Chapter One

I took one last look around my apartment. It was almost empty. There were a few boxes of things still left. On each box, there was a letter to a person who the box would go to. The contents of the boxes were mementos and things that were given to me. I wouldn’t be needing any of it after today. Today was the day I was going to kill myself.

I grabbed my bag. There were only a few things left to do now. One was to drop my car off at an old friend, Charlie’s farm house. The place where we met. My family worked for his. He would find the letter I wrote him on the front seat. I hoped that he would accept my apology for ruining our friendship.

I drove to his house. Blaring my radio and enjoying the drive out to the country. I knew that he wouldn’t be home. He was on a business trip out of the country. I had confirmed it three times to make sure.

Charlie lived out nearly in the middle of nowhere. It was a family home, and he could never bring himself to sell the farm. It was a beautiful place. I was going to kill myself close by. My heart was racing in anticipation. I was excited. I was going to be dead soon. My pain would be gone.

I pulled into the long gravel road that led up to his house. The house was eerily dark. I turned off my headlights and drove by the light of the moon.

I pulled close to the house. There was no real place to park, but I hoped he wouldn’t mind. I’d be dead, he wouldn’t be able to complain anyways. I left the letter on the front seat, along with my keys.

I grabbed my bag out of my passenger seat, closed the door and said goodbye to the car. I felt silly, but I loved my car. It had gotten me through a lot in the past.

I walked for a while on the property. I walked around petting the cows, sheep, pigs and alpacas before wandering the apple orchard. I plucked an apple, wiped it on my shirt and ate it as I made my way to the pond.

This pond is where Charlie and I had our affair. He was engaged to a wonderful woman. Then, we screwed everything up. I screwed everything up.

We got drunk out by the pond one night with him. I admitted to him that I had always had a crush on him. He joked about never being with a man before. Then, I asked if I could kiss him to see if he even liked boys. I thought it would be a funny joke, that he would never take me up on the offer and I never expected him to make love to me by that pond.

As I approached the pond, I started to sob. It looked beautiful. The moon reflecting on the water. The sleeping ducks floating. The crickets chirping. The slight breeze carrying over the smell of fresh cut grass and wildflowers. This felt like bliss.

I pulled a blanket out of my bag and laid it out. I sat down to rummage through my bag. I pulled out a bottle of water, lemonade, a decent sized bag of special shrooms and a bottle with a cocktail of pills that would put me to sleep.

I didn’t want a messy death. Nor did I want someone to have to clean up such a mess. I thought having a nice trip while slipping out of existence would be my best way to do it.

I checked my phone. It was almost 1 am. It was time. I wanted to do it before dawn. I knew one of the farmer’s hands on staff always checked the grounds and would find me. I said sorry for the future trauma dude out loud as I started taking handfuls of shrooms, chewing them and washing their gods awful taste out of my mouth. Soon the bag was gone. I chugged the rest of the lemonade. Thankfully, I had gotten the large bottle.

Next was the pills. A concoction of stuff I had found in my medicine cabinet. Pain pills from a tooth extraction, some allergy stuff, a butt load of prescribed sleeping pills and I think some molly or something that someone had left at a party. I wasn’t going to feel a thing. I was sure of it. I would simply stop breathing, but I’d be too high to care.

I took a few at a time. My gag reflex was never there during sexual encounters, but once a pill was on my tongue I was retching until I could taste bile. I took my time. Why rush? It wasn’t like someone was going to stop me.

No one knew of my plan. When I left work on Friday, I wished everyone a happy weekend and that I would see them on Monday. I did my weekly check in calls with my parents. I even turned in all the projects I had been working on into my superiors.

I sighed and laid back. I stared at the stars. Counting them, naming them, trying to remember where the planets were, until they started to get fuzzy. It was like everything kicked in all at once. I was sleepy, pain free and honestly, tripping my balls off.

I struggled to keep my eyes open. The stars were moving. It was beautiful, but my eyelids were so heavy. I had to close them.

Multicolored lights danced behind my eyelids. Morphing and changing. They were creating such a colorful world.

I felt weightless. I felt like I was floating up, and up, and up. I decided to open my eyes. There was a portal, the rest was darkness all around me. The portal in front of me was glowing gold. It was open to a brightly lit field of flowers. Was this the afterlife or was I tripping?

I stepped through the portal. The smell of the wild flowers hit me like a ton of bricks. It was so pungent. I looked around. I turned to look at the portal, but it was gone. No going back.

There was a field of flowers, what looked to be a house with smoke coming from it way off in the distance and next to me, a pond. I walked over to it and stared at my reflection. It took me a moment to realize that what I was looking at was not my face.

What I saw in my reflection was a beautiful, tiefling man. His skin dark blue, his eyes black with blue irises, full light blue/pink lips and a cute nose. His horns curled like a ram’s. I kept inching my face closer and closer to the water. I was stunned at what I saw.

