Page 23 of Cuddly Demon

I rub my eyes, grateful for the sleep. After three thousand years in a mausoleum, you'd think I wouldn't need any more rest, but you'd be wrong.

In the tomb, my rest was fitful. Plagued by nightmares.

In Saint's dorm room? Well, it relaxes me. Nothing beats closing my eyes and enjoying amazing dreams.

The smells of his gorgeous body on his pillow and sheets infiltrate my dreams, bringing him to life before I’m even passed out.

My heart stutters in my chest as I realize that I'm falling for this beautiful boy.

Hard.

"Knock it off," I grumble, scratching my muscular chest. "You've got to focus on finding your last master's descendants. Thoughts of truly becoming one with Saint can wait."

But all my reservations fade to the wings when Saint enters the bedroom in the cutest pair of pajamas I've ever seen—with a rosy flush on his cheeks.

He curls up beside me, slipping under my arm and resting his cheek on my chest. He doodles a heart on my neck with his index finger, then kisses my chin. "Hey."

"Hey, beautiful boy." I peck his forehead. "Mind telling me why you look so cute?"

Saint blushes even harder. "I... tried my toys."

Ooh. La. La.

With a groan, I adjust my dick under the sheets. "You did, eh?"

"Sure did."

"Tell me which ones you tried. Go on. Don't be shy."

"I did the first two anal plugs," Saint muses, tapping his chin. "Then, the vibrator. Oh—and I beat off."

"I'm proud of you, beautiful boy. You overcame your fears about exploring your body and tried something new."

Saint leans close to my ear. "I liked it. A lot."

Something tells me Saint is ready to try more things with me.

My heart thrums and jumps for joy.

I tuck a strand of his curly chestnut hair over his left ear. "I can tell. You can't keep secrets from me. I'm a demon. I sense your energy shifting and flowing. So, tell me. What did you think of it?"

"It felt... glorious. Like I was in control of my own pleasure for the first time ever. I never knew it could be like this."

"It can be anything you want it to be. Anything at all."

"I know," Saint whispers, lifting his chin so his lips can meet mine.

We kiss for a few moments, our tongues exploring each other's mouths. I can't help but growl when I feel his sweet breath against my lips.

Saint snuggles closer, his breath tickling my neck. "I'm glad you like that I used the toys. I feel like I can trust you with anything."

Saint trusts me. I never thought this day would come.

I kiss the top of his head. "I'm so proud of you for telling me that. Thank you for making me feel special. Like I'm treating you right. That's what I want to always do. No matter if I'm helping you with your coursework, analyzing Shakespeare, or helping you love your body in all ways."

Saint smiles and nods. "Can we... explore more together? I want to experience more. I wasn't ready before, but I am now."

This is it.