With each bob of my head, each deep inhalation that filled my lungs and expanded them around his thick girth, he thrust his hips upwards, driving himself deeper into my welcoming throat. Again and again, I took him, my lips stretched obscenely around his impressive size, my nose nestling in the wiry blond curls at the base of his shaft. Yet still, he could not reach the back of my throat, his swollen tip kissing the entrance but unable to breach it, no matter my efforts.
A pang of disappointment pierced my heart as I realized the limitations of my mortal body, the bittersweet ache of unfulfilled desire settling heavily in my chest.I wanted to take all of him, to swallow him whole and feel the thick, pulsing heat of him throbbing in the depths of my fucking belly.
Suddenly, he wrenched me backwards, the lewd pop of my lips parting from his shaft echoing obscenely in the charged air between us. I whimpered at the loss, my toy temporarily removed, my pleasure paused. But before I could voice my protest, he had seized my upper arms and hauled me upwards, tossing me onto his lap with a force that stole my breath. His lips claimed mine in a bruising, hungry kiss, his tongue delving into my mouth to greedily lap at the remnants of his own musky essence coating my lips and tongue.
Passion ignited, he lifted us from the flimsy coffee table, the wooden surface creaking in protest beneath our entwined forms. With a casual display of supernatural strength, he swept me into his arms, carrying me aloft as if I weighed no more than a feather. Apparently, even his demonic prowess had its limits in the face of the Armageddon brewing between us, the apocalypticdesire threatening to consume us both. A part of me doubted my fragile mortal body could withstand the onslaught of his lust, much less my little pussy accept the girthy intrusion of his monstrous cock. Yet, the hunger clawing at my insides paid no heed to reason or caution, urging me to cast aside all thoughts of consequence and surrender myself completely to the inferno raging within.
My legs wrapped around his trim waist, locking my ankles at the small of his back as I clung to him like a woman drowning, desperate for a lifeline. The heated length of his shaft kissed my aching, dripping cunt, it was a maddening tease that left me aching for more. I rolled my hips, trying in vain to close the distance between us, to impale myself on his glorious cock, but still, he held back. The denial stoked the flames of my desperation to unbearable heights.
Consumed by a feral need, I attacked his mouth in a clash of teeth and tongue, kissing him with all the pent-up passion and frustration coursing through my veins. He responded in kind, slamming my back against the rough-hewn wooden wall of the treehouse with a force that sent shockwaves ricocheting through my body. Something, perhaps a rotten plank or a protruding nail, cracked beneath the impact, but the fleeting sting only added fuel to the blaze raging between us.
Still, he kissed me with a fervor bordering on violence, his tongue plundering the recesses of my mouth, stoking the fires of my desire to a fever pitch. He paused, one hand gripping my thigh, the other poised at the apex of my dripping pussy. His red eyes, molten with lust, bored into mine, searching, demanding. "Are you sure this is what you want, kitten? There's no going back once I claim you, once I bury myself inside your tight, little cunt.You'll be mine, irrevocably, eternally. Is that truly your desire?"
"Fuck, yes!" I keened, my voice raw and ragged with need. "Damn it, Shai, stop teasing me and put your huge, demonic cock in me NOW! I need it, I need YOU! Make me yours, ruin me for anyone else, just please, FUCK ME ALREADY!"
He rumbled a triumphant, possessive growl as he notched the swollen crown of his cock at my entrance, his lips claiming mine in a searing kiss that swallowed my cries. His tongue delved deep, twining with my own, as he began to slowly, inexorably push forward. Inch by excruciating inch, he stretched me around his thick girth, the sensation akin to a thousand sparklers igniting within my core. I arched my back, head thudding against the weathered timber as I surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure, my eyes rolling back in bliss.
He kissed me breathless, devouring each gasp and moan that tumbled from my lips, his own mouth a branding iron searing his claim upon my flesh. Just as I teetered on the brink of oblivion, he wrenched his lips from mine, a string of saliva bridging our mouths.
"More," I rasped, my voice a guttural, needy growl. With a sharp, sudden thrust, he hilting himself fully inside me, the base of his cock kissing my cervix. I threw my head back with a scream of pleasure, fingers scrabbling at his neck, nails scoring his skin.
