Binding Santos (2 page)

Breaking the kiss, Tyron dropped to his knees and reached for the button on the demon's pants. He glanced up, asking permission with his eyes. Santos's smile turned feral, and he dropped his hands to Tyron's shoulders, squeezing gently. Easing open the button of Santos's jeans, he reached in and pulled out the large piece of meat he'd been massaging with his tail.

The demon's cock jumped in his hands. He wrapped his fingers tightly around Santos's hard-as-nails dick, stroking slowly, learning his mate's length and girth. Ten inches of glorious, thick, heavily veined flesh filled his hand. He could barely get his fingers all the way around it. His asshole fluttered as he anticipated having the demon's massive length buried inside him. Desire filled him with excitement, but first, he needed to taste the demon.

He moved his head forward and slid his tongue from root to tip, enjoying the smooth skin and salty sweat of the creature in front of him. Reaching the broad flat head, engorged with blood, Tyron slid his tongue into the slit and pulled a large drop of pre-cum into his mouth. He heard Santos's grunt of pleasure just as Tyron moaned his enjoyment at the spicy, tangy taste of his mate.

Unable to hold back any longer, Tyron wrapped his lips around Santos's red-skinned shaft and slid all the way down, carefully twisting his head to keep his horns out of the way. He had to open his throat to take all of the demon's length, and he silently thanked eighty-seven years of practice. Caressing the throbbing vein running the underside of Santos's cock, he sucked hard as he drew his head back up.

"Tyron!"

Santos growled his name, making Tyron smile. Santos grabbed two of his horns and pleasure exploded through Tyron's system. The tingles went straight to his cock, making his rock hard shaft twitch and jerk in his cargo shorts as beads of pre-cum soaked his boxers. It wasn't often he found a partner willing to touch his horns, but, oh, the sensations it caused was well worth the search. To have Santos do it, without asking, fulfilled a deep longing inside Tyron that he didn't even know he'd had.

Santos used his grip on Tyron's horns to tilt his head up, allowing the demon's red eyed gaze to stare down at him as he held him steady. His mate started thrusting his red dick in and out of Tyron's mouth, lust clearly written on Santos's face as he used Tyron's mouth for his pleasure. Tyron opened his throat and took everything Santos threw at him. He sucked hard on the thick cock filling his mouth, sliding his tongue along the throbbing vein and dipping the tip of his tongue into the slit whenever he could. He was never disappointed, always able to pull a large dollop of cream from the demon.

Santos's breathing increased, along with the speed of his thrusts. The demon began caressing the horns in his hands, sliding his palms from root to tip and back again as he thrust his hips in counterpoint. The sensations sent jolts of pure pleasure through Tyron's system, centering in his cock, and he thought he'd explode right then. He gripped Santos's hip tightly for purchase with one hand and quickly scrabbled with the button and zipper of his slacks with the other. He barely managed to get them open, freeing his straining erection from his pants and boxers when, without warning, Santos threw his head back and roared. As a stream of tangy cum hit the back of Tyron's throat, Santos squeezed the horns he held. The grip transferred straight to his shaft and the head of his cock exploded, streams of seed bursting from his dick.

Tyron happily swallowed down everything Santos gave him as waves of ecstasy flowed through him in time with the pulses thrumming through his shaft. As he licked Santos's dick clean, he felt soft caresses on his horns, sending shivers down his spine. His cock jerked, sending one more stream onto the floor in front of him.

Santos pulled his semi-hard cock from Tyron's mouth and released his horns. He couldn't help it. He mewled at the loss. He loved his mate's hands on his horns and couldn't wait to feel them on his dick. Santos grinned, showing off sharper than normal teeth, and pulled Tyron to his feet. He slanted his lips over Tyron's mouth in a brutal, claiming kiss, sliding his tongue deep into Tyron's mouth, just as he'd done with his cock seconds before.

"Mmmm, I taste good on you," Santos murmured, breaking the kiss. "Come with me."

Seconds later, Tyron found himself in a large, airy bedroom. Floor to ceiling windows lined one wall, spilling bright sunlight into every corner of the room. The light revealed a dark mahogany bed draped in deep red quilts and pillows. A matching dresser and pair of nightstands completed the furniture, giving it a dark, masculine feel.

