#terrorblade

When Dragonus had first met Terrorblade, he had been stunned by the beauty of the demon’s wings. He had wanted to run his fingers over them, had wanted to feel the texture of the feathers, the strength of the muscles holding them. They were so different from the wings of a skywrath, Dragonus had been more than curious.

He had learned rather fast that Terrorblade not exactly liked for others to touch his wings. He was a demon, bonding over preening wasn’t a part of his life, therefore no one had done it for him during all his life.

It meant his wings were sensitive and where preening was a normal activity for Dragonus to share with others, it was nothing Terrorblade had experienced before.

It also meant that it was far mor intimate for the demon than it was for a skywrath.

They had been together for a while, had sex on a regular basis and had formed an astonishing tight bond (for a demon and a skywrath) including trusting and taking care of each other. And still Terrorblade had been reluctant to let Dragonus touch his wings.

Because they were not simply sensitive, but touching them was highly sensual for Terrorblade. Sexual.

That had intrigued Dragonus, of course.

Terrorblade was lying on his stomach in bed, wings drawn in as tightly as possible. Not because he didn’t want Dragonus to touch them, but because he knew how strong his reaction would be.

He was torn between fear and anticipation, his heart hammering in his chest even before anything had happened.

“If it gets too much, tell me.” Dragonus was aware of Terrorblade’s conflicted emotions, though the demon wouldn’t admit to it.

He wasn’t even sure if he would say when it got too much but then he was sure Dragonus would notice anyway. After having been in a relationship for years, the skywrath had learned to read the demon, to understand him, even when he didn’t talk.

At the first brush of Dragonus’ soft hand over his wings, Terrorblade flinched and tried to pull them even tighter against his body. It was an instinctive reaction, born from centuries of avoiding touch.

Dragonus wasn’t deterred. Instead he pushed a hand between the demon’s shoulder blades, anchoring him with the simple touch and at the same time forcing him to open his wings as he pressed against the back muscles. It wasn’t exactly forceful, but it wasn’t gentle, either.

Terrorblade swallowed the whiny sound lodged in his throat but he couldn’t suppress the hitch in his breath.

He pressed his eyes closed, his muscles tense. He could get up and walk away, if he wanted to. The skywrath wasn’t strong enough to constrain him, not even with his magical abilities, but despite the discomfort, Terrorblade wanted to be touched. He wanted to feel Dragonus’ hands on his body, stroking him, petting him.

Wings spread wide now, Dragonus settled on one side of the demon’s body. His hand remained between his shoulder blades, though without pressure. He would use the position, should Terrorblade fold his wings again.

The demon took a deep breath, knowing what was to come. His body hummed as he was overly conscious of the skywrath at his back, was conscious of every movement he made.

Before Dragonus’ fingers traced the muscles of the first wing, he knew, shivering. And then, when the touch came, he had to fight against the overwhelming sensations. His body hardened, awareness flooding through him. He gripped the bedsheets, his claws probably cutting through the fabric, but he couldn’t make himself loosen the grip.

His cock was hard in an instant, all muscles tensed and his heart beat almost painfully in his chest.

In contrast to his almost violent reaction, Dragonus’ touch stayed light. Tender, as he traced the muscles on the top to the tip of the wing, then combed his fingers carefully through the long feathers.

Terrorblade shivered and the skywrath pressed his hand more firmly against his back. Terrorblade’s cock throbbed as his wings spread as far as possible, unfolding the last inch that had been missing.

“Your wings are so pretty,” Dragonus murmured, his voice as soft as his hands. Carefully he straightened a feather that had been bent and had actually bothered the demon. It had itched, and now the itch was replaced by the light brush of Dragonus’ fingers.

Only for a moment, before he moved on.

This was heaven and hell at the same time. Terrorblade was gripped by desire so strong it burned through him until he felt like he was on fire, until his whole body was throbbing, especially his cock, which was trapped against the bed. At the same time he was held in place by the gentle preening, not wanting it to stop, wishing Dragonus would go on forever.

He wouldn’t be able to lay still forever, not with his cock painfully hard and his heartbeat a dull drumbeat in his ears and his blood rushing through his veins and all he could think about was turning around and pulling Dragonus into his arms. He needed an outlet for the sensations that gripped him, but not yet.

Instead he held still, despite the desire that had gripped him. He whimpered as he tried to contain the moan rising in his throat. Dragonus was half-way finished with the first wing, how was he supposed to last through this?