I reached to touch my face. The reflection moved with me. Was it my face? Damn, these shrooms were amazing. Best trip of my life. I reached up higher to touch the horns. They were sharp and rough under my fingertips. I checked my hands. They were the hands of a tiefling for sure. Long, knobby fingers with dark claws for fingernails.

I looked down at my body only to find I was completely naked. I was shocked at how good my body looked. I had never been this physically fit before. I had always been skinny, but never muscular in the slightest. Even my dick was bigger. Damn. This would have been a fun trip to brag about.

I didn’t know what to do in this world? Dream? Hallucination? Whatever I wanted to call it. It was mine, and I would go where I pleased.

I made my way to a path that led up to the house. I took time to gather some flowers. I wove a crown from the flowers as I walked. Placing it on my head when I finished. The house was still so far away, but I could see a clothes line and some people outside.

Then, the birds stopped chirping. The wind stopped blowing. I couldn’t smell the flowers anymore. Everything around me dimmed.

Out of a portal, appeared a woman. She was small. It felt like I was looking down at a child. She was cute. Little button nose, small pouty lips, and the coolest light purple eyes. They looked like little jewels. Her skin was dark purple. Her wiry curls sticking out in an Afro.

“There you are!” She huffed. She sounded like she had been running. She put her hands on her knees. She was trying to catch her breath.

“Are you okay?” I asked, my new voice was deep. Much deeper than the light, flamboyant voice I was used to. This voice was smooth, deep and alluring.

“No... I’ve been to several different planes looking for you.” She looked at me with disgust. I don’t know why she was so pissy. I made a face back at her.

“Well, you found me. What do you want?” I spat at her. I put my hands on my hips. Feeling my clawed hands on my skin gave me the chills. It sent a shiver up my spine.

She looked stunned. She started rubbing her hands together. She had on lots of rings. Silver, gold and jewels covering most of her small hands. They clinked together as she rubbed them over and over. She shook them to try to get herself to stop.

“We have a slight issue.” She paused. Her voice was soft and solemn. “Your soul was supposed to go to a different place. Instead, your soul was swapped with another. They arrived at your destination. You were reincarnated here.” She said pointing down at the ground.

My mouth went dry. What did she just say? Reincarnated? There was no way. This was a cruel joke from the gods or something. There would be no way that I would have been reborn after killing myself. I laughed nervously. I watched her face grow sadder. Fuck. She was serious. I felt myself gag.

I fell to my knees as I started to dry heave. What the fuck? What was I going to do? I couldn’t be ALIVE again?!

“I am so sorry sir.” She placed her hand on my shoulder. She rubbed it slightly as she began to tell me what had happened. “In your enlightened state, your soul was swapped with another. They have already been ushered to their correct place. Something similar to this world, but not exact. You have been born into this body. You’re normally supposed to start off as an infant and grow into your new surroundings, but we’re not sure what happened in this case.” She took a deep breath.

“However, I know the mistake was on our end, but this isn’t something I can correct on my own. I would have to get my higher ups to help. I can file an appeal for you if you’d like.”

I took a deep breath and held it. Why was she talking like she was a customer service rep? Higher ups? Appeal? Is the afterlife a bureaucracy? I exhaled slowly. I pushed her hand away, then I stood up. I glowered down at her. My hands on my hips again.

“What do you mean? For an angel you suck.”

“First, I am not an angel and my name is Aleron. Second, I am a spirit assistant. I help spirits get from one place to another. Third, this type of thing is rare. There have only been a few instances of this happening.” She said, crossing her arms over her chest. “Do you want me to file the appeal or not?”

“What does the appeal entail?”

“Well, I would have to get a god involved. Sometimes, it can take a while to get things in motion. I would have to fill out some forms and try to get a meetin---”

“How long does this kind of shit take?!” I interrupted. My voice boomed when I yelled. It scared the both of us. She looked frightened. She was half my size. I shifted. I rubbed the back of my neck. Tension from the stress was already settling in. I sighed.

“Listen. I know it’s not your fault.” I started to cry. “I just wanted to be dead. I didn’t want this.” I could see tears forming in her eyes. She blinked them away.

“I am so sorry. We have the option for appeal or you can...” She trailed off. She whispered. “Or you could kill yourself again...”

I growled. I felt the vibrations rise from my chest and grow heavy in my throat. She backed away from me. It had taken me months to plan out and execute my suicide plan. I didn’t want to have to do that again. Absolutely not, but I didn’t want to live either.

“Isn’t there like a soul waiting area or something? Like a purgatory of sorts?” I asked. There had to be another option. She shook her head.

“We are efficient at getting souls to their destinations. There has never been a need for something like that. If it was just your soul that had been wandering around, I would have been able to take you with me, but you are now in that body. It is out of my hands.”

