“So, I’m not doing anything until you tell me what you want. This is your fantasy, stud, but you have to tell me what to do. And I’ll do anything. I can make it all real – your most romantic dreams, your most depraved desires. I’m yours to command.”

Kyle’s pulse started to race when he thought of the demon actually doing as he was told for a change. “Fine. Maybe let’s start with the first one.”

“Of course. Now then, what are your orders, Master?” With the right tone, Ryka could make that word a curse. This time, though, he purred it, and Kyle felt a thrill.

Enticing as those words were, Kyle found all he could do was stare. Something about them being separate was overwhelming. He had long forgotten the feeling of being alone in his own body, but here they were. Deep down, he was aware this was all some sort of illusion, but he could feel the texture of the sheets, the mattress against his back, and Ryka’s weight on him. And Ryka, just being able to see him ….

Kyle hadn’t known what to expect; he had only ever known pre-parasite Ryka as an imp. The demon’s features were a little sharper, his muscular frame a little taller and leaner than Kyle’s. A quick peek in the mirror - over his dresser just as it should be - showed that his body was as well, much more like it had been prior to his possession.

But aside from that – and maybe the slightly pointed ears – he didn’t look as different as Kyle had thought he would. Kyle could feel his own hair was shorter - no more tickling on the back of his neck - but Ryka’s still hung down to his chin in messy waves.

Some of the changes Ryka had made to their shared body felt like they had stuck, however. Already, his groin was tingling as Ryka teased himself with Kyle’s cock. Adolescent wishing had never been able to grant him what Ryka had the night they’d made their contract.

As though to confirm Kyle’s suspicions, Ryka lifted himself up long enough to throw the sheets aside, allowing Kyle the briefest glance of his own hard-on before Ryka reclaimed his spot. No, he certainly wasn’t going to complain, not with that between his legs.

There was one notable change, however; here, Kyle couldn’t see Hell in the demon’s eyes. A fire still burned, but a completely different kind. And Kyle could feel the lingering heat, trails left in the wake as Ryka’s roving gaze. He was doing his own fair share of gawking, fully appreciating his partner’s perfect physique - Ryka was built like a god, and Kyle had never been so ready to worship something. One thing in particular, maybe - Ryka was already fully erect, stroking himself while he admired his host.

“This is unreal,” Kyle breathed. He caught Ryka’s smirk before returning his attention to the demon’s very tempting boner.

“Not entirely. It feels real, right?” Kyle only managed a small nod before Ryka abandoned his task and reached down to grab his hands. Fingers intertwined, he pulled Kyle up to sit. “But maybe you should feel for yourself.” Ryka kissed Kyle’s palms before resting them on his own shoulders. “So go on. Feel.”

Kyle briefly recalled he was supposed to be the one giving orders, but found he didn’t want to argue. “How?” was all he could manage as he reached up, cupping Ryka’s face. Fever-hot skin burned under his hands. “I am asleep, right?”

“Mm hmm. I can still hear you,” Ryka told him, tapping his temple with a clawed finger, “But I won’t be listening that much. Let’s talk about it later, though. I want your hands on me. Please, Master, I beg you. Don’t stop.” To hear Ryka huff out those last words, tinged with desperation, made Kyle’s cock twitch. Not helping his self control was noticing that Ryka was back to sliding his closed fist slowly up and down his dick, already slick with precum.

“Since you asked nicely.” This as he ran fingers through Ryka’s hair, down the back of his neck to the bases of his wings, and out along the soft, black membrane as far as he could reach. Heat bled from them, and up close, Kyle could see the myriad blood vessels that supplied the membrane. Ryka obligingly opened his wings, letting Kyle explore. Though he nearly snapped them closed again when Kyle started tracing the veins, pads of his fingers skimming lightly over the surface. “Ticklish?” Kyle teased, flattening his hands back out. That stopped the quaking.

Ryka didn’t reply, which itself was answer enough, and Kyle stored that tidbit away for later. He resumed his study, finally returning his hands to Ryka’s back. He shuddered, moaning, as Kyle traced down his spine.

“Are you going to cum, dear?”

“May I?” Kyle hadn’t expected his question to be answered with another, but was more than a little turned on by the level of control Ryka was willing to give him.

Feeling devious, Kyle answered, “Not yet. And touch me, too.”

