“Thank you,” I said.
“For what?” Xan kissed my neck again, this time with a flick of his tongue. I shivered, and he laughed against my skin.
“Filling me. You said I’d like it. I do.”
He groaned and thrust, and I moaned, and then he was fucking me, slowly at first but picking up speed as I writhed under him and muttered incoherent encouragement, managing to move one of my hands over to grasp his. Our fingers tangled together, and he slammed into me, grunting, the slap of his balls against mine and the sticky sound of leather against my skin punctuating the slick noises of his cock reaming my wet hole.
The lingering achy sweetness of my orgasm blended into the throb of my body around his huge cock, and then into my own hardening again, balls tight and heavy, clenching, Xan going faster and rougher…he stiffened in and over and around me, letting out a roar that almost deafened me, and fiery heat flooded my insides.
Not quite, not quite, fuck—I forced my free hand down in front of me, nearly wrenching my shoulder out of its socket. One stroke and I spilled all over my palm, fingers sticky, the bedding already wet from before and now twice as soaked.
I collapsed into a spent, shuddering heap, arm trapped under me, ass sticking up in the air and impaled on Xan’s otherworldly cock, eyes sliding shut, panting and dry-mouthed and wrecked.
But smiling. I was definitely smiling, and when Xan carefully rolled us to our sides, wrapping his arm around my chest and pulling me close against his, nuzzling into my hair and making more of those growling, purring sounds…I was sure he was smiling too. I didn’t even need to see him. Feeling him was even better, anyway, what with the hard wall of muscle at my back and the warmth inside me, all full and wet. If my stomach had been flat to begin with, maybe it would’ve been rounded now, because it felt like he’d come enough to make a visible bulge.
Another thing that probably should’ve grossed me out.
But it didn’t.
Maybe I’d already hit my limit with the spell’s requests for pulsating oyster flesh and sheep intestines, because being inflated full of demon come just didn’t move the needle.
Xan stroked down my chest and rested his broad palm over my rounded belly, kneading again with his long fingers, the gesture as catlike as the purring.
“Soft,” he said, in a tone of profound satisfaction. “I’ve waited a long time for this.”
And then he stopped abruptly, words hanging in the air awkwardly. He hadn’t meant to say that. I could’ve sworn to it.
He’d waited.
The fuck?
That, plus the way he’d known my name, and then that moment when I’d asked if he’d been watching me…I’d thought that was a stupid question at the time, but he’d reacted so oddly, hadn’t he?
“What does that mean? And answer the question, Xan. No dodging.”
Now it was my turn to wait, because the silence stretched on for a lot longer than felt reasonable. Long enough that I started coming out of my post-orgasm haze and noticing things that were almost as disturbing as the possibility that I’d had a demon stalking me for some indeterminate period of time.
Like the way his cock hadn’t even started to go soft inside me, still as insistently erect as it’d been when he started fucking me. Or the way his spicy, fiery scent had wound itself around me, acting on my nerves like a drug.
I should’ve been a lot more disturbed than I was by the potential stalking and by the rest of it.
But my eyelids had started to droop, every blink longer than the last.
Nothing hurt. Even the heavy, uncomfortable pain-echo that I usually had after a migraine hadn’t made its appearance.
I felt good.
Fuck. How long had it been since I feltgood?
Okay, whatever. He could watch me like a creep as much as he wanted. I snuggled down a little deeper into his arms, the motion pushing his bizarrely still-hard cock even deeper into my body and making my own cock try, futilely but valiantly, to get stiff again too.
At last, right as I gave up on getting an answer at all, Xan sighed heavily and pinned me a little harder around my middle, as if I might try to get away.
“You opened a door to me when you tried your first summoning,” he said, in a tone of great reluctance. “Or maybe it wasn’t your first summoning. I don’t know, because there wasn’t any way for me to see you before that. Your first semi-successful summoning. That time, I caught a glimpse of you, only you didn’t try hard enough. You didn’t mean it enough. The door wouldn’t open all the way. But you kept trying, and I kept looking, because you were sweet and smart and so pretty, and you made me laugh when you talked to yourself, and after a while the door stayed cracked open all the time, even though it wasn’t enough for me to get through. I mean, it’s not really a door. That’s the best description I can give for an interdimensional phenomenon that only magic can control. I’m not an astrologophysicist.”
It took me a second to mull that over. The rest of Xan’s body had gone as stiff as his cock, and I absently stroked the hand he had against my belly, soothing him the best I could.
Sweet. Smart. So pretty. Had he been watching someone else and gotten us mixed up somehow? But he obviously wasn’t that stupid.