I grabbed fistfuls of my hair and started to scream. I screamed until nothing came out. I screamed until my voice was hoarse and my throat was dry. I dropped back to my knees and sobbed. Tears rolling down my face and splashing on the ground.

My depression won. I committed suicide. It was supposed to be the end of years of suffering. What now? Should I let it win again? I shook my head. I didn’t have it in me again. There was no way I would peacefully commit suicide again. I would never be that lucky.

“I promise. This world is nice. Or at least, it can be. The body you were born in has a bad representation, maybe you can prove this world wrong. Try to fight for peace.” She suggested. I looked at her with my tear filled eyes. I could feel the scowl on my face.

“Or I could make someone hate me enough to kill me. Then, I could be done with all this shit.” She grimaced. She scratched her head.

“I mean... that would be your choice, but in the meantime, I’ll go and try to see what I can do. I’ll be back later with an answer.” Then, with a wave of her hands, there was another portal. I thought about trying to jump through it. What could be the worst thing to happen?

“Before I leave. Here are some clothes and items to be useful.” A pile of clothes, a pair of boots, a couple of vials and a book appeared in her hands. I took them.

She ran her finger across my forehead. Images flashed through my mind. It was information overload. Hands moving in a systematic way, words and chants flowing through my brain. What the hell did she just do?

“I have instilled the gift of magic in you. Use it well.” Then, through the portal she went.

I sat on my knees, naked in the middle of this world with no knowledge. ‘The gift of magic’ wasn’t much help if I didn’t know how to use it. Just showing me some pictures in my brain wasn’t going to do shit.

I pulled on the clothes she had given me. A pair of black trousers, a black linen shirt with leather laces on the front, a vest that was black with sapphire blue stitching, a pair of black socks and boots. The boots were mid-calf and hard as fuck to get on. Who designed these things? I felt like I was on my way to a Renaissance festival. I’m sure it was the style of this world but damn.

I put the vials in my pants pockets and flipped through the book. It was a book of spells. At least I could try to learn magic. Seemed complicated and annoying, but there were diagrams and illustrations. I sighed. I tucked the book under my arm and continued my walk-up to the house.

A cottage from a fairy tale sat before me. Large stone walls, a thatched roof, vines of ivy and crawling branches of flowers weaving through the rocks. I could smell something cooking inside. The people I'd seen outside before were gone. I peeked in through the window. They were all at the table eating.

There were four adults. A woman who looked to be human, an Orc male who looked comically large at the table, an elven man, and another human man.

Their door was open. They were surprised when I knocked on the entryway. The orc stood and held up a dagger. All of the others ran to hide behind his giant frame.

“Get out of here, devil!” He shouted at me. Devil? Oh, right... she said that my kind weren’t favored. I put my hands up at my shoulders. The book fell from the crook of my arm.

“I just need some help.” I said quietly. I started to speak again, but I started stammering. I couldn’t finish my own thoughts. What should I have even told them?

‘Hey guys. I killed myself and ended up here.’ That wouldn’t have gone over well. Or maybe it would have, if I had the courage or ability to speak in the moment. I instead fell to my knees, covered my face with my hands and began to sob so uncontrollably, I began to gag.

I started internally berating myself. What the fuck was I going to do? I could have just insulted the Orc maybe,he would have killed me easily. Or, I could see what these people would do, and I could go explore this world. Getting killed on the first interaction of a game is always silly. I figured I might as well go find more trouble somewhere else. A more interesting way to die.

“Crush, leave him be. He seems helpless.” I heard the woman say.Soft footsteps moved towards me.

“AH AH AH! Don’t go near him. Devil’s are known for their trickery.” Crush scolded.

I tried to wipe my tears off my face. It was soaked. I rubbed my hands on my pants. I attempted to stand, but my legs were shaking. I just sat back down in defeat.

“Please... I woke up here. I---” I paused. I had to lie quicker. “I don’t remember anything from my past. I was as shocked as you guys when I saw my reflection in the pond.” I searched their faces as they all looked at one another. I felt more tears running down my face. I wasn’t lying completely. I was shocked to find a different face in the water, then the one I had woken up to for 50 years.

The woman gave the Orc a stern look. He huffed. He walked over to me and extended his hand. I grabbed it. He pulled me up off the floor with such gumption I nearly fell over.

The woman walked over to me. She picked my book off the floor and handed it to me. I gently took it. I whispered a thank you as I wiped my tears again. I felt pathetic.

“My name is Evelyn. My brother,” She pointed to the other human. They looked similar. The same green eyes. Cute button noses. Both had the same shade of reddish brown hair. The male’s lips were fuller, but the woman had a little pout. I was never into women, but I had to admit she was beautiful. Her brother was even hotter. I had to avert my eyes back to her to pay attention. “His name is Conner. You’ve met Crush. Then, there’s my husband, Eryn.”