“Yes, Master.” Ryka did, mirroring his host - only touching Kyle where Kyle touched him. So Kyle kept exploring, teasing Ryka with lightly trailing fingertips while Ryka did the same to him. “You’re cruel, stud,” Ryka whimpered, trying to shift so that Kyle’s wandering hands found his cock.

“I’ve learned from the best,” Kyle returned, pulling his hands away entirely.

At that, Ryka grinned, sticking out his tongue. His long, deeply forked tongue, Kyle noted with raised eyebrows. His sudden intrusive fantasies must have been too much for Ryka to ignore. “Wanna find out what I can do with it?”

Kyle nodded. “Kiss me.”

With a predatory gleam in his eyes, Ryka shoved Kyle backward, falling down with him, and did as he was told. This certainly didn’t feel like a dream, Kyle thought. Ryka’s hot mouth, the hair falling on his cheeks and forehead, and a warm hand on the side of his neck all felt even better than he had imagined. And the kiss ….

Never stop, he thought. He felt Ryka grin. Bastard, he added, just to hear the throaty chuckle that followed. Ryka tried to back away, probably just to make himself more comfortable, something Kyle realized too late, having already grabbed him by both horns to keep him close. They were rougher than he’d expected, and almost cool to the touch. The only place that inner fine didn’t burn.

When their lips finally parted, Ryka kept his forehead pressed against Kyle’s. “Worth the wait,” the demon purred, and Kyle felt the rumbling in his own chest. “More?”

“More.”

Ryka eagerly obeyed, sprawling out on top of Kyle. He was almost uncomfortably warm, but Kyle held him close all the same. He never wanted to let go. To be able to feel him, to do all the things he could only fantasize about awake. Ryka whined when Kyle pulled away, at least until Kyle was sucking on his lower lip, his neck, behind his ears. Then Kyle found himself practically smothered, Ryka panting into his shoulder and grinding down on him, leaving sticky trails along Kyle’s thigh, hip and stomach.

Kyle kissed him again, wrapping his legs around Ryka, heels digging into his low back. With some embarrassment, he realized he was moaning between kisses.

“What else can I do for you, Master?” The question was growled into Kyle’s neck.

“Well ….” He wanted everything from Ryka. Did he really have to make a decision?

“Please, Master, tell me,” Ryka begged. He tilted his head to hungrily eye his host, and Kyle made up his mind.

“Blow me.”

Eyes blazing, Ryka nodded. “With pleasure.” He put his tongue to good use, licking along Kyle’s jawline and down his tender throat before kissing his way to Kyle’s chest, reveling in the sound of his pounding heart. Eager as he was, Ryka was also quite willing to linger, teasing Kyle’s nipple with his tongue and being rewarded with skipped beats. Kyle didn’t need to ask – before he’d even opened his mouth, Ryka was sucking away and reaching up to pinch and twist the other.

Just as Ryka could feel Kyle’s galloping heartbeat, Kyle could feel the rumble of the demon’s purr. It was somehow both soothing and arousing, and he arched his back, pressing into Ryka’s chest to feel it more. Which only increased its speed and intensity. Between that and the gentle tormenting of his nipples, Kyle nearly reached his limit. Gasping, he pushed Ryka away.

“Too much?”

“Too soon,” Kyle admitted, taking a few deep breaths to calm himself.

“No such thing.”

“But -”

“You wanted to know what it’s like to have my stamina, right?” Kyle nodded dumbly. “Well, this is my fantasy, too, stud. And I want to make you cum all night. Over and over, until you beg me to stop.”

“Oh.” Even with that assurance, Kyle still wanted to put off orgasm just a little longer. “But … I haven’t gotten what I asked for yet.”

“You’re right. Sorry, Master.” With that, Ryka resumed working his way down Kyle’s chest and stomach, Kyle writhing under him the entire way. “I’ve wanted to taste this for so long,” Ryka purred, kissing the tip of Kyle’s cock. He was already dripping precum, and Ryka lapped it up before swathing the girth of Kyle’s shaft with his tongue.

“Holy fuck,” Kyle breathed, only just realizing he had a white-knuckled grip on handfuls of bedsheet. He could feel Ryka smile around him, and the demon’s tongue began an even more thorough investigation. Biting his bottom lip, Kyle leaned his head back and closed his eyes. It took every available ounce of willpower not to start calling out names that would transport him instantly from pleasure to pain.

