ring of muscle. A series of staccato like jabs of whatever probed his ass drove the pleasure deeper. Cam whimpered, as one moist jab came into contact with his prostate. “Please!” A sweet burn started to spread through his ass, as the ring of muscle guarding his rectum was breached over and over again.



The fist around his cock started to move, in slow, deliberate rhythm designed to maximize his pleasure but prolong his orgasm. Cithru’s thumb slid over his weeping slit spreading the moisture around the sensitive mushroom head. Cam was shaking so hard it was no wonder he didn’t shatter.



Say it, my Cam. Say that you belong to me. Cithru spoke in Cam’s head.



Cam shook his head, grinding his teeth so hard his jaw hurt. God, he wanted to say it so bad, anything to let him come. The pleasure blended with pain as the need to come became almost unbearable.



Cam.



The hand sped up, the force in his ass settled over his prostate stimulating it mercilessly. Even his belly burned with the need to come, he felt twisted up inside. Twisted up and hungry for the connection only Cithru could bring. Cam felt like he’d flat out die if Cithru didn’t enter him soon.



“Yes!” Cam finally blurted, on the inside he was quaking with fear, but outwardly his body was rocking, sending his cock into Cithru’s tight fist. Each time Cam rocked back he impaled himself on the wicked probe in his tight passage. “Yes, I’m yours,” he gasped. It felt like something within Cam shattered the second the words spilled out. Possibly it was a piece of his soul? But Cam had little time to dwell on this, as the teasing force against his prostate withdrew and his ass was suddenly filled with the burning length of Cithru’s thick cock.



Cam screamed, coming instantly, his body shuddering and bucking beneath Cithru as seed gushed out of him and onto the pillow beneath his belly. He didn’t care, not when Cithru started to move. Cithru’s hot breath tickled the shell of his ear as the demon pumped in and out of his ass with tireless precision, nailing his prostate on every thrust.



Cam clutched the bed and held on for dear life, riding the waves of pleasure. He forgot time, forgot where he was. All he could feel was Cithru’s heat, Cithru’s cock filling and stretching him and driving pleasure deep into his body like a spike.



Cithru said something in another language that Cam could not understand. It seemed as if he was chanting, and with each word Cam’s heart beat just a fraction faster, the air in his lungs felt much thicker, like he was breathing in a heavy fog. Pleasure sizzled and popped along his nerve endings, slamming Cam into a seemingly endless spiral of pain-pleasure. Then suddenly pain flared at his neck, and Cam realized Cithru had bit him. He opened his mouth to scream, but nothing came out. Dots swam before Cam’s vision and his cock started to spasm as he tried to come an impossible third time.



The mouth at his neck suckled hungrily, and he realized faintly that Cithru must be drinking his blood. Cam’s brain and body started to shut down, dragged to the edge of oblivion by a snowball of pleasure and pain. Before he succumbed to the darkness Cam remembered Cithru’s promise. I will have your blood.