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King Maker

Part 2: My Demon's, Demon's

Sneak Peek

Raul's life couldn't have been going better since he met Jace. After that night at the bar the wolf had contacted the rat on a regular basis. They first went out to dinner to get to know each other and somehow that sly wolf got him to fuck that spade senseless in the alleyway behind the restaurant. He then took Raul to a park for a walk. They each had a cigarette, Raul bummed one of the wolf, and Jace made a clumsy joke about smoking a fag and Raul found himself rolling in the bushes with the wolf again. It was like he couldn't resist the damn wolf.

The way that wolf found ways to ensnare him into sex was almost unnerving, or it would be if they were compatible breeding wise. Jace informed the rat that he couldn't get him pregnant, obviously his heat would have subsided if that were the case, but that damned wolf was like some sex demon with his heat off the rails. No matter how hard they fucked or how often, he just wanted more. It was hella hot, but also...disturbing? Raul felt like he was becoming a piece of means more by the day, but the times between the nut busting and pussy spade popping were filled with so many other things. The two watched the same shows, geeked out about the same card games, and were killer at smash bros, but somehow the wolf would turn it into sex. Especially the smash bro's thing. Not that Raul minded, he found it exceedingly more fun by the day.

Except today.

"Come on bro, it's just one day," Jace brushed his lips against Raul's neck. "Every moment away from you is one less moment together, tied in ecstasy, making a fucking mess."

"I know dude," Raul sighed. "But I really need to get to class today. We're starting a new unit and I can't fall behind."

"I'll show you how one really falls behind someone," Jace murred into the rat's ear.

The wolf draped himself over the rat from behind as Raul tried to pull his backpack up. The wolf was dressed in nothing but a tight shirt, his spade dripping his heat onto the floor as he nuzzled the Rat's ear, his tongue flicking over one of his piercings. Raul was in his typical all-black attire, only this time a streak of purple was in his hair. Jace had died it saying it made the rat look more punk.

"You really do drive a hard bargain," Raul smirked, turning his head to look back at the wolf looking down at him. Their lips met and Jace put his tender hand on the rat's throat, his claw tips lightly brushing against the rat's Adam's apple as it quivered in their kiss. Their lips broke and Raul could swear he saw a puff of purple smoke. The rat's cock throbbed hard, painfully so.

"N-No, I really got to go," Raul sighed, the smell of that thick heat making his head a little fuzzy. "I...I got to get to class."

"Such a good student," Jace smirked, his wolfish teeth gleaming. "You've been working so hard, I'm sure you can take one day off." The stud was so huge compared to the rat it was almost funny that Raul was the top. Not that he felt small when he was pounding that pussy. That spade felt electric, almost damn sinful with how sweet it was.

"Maybe..." Raul shook his head, the slight purple tint to his blue eyes faded. "No, sorry dude. I promise I'll come back and slam that pussy after I'm done working out with Eric."

"Fine," Jace sighed. "Just make it back as soon as you can."

"You can bet your sweet ass on it," Raul bit his lip, his buck teeth shinning. The permanently tired eyes of the rat scanned Jace's fit body up and down before he slipped on his converse and left the wolf's apartment.

"Fuck, I'm so tired of this fucking curse," Jace muttered as he locked the door. Jace grabbed his phone from the counter and pulled up his speed dial and smacked his first contact. The various unanswered calls flashing across the screen before a new call was logged as outgoing.

"Gilles, pick up the damned phone," Jace snarled as the phone continued to ring. Then he heard a phone ring behind him.

"Geez, you're so fucking obsessed with me," a voice spoke from behind him.

Jace's eyes went wide as he spun around. There, standing in the living room was a goat. The lean man stood there with his phone ringing as he swiped the call to ignore. He wasn't his bulking jock form, but a wide hipped twink.

"Well, I'm here, what do you wa-"

Jace lunged forward and gripped the goat by his jacket and slammed him against the wall. The goat had silver piercings on his brow and horns, several silver rings were on his fingers, and his inky black sclera accented the glow of his violet eyes.

"Remove the damned curse you fucking asshole!" Jace snarled, lifting the goat off his hoofs, in doing so, Jace's shirt rode up exposing the tattoo on his stomach. The heart with its swirling elegant designs framing his Adonis belt.

"Is that why you've been blowing up my phone?" Gilles smirked and looked up as though he were pondering. "And I thought you had a real emergency." Gilles' eyes snapped to look at Jace, his rectangle pupils burrowing into the wolf demon's reptilian ones. "My mistake."

"Remove the fucking curse, or I'll fucking gut you from taint to teeth!" Jace was wild, his pussy dripping audibly onto the carpet. His need was thick and obvious as his dark spade was swollen and puffy, glowing with the demonic heat.

"Hmmm...no, I don't think you've learned your lesson just yet," Gilles smirked and put his hands up. "You thought you were stronger than me."

"I_am_ stronger than you," Jace snarled, jostling the goat against the wall.

"Then why can't you remove that little curse mark, huh?" Gilles' eyes gleamed with mischief.

"You know damned well why I can't," Jace snarled, a wet alligator growl rolling through his chest.

"You're right, I do," Gilles eyes burned with power. "All that power and you can't fucking use it. It's like it doesn't exist." Gilles chuckled again but continued before Jace was going to snarl another threat. "I can take care of it for you though."

Jace froze, his pupils returning to normal, "You...you will?"

"Oh, who could resist knocking up such a good little pup like you?" Gilles patted Jace's face, only the last time he slapped a little harder and Jace was brought back to his time in the demon's breeding den. A never ending string of sex and degradation between the dominant goat and his enthralled jock Peable. Jace yipped, his knees giving out and falling down as his spade quivered, his demonic essence glowing a neon purple as it dribbled between his legs.