Kyle gave up his hold on the sheets and started caressing Ryka’s horns. The loud purring that followed pushed him one step closer to the edge. “I’m not going to make it much longer, dear.”

This didn’t deter Ryka, who only worked harder, flicking his tongue over the swollen head of Kyle’s dick. Unable to stop himself, Kyle started thrusting, and Ryka eagerly swallowed him. The purr crescendoed into a growl as Kyle felt himself hitting the back of Ryka’s throat. The purr had been a subtle sensation; this was like having a vibrator wrapped around him. And it was just too much.

“Oh, wow. Fuck. Ryka!” As he let go, he pulled Ryka’s head down farther, wincing a little when the demon let out a sharp hiss. Experience had taught Kyle the subtle difference in the sound between Ryka’s anger and pleasure, and now there was no mistaking it. Nevermind that Ryka’s throat was still tight around him, milking him for more. The growling didn’t let up, and trembling, Kyle released again.

Panting, he rested his hands on his stomach. Ryka - apparently satisfied - sat up, swallowed and licked his lips. “See, you’re still hard.” Just in case Kyle hadn’t noticed, Ryka gave him a quick squeeze, and Kyle moaned. “And I’m still hungry. Now what, stud?”

“Let me do you now.”

“Are you sure?” Ryka asked, idly stroking himself. Some part of Kyle’s brain had registered that he’d been doing so the entire time he’d been servicing Kyle, and Kyle thought he was starting to look uncomfortable. After all, he hadn’t given permission for Ryka to finish yet.

“Seriously? Are you going to listen to me or not?”

“I will.”

“Then get over here and let me blow you.” Things that would have embarrassed Kyle to say when he was awake didn’t faze him at all here, where it was only the two of them. It surprised him how comfortable he felt.

“Yes, Master.”

Ryka settled himself against the headboard, wings folded behind him as best he could manage. Although his limbs felt like jelly, Kyle managed to prop himself up and roll onto his stomach between Ryka’s legs.

“Can’t beat the view,” Ryka remarked, combing fingers through Kyle’s hair. Kyle feigned an annoyed sigh, but there was want in his eyes when he looked up through his lashes.

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He placed a few gentle kisses on the insides of Ryka’s thighs before doing the same along the length of his cock. His tongue may not have been built for this as much as the demon’s, but he used it to the best of his ability, lightly tracing his way from base to tip, teasing Ryka until he started to whimper.

Unlike Ryka, Kyle possessed a gag reflex, and a very sensitive one at that, but he took as much of Ryka into his mouth as he could, and the demon didn’t seem to have any complaints. Quite the opposite, in fact, with Ryka making encouraging noises when Kyle began sucking in earnest, cheeks hollowed out and head bobbing.

He jumped a little, feeling claws skimming down his scalp and brushing the nape of his neck. And pulled off and sat bolt upright when he felt them break skin. “Careful, please.” He tried to place a hand over the wound, but Ryka grabbed his wrist.

“Sorry, Master.” Looking honestly apologetic, he leaned forward and licked off the blood trailing down Kyle’s shoulders. “Oh, that tastes good, too.” This with a low growl, and Kyle felt the drag of sharp teeth along his shoulder.

“And you’re going to be careful with those teeth, too, right?”

“Only if you want me to,” Ryka replied, showing off a wolfish grin. Kyle thought maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if he wasn’t. “But you should’ve been more worried about that a few minutes ago.”

“I wasn’t thinking clearly, I guess.”

“If you are now, that’s a problem.”

“Fix it,” Kyle ordered with a smirk.

Ryka’s tongue was halfway down his throat in an instant, and his encountered those dangerously sharp teeth. As promised, Ryka was very careful. Though he still felt claws grazing his back and shoulders. But he supposed he was digging his nails in, too.

Slowly, Ryka leaned forward, pushing Kyle onto his back again. “Hey, you didn’t let me finish.” It was difficult to get that much out with Ryka’s lips on his.

“I’m good for now.”

“But -”

“I promise,” Ryka assured him, kissing Kyle’s forehead. “I’ll feel better with your dick inside me, but I’m fine. And there’s no hurry.”