Evelyn walked over to the elven man. He was drop dead gorgeous. Gender envy at its finest. I was in awe over the androgynous man before me. He had lilac grey skin, long white hair and sharp purple eyes. They seemed to bore into me. His features seemed soft, yet sharp. He had a vicious look about him. Like he could spit venom. I shifted in place. I was nervous. There were so many opportunities to fuck up.

“Evie, maybe we'll send this one on its way, hmm?” Crush said behind me, I felt his breath on my neck. My new form was tall, taller than the elf, and humans, but the Orc easily had another foot on me. I felt like I was seven feet tall. I was tiny as a human man. This was going to take a minute to get used to. Time to put on my charm. I used to role-play in my world, I could totally do it here. I didn’t know anyone personally, so I could fake it till I made it.

“All I’m asking is a place to lay my head for the night. Maybe a meal if you’re feeling generous.” I said, trying to sound sincere and helpless. It went over the way I wanted when Evelyn whispered something in her husband’s ear.

“Crush, go get another chair from the shed please.” Eryn said looking past me at Crush. Crush sighed harshly and I felt his breath again. This time it felt more moist. It gave me the ick. When I didn’t show anything, but gratitude, Crush rolled his eyes and left for the shed.

Evelyn showed me around the house. It was cute. A small log cabin complete with stairs and three bedrooms. Apparently, Conner, stayed on the property in a house to himself, so I could use the spare bedroom. I muttered a thank you as she left the room, shutting the door. I could hear her footsteps running down the stairs, then some shouting in another language.

I sat down on the bed. It was surprisingly comfy. The room was nice. Small, but everything was built beautifully. Carvings of vines and leaves decorating all of the pieces. A small desk with a high back chair, wardrobe, a nightstand and the posts on the bed. The headboard was carved as well, but it must’ve said something in elvish? The letters seemed elven.

I spread out on the bed. The blankets were soft, the pillows too. I rolled over and snuggled into them. They smelled like the sun. It reminded me of good days when I used to live on a farm. Weird. Never thought I’d miss that. I thought the trauma from childhood took care of all those pesky happy memories.

I heard two sets of footsteps coming up the stairs. I sat up before the door opened. Evelyn was opening the door for Eryn. He was holding a tray. There was a bowl of stew with steam rising from it with a plate of what looked like pita bread. Evelyn scurried away.

“I hope you’re hungry. I made these fresh.” He sat the tray on my lap. He sat at the desk as I took small bites. I felt uncomfortable. Maybe he poisoned it. Oh, shit. It took everything in me to swallow the bite I had in my mouth.

The bread was delicious. It was warm, with lots of flavor and a hint of sweetness. Like a corn cake. I think it was freshly buttered as well.

“The bread is absolutely amazing. Never tasted anything like it.” I complimented. Eryn was staring at me, an inquisitive look on his face. He was sitting back in the chair, his head tilted and one hand under his chin. The other arm was resting on the desk. He rubbed the bottom of his chin taking me in. Was he waiting for the poison to take effect?

“I promise I’ll bring the dishes down when I’m done.” I was hoping that he would leave, if the food was actually poisoned just let me die alone like an old farm cat.

“That’s not it. I was just wondering how to ask about your sexual proclivities.” He bluntly stated. My what? What did he just say?

“I’m wondering why you’re asking that being a married man.” I retorted, squinting my eyes. He smiled, licking, then biting his lower lip.

He stood and sauntered over to me. He sat close to me on the bed. Our thighs touching. My heart felt like it was going to pop from my chest. He reached out to delicately brush my hair from my face to tuck it behind my ear.

“My wife and I have an arrangement. She has her play thing and occasionally I want my own.” He ran his finger down my jaw line, it came to rest under my chin. Eryn was staring at my lips. “That is unless you want to play with her. Crush might be upset though. He’s the jealous type.”

Holy shit. Polyamory? Not what I was expecting at all. I cleared my throat. I took the tray from my lap. I placed it carefully on the nightstand. I turned to Eryn. I leaned in to whisper in his ear.

“Your wife is beautiful, but you are are more my type.” I whispered in his ear, trying to make my voice breathy and sensual. He shivered. I ran my lips across the shell of his ear. I gently kissed his earlobe, down his jaw before pulling away.

I grabbed his chin a little rougher than he expected, he flinched at my touch. I stared into his eyes. His face was trying to show no fear, but I saw a flash in those amethyst eyes. His stare was holding firm. As I held his chin in my hand, I ran my thumb across his lips. I leaned in, our noses almost touching.

“Do you really want to fuck a devil?” I asked, watching his reaction. I saw his breathing become labored. He licked his lips.

“Absolutely.” He answered, mashing our lips together. This was unexpected. I was thinking he would change his mind in the moment. There was no way I just happened to stumble in on such an interesting situation.

