“Time in your world cannot exist without you in it’s fabric. Until you return, time for your world will not move.” Chris felt a small headache beginning over his right eye. He rubbed it and huffed. “This is all making my brain hurt.” “Then allow me to ease your pain.” Ebima crawled toward him, and Chris clubbed the irrational need to run away to death and watched him come closer. Ebima took hold of Chris’ leg and slid his cast off, as if it was a sock. Then, while holding eye contact with the boy, Ebima slid his warm tongue over the stitches of the quick surgery of Chris’ shin bone. The feel of a mouth anywhere on his body, sent Chris into a frenzy, resulting in a small stain of spunk on his hospital gown.
Ebima finished mopping the boy’s leg and leaned forward until their heads were touching. “I want to make you do this over and over until you faint. Will you permit me?” Chris shuddered at the weight of Ebima’s promise and nodded weakly. Ebima then sat up, dug his hands into Chris’ hospital gown, and ripped the fabric clean off the boy’s body. Chris jerked with the motion and cried out as Ebima ripped his own clothing from his body. With Ebima on his knees, Chris was looking up at a black rigid 8 ½ inch pole, leaking a bit of precum. Egg sized genitals swung between black thighs.
Ebima leaned forward and pressed his soft lips against Chris’, slowly becoming more and more demanding. Ebima pressed the boy into a mound of pillows at his back, his dark hands exploring the boy’s tight body. With his tongue and teeth, Chris opened the demon’s mouth and encircled his tongue over the other. Ebima moaned, a low guttural noise, that on it’s own, nearly drove Chris to climax all over again.
While maintaining the body searching kiss, Ebima guided Chris’ legs around his own waist, and ran his long fingers through his lover’s short, thick curls. Every sense of precaution was thrown aside as Chris moaned aloud while Ebima bit, kissed, and licked a spot of his throat. They kissed again, opening their mouths, and practically eating eat on another. Ebima pulled the boy upward, and Chris was suddenly sitting up, his legs wrapped around Ebima’s waist, his stomach against the demon’s.
Ebima kissed under the boy’s chin, and licked one long finger. Chris was laying soft kisses against Ebima’s neck when he felt a long, thin intruder in his ass. He gasped as the visitor wriggled deeper and deeper until it brushed against his prostate, bringing about a wave of pleasure that made his head spin momentarily. Ebima kissed him again, fiercely, demanding, all the while finger fucking the boy. Chris moaned into Ebima’s mouth, louder and louder until the bubble of euphoria burst within him, sending several ropes of spunk onto both their stomachs.
Chris leaned against Ebima’s chest, panting. “I’ve never…Felt…Never done that…With anyone.” Ebima laughed, sending another shiver through Chris’ body. Chris feebly punched his shoulder. “Stop…Don’t do that.” Ebima laughed again and laid Chris down against the pillows. He leaned forward to kiss the boy again, and worked his way lower. “Ohh…I can’t…I don’t have the strength.”
“You do not need it, my lover. I will do everything.” Chris was content to lay there, and bask in the warm wet kisses trailing down his body, but was shocked when he felt Ebima’s tongue in his asshole. He pushed at his shoulders. “Don’t…Not…Not clean. Don’t…Please.” Ebima sat up a bit and laughed. “Not clean?” He spoke while idly fingering the boy’s hole, causing Chris to make small sounds and wriggle. “Why, you’re the perfect shade of pink down here, my lover.” Chris opened his mouth to say something sarcastic, but what left it was a lusty scream as Ebima’s tongue proved longer than the average human’s.
The boy’s body bucked as Ebima’s tongue slid over the most intimate parts of him. “Ahh…AHH. Oh, shit! Ahh! AHH!” Chris gripped the sheets beneath him, arching his back. He was dangerously close to cumming yet again, when Ebima sat up and ran a soft hand up and down Chris’ solid member. “Don’t…Don’t play with me…” Ebima smiled and pulled Chris’ hips forward, wrapping the boy’s legs around him.
“As you wish, my lover.” Without pretense or any sort of warning, Ebima plunged inside of the boy’s asshole, and fucked him with long, quick thrusts. He gripped Chris’ hips and plunged in and out of him with reckless abandon. Chris bent his legs, to put his feet on Ebima’s ass cheeks, screaming in pain and pleasure. The pain didn’t last long, it didn’t stand a chance against the waves of pleasure flowing the through his body. “Ahh, AHHHH, Oh FUCK, don’t stop, Ebima, don’t FUCKING stop!”
He shouted as his new lover pounded his ass mercilessly. Ebima leaned forward, bending Chris’ legs, holding himself above the boy with one hand, holding the boy to him with another. Chris clutched Ebima’s waist and back, howling with pleasure. As he grew closer and closer to climax, Chris heard a deep reverberating growl. It took him a while to realize they were coming form Ebima himself. The growls grew louder until Ebima plunged himself in Chris as deep as he could go, arching his back, and spilled his demon seed into the boy’s bowels. Chris screamed and came with him, soaking both of their chests.
Chest heaving, Ebima held himself shakily above Chris. “Did…Did you enjoy that, my lover?” Chris tried twice to speak, and finally settled for nodding. Ebima laughed, pulled out of Chris, and collapsed beside him. He laid against another mound of pillows, and pulling Chris up to him, positioning their bodies, so that they were both on their backs, Chris laying on his chest.
Ebima laid a soft kiss on Chris’ forehead and spoke against it. “I must return you to your world my lover. May I call upon you again in the future?” Chris coughed and spoke with a raspy voice. “You can-You can call on me…Whenever you like.” Ebima chuckled and lifted Chris into an embrace. Chris buried his head in the hollow of Ebima’s neck and fell asleep. He woke to the morning nurse bustling to get his vitals. Chris complied and the nurse left soon after, making noises about him possibly being discharged soon, and Chris laid in his bed, wondering if he’d dreamed the entire thing.
He waddled to the bathroom for his morning piss and froze when her saw hickies on his neck and stomach. Chris slowly reached around a slipped one finger up his ass. He came back with a fingertip coated with spunk. He stared for a long time at that seed, before licking it off his finger. He had his piss and went to the sink to wash his hands. He looked around to get a paper towel and jumped when he saw Ebima in the mirror. The demon smiled at him and blew him a kiss. He whispered, “Soon, my lover.” And Chris laid a hand against the mirror as Ebima disappeared. He smiled to himself and whispered, “Soon.” Chris chuckled to himself, and walked back to his bed, wondering what was on TV.