“Okay ….” Kyle didn’t quite believe him, but Ryka cut off any potential comments with another long kiss, and Kyle looped an arm around Ryka’s neck.

He squeezed his free hand between himself and Ryka, trying to stroke them both off and thoroughly enjoying the soft friction of Ryka’s cock rubbing against his own. With his purring now coming so loud and fast that it was escalating in pitch, Ryka pressed his body even closer to Kyle’s. They were both dripping, hovering on the edge of completion. Though as always, Ryka was so wet it was nearly impossible to tell whether or not he’d already finished. “Did you cum?” Kyle managed, refusing to part his lips from Ryka’s.

Which left him feeling disappointed when Ryka sat up, kneeling over his stomach. “No. You didn’t give me permission yet. But I’m ready for whatever you want to do to me.” To prove his point, he grabbed one of Kyle’s hands and placed it on his ass. “Feel for yourself.”

An invitation Kyle certainly wasn’t going to refuse. He didn’t hesitate to start opening Ryka up, nudging one finger inside after circling his rim. It went in without resistance, and when Kyle pulled it out, a strand of clear, viscous fluid came with it. “Wow. I guess so.” Ryka whimpered, and Kyle looked up to see the demon with his eyes closed and head thrown back. “Should I keep going?”

“Yes, please, Master.”

Kyle was about to, then had a better idea. “Actually … come here.” He expected Ryka to argue, but he remained delightfully obedient, settling himself next to Kyle and waiting for his next command. Leaning back against the headboard and stretching his legs out in front of him, Kyle ordered, “Turn around.”

Ryka did as he was told, setting himself up on all fours, in easy reach of Kyle’s face, with his tail wrapped around one of his thighs and wings draped off the sides of the bed. Kyle pulled Ryka’s hips back, gave his ass an appreciative squeeze, then spread his cheeks, burying his face between them.

Ryka’s purring jumped an octave when he felt Kyle’s tongue probing his hole. “Oh, fuck.” For a few minutes, he was too engulfed in pleasure to say anything else. But as Kyle expected, his silence didn’t last long.

“Master, please, I want more.”

“More what?”

“I want your cock.” Pleasing to hear, but there was more. “Or your fist.”

Kyle felt himself blanche. At least Ryka couldn’t see his wide-eyed look of shock. “Ryka, I don’t -”

“You can’t hurt me. And anyhow, I’m so wet and horny right now you could probably fit most of your arm ….”

“Easy, Ry. Let me start with this, okay? And if you want to cum, I’ll allow it.”

Ryka gave an enthusiastic nod. “Thank you, Master. Then please keep going.”

Kyle rolled his eyes, but resumed. Someone had been kind enough to do him this favor once, and he discovered it was just as much fun to give a rim job as it was to receive one. Especially with such a vocal partner. In the waking world, Kyle always feared the neighbors would hear. It was nice to not worry about that now, and just appreciate that Ryka felt good.

Eager as Ryka was, his stamina still outmatched Kyle’s. Eventually, Kyle gave his tongue a break and switched to using fingers, one hand stretching Ryka further while the other worked the length of his cock. Ryka was growling gibberish, shallowly thrusting into Kyle’s fist. When he dropped down to his elbows and rested his head on Kyle’s shins, wings quivering at his sides, Kyle knew he was close.

“Master,” Ryka groaned. If he tried to say anything else, the words were lost. With a ferocious snarl, he finally came. Panting, Ryka flopped down on the bed and ran a finger through the semen now trickling down Kyle’s legs. “Thank you, stud.”

“You’re very welcome.”

“Now, what can I do for you?”

This time, there was no hesitation. “The same, please.”

With a smug smile, Ryka sat up, grabbed Kyle’s arm, and pulled him forward. “I like you like this, stud. Confident.” Kyle felt himself blush. “Now assume the position.”

Kyle did, and Ryka didn’t waste any time. It felt too good, Kyle thought, almost immediately burying his face in his palms. At least that kept his hands busy. He badly wanted to touch himself, but already felt like he was teetering on the edge. Instead, he whimpered and wondered if he would be able to cum just from having his ass eaten out.

The answer, he discovered only a few moments later, was a resounding ‘yes.’ Boneless, he tried to move away, but Ryka held him in place. “I’m not done yet,” the demon purred. Kyle didn’t argue, just put his head back down and enjoyed the attention. At least Ryka couldn’t see his eyes watering like this.

