“Here?” I ask her.
“There,” she purrs, making me smile again.
I want to pleasure her so badly, be the one to make her fall apart, but first …
I search lower, through her pussy lips, listening to her gasp when I find the entrance I’ve been dreaming of. It’s infinitely soft, so soft as I ring it and so wet. I take a deep inhale, the taste of her still on my lips, and then I sink my finger inside her.
She moans and I feel the walls of her channel part and allow my intrusion, clinging to me all the same, gripping me tight.
“Shit,” I mumble, because I have no sensible words to describe how good that feels, to touch her here in her most intimate of places. “I want to make you come.”
“Yes, make me come,” she moans, shifting to rub herself against my wrist.
I slide my finger out of her, loving the wet squelchy sound that makes, and then I slide my finger back in.
“Like this?” I ask her.
“Maybe another finger,” she bites on her lips, “your bond brothers are pretty big and I’m used to more.”
I shake my head because this woman undoes me completely, then I slide my finger from her again, this time adding another and sliding both back inside her.
“Better?” I ask her.
“Better,” she said. “But you can go … higher.”
I growl, and thrust my fingers further up inside her, finding a spongy point higher up on her pussy wall. As my fingertips brush over this point, her body jolts and she whimpers.
“What’s that?” I ask her, tickling my fingertips against it and making her squirm with pleasure on my fingers.
“My G-spot,” she pants, “I can’t reach it with my own fingers.”
“It feels good?”
Her eyes roll in their sockets and I don’t need her to respond to know the answer.
I fondle it a little more and then I ask her, “Tell me what to do, Nini.”
“In and out like you were doing,” she instructs, “but a little faster and,” she bites on her lip, “a little harder.”
“A little harder,” I repeat and then I follow her instructions exactly.
It must feel good, because her pussy walls suck and slurp at me, arousal running down my hand and uncontrollable noises falling from her mouth, her body going frantic like it did when Dray was eating her out.
“That feels so good,” she says, squeezing around my fingers as I fuck her hard with them.
This wasn’t how I imagined touching her for the first time. I imagined it somewhere quiet, private, stars, somewhere romantic. Not out here in the desolate demon realm, our lives in mortal danger, a giant dragon sleeping in the background. But I don’t care. She’s perfect and this moment couldn’t be any better.
My shadows start spinning again and soon they’re crawling all over her, slipping over her skin, tingling against it, making her moan all the harder.
“Don’t stop,” she gasps, “don’t stop!”
“I’m not going to stop until you come on my fingers.”
She whimpers at those words. Lifting up and down on her knees so she can slam down hard on my hand and then just when I think she’s on the verge of coming, when her brows knot in the way they do and her stomach tightens, her light rushes from her instead, meeting my magic like it did out there in the demon realm, merging and combining with it and chasing away all the darkness.
And then, with one long drawn-out cry, she comes.
She comes hard on my fingers, her pussy convulsing and contracting around my digits like I’ve always dreamed of.