“I love how your feathers feel, they are so much thicker than mine.”

Terrorblade could hear the smile in Dragonus’ voice, his pleasure at touching his wings.

When Dragonus switched sides (and hands), Terrorblade trembled with the effort of keeping his wings outstretched and his body motionless. The first touch on the other side was just as overwhelming as it had been on the first side. This time, he couldn’t contain the moan.

“Shh, you are doing so well.” And there, right above his hand, Dragonus pressed a kiss against Terrorblade’s back. It was such an affectionate gesture, the demon trembled even more. Sometimes he was overwhelmed by the love Dragonus felt for him. And by the love he felt for Dragonus.

Though the skywrath kept his touch gentle, the feelings coursing through Terrorblade were anything but. He hadn’t believed it possible, but he got harder with every stroke of Dragonus’ fingers, the desire kept burning higher, hotter, but still he remained motionless.

Heaven and hell. The most possible pleasure, until it hurt in his whole body.

And then, after Dragonus had finished with the second wing, he massaged the tense wing muscles, his fingers pushing into Terrorblade’s back.

The demon moaned as his grip on the bedsheets tightened until his knuckles turned white. He couldn’t hold still for much longer, especially when Dragonus straddled his legs, to lean onto his hands and put more pressure into the massage.

Because it also put more pressure onto Terrorblade’s aching cock.

Dragonus sensed that Terrorblade had reached the end of his restraint and slowly stroked over his back, palms flat against the demon’s skin. It felt amazing, all this contained strength, this power, underneath him.

Until now, the skywrath had tried to keep his touch as unsexual as possible, aware that it was extremely arousing for the demon even without him aiming for sexual pleasure. Despite his focus on the task, Terrorblade’s whimpers and moans had aroused him as well, and as he stood up, he got rid of his clothes as fast as possible.

He sighed as his cock sprang free. The last piece of clothing hit the floor and in the next second, Terrorblade had turned and pulled Dragonus onto the bed. His eyes glowed with desire and Dragonus’ breath caught at the intensity of his gaze. It caught again when he found himself flat on his back in another second, the demon looming over him.

“Can’t wait. Please tell me it’s okay.” He was trembling, shaking, with the effort to hold back and make sure Dragonus was all right. Though the preening had pushed him to the edge, the demon would never take without making sure it was fine to take. 

“Fuck me.” Not a fan of crude words, or crude bed-talk, the situation warranted it. To see Terrorblade this aroused and still holding himself in check, for him! Heat pooled into Dragonus’ cock and he desperately wanted for Terrorblade to fill him, so he could feel all the desire the demon felt.

With one hard thrust, Terrorblade was inside of Dragonus. He stilled, but only for a moment, then he groaned, before he started to fuck the skywrath, as he had asked for.

Terrorblade set a fast and hard pace, his wings spread wide as he held himself up over Dragonus and the skywrath was pushed to the brink of orgasm embarrassingly fast. Terrorblade felt amazing inside of him, hard and thick, and also amazing above him, as Dragonus ran his hands over the demon’s powerful body.

Suddenly the demon stopped, panting heavily. Dragonus whimpered a bit at the loss of friction and raised his hips, to chase said friction. He clutched at the demon’s shoulders, desperate to get him to move again. 

Terrorblade shifted his weigh, until he could wrap one hand around Dragonus cock and the skywrath moaned.

“I’m not gonna last any longer, you close?”

Why he even bothered to ask was a mystery to Dragonus. He was panting and moaning, his fingers digging into the demon’s skin to urge him on. He nodded as Terrorblade pumped his hand and pleasure thrummed through his body. Not as good as being fucked, but after his nod, Terrorblade snapped his hips.

Terrorblade groaned, then picked up the pace right where he had stopped. He kept his hand wrapped around Dragonus, and it took a handful of thrusts for the skywrath to tense and then, with a shout, tumble over the edge. He came, his hips bucking, cum shooting over Terrrorblade’s hand as he kept on wanking him. And then, with a loud groan, the demon came, too, pulled along by the tight grip of Dragonus’ body around his cock.

He thrust into the Skywrath as deep as he could, then kept grinding against him as his orgasm tore through is body with a force that almost had him seeing stars.

He collapsed, literally, after he was spent. This had certainly not been his best performance, but the preening had pushed him too close to the edge to hold on any longer. And at least Dragonus seemed to be as dazed as Terrorblade felt, his eyes slightly unfocussed and his heartbeat a fast staccato.