Though, I wasn’t me anymore. I wasn’t a severely depressed gay middle-aged man anymore. I was a young devil with no attachments to this world. There wasn’t anything I could do wrong really. Ideally, I just need to die soon, that way my soul could go to the right spot. I could act the way I wanted to in my old life. Confident. Sensual. Devious. Whatever I wanted this new man to be, I could be him.

I pushed Eryn back by his shoulders. He seemed surprised. I didn’t realize I was breathing heavily. I took a sharp deep breath in, slowly exhaled and took another deep breath in. I closed my eyes. Was I really going to go through with this? I needed to make a quick decision. When I opened my eyes, Eryn was pulling off his shirt, tossing it on the floor.

His bare skin was impeccable. It looked soft, smooth, like silk. I got an overwhelming urge to leave marks on his skin. To make him mine for a night. The things I could do to this man. I would ruin sex with his wife forever. I licked my lips. My mouth was watering. I guess it had been a while since I was in a sexual situation. It had been years now.

“You like what you see?” Eryn said, leaning in to brush the hair from my neck. He placed a quick kiss just above my collar. I shivered, a jolt of cold running up my spine. My dick pulsed. I heard myself let out a growl. Fuck. ‘What was that?!’ This body was going to be fun to learn. Eryn chuckled. “I guess you do.”

He ran his hand up my thigh grazing my erection. I let out a soft moan. It felt good to be touched. I wanted to throw him down on the bed, have my way with him, having him scream my name. Oh, my name. Should I make up a name? Billy didn’t seem like a Devil’s name that’s for sure.

‘Fuck. Think fast.’ I thought as Eryn kneeled down in front of me on the floor. I swallowed hard. ‘Holy shit. Think faster. This gorgeous man is about to put your cock in his mouth!’

Eryn was about to reach for the top of my trousers when Evelyn walked in. She looked surprised. ‘I bet he lied.’ I cleared my throat. It felt like there was a lump there, my mouth was now a desert.

“Ooh! Can I watch?!” She asked excitedly. I felt my mouth gape open. I was internally screaming. Eryn chuckled. He reached to take my pants off, I lifted my hips and leaned back on the bed, propped on my elbows. My body seemed to have a mind of its own. ‘I guess we’re gonna give her a show.’

When my erection sprang out, both Evelyn and Eryn gasped. I blushed. Audible gasps at my dick? Never in my human life. Gasps in disgust, maybe, but never in amazement. It was pathetic, small and nothing like what I was packing now. Thick, long, blue, with bumps and marks like the rest of my new skin. Eryn grasped it in one hand, his touch was soft, I moaned as he slid his hand up the length. I couldn’t tell if my dick was huge or if he had small hands.

He kissed the tip. I let my head lull back. ‘I might as well enjoy myself.’ He slowly kissed down the length, the sides, underneath, the top. His lips were soft, brushing against me as he moved. I was panting. I wanted to grab him by the hair, just force his mouth down, have my way with his mouth but I waited. My patience paid off when he put me into his mouth. His mouth was warm, wet and tight.

He worked slowly, too slow for my taste. I leaned on one elbow, the other arm extended and laced into his hair, just at the nape of his neck. He moaned as my fingers brushed against him. I gripped his hair. A garbled gasp around my cock made my toes curl. I set a quicker pace by pulling his head up and down my length. He gagged at my size. It made me more aroused, more primal feeling. Another low rumble of a growl escaped me.

“Oh my.” I heard Evelyn whisper from behind me. I glanced over to see her sitting at the desk watching. Entranced by the scene unfolding.

“I think your wife likes watching you suck a devil’s cock.” I surprised myself with what came out of my mouth. I was leaning into the character I was creating. Eryn moaned around me. I let go of his hair. I leaned forward, with both hands, I forced him down further. He gagged hard around my length. A chuckle escaped my lips. Now I knew how a Dom felt. It was addicting. I pulled him off me. My cock left his lips with a pop.

“Get up. Now.” I demanded. He nodded. As he stood, I grabbed his trousers and pulled them off. His erection slapping his stomach. I looked up at his face. His cheeks were more purple. His blushing also stirred something in me. I felt like I couldn’t breathe.

As I stood, I loomed over Eryn’s frame. He was easily almost six feet, but I still had to look down at him. I ran my hands across his chest, down his arms, then back up. He was toned, tall, smooth and soft. I felt my breathing become heavy. I leaned down into his neck. I took a deep breath in. He smelled amazing. He smelled like the bread he had made, but also like berries and citrus. A moan escaped me.

“You smell delicious. Now let’s see how you taste,” I whispered in his ear. I licked his neck. He shivered. I pulled back a little to see that goosebumps were popping up all over him. I ran my fingers across his chest where there were some new ones forming. He shuddered under my touch. Exquisitely responsive. I abruptly grabbed him under his arms, lifted him, then tossed him onto the bed. It was like he weighed nothing.

