My pussy is still sore from our last round and I gasp as he forces me open, filling me beyond what I thought possible, the crests along his shaft hitting places inside me I didn’t know I had.
His growl erupts from his throat and my body reacts like it always does—with a shudder of pleasure and a gush of slick.
Leaning forward, his eyes still fixed on mine, Krav uses my wrists to pin me down. The different angle is putting friction on my clit, and I gasp as sparks shoot through my core.
“I own you,” he rasps as he begins to thrust hard. “You’re my pet. Mine.”
I can only nod, too swept away by the sensations of him fucking me to speak.
“Keep your eyes on me,” he says, thrusting harder.
It hurts so damn good. Who knew pain could amplify pleasure this way? Another orgasm is building… I’m getting closer with each thrust, each crushing press of my clit.
His tail is busy, too, snaking around him to tickle my rear. Press between my ass cheeks. Circle the sensitive rosette of skin and probe lightly, testing. The sensation makes my pussy gush. I’m close—
As if he can read my mind, Krav warns me, “Don’t forget to ask.”
He’s getting thicker inside me, I’m sure of it. My entire core pulses around him as if drawing him deeper. As if that were possible.
“I love to feel you stretched wide around my cock,” Krav whispers. “You fit me perfectly. Like you were made for me. Made for my pleasure. For me to fill you. And when you climax, that little cunt snatching around me, Ulf…” His groan almost pushes me over the edge.
“Please, Master, I need to come…”
“Wait… with me… now…”
He spreads his huge black wings, throws his head back, and roars. With every beat of his wings, his body rocks against mine, pushing his pulsing cock deeper. His cum boils out of him, searing me, and the combination of terror and lust sends me soaring over the edge.
I writhe and shudder beneath the magnificent monster, ecstasy lighting up my every nerve ending. All my thoughts white out except for one:
I won’t be satisfied by anyone else ever again.
Five
Renee
Is this my life now?Sex slave to a freakingdemon?
I mean, sure, he can do magic, gives me anything I want, and has awakened a whole new kinky side of me, but…
I shift intodownward dog, trying to concentrate on my breathing. Yoga always used to let me escape my tumbling thoughts, all the busy chatter that constantly scurries through my brain. Not today. No matter how many times I drag my focus back to my breath, I can’t stop ruminating over my situation—more specifically, how I feel about said situation.
When I first went with Krav, I had hoped that I would get answers to my many, many questions.
Unfortunately, I’m still waiting. Apart from telling me all that confusing Greek alphabet stuff, the demon has been infuriatingly tight-lipped. Any time I mention the other human Omegas, or ask how I got turned into one and brought to a different planet, he brushes me off—usually distracting me with a growl, which turns my insides into mush. He’s fucked me so much over the past little while that I had to beg him for a breather, which is why I’m now in my room, on the teal yoga mat he made for me, trying to quiet my mind.
I go into a brief plank, then move intocobra, grateful I can remember the poses, at least. So much of my memory is missing, and it’s infuriating.
Krav was curious and surprisingly indulgent when I asked him for a mat. I had to explain what yoga was—which was no mean feat, let me tell you—and then detail the characteristics of a good mat. To my astonishment, he listened carefully for a moment and then, with a swirl of silver sparks, conjured one up out of thin air.
The guy can literally do magic. He went on to explain that that’s how I’m able to take him all the way in my throat and pussy—with a little enchanted help.
“I would break you, otherwise,” he told me.
No kidding. But when I asked him whether my other reactions were also induced by some kind of spell, he denied it. Which means—assuming he was being truthful—that I enjoy pain with my pleasure. That I have a submissive streak that makes me want to kneel at his big feet and worship at the altar of his raw dominance.
I’ve always been curious about BDSM, and now I’m getting the chance to explore it, it’s better than I ever imagined. But I’d better stop thinking about that, otherwise I’ll just get horny again. I heard that some women get a crazy high sex drive when they hit their forties, but this is a whole other level. Being easily aroused and wanting to bang more is one thing. Turning into a demon’s slavishly devoted fuckpet is quite another. I wonder if it has something to do with that whole Omega business, and freakingwishI could meet and talk to some of the other humans who are here on Ulfaria. Or, hell, just one of them.
Where are they? How did they get here? Are they actively looking for a way to get home? Do their partners treat them well? Do their partners make their clothing, too? Right now, I’m in Krav’s idea ofsomething comfortable—a green shirt which is basically transparent, and black harem pants. At least I can move in it.
