Demonic Embrace

Author Note: I definitely meant to post a follow-up Orran x Ceos chapter before this nice piece of smut, but that fell by the wayside as I’m currently using a different comp than normal. Most of that Orr x Ceos chapter is done, but it’s hard to access with people around who don’t know that I’m writing gay Warcraft sex fics. Expect it fairly soon, just stay patient. If it wasn’t obvious, this chapter has sex. A fair deal of it, too.

Author’s Note Two: Sorry to disappoint should anyone have been expecting it, but no one’s going to be plundered by the Horde for now. Later…probably. But not at the moment. But I think this chapter makes a fair trade, don’t you?

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Dareum felt like collapsing. After reaching shore, he and Aezlek had quickly decided that running as fast as possible from their escort was a reasonable plan. The Horde party would likely not remain friendly for long, and placing distance between themselves and any nearby settlements was a priority anyway. They’d run along the beach near Senjin, hoping against all hope that no one followed them. Thankfully, no one did.

It had taken a few short swims as they hope from stretch of sand to stretch of sand, followed by a final, long swim to the edge of Ratchet. Aezlek glided through the physical labor easily, but Dareum sensed something a little off. The incubus was a little more sluggish than he had been before; Dareum supposed he was likely a bit tired. Dareum himself had more trouble with the running and swimming, finding both harder to do in a heavy robe (which Aezlek had managed to fetch for him before leaving the massacred-troll island). Reaching Ratchet’s border was a blessing, and that was were Dareum felt like falling to the ground and letting sleep take him. Too much had already happened that day. Aezlek practically pulled him along to their preferred inn.

The goblin owner knew the two on sight, as did a lot of people Dareum interacted with more than once. Not many young, human warlocks walked around with demons as strong (or as rare) as an incubus. Not much of anything had incubi for companions. Dareum was thankful for his minor fame; the goblin didn’t ask many questions, simply handing Aezlek a key and getting a ‘verbal contract’ that Dareum would pay when he was more coherent. The warlock muttered an agreement, which pleased the little goblin, who allowed the two to make their way upstairs. It was rough going, Aezlek carrying Dareum more than the human’s legs were supporting his body. At last, they came to the room and ducked inside. Aezlek let Dareum fall onto the bed. He groaned in protest.

“Ow….my whole body’s sore…” He whined, not really caring if Aezlek felt pity or not. Dareum just wanted to whine to see if he’d feel better. He did, but not by much. “Aezlek, can you help me?”

“Help you with what?” Aezlek panted, tuckered out from lugging the human about. Dareum was thin, skinnier than normal after trying to survive on island fruit, but he was still heavy. The incubi felt weaker, too, but pretended not to notice. Now was not the time to worry about that. Dareum hadn’t responded, eyes closed lightly. Aezlek spoke again, impatiently. “Help with what, Dareum?”

His master was asleep. Aezlek cursed. The demon looked around the room furiously, contemplating waking Dareum up just to yell at him. Eventually, he settled, sitting on the ground with knees drawn close to him. His wings unfurled and bent around his legs, creating a leathery cocoon. After a few minutes of watching Dareum’s rhythmic breathing, Aezlek began to close his eyes. Why was he so tired? He shouldn’t need sleep at all, right? Only darkness answered as it drifted over him.

When Dareum awoke a few hours later, he felt marginally better. Sitting up, he stretched and yawned as his eyes fell on a sleeping Aezlek. No, he couldn’t be sleeping. Aezlek only sat like that when he wanted to conserve energy…Dareum jumped off the bed quickly, rushing to Aezlek’s side.

“Or when he’s starving…gods, I forgot all about it.” Dareum shook Aezlek roughly and the demon stirred, eyes opening to look at him blearily. The orbs no longer glowed with their normal magnificent intensity. They’d dulled down to human luster, leaving virtually no glow at all. “Aezlek? Are you alright?”

“Yeah…I’m fine…” His voice betrayed him. He sounded hoarse and weak, almost sickly. Dareum didn’t believe him; Aezlek gave him a feeble smile. “I…I’m so hungry…”

“I’m so sorry, Aezlek. I didn’t mean to keep you here for so long. I let you go back to your plane and you can rest for awhi-“

“No, you can’t. If someone attacked you, I’d be your best defense. Would you really trust one of your other servants to protect you?”