I glanced over at Evelyn. She was wide-eyed. Her hand covering her mouth. I smiled at her. I looked down at my clawed fingers. This wouldn’t do well for prep work. I tested by poking at the pads of my fingers. Yikes. Way sharper than expected.

“Evelyn, sweetie, do you have something that I can trim these down with?” I asked, holding up my hand, wiggling my fingers. She nodded, got up to leave and stopped at the door. She looked back to Eryn.

“Don’t start without me!” She called out before hurrying away.

I turned to Eryn. His long white hair draped around him. He was laying on his back. His hands at his sides, unsure of what to do. He was biting his lips looking at me. His eyes half lidded. A deep blush running across his elegant cheeks.

I crawled onto the bed on top of him. I ground my hips into his. Our erections rubbing together. A whimper escaped his lips. I had to take another deep breath. The primal urge in me was overpowering. I wanted to desecrate this man.

I leaned in to kiss him. I ran my lips across his. Barely brushing them against each other before placing a gentle kiss. Then another. Each kiss becoming more passionate than the last. He moaned into a kiss and I took the opportunity to slip my tongue into his mouth. He moaned again as I massaged his tongue with mine.

As we kissed, I let my hands explore him. I rubbed down his chest and found a pert nipple. I rolled it in my fingers before pinching it, not hard, but enough to elicit another whimper. I ran my thumb over the hard bud. More shivers. I pulled back from the kiss. I watched his face. His cheeks still flushed. His eyes glazed over. We hadn’t even really begun. This man had no idea. The power I had in this body, I was going to use it to my advantage. I had never been a top before. I felt like a God.

“Let me see your hand. I’ll take care of it while you take care of Eryn.” Evelyn said meekly. She sat on the edge of the bed next to us. She had a metal nail file in hand. I extended my right hand. I held out my index, middle and ring fingers into a three position. Those are the ones I needed most. I couldn’t wait for her to file all of them.

I kissed Eryn again. I pulled his bottom lip in between my teeth and bit down a little harder. I bit a little harder than I wanted to. Another whimper, and a few drops of blood came from his lips. I lapped up the blood. It was sweet, metallic and just another log on the fire of the primal urge.

I heard Evelyn make a whimper of her own. I felt her filing faster. I never looked away from Eryn. I kissed down his jaw, down his neck, kissing his collarbones. He wriggled underneath me. I nipped at his skin.

“Be a good boy and try to stay still.” I warned. I felt his erection throbbing against me. I pressed against him, trapping it between us. His little moans as I shifted on top of us were driving me mad. I laced my fingers in his hair, lifting his head for a gentle, wet, breathtaking kiss. He sucked in a breath when I pulled his head back.

“All done!” Evelyn exclaimed, rising from the bed and taking her seat at the desk again. A better view I’m sure. I took a look at my fingers. Polished, almost to the padding, perfect for what I needed them for. I made eye contact with her.

“Thank you, sweetheart. Now, please enjoy the show.” I said inserting my middle finger into my mouth, turning my gaze back to the man lying before me. I mustered up as much saliva as I could until my finger was nearly dripping when I pulled it out of my mouth. I leaned back into a kneeling position. I quickly pressed my finger to Eryn’s entrance. He took in a sharp breath, but he didn’t move. What a good boy. I ran my finger around the rim before slowly pushing in. He threw his head back. I leaned in and kissed his Adam’s apple.

With my free hand, I pressed on Eryn’s lower stomach. I was in search of his prostate. I wondered if he had ever been touched like this or even had an anal orgasm. If not, he was in for a real treat. Once a man had found mine, he had obliterated me, I was going to give Eryn the same treatment.

I pumped my finger in and out, crooking it, trying to find that magnificent spot within him. I pulled my finger out, put my middle and index fingers together, then spit on them before continuing on with my search. I scissored my fingers before tapping at his top wall, I felt like it was close. I looked down and realized my fingers weren’t all the way in. I pushed them in further. He grunted at the stretch. His hand flung out to grip my wrist. I kept my hand on his lower torso, but with a firmer touch.

I pulled my fingers almost all the way out, spit on them and his hole, then pushed in again. I angled my fingers trying to find that magical button. A long, low groan came from Eryn. My eyes flitted up to look. He was staring at Evelyn. Evelyn was flushed from her cheeks to chest. Her hand was snaking under her skirt. This was only the first act of the show. I couldn’t wait for her to see act two.

I pumped my fingers in Eryn. Pulling them almost out, then slamming them back in. He was wet enough that it was easy enough to stretch him. I moved my fingers in a come hither motion, Eryn jerked and finally broke eye contact with Evelyn. He whipped his head to look at me. I found it. Now it was time to destroy him.

I leaned down to take his cock into my mouth. It was nice, average length, and thickness. The shaft was the same color of light purple, but the tip was dark, more of a plum color. I licked the tip, swirling my tongue around it before slowly pulling him into my mouth. I kept my left hand on his lower stomach, while my right was buried in him.

