There’s a frisson of fear that ripples through Ashley at the claim. It’s not fear of Ereuvir or fear of being owned, but rather a fear of how he can keep this. Ashley’s fear of abandonment is still a fresh, raw wound, and it winds together with his fear of being ordinary or ignored. Now that he has Ereuvir’s attention, he’s driven by a fear of losing it.

None of that is conscious, just a wash of fear and nerves and pleasure. Ereuvir is his now. He has the attention of the god of the underworld, and Ashley would be bored by anything less intense.

He loves being fucked, and especially loves it hard and intense like this. Ereuvir slides deep into him and Ashley whimpers and shudders, straining back against him so that he can enjoy each thrust to the fullest. “Ereuvir,” he whimpers, incapable of anything more.