Page 85 of Mortis

My throat felt thick as I swallowed. I dipped my head forward and kissed him, suddenly desperate to feel his lips against mine.

I knew what it felt like to be loved. Grandad and Arlo had made sure of that. Their love had been one of the few constants in my life, and I’d never questioned how much I meant to them.

But this was different.

When Kael broke our kiss simply to stare at me in awe, like he still couldn’t quite believe I was real, something clicked into place.

This was what it felt like to be worshipped.

To be treated with reverence.

To have someone utterly devoted to you.

And I wanted Kael to feel the same way.

Pulling away from his lips, I began to shuffle down his thighs. Misunderstanding my intention, Kael whined and reached for me, trying to pull me back. But the sound died in his throat when I peeled off my T-shirt and removed my trousers.

With a smirk, I nudged his strong legs apart and settled on my stomach between them. Free from its confines, his hard prick stood proudly, pointing towards his navel. It glistened with his natural lubricant. Precum leaked steadily from the tip, forming a small puddle on his lower stomach. Dipping down, I licked a long, wet stripe from the base peeking out of his pouch all the way to the head. Kael gasped and fisted the duvet with both hands. His knees bent, legs falling wider as his hooves dug into the mattress.

“Teddy,” he breathed. “Please. Give me more.”

I couldn’t help but grin as I watched him. His form was slightly blurred since I wasn’t wearing my glasses. But this close, I could see enough. And the sounds falling from his lips more than made up for my impaired vision.

His head was tipped back, his horns digging into the wall. His eyelids drooped, those red irises watching me through narrow slits. His cheeks were flushed, the rosy colour spreading down his neck and across his chest as it heaved with every breath.

My big, burly cryptid was ready to fall apart, and I’d barely touched him.

I licked him again, humming at the pleasant, almost sweet taste of the slick coating his length. And when I reached the head, I took it into my mouth, sucking the tip gently. My tongue dipped into the slit, lapping at his precum. Kael’s hand gripped my hair, just tight enough to make my scalp tingle, and goosebumps burst across my bare torso. He rolled his hips upwards, slowly pushing inch after inch past my lips. The soft, velvety sensation of his shaft sliding over my tongue made my eyes roll back in my skull.

His other hand joined the first, holding my head in place as he carefully fucked my face. I loosened my jaw as much as I could, but after a while it began to ache from the sheer size of him. Still, I wasn’t raised to be a quitter, and I was enjoying myself far too much to stop.

Hooking my arms beneath his thighs, I cupped his muscular backside. I wasn’t strong enough to make him move an inch, but the firm press of my hands got the message across. Tightening his hold on my head, Kael began to fuck my face in earnest. My eyes watered and my nose ran. But unlike before, this was caused by pleasure rather than heartbreak.

I gagged when his cock hit the back of my throat, the muscles contracting around his head and dragging a whimper from his lips.

“My treasure,” he groaned. “Y-your mouth—hell, it’s—fuck.”

Despite being a demon, Kael didn’t curse all that often.

But knowing I’d made him lose control enough to let one slip?

I felt on top of the fucking world.

Kael had spent his entire existence bowing to Mammon.

But I didn’t have to bow to anyone.

I wasn’t religious. And discovering that Heaven and Hell actually existed hadn’t suddenly inspired me to start praying every night before bed. If anything, knowing what I did about the beings people worshipped had made the whole idea even less appealing.

Yet maybe worship didn’t have to belong to gods and demons. Maybe devotion could be something you chose. And there was only one being I wanted to fall to my knees for.

Kael.

If this was worship, I was more than happy to show him my faith.

My devotion.

One filthy prayer at a time.