“Aezlek, I’ll be fine. Any of them can guard me while you recuperate. Just let me un-summon you.” Dareum raised his hand, prompting Aezlek to bat it away.

“No. Just let me feed here. Please.” Aezlek was pleading, a surreal experience for Dareum. He only spoke so softly and meekly when he was hungry for something in particular. The demon was a child after candy, and Dareum knew his favorite. The warlock moved forward, and Aezlek lowered his wings to let him closer.

“Alright. I’ll feed you, Aezlek. That’s what you want, right?” The incubus nodded. Dareum scooted around to his front, kneeling between Aezlek’s slowly parting legs. The wings moved back around him, covering the warlock protectively. It was cute in a terrifying way; he was Aezlek’s until the demon decided otherwise. Dareum leaned his face closer to Aezlek, hovering his lips over his partner’s pale ones. “You’re sure? We don’t have to if-“

He was cut off again, Aezlek’s hand on the back of his head. The demon moved surprisingly fast for being nearly starved, the prospect of food flooding him with energy. The clawed hand was clenching Dareum’s black hair, forcing the human’s mouth to the demon’s own. Dareum hesitated in shock, unable to resist Aezlek forcing him open, darting an expert tongue into his mouth. Then the human relaxed, fighting back with his own. He felt more than heard Aezlek moaning into his mouth.

Aezlek’s other hand trailed down to Dareum’s waist, grabbing the fabric of his robe there and pulling him closer. Dareum pulled back momentarily to situate his legs, placing one on either side of Aezlek’s hips, before sitting in the demon’s lap. The incubus pressed into him, and Dareum could feel Aezlek’s sex beneath him. They broke their attention on one another long enough to cooperate in removing Dareum’s clothes. The warlock cast his robe aside mere seconds before Aezlek simply tore the human’s shirt from his chest.

“Wow, you’re not normally this aggressive.” Dareum teased against his better judgment, knowing that Aezlek wouldn’t appreciate it in his current state. He wasn’t surprised when he was forced into a hard, bruising kiss from Aezlek’s passion and anger. Aezlek’s hands wandered over his back, which Dareum arched in response to the cold touch. The demon released Dareum’s mouth long enough to hiss into his master’s ear.

“You talk too much.” Aezlek pushed Dareum back gently until the human put his hands behind him to prop himself up. The demon set to work on Dareum’s pants, undoing a simple belt with ease and then quickly pulling as much of the cloth away as possible. Dareum pulled his legs out one at a time and waited for Aezlek to toss the cloth aside before returning to his partner’s lap. Aezlek was looking at Dareum’s nude form with animalistic desire burning in his partially restored eyes.

Dareum put his arms lightly over Aezlek’s shoulders, draping them across the incubus’s taut back. The human ground against Aezlek’s still clothed crotch gently, watching Aezlek’s eyes wrench shut in mixed parts of pleasure and despair. His hard on was straining against the black leather, desperately seeking solace within Dareum. Aezlek lay back against the wall with stiff motions, letting Dareum set to work rubbing his chest gently.

Bending his head, Dareum traced a circle around Aezlek’s right nipple with his tongue. Aezlek’s chest pushed forward to meet him, forcing Dareum’s lips to touch his skin. Dareum obliged, sucking at the hardening nub, alternating between light licks and nibbles. Aezlek shuddered, always amazed at Dareum’s skill. The warlock knew what he was doing. Aezlek bucked his hips as best he could, whining when he accomplished little more than jostling Dareum.

“Stop fucking teasing me and get on with it.” Aezlek growled, drawing quiet chuckles from his tormentor. Without further orders, Dareum removed his mouth from Aezlek’s chest and slid his hands to grasp the tops of Aezlek’s shorts. He paused, lifting himself off of Aezlek and setting himself down on the floor. Playing with Aezlek a little longer would probably infuriate the demon, but things would be that much more enjoyable later. He tugged at the leather, pulling the shorts down to Aezlek’s ankles. Aezlek’s pale phallus rose up in moments, twitching in anticipation. Dareum brushed a finger against its underside; Aezlek hissed. “What did I just say?”

