“You’re beautiful like this,” he murmurs. “Messy war paint, covered in sweat.”
I lean into him, seeking his lips with mine, but he catches me by the hair. I yelp as he pulls my head back, exposing my neck.
“You’re so sneaky,” he murmurs, his lips hovering just over the column of my throat. “When are you going to give in to me?”
“Losing your resolve?” I taunt as I flex my pelvic muscles again.
He hums a laugh and kisses my neck. The vibrations of his sinister joy make my nipple pebble. He lifts me off his cock and then grinds me back down. My clit aches from the attention and begs for relief. I can’t fold so quickly after challenging him.
I slide my fingers through his hair and grasp his horns in both hands. He grunts against my neck and his hips snap forward with need. I slide my fingers around the textured bone, testing the sensitivity. He doesn’t react as strongly, so I use my nails next, tracing designs.
His tail slides across my bare ass. “You want to add in more play, Firecracker?”
I pant as I stare at the ceiling, considering the implication. I didn’t have experience with anal play, but the last time he touched me there it was…nice.
“Do you think you could handle more play?” I ask.
His fangs drag across my shoulder as he smiles, then his tail pushes between my cheeks. I gasp, clenching a little on instinct.
“Relax,” he whispers, kissing me gently.
I ease into his hold and loosen my grip on his horns. His tail slides back and forth across my other hole, spreading the slickness from my pussy. He releases my hair, his other hand trailing down to my thigh. The warring of pleasure and uncertainty makes me cling to him.
He lifts and lowers me slowly, allowing the symphony of sensations to play me open, and begin the climb again. I wrap an arm around his back, giving me some leverage to move with him, and he lets me.
His tail presses against my ass, the pressure bringing a new level of bliss to our joining. I moan and close my eyes, losing myself to the feeling of him entering me in both places, filling and owning me completely.
“That’s it,” he murmurs. “You want to come so badly, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I groan.
“You know what I need to hear,” he says.
I open my eyes and watch him watching me. He looks just as desperate to come as I feel. I clench my muscles around him, trembling in every part of my body as he grinds me down. I’m so much higher than the first edge, and so ready to lose myself, but not ready to beg.
He goes still and I cry as the orgasm ebbs, just barely out of reach. I try to move myself against him, any bit of friction I can get to finish this myself, but he holds me with unrelenting strength. If I lose this orgasm, I don’t know if I’ll survive.
He presses his cheek to mine and whispers, “Beg, Jiahui.”
I whimper pathetically as I try to shift again, clenching my muscles and trying to force myself to the peak. It’s just there, almost…god-fuck-damn it all—
“Please,” I cry.
His lips find mine and he moves with deliberate purpose. Our tongues tangle as I moan unendingly, the pleasure so great I lose the strength in my arms. It takes everything I have just to cling to him as he drives me over the edge and into madness.
I suck down a desperate gasp before the plunge, and then my body seizes. Blinding pleasure rips through me like an inferno, turning every bit of my resistance to ash. There is nothing but us in this moment, and the bliss of our union.
He groans and shakes as he loses himself in me. The depth of his longing drives him harder, bringing my orgasm to a searing new height. Tears stream down my face and mingle with the sweat.
Our bodies slide together slowly as Rhazan returns to himself. He breaks our kiss, panting as he presses his forehead to mine. My body is spent, wrung out completely, and my quivering muscles make that known.
He releases the binds on my ankles and pulls out of me, lowering me to the floor. I can’t possibly stand, and I think he knows it too, so we drop down to the ornate rug.He sprawls out and pulls me against his chest, breathing hard.
I look down and see the excessively full condom hanging off him. I’ll have to rate these five stars—able to handle massive demon loads.
I chuckle at my own mental joke, and Rhaz squeezes my shoulder.
“What’s that?”
