“Oh, fucking god! Yes!”
Her release filled the room, the air, his nostrils, and mind. She was beautiful in her climax, pale skin flushed pink, hair spread out like a dark halo, and that perfect pussy opened wide around the carved wood. He would never get enough of her.
Ignoring her startled yelp, he pulled out the now-dripping staff, grabbed her by the hips, and flipped her over so he had her on her belly. He needed to see her come again, this time like a female should be mounted. He needed the sweet scent of her release to soak into every pore of his skin so he would never, ever lose the smell of her.
Selma was still panting from pleasured exhaustion, resting with her head against her arms when he reached for the broken bedpost once more to press it against her swollen entrance.
“No.” The Breeder's protest was weak and not supported by her body, which opened willingly around the tip of the staff, but it was enough to make him pause the onslaught.
“I can't…” He hissed a shallow breath, trying to rein in his need to see her pussy pounded into submission. “I need more!”
Groaning, she pressed her backside up so her beautiful slit was presented in invitation. “Please. Gently.”
Clearly she was familiar with the fruitlessness of denying a demon in full rut. His heart gave a painful lurch somewhere past the burning need to fuck her into a stupor.
Tossing the carved pole aside he fell on top of her, careful not to crush her. It was physically impossible for him to leave her at this point, but he could ensure she wouldn’t be violated by having to endure an unwanted penetration, however much he might make her enjoy it.
She angled her hips to allow him to push in, but he slid his aching cock past her entrance and through the cleft of her nether lips, pressing up against the soft flesh which so eagerly coated him in her warm juices.
When his head—and ridges—stroked firmly over her clit, she mewled in surprise and jerked underneath him. Before she got a chance to move away from the pressure, he clamped his legs around hers and pressed them together so her soft thighs squeezed his cock, creating a slick tunnel for him to burrow through. It was how he pleasured himself with human women these days, usually after swaying their minds with magic and stuffing their pussies with a dildo until they thought he was truly fucking them.
Selma might know the truth, but she’d still enjoy the stimulation.
And so would he.
Kain groaned long and deep as her warm, pliable flesh slid along his throbbing shaft. Sharp spikes of pure pleasure shot up his spine at the friction. The hot, wet gush of moisture coating him from her opening allowed him to imagine that he truly was pushing up inside of her, filling her tight cunt to the brim.
She whined softly when his ridges caught her clit again, but her struggle against the pressure and his hold eased as her body realized his intentions.
“You feel… so good,” he whispered when the rush of her surrender made the edges of his vision blur. The feel of her, her small body underneath him, her skin and the way she moved against his chest, rubbing herself against his cock for more… No demoness, nor any human, had ever felt this good—had ever sounded this good.
Embracing her fully and ensuring every inch of her skin was touching his, he allowed himself to forget about everything else. There was only him and her, only their shared need and her intoxicating presence.
It didn't take him long to reach the point of no return after she started bucking more insistently and tensing, signaling her impending climax. Kain would have preferred to stay in the blissful haze for hours, but his body had been tormented for too long and the sensation of another of her orgasms was too much.
Roaring, he raised off her while pinning her pelvis to the mattress with his own and hammered his cock against her twitching clit as she screamed out her orgasm.
The flood of moisture her pussy released over his cock was the final trigger he needed. The sharp pleasure intensified to an all-consuming torrent, until finally his balls emptied and he was released from the raging inferno.
Kain collapsed, barely remembering to catch himself so he didn't crush the girl underneath him. His breathing was ragged and his heart pounded far harder than the physical exertion should have caused, but he was too pleasantly numb to give it much thought. His entire body sang with relief and endorphin-induced pleasure, and it was all because of her.
Selma turned her head from the tangle of his sheets to gasp more oxygen into her lungs, and he raised up on his elbows a little so he could nuzzle her wild hair and stroke his cheek against hers. “You okay?”
She nodded silently, not bothering to open her eyes, but from the smile curving her full lips, he knew she was in a similar state to himself—gone on hormones and exhaustion too bone-deep to be purely physical.
Pulling his softening member from between her thighs, he let his hand find the semen he'd soaked the sheets and her stomach with, gathered a good amount on his fingers, and rubbed them against her nether lips and clit before dipping two into her still-fluttering channel. He may not have fucked her properly, but that bedpost was unyielding. The potent magic in his semen would go a long way toward easing the ache of the rough penetration.
She hardly did more than sigh when he smeared his seed deep into her well-used pussy, nor did she protest when he climbed back up and rested halfway on top her, possessively shielding her from the chill of the room with his own flesh.
He was well aware that his instincts had cast him in the role as her mate and protector, for the moment ignoring the fact that she could never truly be his.
As he settled against her soft body, he couldn't bring himself to care.
16
Selma
When Selma woke up, she was toasty warm and buried in a very comfortable bed. Her brain was still dazed from the first proper sleep she’d had in over a month, only allowing her to sense that she was warm and safe.