“Yeah, yeah. Hold your sexual horses for a few minutes, okay?” The warlock reached up and kissed the demon, letting Aezlek probe with his tongue for several seconds before breaking the bond. Dareum repositioned himself to kneeling, mouth hovering above Aezlek’s erect sex. His tongue darted out, dragging across the swollen glans. Aezlek whimpered.

“What the fuck did I just-aaah!” Aezlek was interrupted by Dareum pushing himself onto the demon, letting the entire rod slide into him. The human moved his head rhythmically until Aezlek began to thrust, at which point he used his hands to hold the incubus’s hips down. Dareum’s tongue snaked around Aezlek’s shaft, wetting him with warm laps. He could taste Aezlek leaking lubricant into him, taking a moment to whisk the drops away with his tongue. Aezlek was moaning hotly. Dareum stopped pleasuring the demon to speak.

“Think it’s wet enough yet? I don’t really want to hurt myself. What do you think?”

“Don’t fucking stop, you bastard!” Aezlek’s hands went to Dareum’s head to force him back down, but he didn’t go through with it. Dareum’s hands had locked around his wrists, keeping the demon at bay awhile longer. Nevertheless, the human wrapped his mouth around the pale cock below him, trying to soak it even more. He left as much of Aezlek’s precum alone as he could, fighting the urge to taste it. When Aezlek was nicely slicked, Dareum rose and shifted quickly.

When Aezlek saw what was going on, his hands broke from Dareum’s grasp to hold on to the human’s hips. Dareum was sitting in his demon’s lap again, this time with both of them nude and the demon sporting an angry erection itching for something to bury itself in. The warlock rested with the tip of Aezlek placed at his entrance, savoring the feeling of anticipation. Aezlek couldn’t resist any longer, forcing Dareum down the rest of the way. His cock pushed in fairly easily, but Dareum couldn’t contain a cry of surprise that relaxed when he was all the way down.

Aezlek, retaking control, leaned forward and nuzzled against Dareum’s soft neck. Dareum felt the loving contact and could predict what would happen next. Sure enough, Aezlek’s warm tongue was dragging across the base of his neck near his collarbone. He felt Aezlek’s tongue withdraw and his teeth clamp down slowly, puncturing Dareum with pearly fangs. There was pain and Dareum shifted uncomfortably until Aezlek’s jaw released him and his tongue licked tenderly at the wound. It really wasn’t all that strange that a sex demon was full of kink. Aezlek was being rather tame for how much lust he had to contain. Dareum let Aezlek’s name escape his lips as he tried to concentrate on the cylinder of heat filling him up and stretching him out.

This only urged Aezlek on. The demon lifted Dareum by a couple inches, enjoying the stimulation that resulted. He pushed Dareum back down and his companion let out a gasp. The entire head of his penis had brushed and pressed against a particular spot that Dareum found quite nice. When Aezlek thrust again, Dareum pushed back until Aezlek’s hands kept him from moving.

“No, no. You tried to tease me, so you lost all your control rights. I’m going to fuck you senseless without you able to do anything. Got that?” Aezlek whispered in Dareum’s ear, letting his lips trail down the structure until they found his earlobe. He gripped it with his teeth and tugged until Dareum gasped again, quietly begging to be released. Aezlek held it a little longer before giving in, eyes lingering on the pink marks his teeth had left. The demon started to push Dareum off of his member. The warlock shivered as it left him, feeling it burn a bit but mostly leaving him empty.

Once Dareum was off of him, Aezlek used his hands to guide the human into turning around. It would have been hard to ‘fuck him senseless’ in the previous position, but the new one would make it much easier. Dareum was on hands and knees, facing away from Aezlek and waiting to have the demon inside of him again. He wanted it as much as Aezlek did, now. Aezlek crept forward and licked the back of Dareum’s neck, lifting his tongue to ruffle through the warlock’s black hair with his nose, drinking in Dareum’s scent. He readied himself, thrusting in while biting a clump of Dareum’s hair and pulling back roughly.

