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“Possessed? Not yet. But you’re going to be.” The demon stripped down to nothing, pretty as you please.
    Jericho couldn’t breathe. He’d never looked at a male and seen him the way he now saw Seino. With carnal need. Has to be the amulet.
    “What did you do to me?”
    “Ah, I think the question is, what did you do to me?” Seino walked forward, and Jericho realised they no longer stood in the same place as before.
    Around them, the woodline and vegetation looked slightly different, covered in red. Like the colour of Seino’s eyes. His bare feet matted soft green grass, and there were stakes in the ground attached to chains. And manacles.
    “Why are you naked? Why are we here? What the hell, man?”
    “Tsk, tsk. Come, Jericho. Time to play with your new master.”
    Jericho stood flummoxed, not having anticipated any of this. “Wait. What?”
    Before he could argue the point, Seino touched him again. Jericho blinked to find himself on his knees, naked, his ankles locked to the chains staked into the ground. His arms up and spread, attached to manacles chained to the trees. To the trees? Naked?
    “Spread those knees a bit more. Good. Let’s give me nice access to that cock.”
    To Jericho’s mortification, he was harder than steel. His balls felt heavy, his shaft thick. The pre-cum moistening his tip was there for a black-as-sin demon with fangs and a very hungry expression.
    “Look, Seino. This is way beyond anything I signed up for.” Jericho struggled but couldn’t break free from his bonds. His nerves stretched tight, not due to fear, but to anticipation. And that made no sense at all.
    “I had no intention of making this permanent either. But you did put the amulet on me.”
    “I—What? Permanent?” Before Jericho could ask exactly what that meant, Seino moved behind him. Jericho tried to look over his shoulder but caught nothing more than Seino going down on his knees. “What the fuck are you doing back there?”
    “Not yet, Jericho. We’ll get to the fucking soon enough. Be patient.”
    “Dammit. That’s not what I—oh shit.”
    Jericho strained against the chains, shocked at how good Seino’s tongue felt swirling around his asshole. Seino pried his cheeks apart with cool hands, but that tongue felt like a blaze of red hot need as it licked his rim.
    Seino cupped his balls as he shoved his tongue farther into Jericho’s ass. Fuck if Jericho didn’t want to blow. His cock literally hurt, his arousal painful and sudden and right there.
    “Damn. Let me go,” he said on a breath, wishing he sounded surer of himself and less desperate to come.
    “So good. What a tight little hole,” Seino murmured and increased his grip on Jericho’s balls. “You’re big, aren’t you, bear?”
    Those magical fingers stroked and tugged, then crept up and around Jericho’s balls to his shaft. When Seino slid his fingers up to curl around his cock, Jericho couldn’t help groaning and thrusting forward, away from the tongue at his ass and into a grip he needed to be firmer. How the hell could he be so hard for a male, and a demon at that?
    “Not a demon. Kin. Athmae,” Seino corrected. ”Like you, Dark Walker.”
    Before Jericho could protest, Seino released him and circled around to his front. Then the large male kissed him, and the kiss was unlike anything he’d ever felt. The musky taste of himself aroused him. No fear of disease or nastiness, not on the sweet breath of a magical creature built to please. The foreign thoughts and suggestions swirled in his mind, and he knew Seino had somehow put them there.
    They connected more than physically, but mentally as well.
    Seino changed the angle of his kiss, pressing harder as his fangs nipped and his tongue surged while he shoved into Jericho’s belly.
    “That’s right. I’m big and getting bigger. And I’m going to fuck you thoroughly.” Seino groaned and trailed kisses down Jericho’s body, lingering on his nipples. “This fur is soft, not