Daimon
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"Yes, yes, yes, my love." Daimon's voice became lust incarnate as he spoke words.
Daimon nipped sharply on the firm curve of Gene's lightly-furred right cheek. The sharp pain hit something deep and primal inside Gene. His lover, close to coming, tumbled into the abyss, whining and shaking, but Daimon didn't release him. Instead, as Gene sagged from his second climax, Daimon flipped him effortlessly onto his back, and hooked his lover's legs over his elbows, spreading him wide as Daimon readied himself to enter his mate.
Daimon knew that for an alpha, the vulnerable position should have Gene resisting, trying to reassert his natural dominance. However, Daimon's possessive bite had both seared him with pleasure and commanded a submission his lover had told him he'd never wanted to give before. Gasping, Gene stilled, letting Daimon position himself at his mate's entrance.
"It's never been like this," Gene whispered. "I gave pleasure, and I took it. But now, I feel treasured, wanted, and owned in a mix I just can't describe. I love you and I'm yours."
"Mine, as I am yours. I love you," Daimon whispered. Gene clung to Daimon's shoulders as he entered his mate. His cockhead pressed inexorably against his loosened lover, and Gene opened to let his lover inside. He heard the soft groan and knew, for a few moments, there would be an unfamiliar mix of pleasure and pain for the Lycan.
Gene lifted his head, and Daimon's mouth found his. As their tongues danced and Daimon's hips began to undulate, his tail securely gripped his lover's cock, Daimon slowly became aware that he felt complete, and looking into Gene's eyes, he saw the same recognition of unity by the Lycan.
Daimon groaned and shoved the last few inches of his shaft inside Gene's molten depths a little faster than he intended. His demonic instincts knew just how much Gene could safely take and how fast—a knowledge his body automatically accounted for with any lover, human or otherwise. He pressed down against Gene, urging the Lycan's legs around his waist so their bodies could touch and they could kiss comfortably. He relished the feel of Gene's furred chest against his own smooth skin and inexplicably felt filled with Gene as he finally became, fully encased in his mate's hot, grasping sheath.
He positioned his hands on either side of Gene's head. He spiralled his tail around the Lycan's dripping member, setting up a rhythm of pulling, rippling, and contracting. He heard Gene panting and whining and inhaled the pungent scent of musk, come, and sweat. His eyes devoured the sight of his lover lost in sexual ecstasy. The taste of Gene's heated skin and the feel of the tight inferno that held his flesh had Daimon enveloped in his own euphoric, sexual maelstrom. This experience soared above any of his previous and prolific beddings, and Daimon surrendered himself to Gene as equally as his Lycan lover had yielded to him.
Daimon moaned and panted as their bodies strove for release. He could feel his lover's impending climax, and it set his own cells and synapses ablaze. Throwing back his head as he drove as deep as he could, Daimon let a primeval scream rent the air. Even as his seed poured into Gene's body, he heard the Lycan's answering howl of completion. Wet heat covered his tail as he filled his lover's contracting channel with his living essence.
Daimon kept thrusting, even after his arms gave out and the Lycan lay dazed and spent beneath him. He wanted to ensure every last drop of his crème made its home in his lover's body. He slowly regained higher reasoning and realised Gene was all but unconscious. He rolled so that the Lycan lay on top of him and wrapped his tail possessively around Gene's thighs, holding the man as close to him as possible.
Daimon reacted with a mix of shock and delight as Gene roused himself enough to bite hard at his shoulder. He recognised the mark, and he nipped the Lycan in return.
"Yes," he whispered and grinned as Gene relaxed.
Only then did Daimon allow himself to give in to post-orgasmic languor, his eyes closing. He kissed his mate and smiled at the languid but definite response against his throat.
"Sleep, my love," he murmured and felt Gene go fully lax.
Daimon knew he still smiled as sleep claimed him.
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At lunchtime Leland brought his husband and father to Daimon's home. They each carried a basket packed with a variety of food and drink. Leland felt it the least they could do, bringing lunch they could all share.
He greeted Daimon with a kiss to each cheek and introduced him formally to Randy and Jerard. Both Lycans voiced their gratitude, and Leland watched delightedly as Daimon preened in their praise.
They went to his dining room to set out the food and drink, and Leland grinned at his friend as the demon's eyes lit up at the array before him and giggled at the distinct rumble of his friend's stomach.
The selection included a generous stack of lightly grilled steaks, a dish of garlic-scented sausages in red wine and onions, a dish of buttered pasta, and a large bowl of ratatouille. Bread and butter sat next to a large bottle of Pol Roger and a couple of bottles of good Burgundy.
