We spent many days together but things started to get odd. Puca had begun to watch me too closely and had tried to do all the same things I did, mimicking me. One day Puca didn’t come back for a long while. The night they did come back, Puca’s beak had pecked at my window. When they flew in, they had melted into someone new. I had recognized him as the king of celts at the time.

“What have you done?” I had growled, grabbing his arms. He’d apparently rushed back to me so quickly that he’d only just finished his meal. Red gore had stained his chin and jaw and his eyes had burned even brighter than normal.

“We’re both kings now,” he’d said with a prideful smile as if he’d found some way to be closer to me even if he couldn’t be me. I’d shaken my head and backed away.

“You’re upset,” he had said. I’d sighed and didn’t know what to say but saying nothing was enough for Puca to pull his emotions back inside and leave, unable to handle that his nature had perhaps led him astray yet again.

“I can’t help who I am,” he’d said blankly before he left. I’d let him walk out and whatever we once had ended but time heals those things and this wasn’t the first time we’d seen each other since then. I was shocked the bastard brought up that time in our lives together. Then again he’d just been trying to manipulate me into letting him have what he wanted with pretty promises of times very long gone.

I sunk into his ass and he jerked in shock before groaning.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. That’s new,” Puca rasped as my piercings pushed inside him. One, two, three—with each one he gave a curse, his ass clenching me tight and sucking me in further each time a new piece of metal found a way to fit inside him. He was too tight and it made me grind my teeth. It was no simple feat taking my cock.

“Call me your king,” I demanded, my large hand gripping his button-up and bunching it in my fist, using it as a handle to hold him in place while my fat cock kept invading his ass.

Puca looked somehow both made for these suits he had taken to wearing and absolutely ridiculous in them. I did enjoy seeing him parade around in this body though. His eyes looked nice with the dark hair and plump smirking lips. Plus, this body could capture his mischievous expressions well. He looked far too charming and sinister all at once.

I growled, tugging his shirt backwards as I speared him on me entirely. He groaned as I sunk in and then began pulling back out.

“Those piercings are new,” he moaned. “I’m not complaining though.” I shoved myself deep inside him again. If he were a normal man, I’d feel bad about making him take my cock. Luckily, he wasn’t really a man and he could certainly take more than a sore arse.