As I sucked him leisurely, I tapped on that wonderful spot. Alternating my fingers. Tap, pull, tap, pull. Slow enough for it to feel good, but painfully good. I had been in Eryn’s shoes many times, I couldn’t wait to make him feel good. I must’ve been doing my job correctly. I felt his hands gripping my horns. It felt like he was trying to get me to go faster, but he didn’t have the strength to push me hard enough.

I picked up the pace on my mouth and fingers. Eryn was moaning loudly at this point. Whimpering. Panting. His body trembling. I popped him out of my mouth. He hissed at the loss of contact. I locked eyes with him as I I licked him from base to tip. He bit his lip, then whimpered. His face was even more flushed, the skin on his cheeks were such deep violet compared to the rest of him. Beads of sweat gathered at his brow. His hair looked damp around his scalp.

“Call me Master or Oskar, my pet. You are in for quite a treat.” I promised. I spit down onto his hole again, lubing my fingers. I added a third finger. He was tight, even after all my prep work. I pulled all three fingers out. Making eye contact, I gathered all the saliva in my mouth, held my fingers up to my mouth, stuck out my tongue and let all the spit drip down to my fingers.

Eryn’s body was quaking. I thrust all three fingers inside. Eryn moaned loudly. His back arching off the bed. I pushed him down with my free hand. I pumped my fingers in a few times before trying to expand them. He gripped my horns tighter. I took him back into my mouth. I moved my mouth up and down at a bruising pace. Taking him down into my throat with a moan.

“Please. Please. So close. It’s close.” Eryn begged. Oh, he was going to have to do better than that. I stopped my fingers, still buried inside him. I released him from my mouth. Eryn’s cries of distress only made my cock twitch.

“Please, what? You gotta be more specific sweetheart.” I said breathy onto the tip of his cock. My lips never left the tip as my lips caressed him.

“Please make me cum.” He paused, then swallowed hard. “Master.” He added. I growled. I started pumping my fingers in him again.

“That’s a good boy.” I said taking him back into my mouth. I fell back into the same rhythm as before. My crooked fingers hitting his prostate dead on. His moans sounded like screams. I was showing his prostate some brutality. He came with a scream. His legs were shaking around me. I didn’t stop. I wondered if he knew men could cum twice in a row.

He was struggling to get me off of him. He was trying to push me off by my horns. The more he fought, the more it awakened my primal urge. It wasn’t long before he came again. This time I swallowed his release, withdrew my fingers and let his now soft cock fall out of my mouth. He was panting, body quivering, covered in goosebumps and sweat. He let go of my horns.

“I told you that you were in for a treat.” I chuckled as I leaned back on my knees. I stared at him. Admiring the undoing of this elf. I leaned forward and gently kissed his navel working my way up to his neck. My hands massaged his thighs. It was all about the after care.

“I have never...” He started, but was still out of breath. I glanced over at Evelyn. She had her hand under her skirt, but it looked like she had got caught up in the show and stopped herself from being able to climax. She was probably worried about Eryn.

We heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Loud booms at each step. I swear I felt the house shake. Crush came barreling into the room. A scowl on his face. When he saw the scene in front of him, his scowl dropped into a shock. His eyes darted from Evelyn to me to Eryn back to Evelyn.

“I thought those screams were coming from you. I...” he walked closer to her. Kneeling in front of her. “Let the boys have some more fun. I’ll take care of you.” He said pushing his big hands under her skirt moving the fabric up her thighs.

I turned my attention back to Eryn. I cupped his cheek in my hand, leaned in and gave him a firm kiss. He whimpered, I slipped my tongue through his lips. I kissed him with a ferocity that even gave me a shiver. One side of my mouth turned up. I pulled back. The flush dissipated from his face. It wouldn’t be for long. I hope he liked his little break. Now it was my turn.

I moved on the bed to where I could flip Eryn around to his hands and knees. Seeing his ass in the air. I growled at the sight. I bit one of his ass cheeks. A yelp came from him. He tried to lurch forward. I grabbed his thighs and pulled him back.

I licked the rim of his opening. His gasp of surprise before turning into a moan felt like music. I licked at him again. He fell to his elbows. I pushed my tongue into him. He tried squirming away. I bit his ass again.

“Be a good boy. I’m not done with you yet.” I grabbed one of his ass cheeks in each hand, pulling him apart before shoving my tongue back inside. His moaning sounded almost painful. I’m sure he was overstimulated, but again, I wasn’t done.

I was trying to muster up enough saliva. I wanted him to be dripping wet before fucking him. I swirled my tongue eliciting more moans. Massaging his inner walls with my tongue. I could tell he was trying hard not to move. He started to tremble again. I let go of one of his cheeks to reach for his cock. He was hard again. I moaned into his hole.

