A cursed heart, p.16
A Cursed Heart, page 16
There was a flash of pain, just the slightest burn. I must have tensed because soon, it was gone, my body relaxed.
“That’s it. Fuck, you are perfect, Ryan. Taking me so well.” He drew me up to my knees. “I’d much rather see your face, but this position is better for your first time.”
“Want to see you, too.”
He pulled out and helped me turn over. Spreading my legs, I bared myself to him. “You are so damn sexy,” he muttered. He raised my legs onto his shoulders and eased inside once more.
The angle was amazing, hitting that spot inside with every thrust. I felt like I was coming apart at the seams with each pump of his hips. I could barely breathe, I felt so full. It was like he was so deep inside me, I didn’t know where I ended and he began.
Each thrust sent me soaring towards my orgasm. I didn’t even need to touch my cock. My release was right there, hurtling closer, almost within reach. I moaned out his name, sounding fucked out.
Mal changed the angle, settled my legs over to the side and laid down over me so he could kiss me. The change in position, the way he hit my prostate, and the kiss were all I needed to fall over the edge.
I came harder than I ever had before. I couldn’t even see. All I heard was Mal’s broken moan of my name before I felt him pulse inside me.
We lay there together, Mal still inside me, for a while. I couldn’t believe I’d loved that as much as I had. Not that I should have been surprised, this was Mal. Of course, he had a magic touch.
“Are you alright?” Mal asked as he pulled out of me. With a blink, I was cleaned up and dressed in a pair of boxer briefs. “Any pain?”
“None.” I drew him into my arms to kiss him. When we broke apart, I said, “We have to do that again.”
Mal laughed. “As often as you like.”
A Demon In Love
Malacoda
Waking next to Ryan, usually with one of us holding the other, was coming to be my favorite time of day, especially when woken with kisses. Ryan’s silky tongue met mine as the kiss got deeper. He pushed his body against mine, his cock hard once more. He was insatiable!
Using my magic, I removed our clothing, then took our cocks in my hand. I held us while Ryan moved against me. His hand wound its way into my hair and tugged, adding a delicious bite of pain to my pleasure. The feel of his hardness against my own was so sensual.
We rocked together, kissing and murmuring sweet words until we both came. Once again, I cleaned us up, grateful for my magic. Then I clothed us again, aware that with the early morning hour, Freya could wake at any moment.
Ryan dozed in my arms. He smelled of me, not something a human would notice, but every demon or supernatural creature could scent my claim on him. After what we had shared since he had let me out of that gem, I was never letting him go.
I knew Ryan cared about me, maybe even loved me. It was the best feeling in the world to be truly cared for. I doubted he understood the depth of my feelings for him. He was my savior, my heart, my future. Once we were out of this mess, I wished to be free just so I could devote my life to finding a way to keep him with me. I wanted to devote my life to making him happy.
Some time later, I must have fallen asleep again, I was awoken by knocking on the door.
“Daddy? Mal? Can I come in?”
Such a polite little darling! “Come in,” I called to her.
She fumbled with the doorknob before finally managing to let herself in. Seeing that her daddy was still asleep, she tiptoed to my side of the bed. I automatically put my hand out to her. She came to me readily. I hoisted her into the bed with ease. She was as light as a feather. She giggled before snuggling down under the covers against her daddy’s back.
Ryan turned to cuddle her close. “Go back to sleep,” he muttered, still half asleep himself.
After kissing both their heads, I left them to rest a little longer and went to the kitchen to start breakfast.
Thanks to numerous cooking shows, the internet, and help from Ryan, I knew how to cook a few dishes well. My plan once this was over was to learn more recipes and perhaps take up a hobby, like art. In my homeland, I had enjoyed drawing murals on the walls of my castle. They were long gone now, sadly. All of my former kingdom was. The people and the buildings were dust. Ryan’s home could do with brightening, and I wanted to do that for him.
Outside, it was raining, so we were unlikely to go out later. This was a fortuitous thing with Salvatore watching our every move, waiting for a moment to strike. He wanted the heart ruby back, and leaving the apartment put it at risk of being stolen.
Freya was a sweet child, and the day before had been busy. It was likely that she would appreciate a quiet day at home. All the blogs I had read on child development were contradictory in places, though they agreed over-stimulation was to be avoided.
Once we had a lazy breakfast, I would find quiet tasks for Freya to do so that Ryan could concentrate on his work. Once she was in bed, or properly settled at a task, I could drop Ryan’s virus. Only then could he send the files to the FBI.
We were so close to being done.
My loves appeared not even half an hour later, likely drawn by the scent of bacon and pancakes. They ate well, Freya peppering us with questions about what we had done without her. Ryan looked all too tempting walking about shirtless. He had, thankfully, put on pants, which hung low on his hips. I had to restrain myself from dropping Freya with Lydia and taking Ryan back to the bedroom.
The day passed much like I thought it would. Freya, still tired from the day before’s excitement with Lydia, put up little fight about spending the day indoors with us. She was particularly clingy with Ryan, something for us to address at her next therapy appointment. We also had to discuss my changed role in the family dynamics. Yes, I had been researching therapy resources to help my little charge. Having observed a couple of her online sessions, I had become curious.