Dareum yelled in pleasure and pain, head bending back to relieve the strain drilling into his skull. Aezlek moved back in time, keeping the pressure constant as he started to work Dareum deeply. The demon moved in long, smooth thrusts that were lost under the greater pain Dareum was experiencing. Dareum instinctually tried to move back against Aezlek, crying out again when Aezlek’s shoulder hit him sharply against the back. The human’s arms buckled and his front fell to the ground, held by Aezlek’s arm. Still, the demon pulled at his hair, being marginally gentler now that Dareum was forced to completely submit. Dareum’s pain was being washed away by the pleasure filling him. Aezlek’s rough handling was only making things more intense.

Aezlek sped and slowed erratically, sometimes hard and sometimes gentle. The length of the strokes varied from almost complete to short jerks. A few times, he pulled all the way out and then pushed himself all the way back in, speeding up each time he did so. He could still feel Dareum try to take more, but the arm practically holding him by the necks was keeping the human’s attempts at bay. Tauntingly, he pressed his sharp thumb nail into Dareum’s shoulder until a thin line of blood appeared. Dareum fidgeted and whined.

“Aezlek, please…” To Dareum’s horror, Aezlek stopped moving, remaining perfectly still. The thrusts stopped; even though Aezlek was still inside, merely sitting there wasn’t going to bring Dareum any further to sweet release. He moaned, almost crying. “Aezlek, please, fuck me. I’m sorry for teasing you, just fuck me.”

“Hmm, I can’t really say ‘no’ when you ask like that. You’re just damn hot when you’re reduced to begging. You really hate someone else in charge, don’t you?” Aezlek kissed the shoulder he had scratched, tasting the iron in Dareum’s blood. His head pulled away so he could grin down sadistically at Dareum, who couldn’t see his expression. “Whatever. I think I’ll be fine for awhile, so I’ll just pull out and-“

“No! Aezlek, I need you to keep going! For the love of the gods, I need this. Please, don’t just leave me so…unfulfilled.” Dareum pleaded again, unaware of Aezlek’s smile and taking the demon’s threat seriously. He couldn’t stop now, not when he knew they were both so close. Aezlek couldn’t be so cruel to him, his master. The warlock sighed in relief and ecstasy when he felt Aezlek sliding within him again.

“Because you asked so nicely, I guess I can do this for you. You owe me for later, though.” Aezlek pounded Dareum, accelerating and increasing the force with each individual push. He slammed into the human, reducing Dareum close to tears as he vocalized his pleasure. Aezlek’s hand not holding Dareum by the back traced down the warlock’s lithe body, blindly finding its goal. He took Dareum’s manhood in the hand and stroked it in time with his increasingly wild thrusts. Dareum was squirming in his hand, always longing for more. Aezlek gave it to him, losing concentration enough to let Dareum begin to buck as he willed.

It didn’t take long. Dareum’s noises became louder and more passionate, he spoke Aezlek’s name often, but other words were incoherent as they dripped from his mouth. Aezlek felt the erection in his hand stiffen and shake, something surging through it. It suddenly convulsed, and Dareum along with it, firing great bursts of white onto the floor, getting some on Aezlek’s fingers in the process. As he came, Dareum’s back arched and his ass tightened, squeezing Aezlek within him.

The combination was enough to set off Aezlek’s own orgasm. He grimaced as searing, white electricity coursed through him. His body shivered, every muscle tensing in unison as he tried to keep it together, panting as climax drew closer. Both of his wings extended fully and his eyes wrenched shut. Energy flooded into him from Dareum’s body, and Aezlek’s seed subsequently pumped back into Dareum. He reached his peak and groaned in sublime release, continuing to thrust on instinct as he filled his master.

When it was all over, Aezlek slumped on top of Dareum, allowing the warlock to slid forward and lie on the floor. Consequently, his stomach touched the mess of his sperm, but Dareum was far too tired to care. He put his head down and found the darkness oddly enticing, beckoning to him. This was made even more promising by Aezlek’s arms wrapping protectively around him as the demon lay on top of him, slowly softening deep within Dareum. Before the warlock slept, he felt Aezlek nuzzled against him again, kiss his neck, and then place his head neck to the human’s.

“Dareum?”

“Mmm?”

“I love you.”

“I know.” Dareum chuckled quietly as Aezlek did the same, voice fading away as unconsciousness took him.