I was drunk on the pleasure of watching her buck against my hold, trying to push more of me in her. What a greedy little angel.
My rhythm picked up and I tongue fucked her until she was screaming her release. Her core grew molten hot and wet around me, her heartbeat pounding against my tongue.
She went limp around me with a sated sigh. “That was fucking amazing.”
It was cute how she thought we were done. We were just getting started.
I slipped out of her mound and gave her a minute to recover before the split head of my tongue found her clit, rubbing on both sides of the sensitive bud. Her spine arched off the couch and her eyes rolled into the back of her head.
“It’s too much…” I paused and she gave a drunken shake of her head. “Don’t stop. I’m winning this damn game. I’m getting my Christmas present dammit.”
If she’d allow a behemoth demon tongue to fuck her while my claws dragged vicious welts into her thighs, maybe she was ready for her punishment after all. How lucky for me that the dark creature inside me would be able to indulge its need for vengeance while the girl I loved fulfilled her darkest fantasy?
Talk about a win-win.
I filled her with a finger—making sure to retract my claw—and flicked her clit until she came again with another scream, this one more rugged than the first.
She sagged on the couch, her limbs like rubber, pieces of her blonde hair sticking to her sweat-moistened brow. The sight had my lips spreading.
I sat back, purring as she pinned me with a thunderstruck look. Her chest heaved as she caught her breath.
“Congratulations. You win our little game. Maybe you can handle the demon after all.”
Pushing to my feet, I started to strip. First, I peeled off my shirt. Then I shed my pants. I stood there in my boxers and grinned at the way she gaped in awe at my chiseled body.
Finally, I shed the last piece of my clothing and my cock sprang free.
I was still in my human form, but Clara regarded my cock like it was something monstrous straight out of her books. I was big, but she hadn’t seen anything yet.
I couldn’t hold back the monster any longer.
Black fur sprouted from my pores, covering much of my body. I grew taller until my horns scraped against the cabin’s ceiling. Even the hair on my head grew longer until it fell in pieces around my broad shoulders.
The legs were the most painful part. They bent backward into haunches, tipped with great black hooves.
Of all my demonic features, my cock was what Clara’s eyes clamped on to. It was thick and heavy enough that even rock hard, it couldn’t stand up like it could in my human form. Ridges ran along the shaft in a spiral pattern, not unlike the striped candy canes I was always sucking on, stretching from balls all the way to my mushroom head.
And it was seeing just how large I was, and knowing what I was going to do with it, that had Clara passing out on the couch.
I admired her beauty for several quiet minutes before gently scooping her up in my arms.
“That was your reward for doing whatever it took to free yourself from Hogan.” I purred, watching her eyes flutter as my hot breath fanned her face. “Now for your punishment, little beast.”
Chapter Thirteen
Clara
The last thing I remembered was swirling horns, fur as dark as rot, and those brand-like eyes burning a hole straight through me.
Bastion’s demon flitted through my unconscious thoughts, haunting my restless sleep. The moment I woke up, I was convinced it had all been a dream. From feeding Hogan to his hogs to Bastion crouching between my spread legs and fucking me with his split-monster tongue.
Reality slammed into me when I realized I wasn’t in my cabin anymore, cold dread crawling up my spine. I was in a cave, laying on a packed dirt floor.
I bolted into a sitting position, all the color draining from my face when I registered the metallic bars surrounding me.
I was in a cage.
Naked.