When Freya was settled after lunch with a movie, Ryan suggested I try to set his plan in motion. He sent the files from his computer earlier than planned. I felt as if both of us wanted it to be over with. We were sick of Scythe hanging over our heads.
Once the files were gone, it was my turn.
The office was eerily empty. Even on previous weekends, there had been people lingering. The magic around the doorway to Salvatore’s office was thicker than before, though old. I sensed there was no one inside and tore through the protections easily.
Inside shocked me to my core.
Gone was the ornate rug. The pentagram was full on display. Black candles had melted puddles of wax onto the marble floor. All around Salvatore’s desk were magical paraphernalia. Spell books, charms, crystals, a silver athame, and more. All out to be seen by anyone entering the office. The magic would not have kept out a human, it was designed for people like me, the ones with magic who could use the materials strewn over this plush office.
The lack of concern of discovery unnerved me. If anyone were to see this, Salvatore’s reputation would be ruined. This told me one thing clearly: our enemy was on the brink.
I needed to get the plan done immediately. Salvatore could be on his way to confront Ryan at any moment. The thought was a blaring alarm in my mind.
It took only a few minutes to do what was necessary to protect Ryan from prosecution. Each second felt like an hour while apart from my loves. As soon as the computer made a noise alerting me it was done, I removed the device and vanished home.
When I found Ryan on the phone, Freya still in place on the sofa, my heart finally calmed from its thundering rhythm. I hadn’t realized just how panicked I was at the thought of my family being left vulnerable without me.
“You okay?” Ryan mouthed.
Seeing both of them unharmed, feeling my magic intact, I nodded.
Ryan frowned. “Hold on a sec, Con. I need to speak to Mal.” There was a pause. “Mal’s my boyfriend. He lives with me.” He laughed, his brown eyes sparkling. “No, we aren’t just roommates. He’s my boyfriend.” More chatter from the other side. “Yeah, I’m bi.” Another pause. He looked at me, affection in every line of his face, especially that fond smile. “Thanks. He’s great. I’ve never been happier.”
He muted his phone and came closer to talk to me properly. “Can you do that thing where we connect again? I want you to listen in on what they ask me while they take my statement, but I don’t want them to hear you advising me.”
“That makes sense. Yes, I’ll connect us.”
The trust Ryan was showing me was heartening. To allow me access into his mind outside of a necessary situation like it had been in Salvatore’s office, was… it had a profound effect on me. I also did not want to dismiss his coming out. From what I’d read, this was termed a “big deal,” and should be treated properly.
“Thank you for telling your friend about us. You didn’t have to if you aren’t ready yet.”
“Scythe thought we were boyfriends long before we actually were, and it didn’t bother me then. In fact, I liked it then, and now that it’s real, it’s even better. I want to tell everyone. I’m glad when people know we belong to each other. Anyways, Con is the least judgmental guy I know. His boyfriend is transgender. Both are really cool guys, actually.”
His words were too sweet. I rewarded them with a tender kiss, then formed the link.
I’ll be with you while you do your statement and will keep Freya busy for you.
They said it might take a while.
Alright. We have plenty to keep us occupied.
Ryan took his phone to his bedroom to do the statement. Usually they would record him in person, but they wanted to avoid tipping off Salvatore’s people and knew we were being watched. Instead, they used a video call and recorded that as evidence. He would sign the transcript of their conversation later.
The first hour passed with Ryan stating who he was, why he had been called to see Mr. Salvatore. Then, he was asked to give his version of events. Ryan explained being blackmailed with Jasmine’s debt and how he saw the opportunity to take down the man running the underbelly of the city. The same man who had caused the death of his ex-wife and her boyfriend.
In the second hour of testimony, Ryan detailed the hacks he had done, Salvatore’s paranoia about a mole in his organisation. This time, an agent spoke about the deal they had struck for Ryan to gain immunity for this illegal action, particularly because Ryan was under duress to perform it.
Honestly, it got rather boring to listen to. I made Freya lunch and even gave Ryan a drink once. I was asked to email my version of events, but I was not deemed important enough for a full statement like Ryan. If only they knew.
By the time Ryan left his bedroom, I was wondering what to prepare for dinner. It was getting dark outside, and Freya was restless. Keeping her out of the bedroom had been a challenge the longer Ryan was in there. Explaining things to a five-year-old wasn’t easy. She didn’t understand that interrupting them meant it would take longer.
“Sorry about that,” Ryan said, kissing my temple and taking over the chopping of the carrots I was preparing. I brushed his hair away from his face, ending the link at the same time.
“Daddy, you were gone forever!” Freya whined.
“I know, sweetheart, but it’s done now. Let’s have dinner and play a game, okay?”
Our usual dinner, bath, story and bed routine was easy. Instead of asking for me, Freya wanted Ryan, which I liked. After being the responsible adult all day, I was ready for a break.
In the pocket of the sweatpants I wore, my phone buzzed with a message.
Lydia
How’s everything going?
It was a surprise that she thought to contact me first. I had worried she might not like me for taking her place in Freya’s life.
