A slapping sound followed a wondrous sting on my right butt cheek. Still dazed and flying high from my orgasm, I welcomed the spanking Vazul rained on my behind. Each blow resonated directly in my clit. My toes curled, and my skin tingled. I’d always fantasized about a proper spanking. But the couple of partners I had attempted it with in the past had either been too rough, ruining the experience, or too skittish making it a complete let down. But my demon was putting the perfect level of strength for me to feel it without hurting me.
More moisture pulled between my thighs. Had I been the squirter type, there was no doubt he’d be drenched by now. I’d finally gotten back down from my climax when he leaned forward and gave my butt a good nip that had my legs jerking in response. He soothed it with a lick and rubbed his face all over my cheeks with an almost feral growl.
“You have the most beautiful ass, my Coral,” he purred in a deep and grumbling voice, almost menacing. “I want to devour you.”
My stomach did a backflip in response, then a second one when I felt myself flying upward. It was only once I found myself upside down, staring at the thickest demonic crotch that I realized what happened. With my thighs hanging over his shoulders, Vazul buried his face between my legs again and resumedeating me out. He held me with one arm around my back. With his freehand, he alternated between spanking my behind and clawing my skin the length of my back. The exquisite burning sensation had goosebumps erupting all over me even as wave after wave of shivers shook my body.
The sweet aroma of the treat before my eyes beckoned me. Despite the overwhelming sensations my demon’s ministration stirred within me, I couldn’t resist reaching for his stiff cock. It was magnificent, with two coiled ridges, vaguely reminiscent of a thick rope lining the sides of his shaft in a sinewy pattern. A series of bumps, and fanning vertical ridges, adorned the upper side of his length. My inner walls contracted in anticipation at the thought of how those ridges would feel inside me.
I wrapped my hand around it. Fuck, it was massive! And yet, even as I feared how I would be able to take him, a bolt of lust nevertheless exploded in my nether region. I began to stroke him, reveling in the odd sensation of the ridges against my palm. I stared in fascination as a fiery glow pulsated between the creases of his cock, heating my hand in the process.
I leaned forward and tentatively licked the head, which greatly resembled the shape of a human dick. My eyes nearly popped out of my head when the taste of a warm peach cobbler exploded on my taste buds. With a greedy moan, I drew him into my mouth, taking as much of him as I could. The way his body jerked in response hinted that he approved. He didn’t need to say more. I immediately bobbed in front of him, my tongue swirling around his unusual length, savoring both his wondrous taste and the sensation of him in my mouth.
Never in a million years would I have believed anyone telling me that I would participate in a sixty-nine with my partner standing up while holding me upside down. That he did it so effortlessly screamed volumes of his strength. But it also revealed how much I implicitly trusted him not to drop me in thethroes of passion. Having always been the reasonable and rational one, none of my current behavior made sense. And yet, as I once more neared the edge of bliss, I never felt safer with a lover than with my Liderc.
The movement of my mouth on him became erratic as pleasure quickly overwhelmed me. Vazul suddenly nipping my clit did me in. I screamed with his cock still halfway inside my mouth as I came undone. In the distance, I vaguely heard my demon emit a savage growl, his hold tightening almost painfully around me as if he was fighting not to give in to his own pleasure.
Displaying that same insane strength and control, Vazul lifted me back up as I still shook, swept away by ecstasy. With my back pressed to his chest, he folded my legs against my own chest, keeping me twisted like a pretzel, unable to do anything but submit to whatever he pleased. Seeing how I was still riding the waves of bliss, he wouldn’t have met any resistance on my part.
Just like he had done when he held me upside down in that crazy sixty-nine, Vazul held me against his chest with a single arm. With his free hand, he rubbed my clit, prolonging my orgasm for a while longer until I slowly came back to reality. And then, I felt his thick head probe my opening. A sliver of fear coursed through me that I might not be able to take him. Surely enough, my inner walls resisted his invasion. The burning feeling of his fingers massaging my little nub distracted me from the discomfort as he gradually inserted himself with shallow thrusts.
And then my body yielded.
A strangled moan vibrated in my throat as he filled me to the brim. He remained still for a few moments to let me adjust to his girth. His fingers on my clit, his lips on my nape, and the fiery streaks under his skin giving me heated wave-like caresses engulfed me in the most delightful maelstrom of sensations.
Soon, my inner walls began contracting around his cock with a will of their own, giving my demon lover the go ahead. That message was apparently conveyed loud and clear as Vazul immediately started thrusting into me. My eyes instantly rolled to the back of my head. My brain couldn’t process the overwhelming sensation of his ridges caressing my inner walls and striking my G-spot with deadly precision with each motion—whether going in or out.
In no time, Vazul was pounding into me, wrecking me with pleasure too intense to bear. His fingers on my clit all but shoved me over the finish line in record speed. My climax slammed into me with such violence, not a single sound came out of me. My mouth opened in a silent O, my body seized before going limp.
“You are mine, Mistress. All of you is mine!” Vazul hissed in a menacing fashion.
I couldn’t respond as my consciousness hovered in an indistinct place between consciousness and oblivion as my demon’s thick cock continued to destroy me. A glowing light at the edge of my vision indicated that he was feeding from the tsunami of ecstasy pouring out of me even as he kissed and nipped the feverish skin of my neck and shoulder.
In French, they called an orgasm ‘la petite mort’ which meant the little death due to that floating sensation and almost loss of consciousness that accompanied that ultimate bliss. And right now, I truly felt at the edge of the most exquisite death as my demonic lover ravaged me.
Vazul suddenly roared. He slammed his cock deep, and the searing heat of his seed shot inside of me, burning me to cinders. A bright light exploded before my eyes as a sharp pain pierced my neck, followed by liquid bliss. My brain realized my Liderc sank his fangs into me, but my ultimate climax claimed me. I cried out and surrendered to ecstasy even as a veil of darkness cast me down into oblivion.
An hour after the most unusual romp of my life, my girly bits were still singing. Vazul preening like a peacock made me want to smack the back of his head. And yet, he had every right to feel this cocky and smug. My sex demon knew how to fuck.
But is he always this acrobatic?
I’d always wished to try weirder positions but never felt safe enough with anyone. My Liderc just went balls to the wall with it. And I couldn’t complain. Although I also wanted the more traditional stuff, and especially cuddling after the fact, I couldn’t wait to see what else he had in store for me.
However, the garage had finally called to inform me that my car was ready. Their chauffeur service was on their way to pick me up to go get it back. It felt odd to leave Vazul here all by himself, not that I worried he would do anything funky.
“Stop fretting so much, Mistress. I’ll work on your miniatures while you’re gone,” he said, drawing me into his embrace.
Unlike me, Vazul remained naked after our little tussle. Feeling his shaft hardening again certainly didn’t help. His smirk indicated he knew how much his body against mine affected me.
Asshole.
“You don’t have to call me Mistress. You’re not my slave. Coral is fine,” I grumbled.
He stared at me with a strange glimmer in his eyes mixed with a sliver of what felt like rebellion. I glared at him when he smiled but didn’t answer. I suspected it might take me a while to get him to come around on that front.
“I’ll be gone awhile,” I warned him, trying to remain focused. “I have to make a detour by the shopping mall to grab you some clothes.”
He nodded. “Very well. There’s plenty for me to do here to keep me busy in your absence.”