After he came a second time, he had to beg Ryka to stop. Then the real struggle was making his way back to lean against the headboard. Ryka looked both proud and entertained, and Kyle could only shake his head.

“When I said I wanted you to beg, I didn’t mean so soon. Tired already?” Ryka inquired with a grin, leaning back next to Kyle and bumping their shoulders together. His opposite wings spread open in front of them. Kyle had never felt so safe.

“A little.” Kyle snuggled closer, sighing. Once he was comfortable, Ryka started licking behind his ear, and slid a hand down between his legs. “Ry ….”

“What? No good?”

“No, too good.”

“Sorry?”

“Don’t be a smartass.”

“And?”

“Faster.” Ryka had been pumping his dick, and picked up the tempo at Kyle’s request. “Yeah, just like that.”

“Anything else?” It hadn’t been intentional, but Kyle was spreading his legs, reaching his own hands down, one to massage his balls, the other prodding his hole. “Maybe this?” Ryka plucked Kyle’s hand away from ass, slipping the tip of his tail in instead.

The speed and accuracy with which he found Kyle’s prostate was incredible, Kyle thought briefly before his brain gave up on those, head filling with static as he came again. Sighing contentedly, he leaned his head on Ryka’s shoulder and closed his eyes.

“Don’t fall asleep,” Ryka warned gently, putting both arms around him all the same. Warm as he was, Kyle felt himself relax completely in the demon’s embrace.

“I’m not. Just resting for a minute. But would that end this?”

“No idea. These dreams aren’t really meant to work this way. I know it’ll definitely end if I sleep.”

“So you’re saying I should keep you occupied, is that it?” Kyle cracked open his eyes to see Ryka grinning lasciviously at him. Chuckling, Kyle sat up and stretched. “Thank you, by the way, for this. Is it a lot of work?”

“No need to thank me. And I guess we’ll see. It doesn’t matter, though, it’s worth it to be able to do this.” By “this,” Ryka meant another long kiss. Or that was what Kyle assumed he attempted. Eyes wide, he held Ryka at bay, shaking his head. “No?” Ryka asked, looking wounded.

“Sorry, but we were just, uh, well. Really?”

Head tilted to one side, Ryka stared at Kyle with raised eyebrows. “But it was still okay after I swallowed your cum?”

“That’s … well … it’s different.”

“This isn’t real. Remember?” This was a valid point. Alone, it might not have been a persuasive enough argument, but paired with Ryka nuzzling into his neck, Kyle found his will to refuse crumbling. So when Ryka’s lips once more made their way to his, he eagerly opened his mouth, letting Ryka’s tongue coax his out.

Kyle suddenly felt very refreshed. Moaning again, he grabbed Ryka by the horns and pulled him back toward his neck. “Can I bite you?” Kyle nodded. He had expected pain, given how sharp the demon’s teeth were, but there was none - only pleasure. Gasping, he arched into Ryka. He could smell blood, feel it running down to his shoulder, but somehow didn’t care.

“Again,” he panted, reaching down to stroke himself.

“Oh no you don’t.” Ryka used his tail to bind Kyle’s wrists. “Let me,” he breathed before taking another bite. There was no use arguing. Even if Kyle could have formed a complete thought, he wouldn’t have been able to get the words out. Instead, he bit his own lip, drawing blood there as well. And then, with Ryka sucking from his new wound while jerking him off, he came again. Kyle squirmed down to rest his head on a pillow. Even sitting up was too much work – he tingled head to toe. Ryka followed suit, stretching out on his side so he could study his host. “Well?”

“Fuck,” Kyle finally managed.

At that, Ryka beamed. “Can we?” Kyle’s eyes went wide when Ryka grabbed him around the waist and effortlessly pulled Kyle on top of himself. “My turn to make a request, stud.”

“Sure,” Kyle urged, energy returning as he met Ryka’s burning gaze. The demon’s breathing was getting heavier, and Kyle could feel the tip of his tail brushing back and forth over his own feet. Ryka was squirming under him, and although he was pretty sure what Ryka was going to say, he suddenly understood why Ryka so often made him speak his mind. Sometimes, it was good just to hear it.

