“Knees up, pretty thing.”
I pull my knees to my chest and hold my breath as his head dips south and his tongue licks a stripe from my balls to my hole that forces me to hold back a moan. My teeth biting my lower lip in restraint. He licks circles around the outside, dragging light strokes over the puckered center every now and then that makeme dizzy. Light-headed. “Please . . .” I can’t explain the pent-up need of months of frustration to this daemon, so I do the only other thing and beg. Beg him to fuck me so hard into the couch I forget about anyone else. Beg him to make me come. “Please, I need?—”
“Shh . . . I know.” He licks another stripe down. “I know.” Before pressing that otherworldly tongue into my hole and pulling it back out again. He plunges in and out and couple of times, gauging, testing.
“Mmmff, God fuck . . .”
His hands push my legs farther apart so they’re either side of me, still bent upward, and he plunges his tongue in and out in a steady rhythm that sets my balls on fire. I’ve never had a problem lasting before, but this daemon might have me coming before he gets anywhere good. His tongue works the inside of me in circles with every thrust.
And every second takes me higher, my pretence at holding in my moans all but vanishing with the skill this daemon is showing my ass. My hand reaches down to my cock, but he bats it away. “Please, I need to?—”
“Not yet.”
The sob that leaves my body should be embarrassing, but the only thing my mind thinks is how hot my neediness sounds and how much my hard cock aches. And how much I wish it were something bigger than his tongue fucking my ass. I’d give anything to be bent ass up over any of the surfaces in this extravagant room, taking the pounding of a lifetime while he fucks me into endless orgasms.
His hand releases my leg and covers my mouth. “I’m going to need you to be a little quieter than that, or my guards will rush in here and ruin our night.” He looks up at me from below, teasing, tainting. “Think you can do that for me, pretty little thing?”
I shake my head, no. Because if I know anything about myself in this moment, it’s that I’m not going to have any control over my body when he finally fucks me.
“You’re going to be a handful, aren’t you?” He grabs a cushion and presses it over the lower half of my face before removing his hand. “Next time, we’ll use the bedchamber.”
I barely have time to process what he said when his warm lips wrap tight around my cock, his fangs nestled either side pressing a delicious pressure that’ll be sure to undo me. I’ve never been fucked by a daemon before, but he’s going to ruin men for me. I just know it.
His throat vibrates in a deep, inhuman hum as he lowers my cock to the back of his throat, where it vibrates straight down to my balls. So strong I can feel it in my ass. When he pulls back, a thick stream of saliva trails down, my eyes following its connection to my engorged head that’s so hard it looks angry and ready to burst.
The cushion is pressed harder to my mouth as he lowers his back down my cock.
“Ahh, fuck,” I muffle, my moans edging on screams. I’ve never been this horny in all my life. If I don’t come, I’m going to implode. All I can do is give vague, lewd instructions of every flash of fantasy that passes through my head.
He growls around my cock at every mention of my ass, until something in him gives, because he shoves two fingers into my hole while swallowing my dick until his nose nestles against skin. He doesn’t waste a second warming me up; he fingers me quickly, roughly, sucks me hard, circles a tongue around my tip with every pass.
My moans have turned into screams that pierce through the cushion in high-pitched wails. I thrust my hips into his face, not caring if it’s desperate, just needing more somehow. Somehowbigger, deeper. “Harder. Pleeeeease,” I scream when he gives me what I want.
His fingers pound my prostate with every pass, his lips puckered into a hard suck as the sensation is too much.
A cold, piercing ache shoots across my balls as they pull up, tense, ready to shoot their load into his mouth that’s fat with my cock. “Argh, yes. Yes! There. Right . . . there!” The words are barely legible as my hips frantically thrust into his waiting, growling mouth. Cum sprays rope after rope down his throat, and when he pulls my cockhead to his lips and licks the slit, I think it’s over, but another stream splashes across his face.
I take a deep, steadying breath, but before I finish my exhale, his fingers are pumping in and out of me in a lazy rhythm as he looks at me with amusement. “Not done already, are you?”
“I . . .” I’ve never come more than once, but something tells me this daemon isn’t going to let me leave without changing that fact.
His fingers curl and graze my abused prostate.
“Oh gods,” I moan on a shaky exhale. “I can’t?—”
“Shh.” He places a finger to my lips. “Yes, you can.” His lips find my balls and lick a slow trail all the way up to the top of my cock, where the oversensitive head dribbles more precum. “You’ll be a good little human for me, won’t you?”
I’ll be whatever he wants me to be. Whatever gets me more. I nod, my teeth nibbling the corner of my lip as my eyes trace his every movement.
“I wish you could see how good you look splayed out for me like this.” He takes another moment to appreciate his view before lunging back down and sucking one of my balls into his mouth. At the same time, he curls two fingers and rests them gently against my prostate, merely stroking with slight pressure.
“Gods, yes.” My hips pump jagged thrusts, my cock meeting warm air in desperation. “Don’t stop.”
He sucks a little harder, a slice of pain shooting through me, causing me to wince. But he doesn’t stop. He spits on my hole, adds a third finger, and starts moving them in and out in a steady rhythm.
The pain only makes me harder, crazier. I need it like I need air to breathe. I need him to impale me, to ride my ass into bliss and never stop.
Fuck, what is happening to me?