"There's something about fucking out in the open I just can't resist," the demon crooned, drawing Tyron toward the windows.

He allowed Santos to position him against the glass, facing the wide blue sky and shorter condo buildings. With Tyron's hands splayed on the glass, Santos stood behind him and wrapped his arms around Tyron, unbuttoning his shirt with quick, sure movements. Seconds later, Santos maneuvered his shirt from him, revealing a slender, hairless, pale green chest. His pants were removed next, leaving him naked in front of the window.

"I told you I'm a bit of an exhibitionist," Santos whispered in his ear, sending a shiver through him as goose bumps rose on his leathery skin. Soft caresses drifted down his spine, around his hips, and down the crease of his groin. Tyron's cock jumped, desperate for touch, but Santos ignored it. Instead he cupped and rolled Tyron's balls in one hand while the other traced the ridges of Tyron's six pack. "The idea of someone watching me take you excites me almost as much as seeing you splayed out against my window, waiting for my shaft to split you wide open."

Santos's words had Tyron's cock thickening further, and he knew if he looked down, he'd see himself standing at the ready again, a pearl of pre-cum glistening on his head. Instead he kept his gaze focused on the image reflected in the window. He shifted his stance wider and thrust his ass out, searching for contact behind him. He wasn't disappointed. Tyron felt the head of Santos's shaft rub along his crack.

"You like that idea, don't you, gargoyle?" Santos hissed, rubbing his cock more firmly against Tyron. Like him, the demon's dick was already standing hard and ready for round two, leaking pre-cum along the small of his back and into the crack of his ass.

"Yes," Tyron groaned, rocking his hips backward, encouraging Santos's touches. "I want you to take me here, now, where anyone could see." And he did. He couldn't think of anything better than showing everyone who cared to watch that he was Santos's mate, even if the demon didn't realize it yet.

"Good. Brace yourself," the demon ordered.

Tyron obeyed. He heard Santos spit into his palm, and then felt the blunt head of the demon's cock at his entrance. He pushed out as Santos pushed in, and the head of that massive shaft popped into his ass. But Santos didn't stop. The demon continued to thrust forward, slow and steady, forcing his way further and further into Tyron's rectum. Tyron relished the burn, loved the feeling of his mate taking him hard and forceful. He canted his hips, allowing Santos to push a little bit deeper, fill him up just a little bit more. He couldn't remember anything feeling so good.

The weight of the demon behind him pressed him against the warm glass in front of him, and Tyron's dick smeared copious amount of pre-cum on the glass. Once finally seated, the demon stopped, pinning him there, making him wait. He could feel the demon plastered along his back and legs as he locked him in place with his body and dick. He started tiny shallow thrusts. The slight, glancing blows along his prostate making him tremble underneath the demon.

"Oh, yes, gargoyle. This is how I like you. Spread out so the world can see what a slut you are for me. Your hard cock, tall and thick, pressed against the glass. Your body trembling as I bury my dick in you and take my pleasure. You wait for me to give you what you need. I am in control and can do what I want with you."

The demon's commanding voice sent pleasure, need, and contentment in equal measure cascading through Tyron. "Yesss," he hissed, his head twisted awkwardly to the side to accommodate the demon's heavy body pressing behind him, the unyielding glass in front of him, and his horns. "I am yours to do with as you will," he said, knowing his words were more true than the demon realized. After today, he'd want no other and could only pray Santos would feel the same.

The demon's hands caressed his sides, then slid down to caress his ass, pulling his cheeks apart to give Santos the ability to plunge his ever increasing strokes deeper. Santos's hot breath caressed his cheek, then the back of his neck. Those talented lips latched onto his nape, pulling up a mark.

Joy filled Tyron that Santos wanted to mark him. It might not be a bite, but it was something. His cock pulsed at the feelings rocking through his body, and he knew he wasn't long in coming, feeling amazed that he could get off so easily with his mate. And then Santos lifted one hand to Tyron's temple, his fingertips teasing where his horns met skull. It was too much. His body started vibrating as Tyron fought for control.

"Come for me, Tyron," Santos ordered, barely lifting his lips from where they continued to suck, sending tendrils of pleasure down his spine to his balls, making them draw ever tighter to his body.