He waited a heartbeat, two, three, before beginning to withdraw, the drag of his thick shaft against my tender walls a delicious friction that set nerve endings ablaze. When only the crown remained nestled within my fluttering heat, he surged forward once more, the obscene squelch of our flesh slapping flesh filling the air as he set a deep, driving rhythm, his palm guiding each powerful thrust.
His crimson gaze, burning with feral hunger, locked onto the mesmerizing dance of my breasts as they bounced in time with his relentless thrusts. Each drive of his hips sentshockwaves rippling through my frame, the force of his demonic lust beyond mortal measure. He pistoned into me with inhuman speed, the world blurring into a kaleidoscope of sensation as I floated in a warm, euphoric haze, my body weightless and pliant in his grasp.
Our harsh pants intertwined, the primal symphony of our sex growing louder, more frenzied with each passing second. The slap of skin against skin echoed obscenely in the small confines of the treehouse as he rutted into me with wild desire, his hips churning at a pace no human could match. As if sensing my impending climax, he brought a hand to my aching clit, rubbing the sensitive bud in tight, urgent circles.
Everything within me wound tighter, hotter, until with a strangled cry, I shattered in his embrace. My walls clamped down around his pulsing cock, squeezing him like a vice as my orgasm crashed over me in unrelenting waves. I heard him roar my name, a guttural, breathless litany of pure carnal bliss.
"Fuck, Aurora! Fuck!" His hips jerked erratically as he hilted inside me one last time, his thick cock pulsing, painting my insides with his demonic seed. Six more powerful thrusts, each one driving his release deeper, marking me, claiming me utterly as his.
As the aftershocks subsided, he lowered me gently to the floor, my limbs trembling uncontrollably, my muscles weak and useless. I could only cling to him as he gathered me close, my head pillowed against the firm plane of his chest. Gazing down at the pearlescent trails of his cum streaking my thighs and my belly, I licked my lips unconsciously, savoring the salty-sweet essence of my demon lover.
“Do you want to taste it?” he asked, a dimpling smile playing on his lips.
“I… I want to… yes…” I exhaled, a shiver of helplessness running through me. Some part of me wondered if the energyexchange had already happened, and how long I would even recover from a night like this.Oh…
He flashed me a wicked grin, a clawed finger trailing through the pearlescent trails of our combined essence painting my belly. Bringing the digit to my lips, he brushed the cool metal of his ring against my mouth, a silent offering. Obediently, I parted my lips, my tongue darting out to lap at the salty-sweet substance, the familiar yet tantalizing flavor bursting across my taste buds. I licked it fully, and the spicy, sweet taste of pumpkin latte hit me.What the…?
“Huh… do you like it?” he grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief and that same teasing twinkle.
“Why… your cum tastes like pumpkin spice latte!?” I murmured, astonished.
“Well, we drank it together,” he said, leaning closer, his voice low and amused. “Everything is logical, you taste like a latte too. We demons have a soft spot for seasonal drinks too, you know.”
He winked at me and pressed a slow, deliberate kiss to my lips, his tongue delving deep to tangle with my own. I could taste myself on him, the lingering remnants of our coupling commingled with the sweet, spicy essence of the latte we had shared.
VIII
He had spent the whole night in bed with me, holding me close as we slept or maybe just me sleeping, lost in dreams. When I woke, he was already propping his head on his elbow, watching me. I turned toward him, copying his pose, and let my eyes meet his. His half-naked torso peeked out from under the duvet, and when my hand playfully reached for the blanket, he caught my wrist.
"Ah, no… how insatiable you are," he murmured, his voice low and teasing. "You still need to recover, kitten."
I pouted, but reluctantly let my hand fall back to the pillow. I stayed there, eyes locked on his, waiting for him to speak again.
"Since you’re mine now… after the ritual in that treehouse," he said, his words lingering in the air like smoke.
The treehouse flashed through my mind like a vivid memory. I think we had… broken it yesterday? And how the hell had it even appeared there, in the middle of the playground?
