This is the first chance I have to take a close look at his dick but before I can blink to focus, he’s guiding my head to his groin and rubbing the tip of his enormous cock over my face. I open my mouth obediently, inexplicably hungry to taste him, anticipating his girth but still surprised by just how much I have to stretch my lips around the rigid shaft.
I reach up automatically to stroke the parts I can’t suck but his growl stops me dead. “No. Hands behind your back. Keep them there. And spread your knees wider. I want to relish the scent of your slick while I fuck your throat.”
As turned on as I am, I’m tempted to argue that there’s no way he’ll be doing that. Even if he wasn’t as wide as a can of shaving cream, even if gag reflexes didn’t exist, the extras on his cock would make throat-fucking impossible. Now I know how he hits my G-spot so damn well. Solid, bumpy ridges run along the top, bottom, and sides of his shaft, rasping over my outstretched tongue.
He tastes as good as he smells—bitterest chocolate with a hint of salt and smoky whiskey—and I wish I could take him deeper. Kneeling before him, naked and wet, my hands clasped obediently behind my back and my thighs spread wide, I lick and suck him greedily, amazed at how turned on I am. Every grunt of pleasure he gives goes straight to my clit.
“Such a good little pet.” He’s stroking my hair, guiding my movements, pushing a little deeper. My initial panic gives way to disbelief when my throat relaxes like it has a mind of its own until he’s halfway in. “Ulf, that feels so—” His words fade into a roaring, primal growl that reverberates through my entire body. My pussy clenches hard, and blazing stars dot the insides of my eyelids. There’s a surge of warmth between my legs and I feel like I might pass out.
The next thing I know, my nose is bumping up against his groin and he’s fucking my throat with smooth thrusts, pulling almost all the way out of my mouth before plunging back in to the hilt. A tiny faraway voice in my head is asking how the heck this is even possible but I’m too filled with pride and raging lust to care.
My knees are aching, my thighs are trembling with the strain of staying in position, and I’m desperate to come but I’m disappointed when the Demon King yanks his cock out of my mouth. His tail wraps around me, steadying me as he tugs me to my feet.
He’s still growling, the animalistic sound making my very core vibrate. His leathery wings are spread, flared about his horns and head, dripping with water. Clamping his hands around my waist, he hoists me into the air with ridiculous ease, lifting me until my pussy’s level with his mouth.
I grab his horns and gasp—even they are hot to the touch. I slide my hands down their length and they pulse against my palms. He shudders as if I’d stroked his cock.His horns are sensitive. Interesting. Guess I’d better not use them to brace myself.
For a long, agonizing moment, he’s still, growling, and I know he’s breathing in my scent. If this were any other sexual encounter with any other guy, I’d probably feel some level of shame in being sniffed like an animal but in this weird alternate universe, it turns me on even more.
I dangle helplessly in his hold, his warm breath searing my drenched pussy, trembling with anticipation. At last, he draws me closer and licks into me, his tongue sliding over my clit in the most delicious, heart-stopping way. I come instantly with an inhuman groan, every muscle in my groin clenching so hard, it’s borderline painful.
As he did last time with his fingers, the demon draws out my orgasm with eerie precision, somehow knowing the exact rhythm and pressure to use. At the same time, his grip on my waist tightens until it hurts, cutting off my ability to breathe so all I can do is convulse and clench against his tongue.
Only when my final flutters of pleasure have subsided does he relax his grip—but instead of setting me on the ground, he lowers me directly onto his cock, impaling me fully with one smooth stroke.
I can’t help but cry out as my pussy burns with the stretch. His tail seeks the small of my back, pushing me until I’m flush against his heated skin.
“You’re a naughty little pet.” He draws almost all the way out of me, pauses, and slams his cock home. “You came all over my tongue, practically drowning me in your slick,” another hard thrust, “but you didn’t ask for permission first.” Thrust.
“I’m sorry,” I croak, my mind spinning with sensation overload, “I couldn’t help it. Your tongue—”
He’s stopped fucking me but his cock is still inside me, my legs wrapped around his waist. “I don’t want to hear your excuses. Do you agree that you should be punished?”
Just that single word is enough to make me shiver. “Yes… no… I don’t know. Please…”
“Please what?”
“Please keep fucking me.”
“You can beg better than that, sweetheart.”
It’s almost impossible to think straight but I force myself to focus. “Please keep fucking me, Master.”
The words have barely left my mouth before he turns feral. With a growl, he spins us around until my back is wedged up against the cold, smooth wall, and starts to pound me with savage ferocity. I feel like he’s splitting me in half—but it hurts so good. Hooking one massive, bronze-swirled forearm under my right knee, he forces that leg further up and out, changing the angle so I’m no longer getting any friction where I need it most. I whimper in frustration.
“This is your punishment, pet,” he rasps. “Since you came without permission, you don’t get to come again. This is for my pleasure.”
“No, please!” His whispered threats only make me more desperate to have what he’s denying me, and he knows it, damn him.
“This is what you were made for. What your body was made for. To take my cock, my pain, my seed. You’re mine now. I own you.”
Every word sends tingles skittering along my sex. My clit is thumping with need.
He’s thrusting faster now, pounding me against the wall. I meet his gaze, hoping he’ll change his mind when he sees my expression, but his eyes are glazed.
“My… pet… Omega…” The Demon King’s roar mingles with my shout of pleasure-pain as his cock thickens further, stretching me beyond what I should be capable of handling.
My pussy flutters as he fills it with rhythmic jerks, his outstretched wings quivering, his eyes closed, his head thrown back, lost in pleasure. Just when I think he can’t still be coming, he lets out one final groan and relaxes against me. He lowers my leg to a more comfortable position and leans in, nuzzling my neck in a gesture completely at odds with the savagery he just displayed.
