Cum in his mouth

"Oh, master! Oh, Harold! Oh, fuck!" you shout as your nuts draw up and expel their creamy load. He makes a startled sound, a look of surprise on his face as you spill yourself in his mouth. He forgets to swallow and thin dribbles of white leak from the corners of his mouth before he pulls back. One last spurt of cum flies from your cock and lands on his cheek. Finally, he swallows hard and takes a gasping breath before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Thank you, Harold," you say, leaning down and licking the fleck of cum from his cheek. "That was the best blow-job I've ever had."

He blushes as he struggles to his feet. You catch hold of his arm to steady him as his knees wobble. Then he looks at you frowns. "Hang on, wasn't that the only blow-job you've ever had?"

You grin and give his cheek a pinch, like you might to a child who has just said something clever. "And so smart, too. How did I ever get so lucky?"

Harold pulls out of your grasp and rubs his cheek, but he's smiling, too. "I think I'm the lucky one," he says, and then grows very serious. "No, I know I got lucky. Damn lucky." His hands begin to shake. "I- I mean, you- you could--"

You silence him with a kiss, your tongue sliding past his startled lips. You both know what you could do to him, and you find yourself **** to discuss the options, lest you decide that one of them would be more fun. You don't want to hurt him, but you are a demon, and you don't even trust yourself not to give in to your dark nature. When you pull back, he is breathless, his eyes glassy and unfocused.

"Now then," you say, drawing his attention, "while I would like nothing more than to fuck you senseless, repeatedly, you are only human -- frail, fragile, mortal. I don't want to break you, but I need the energy, the power that comes from sex and pleasure. I need more, and I don't want to hurt you trying to get it. Do you understand?"

He hesitates, then nods. "I think so." His gaze travels back up the rise, to where the hiker is standing, right where you told him to stay. "I feel like an idiot for getting jealous," Harold says. "There's no way I'll ever be able to satisfy you."

"No human could," you say. "I'm a fucking demon. Now..." You rub your hands together and lick your lips. "Let's go play with our new friend, shall we?" As you turn to walk back to the hiker, Harold catches you by the arm.

"Or, you could let him go, and I'll take you back to my place," he suggests. "A little rest and I'll be ready to give it another go."