"Before you leave you must take all the clothing still upstairs, Leland," Daimon said.
"Thank you," he replied, setting out plates and cutlery. He sat as Daimon instructed, ready to begin eating.
The three Lycans went silent before Leland's musical laughter broke the stillness. Gene appeared, dressed in nothing but a sheet wrapped around his waist. Understanding and appreciating Leland's mirth, Daimon laughed alongside the blond.
"He doesn't wear clothes, Gene," Leland finally managed to say as he brought his laughter under control.
"So I found," the older man replied with a wry smile.
Leland grinned happily as Gene approached the chair beside Daimon, and sat next to his lover. Gene quickly lost his self-consciousness as he attacked the food with gusto.
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The food vanished, and the men all sat back replete.
Daimon raised an eyebrow as Jerard looked over at Gene. "I am travelling to France with Leland and Randal. I want that side of the family to meet my son's mate. It's been too long since I last went for a visit. I had thought to leave the pack in your hands."
"I had thought to stay here for…" Gene hesitated, looking at Daimon.
In bed that morning, they had briefly discussed him staying, but despite the previous night, Daimon realised he had made no real commitment. Gene knew he was lascivious by nature, and Daimon became instantly aware that Gene suddenly felt bereft.
"Are you sure?" Jerard asked, his concern evident in his voice.
Daimon clasped Gene's hand, rubbing it against his cheek before kissing it tenderly.
"I love you," he whispered, his eyes fixed on the Lycan.
For all that Daimon was a demon of sexual rapaciousness, his eyes let his true emotion show through. Daimon tilted his throat just a fraction, and watched the Lycan's nostrils flare as Daimon permitted his lover to scent him, and grinned at Gene's elation. His scent was as irrevocably altered as Leland's, denoting Daimon as mated and Bound to Gene.
"I love you too," he replied, turning the hand holding his to kiss it in turn.
"I think it's safe to say that Gene will be with me for the foreseeable future," Daimon said, letting his tone become a sensual caress on Gene's ear that made the other man shiver.
"I want to get to know Daimon better," Gene said. "I want him to meet my family without me being on call for any pack issues."
Daimon was delighted and gave Gene as look of pure licentiousness that caused his lover to become instantly erect. As Gene gave a low, warning growl, Daimon simply offered a sultry smile in return.
"I thought to notify my deputy to take my place, and Talbot would be a very suitable stand-in to cover your, and my, absence," Gene said.
"Then all's settled," Jerard said.
"Gene, my love, would you pop across to the kitchen and put some coffee on for our guests before they go?" Daimon asked. "Leland, angel, your things are still in the room upstairs. Why not nip up now and get them?"
He watched Gene disappear in a rustle of black silk and the blond Lycan bound happily
away, before turning a serious mien to the two remaining males.
"If either of you hurt Leland, I will know it and will not hesitate to take things into my own hands. He will always have a special place in my heart even though that heart now belongs to Gene." He favoured them with a look, so at odds with his normal, easy-going appearance that it caused both men to sit up straighter and acknowledge him.
As Gene and Daimon waved farewell to their guests, Daimon grinned and Gene moaned appreciatively. Daimon's tail had snaked sinuously beneath the sheet Gene wore and teased at his lover's erection.
"Bed me. I want to feel you possessing me," Daimon whispered into Gene's ear.
"Then why are we still standing here?" Gene asked with a throaty groan
They materialised in his bed, and Daimon stretched and sighed as Gene began to kiss across his chest, teasing and tugging at his nipples and their rings. Now when horny, Daimon had his own beautiful Lycan lover to keep him satisfied.
Sometimes life became very, very good.
The End
About the Author
Born in the UK, Pelaam is now a resident of New Zealand with her partner. Pelaam is an art historian and an avid reader of fiction and non-fiction, but especially the history/mystery genre.
Pelaam won the 2009 Literotica Author Award in the category Best Gay Male Story for "Opposites Attract"
A first-prize winning story "A Call from the Heart" can also be found on www.literotica.com along with other Pelaam works.
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Also by Pelaam:
Available from Silver Publishing:
Becomes the Rose
The Nobleman and the Knave
Through a Glass Darkly
Ange et Demon
Daimon
The Sea Vixen (coming soon)
Bedazzled (coming soon)
Award Winning Titles:
Opposites Attract
Best Gay Male Story
2009 Literotica Author Award
A Call from the Heart
Halloween contest
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