My hands traveled up her legs, and my cock throbbed at the tears of arousal rolling down her inner thighs. “I’ll bring the heads of your enemies on pikes and build you a throne of their bones.”
I ached to grip my dick, to stroke myself at the sight of her towering over me, shadows in her eyes that were as violent as they were lustful. But I resisted, keeping my hands anchored to her. She was asking for my devotion, and oh, gods help her, I was about to give her every ounce of my ravenous attention.
“I’ll lavish you in riches of the dead, and I’ll fuck you like only a demon king can.”
Her thighs quivered beneath my hands, and her breathing picked up with the rhythm of her pulse. I shoved the hem of her dress up with a growl and felt the fabric catch on my antlers. My hands slid higher to part her labia.
She inhaled sharply as I brought my face close enough for her to feel my breath sweep over her exposed core. A chuckle dropped from my lips at her frustrated huff as I turned my head to paint a lick up her thigh instead. “I’ll tongue fuck you until you’re teetering on the edge of ecstasy and unconsciousness. I’ll milk you of every drop of cum I can wring from your pretty little cunt. All you have to do is forgive me…”
“I didn’t say bargain. I said beg.”
My mouth curved against her, teeth scraping flesh.“Please.”
Her breathing turned to panting. “Please, what?”
“Forgive me.” My voice was barely more than a rasp, made rough with hunger and lack of patience. I needed her now. I wanted her begging forme. But I’d give her what she wanted. I’d make her scream either way. “Forgive me, and I’ll feast on the flesh between your legs like a starving wolf.”
She grabbed one of my antlers—an offense that would have been a death sentence for anyone else—and wrenched my head back from under her skirt to hit me with a look fitting an evil queen. “There the demon goes again, making more deals. You can’t help yourself, can you?”
I licked my lips. “My self-control is almost non-existent when I’m around you. Your taste, your smell, your everything. It makes me feel like every bit the monster I am.”
“How about you feast on me anyway?” She dragged the dagger’s point up the column of my throat, over my jaw, and traced the scars on my lips. “Make your queen come with your mouth, or I’ll add to the pretty little collection of scars you have. Maybe I’ll just do it anyway. They’re so fucking sexy on you.”
My new mate was enjoying the feeling of being in control for the first time in days, probably even longer. She was stepping into a dominant role like a fish taking to water. She’d make such a perfect queen.
I dove back under her skirts and picked up her leg, throwing it over my shoulder for a better angle.
“Hold onto my antlers,” I instructed her. Before the last word had left my mouth, my tongue stoked through her folds. Her taste had my balls tightening, but the best part of pleasuring her like this was always the feeling of her heart pounding against my tongue. I pushed my head lower and speared her with the hot muscle. Her body jerked, the heel of her boot stabbing into my back.
“Belial…”
“Shh,” I breathed against her, my voice coming out muffled and contorted.
One of the things about being a demon was having a tongue that was longer than an average human’s. This form had nothing on my more formidable one, but it still filled her up enough to have her moaning as she held onto my antlers for dear life.
Her walls clamped tight around my tongue before fluttering and spasming with her climax.
I licked her cum from my lips. “Forgive me?”
“N–no.”
I set to making her come again. This time, my tongue circled her clit while I fucked her with my finger. After a few thrusts, I pushed a second digit inside her heat. “You take me so well, my queen. I can’t wait to bend you over and watch you take your lord’s cock.”
She let out a shaky breath, her walls quivering with the motion. I pumped faster, harder, her cute little cries full of the raging inferno of lust growing inside me.
My ministrations grew rougher, more fervent. She grew wetter, her moans getting louder to the point where the guests downstairs might hear. Good. Let them hear. I wanted them to know how well I could pleasure my woman.
She came again. Her insides turned molten hot, and another wash of fluid coated my fingers—she was so wet now, there was an obscene sound every time I thrust into her.
“Forgive me.” It wasn’t a question anymore. Now, it was an order.
“N–no.” She could barely articulate.
I kept finger fucking her through her climax, picking up speed. If it wasn’t for the fact that I was holding her up, she’d collapse. “I can go on like this all week, baby. You have to give in some time.”
It was with her third orgasm that she forced out a fragmented “N–e–ver.”
Pulling out of her with a snarl, I emerged from her skirts and shot to my feet. She raised the dagger, but I seized her wrist this time, gripping it hard enough to make her drop it.
