She blinks at me quizzically, but then her smile widens and I am starting to truly wonder if some imp got ahold of one of her ancestors.
“I can see that you are demon,” she replies with a throaty chuckle that teases my inner ear and sends a shiver through me. “Do you really think I would play with the fire if I didn’t get a thrill from risking the possibility of being burned?”
My brow furrows as I try to make sense of her words. “I am not a fire demon. A fire demon would carry genuine risks of burning their lover if their passions got out of control.” I give it a bit more thought. “Although my cold can certainly burn, but there is still no fire involved in that.”
Shawna giggles, distracting me from my thoughts, and I refocus on her face, brightened with her amusement. Her eyes dance merrily and I feel that flow between us like another slow sip of her addictive sweetness.
“Okay, that was a poor metaphor on my part,” she admits, with another small burst of laughter.
Every delighted laugh from Shawna dances through my senses with alarming potency. My concern for her welfare is suddenly matched by a very real concern for myself as I feel the response in my own energy. I should be fleeing far away from her if I had any sense because this feels foreign and frightening in its unfamiliarity, even as it is an addictive pleasure. The feast is a natural part of restoring vitality to frost demons, but the feast is measured and controlled inflow as one intentionallydraws the energy. Not this chaos! Can it harm me? If so, it seems that I am one doomed demon because I cannot bear to leave her. If she insists on continuing, we can both take the risk of being destroyed together.
She shifts against me as if she is trying to snuggle closer, despite our current proximity. She is already pressed firmly against me, her knees tucked between my splayed legs. Her body angles forward a bit more, and it seems to serve a purpose because her mouth is suddenly closer to my ear, her breathing warming it.
“What I mean to say is that the idea of you losing control excites me,” she whispers. “I want you, and I’m willing to take the chance.”
I tremble in reaction, and my wings shoot out before snapping around her. Shawna gasps as shock trembles her much smaller, but deliciously lusher, frame in response. I wonder if perhaps I have frightened her but then I am hit with another, thicker wave of her pheromones and I nearly drop to my knees with the need that gathers and burns within me. Releasing her wrist, I lower my hand to her waist, and I drop my nose into the meeting place between her shoulder and neck. I breathe her in and my wings clasp her more firmly and intimately.
The window for retreat has now passed. It seems that we will both be doomed together then.
“Very well,” I growl and as my internal icy heat rises sharply within me, no longer within my control as my hunger rises in a sharp demand that I can no longer suppress or ignore.
My tail slides around her hip to drop between the soft, twin globes of her ass and presses against the sensitive flesh there as I release it and lift my hand to the side of her left breast where it joins my opposite hand that has lowered to the side of the right one. My hands follow the band of her covering back to its clasp, and I methodically release each hook beforedragging the garment down off her arms. I drop it to the floor and rest my hands once on the sides of her breasts, teasing her until she releases my horn and finally leans back trustingly into the hold of my wings. My wing-claws hook together to give her extra support as I cup the fullness of her breasts within my large hands and gently swipe my clawed thumbs over the nipples tipping each peak, rolling it with exquisite care. Shawna gasps and murmurs her encouragement, and so I take the opportunity to leisurely pet and massage her breasts.
Lowering my head so that my tongue strokes her nipple with long licks that flick those tender fleshy beads, my fingers trace a path going from the outer sides and drawing intentionally towards their peaks in a firm caress. It is only once my fingers meet that I suck her nipple into my mouth firmly until it makes her squirm delightfully in my hold as the scent of her need flows steadily off her. I continue the same methodical caresses with my hands and mouth until her panties become soaked, signifying her readiness as her arousal dampens her thighs and wets my tail.
In response, the tip of my tail curls upward and into her panties, sliding slowly against the flesh surrounding her sex. Shawna wriggles and I wiggle my tail in the opposite direction until she whimpers and grinds her wet cunt against it. The musk of her natural perfume rises and my cock jerks angrily between us. Turning the outer side of my tail toward the fabric of her underwear, I work my tail out the opposite side of her underwear and lift the ridged plates that trail down my center of my tail. With one quick snap of my tail as I drag it back through, the fabric tears open with enough force to make her bottom bounce.
I slide my hands from her breasts down in a slow motion until my hands meet at the center of her back and drop lower to skim over the ragged scrap of fabric around her waist to the flesh now exposed just below it. I slide my fingers over her baredass down the bottom edge of her sopping slit. I rub my fingers back and forth there, gathering her moisture until she trembles before dragging my fingers back and upward again so that my claws very gently scrape her bottom. Her shiver and quiet mew of pleasure inflame me so that I grip her bottom and squeeze the cheeks, pricking my claws slightly harder as I drag her wet cunt up against my aching cock. I rub her against my length with every gentle flex of my hands until her body tightens and moisture floods out of her in a sudden spasm as she gives a little, helpless cry.
I grin against her neck and lick the salty-sweet flesh there as I rub my hands in circles over her bottom before gripping the edges of the torn fabric. I give it a sharp yank, tearing it the rest of the way up her backside. The band tears and the fabric falls away until it is only held in place in the spot where our bodies are pressed tightly together. I grab it with one hand and pull it free before tossing it aside. Finally, she is completely bare.
I nuzzle her neck before drawing back my wings and guiding her to lay back on the rug. Her breasts are flushed pink with the heavy bloom of her arousal. She watches me with bright, glazed eyes, her reddened lips parting as she draws in short little breaths. Her eyes follow me as I rise to my feet before shifting the bells that jingle as I kick off my boots. Their jingle becomes quicker and more unchaotic with my movements as I unknot the sash and pull it off, only for them to clang loudly when I drop it beside her ruined underwear. Her eyes don’t remain on the bells long, however, once they are discarded. The moment my hands go to the ties on my trousers, her focus snaps to them and her breathing slows, though it becomes more ragged to my ears as her gaze follows the descent of my trousers as I tug them off. Though her eyes follow them down my legs, her gaze snaps back up to focus on the proud jut of my cock when I kick the trousersaway to join the rest of my things. I am not entirely sure if it is a good thing that her eyes widen in response to the sight of it.
My hands flex nervously at my sides, and I look down at myself, wondering how my bare body appears to her. My frame is whipcord and lean muscle with narrow shoulders, a defined chest, and a ribcage that is accentuated by a sunken abdominal wall. It gives me the bearing of a half-starved and hungry wolf despite the perfectly sculpted shape of every muscle. The overall effect is something I seldom see on healthy human men. It will likely be abnormal in her eyes, especially with the girth of my cock that rises like a massive war-sword piercing the air at my navel. In my opinion, it is not particularly long like cocks common among other races of demons. It does, however, possess an absurdly thick girth and a thick, pointed head that crowns a shaft beaded with several segmented sacks. They run up the length of my cock and have become bulbous and engorged with my desire. The contrast between my thick cock and the rest of my body is so accentuated that I cannot help but worry that it appears freakish to her.
The longer she stares, the more worried I become until she suddenly licks her lips and expels her breath sharply from between her rounded lips.
“Whoa. That... that I did not expect.”
I blink back at her, barely clinging to rationality as her scent thickens, tormenting me to the brink of insanity.
It seems that we are both a bit surprised, because I did not expect that either.
Chapter 17