“Master?” I heard him squeak out. Fuck this was fun. I wish I had tried this in my human life. I was honestly kind of upset that I never had before. I took my tongue out of him. I stuck a finger in. He was soaking wet inside. Perfect.

I moved up behind him. I took my cock into my hand. It was thicker than I thought, long and textured. I gave myself a couple of pumps before pressing the tip against his hole. I rubbed the length of my dick against it. He shuddered. Watching him down from this angle. His breathing was heavy. His face flushed again. Sweat beading at his brow. His hair was damp. I licked my teeth. I leaned in close. Putting my hands on either side of his head.

“Are you ready?” I whispered. He nodded. I licked the shell of his ear. His whole body shivered against me. I kissed his ear lobe. His body was immeasurably responsive. I gently kissed his neck, his shoulder, down his spine. Running my fingertips anywhere I could touch.

I settled myself back into position behind him. I gently lined myself up with his hole, pushing in the tip slightly. He felt hot, wet, tight . I pushed in a little more. My textured cock expanded him nicely. He was gripping the blankets. His eyes clenched shut. Biting at his bottom lip till the skin looked white. It was such a beautiful sight. I pulled out of him slightly, he exhaled. I let out a low groan, trying to make a laugh. By the Gods, I was so mad at myself for never trying this as a human. I was a God.

I tried thrusting in a bit more, Eryn took in a sharp breath, and clenched. I stopped. I massaged his lower back, his hips, and down his thighs. He slowly relaxed, releasing my cock. I threw my head back letting out a sigh. I placed my hands on his hips with a firm grasp. I slowly pulled him onto my dick. He rubbed his face into the blankets, moaning wildly.

I heard obscenely loud moaning, not coming Eryn. I glanced over to see Evelyn and Crush gone. I heard knocking of the bed against the wall from the hallway. I was disappointed. I wanted her to watch, but I was kind of relieved. I didn’t want to have a measure off with an orc.

I withdrew myself and flipped him over to his back. I wanted to see his face when I entered him again. His bottom lip was swollen with a cut down the middle. That was my fault. I ran my thumb over the cut. He winced.

“Sorry about that.” I bent down to kiss the wound, licking it and tasting his blood. He snaked his hands in my hair, grabbing at the back of my neck, pulling me into him. He kissed me. Gently. Running his tongue against my lips. I opened my mouth slightly, his tongue slipped in. This kiss was passionate, romantic and not at all the vibe I was going for. I pressed my mouth against his harder taking control of the kiss. My tongue winning the fight for dominance.

I reached down, grabbed my cock and swiftly entered him, burying myself to the hilt.. He gasped into the kiss. I let him break it. I stilled, waiting for him to give me a signal to move. I wondered if he needed more time to stretch. I ground my hips into his. He felt unbelievably tight still.

“Please, Master. Please fuck me.” He whispered into my lips. I chuckled. I gripped his hands, pinning them to either side of him. Since he begged so nicely, I obliged.

I started to thrust a steady pace, slow to help him adjust to my size. He threw his head back, arching his body. I licked him from neck to chin, blowing on it, I watched him shiver as the goosebumps grew along the path.

I released his hands. I placed my hands on his hips. I took a deep breath in. I closed my eyes and exhaled. I had made it this far. There was no need to chicken out now. ‘Come on. Show him what your new body’s made of.’ I opened my eyes to look at him. Panting, waiting for me. I trailed my hands down to under his thighs, pushing his legs up. I looked down at myself inside him. I pulled from him, almost all the way out, spit on his hole and my cock, then slammed back into him. He shuddered. His dick bobbing at the thrust.

I pushed his legs up further. Burying myself deep within him. I thrusted hard. Slamming in. Pulling out to the tip, then slamming in again. His hands reached to grip my wrists. His nails digging into the skin. I shifted a little thrusting, I found his spot. The noises he was making, I wanted to cum, but I needed him to do it again first.

Since I found the spot, I picked a brutal pace and stuck with it. He was calling out my new name. Screaming it. He let go of my wrist to touch himself. He caught my gaze, I shook my head no. I felt a smile grow, licking my teeth. There was no way. He was only going to cum, if it was me making him, not his hand. He quickly put his hand back on my wrist.

I leaned forward slightly. Eryn bucked his hips under me. The pace was brutal. My grip on his thighs was going to leave bruises. He was panting, trying to moan, but not finding the strength. I was on the edge, waiting for his release before I could have my own. I felt sweat running down my back and forehead. I held my breath, searching his face for the release. With another few thrusts, Eryn clenched down on me and came. Seeing him cum was just what I needed, with a final thrust I buried myself in him as I came. He rocked his hips under me. I spasmed inside him.

I nearly collapsed on top of him. I was exhausted. I kissed him before withdrawing myself and rolling off to the side. We laid in silence for a while, breathing heavy. Well, not complete silence. We could hear Evelyn still moaning. Crush obviously wanted a competition.