Tyron roared as his orgasm pulsed through him. His canines lengthened further, and he twisted in Santos's grip. Finding the demon's neck, he struck, sinking his teeth deeply into his mate. Santos threw his head back and howled his own release. As Tyron drank Santos's blood, he felt the demon's cock pulse even larger as hot cum splashed inside him, filling his hole.

He released his mate's neck, licking the bite clean. He leaned his head on the glass and smiled, letting the waves of pleasure from his orgasm carry him for several minutes.

"Holy fuck," he heard Santos whisper against his neck.

"Definitely," he replied, loving that he'd blown the centuries old demon away.

Seconds later, he felt his mate's shaft slide from his body. Then the demon turned him around and claimed Tyron's mouth in a mind-numbing kiss. When he broke it, both of them were breathing heavy again, and Tyron could feel his cock making a valiant effort to ready for another round.

Santos chuckled and shook his head. "Rest first," he said, pulling Tyron toward the bed. "Lay down." He eased under the covers and watched Santos cross to a bathroom. The demon came back a moment later with a warm, damp cloth. He waved Tyron's hand away and proceeded to gently go about the intimate act of cleaning the gargoyle himself. After tossing the cloth onto the floor, he crawled into bed and spooned up behind Tyron.

Tyron settled against his mate, a sigh of contentment leaving him before sleep claimed him.

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Santos slowly swam to wakefulness, enjoying the heat of the body draped over his chest. Cracking an eye, he stared down at Tyron, and a smile curved his lips. He couldn't remember the last time he'd experienced such mind-numbing back to back orgasms, or when he'd invited his fuck into his bed. But the way the gargoyle greedily took his cock, both in his mouth and in his ass, had tingles moving down Santos's spine at the mere thought of taking Tyron again. He felt his cock bob against his stomach, as if waving in hearty agreement.

Grinning, he eased the sleeping gargoyle all the way onto his chest, shifting Tyron's legs to straddle his waist. The head of his weeping cock slid between Tyron's legs and along the crack of his ass, making Santos hiss in pleasure. Tyron still didn't wake. Damn, the gargoyle slept like a rock. But Santos would make sure he didn't sleep through what he had in mind.

Reaching under his pillow, Santos found his well-used bottle of lube and squirted a generous amount onto his fingers. He'd started sleeping with it under his pillow after that damn kiss at the BBQ, and Santos planned to take advantage of Tyron's hot little body for as long as their bargain held out. The thought of Tyron leaving his bed, no matter how inevitable, saddened the demon, though why he couldn't explain. He'd tire of Tyron soon, just like he did all his play-things.

Dismissing the irrelevant thoughts, Santos slid a hand down Tyron's leathery back, enjoying the texture of the gargoyle's hide. He settled the lubed fingers at Tyron's entrance, smearing the slick along the puckered hole he wanted into. Taking him dry twice in one day was just cruel, no matter what species he was.

When he slid a finger inside Tyron's ass, Santos's cock jumped, clearly eager to explore that place again. He felt a drop of pre-cum slide down his cockhead, the sensation sending minute tremors through his limbs, settling in his balls. Seconds later, he added a second finger to Tyron's hole. Crooking his fingers, he searched for the small gargoyle's pleasure gland. He knew he'd found it when the creature lying on top of him moaned softly and rocked back into his fingers, mindlessly seeking more, even in sleep. Santos gave it to him, allowing Tyron to fuck himself on his fingers for several minutes.

Finally, lust glazed, deep blue eyes opened to stare down at him. Tyron's breathing had increased, but he didn't stop rocking shamelessly, taking the pleasure Santos offered him. He smiled, showing off his canines, right before adding a third finger to Tyron's ass. The gargoyle took it, rocking more firmly, picking up speed. The leaking shaft trapped between their bodies told Santos that Tyron sought release, but he had no intention of letting the gargoyle get it until his own cock was buried balls deep in that tight little ass.

When he removed his fingers, Tyron moaned in dismay, but he didn't stay empty long. Santos gripped the gargoyle's hips, shifted his cock, and shoved his way inside. Tyron's eyes slid shut, his features pulling taught in pleasure, as semen warmed the skin between them. A long, low moan vibrated out of Tyron's chest as he trembled above him.