Mal
Everything is fine. Ryan spent the day talking to Conrad. I watched Freya paint a new masterpiece.
I was very aware of not giving too much away over text. It was entirely possible this was not Lydia, though that could have been paranoia speaking.
Lydia
Ooh, pics please! Alright, just checking in.
Mal
Do you want me to get Ryan to call you?
Lydia
No, it’s fine. Thanks Mal. Speak to you tomorrow.
Shaking my head, I returned my phone to my pocket once I sent the picture I’d taken over.
“Everything okay?” Ryan asked. He scrubbed a hand over his face, looking exhausted.
“Fine, it was just Lydia checking on us. Why don’t we go to bed?”
Ryan grimaced. “Not sure I’m tired yet. My body is, but my mind is buzzing.”
“Then why don’t I quiet the noise?”
His grimace turned to a smirk. “Yeah? I’d like that.”
When we got into the bedroom, Ryan flopped onto the bed. “Mal, you’re gonna have to do all the work here. My body’s given up. Man, that interview was stressful.”
I climbed onto the bed to lean over him. My hair fanned out, creating a curtain between Ryan and the world. In there, it was only us two. “If that’s what you want, then yes, I would love to be inside you again. I’m impatient, though. May I use magic to prepare you?”
Ryan leaned up on his elbows to kiss me. “Please. Just the thought of it’s got me so hot.”
Under me, I could feel the hard swell of his cock. Ryan was wearing jeans, hardly comfortable in his current state. “Alright. First, let’s get rid of all these pesky clothes.” It took only a blink before we were skin to skin. I kissed him, exploring every inch of his mouth with my tongue. His moans were delicious, feeding my energy until I was buzzing with it. I sent a lot of it into the shields I’d set up around the apartment. We did not want to be interrupted.
“Mal,” Ryan groaned as he felt the magic working its way inside him. “Fuck that feels almost as good as your tongue!”
“If you’d rather have my mouth on you here,” I trailed my hand down his body to his cock, then further until I could tap my finger on his wet hole. “Then that can be arranged.”
“No!” He grabbed my hand. “I… I like this, too.”
“Good, because you’re nearly ready for my cock.” I reached for the lube to coat myself with it. Magic was great, but this was better.
Seeing him all needy for me had me on edge. A desire to feel him inside me once more burned through me. I was on top of him, his length trapped and leaking under me. In a move he didn’t expect, I got to my knees, notched his cock head at my entrance and sank down on him, taking him inside me.
“Wha—ah, shit! You feel so good!”
Rocking slowly, I let us both adjust before moving faster. I rose and fell over him. Leaning down, I kissed him while he pumped his hips up into me.
We moved together, panting and growing sweaty in the warm room. When I felt him getting close, I stopped and pulled off him. I moved down, pausing to admire my lover. He was so damn sexy covered in sweat, all pink and lust drunk.
I urged him to open his legs for me. He was wet from my magic, his hole gaping slightly. Taking a breath to calm myself, I pushed inside him slowly, treasuring the feeling of his tight, hot walls squeezing me. It took him a moment to adjust to me, then I pulled out. In and out, I set a slow, steady rhythm, rocking into my lover all while kissing and touching him like he was the most precious being alive. He was to me.
“Ah, fuck! So good,” Ryan babbled as I brought us closer to release. His hands were tight on my hips, trying to drive me deeper inside him. A hand slipped down and worked its way between my cheeks. He finger fucked my ass while I thrust into him, already so close to the brink.
Ryan surged up to nip my lip at the same moment he yanked on my hair and pegged my prostate with those clever fingers. I came with a shout, filling him with my release.
I pulled out of him and flopped onto the bed, opening my legs in invitation. “Fuck me, Ry. Fill me up.”
His expression was practically feral. His cock felt amazing inside my oversensitive body. Each of his thrusts was rough and deep, working me towards a second, smaller orgasm.
We came together minutes later, both breathing heavily and sweat-soaked. Ryan lay beside me, holding my hand in his.
“Yeah, that worked. My brain is all quiet now.”
“Good. Go to sleep, Ryan. I’ll clean us up.”
He was quiet for a moment. My magic made quick work of cleaning both us and the bed. I dressed us in underwear and even settled us under the covers.
“Mal?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m so glad I found you.”
“I am too.”
Ryan’s arms wrapped themselves around me. I could already tell he was unaware of it, mostly asleep after a stressful day.
We were so close to freedom for him. I couldn’t help but wonder if love was truly enough, why wasn’t I free from the heart ruby already?
So Close
Ryan
How was it Monday already? With everything over the weekend, I barely felt ready for a working week. Freya, though, needed to get out of the apartment or she was going to be climbing the walls with boredom. Mal wasn’t all that keen on taking her, saying, “I worry something will happen before I can return.”
Was he being overprotective, or sensible? I couldn’t tell.
We had to be careful with his magic use to ensure he had enough power to vanish Freya out of there if needed. I wasn’t under any illusions about the situation we found ourselves in. Scythe would come for us if he figured out I was behind the raids on his company and Mal was struggling to balance the greater protections on the apartment, finding them to be more draining than he thought.