“Fuck me.”

For a few moments, Kyle’s mouth worked to try and form a response; all the while Ryka wrapped his legs around his host and pulled him closer. “I-”

“Please fuck me. Hard.”

There wasn’t really any arguing with him. Ryka was already using his tail to guide Kyle in, so Kyle decided to oblige him. At his limit as well, Kyle grabbed Ryka under the knees, spread his legs a little wider, and thrust in. There was that fire, Ryka’s internal furnace, heat now tightening around him, melting them together. It felt even better than he could have imagined, and for a moment he stayed there, breath caught in his throat.

“You’re perfect, Ryka.” He wasn’t prone to saccharine pillow talk, but there was no other way to say what he was feeling. At least he wasn’t alone.

“You, too, Kyle.”

Hearing his name pass Ryka’s lips well and truly froze him in place. Though maybe frozen wasn’t the right word, with warmth spreading out from his core, desire burning him up completely.

“Move,” Ryka begged, breaking Kyle’s reverie. He cut off his own apology; Ryka wouldn’t want to hear it. Instead, he did as Ryka implored, pulling back slowly and pushing back in the same way.

This time, there was no growl, hiss or purr. Kyle looked down to find Ryka with his eyes closed in bliss. He cracked one open to gaze up at Kyle, shut it again and rasped, “Hard and fast, stud. Please.”

Kyle couldn’t deny him, not when it meant hearing the demon calling out his name. Less than a dozen thrusts later, they climaxed together. When Kyle tried to back out, Ryka held him in place, ankles crossed behind Kyle’s back. “Fill me up, Master. Please don’t stop.” So Kyle didn’t. Not until his body forced him to. He was still hard, teetering on the edge of another orgasm - and loving every moment of having demonic stamina - but even in a dream, his body knew that this much work was tiring. His arms and back ached, and though he tried to power through it, he couldn’t keep up the pace.

Wheezing, he pulled out after cumming once more. “Sorry, Ry, I really need a break.”

“More. Please.”

“Can we rest for a minute?”

Without bothering to respond, Ryka shoved him over backward. Breathless, Kyle landed with a “whump” on the mattress, and before he could so much as blink, Ryka was riding him. “Let me do the work, stud.” Wings pumping, he moved himself, leaving Kyle feeling a little bit like a human sex toy.

Again, Kyle was left just staring in awe at the demon. Somehow, even with all the growling, he was astoundingly sexy. Engrossed in his own pleasure, he worked himself closer to orgasm, almost seeming to have forgotten Kyle. Or so Kyle thought.

“Move your fucking hips. I wanna cum again.”

“What happened to me giving the orders?” Kyle inquired, obeying all the same. He was getting close again, too.

“You like being pushed around a little. Fuck! Harder, stud. I’m right there.” That was easier said than done, but Kyle tried his best, and they quickly fell into sync. “Oh, that’s the spot.”

Really, Kyle could have guessed that much on his own by the way Ryka suddenly tightened around him. Then it was his turn to start begging. “Ry, please. I can’t ….” Everything was going white, and Kyle found it increasingly difficult to form coherent thoughts.

“Jerk me off a little and I’ll be right there with you.” Noticing his host’s state, Ryka directed his hands for him. That was all Ryka needed. With a bone-rattling roar, he climaxed. Kyle did as well, his cries lost with all the noise Ryka was making. Though Ryka did manage to hear his faint pleas to get up.

Kyle was still struggling for breath as Ryka kneeled over him, swaying like he was drunk. “Let’s do it again.”

“Hold on. I can’t breathe. Mercy. Please.”

“What? You want to stop?” Not giving Kyle much of a chance to answer, Ryka reached down and started stroking Kyle’s still-erect cock. “Because I still want more. Fill me up again.” With his free hand, Ryka used two fingers to empty himself of Kyle’s semen. It dribbled down the insides of his thighs in slow streams, and Kyle thought he had never seen anything so erotic.

His exhaustion was already no more than a memory. Ryka was casting him another lusty stare. “Morning’s a long way away, right?” he breathed, reaching up for the demon, who leaned down to meet him with a kiss.

“Long, long ways away.”

“Then I guess we could go a few more rounds. But can we try something else?”

“Anything Master wants, I’ll gladly do. Anything.” And he did, right on until morning.