He helped her shift, then reached up to grab a pillow to support behind her shoulders and lower back. With this angle, it wouldn’t stress her hip, and it allowed him to hold the weight of her straightened leg while she remained on her back.
Behind him, his tail flicked out to grab something from the bedside table, but it was lost to the first slip of his finger at her center.
Aofe nearly cursed.
Kizros did. “Blazes. You’re so wet.”
Panting because his finger justfroze there, she managed to throw him a confused glare at the subtle question in his response. “Did you think I wasn’t aroused?”
He frowned. “Of course not. It’s just… female demons don’t produce this much. Their points of arousal are deeper.” His tail came closer, a jar full of a clear, viscous liquid. “We’re usually prepared.”
Aofe snorted. “Well, definitely still use that, and know my arousal point is more on the outside.”
“Really?” Kizros asked, and he would’ve pulled her leg open to see for himself if she hadn’t stopped him with a hand clamping on the one still annoyingly unmoving.
Below the curls between her legs, she slowly guided him to that spot, watching his eyes widen in fascination as she bucked at the sensation of his warmth touching her.
“Oh, that is very nice,” he mused. “Easy to find, and so many different ways to bring you pleasure with it right there.”
She almost laughed and said that most men couldn’t, but Kizros wasn’t most men. He wasn’t even man at all, really, but that thought didn’t bother her. Not as he switched his hand for the blunt edge of his tail to keep teasing her. Not as he coated his length and thatknotwith the lubrication. And definitely not as he gently pressed the head of his cock inside her.
Kizros groaned, tilting his hips to slide just a little farther before pulling out again. “Fuck, Aofe.” His hand adjusted on her thigh, but he didn’t try to raise it or shift it beyond what she’d asked of him. Just held it a little more firmly as he pushed forward again, sliding deeper.
The sound of her arousal and the lubrication was something obscene, so much heat where he touched her, that thestretch was an afterthought. His tail curled around her ankle, sliding and adding yet another sensation. Not to mention his free hand, gliding up her stomach to caress her skin as he whispered her name and sank farther inside her.
Talk. She was supposed to be talking to him, but all she could manage were stuttered breaths and moans of assent. One hand fisted the sheets, the other curled under her head for better purchase as she felt him pull out to nearly the tip.
Kizros thrust deeper, not hard, but enough that a new, fluttering sensation started in her belly. The angle and the press of his knot against her clit sent a shock through her system.
“Aofe,” he muttered, falling still as she let out a cry.
“Good, good,” she stammered, desperate for more friction. “That’s just new.”
To be filled fuller than she’d ever experienced, but still not close to being finished. To have so much of her set alight by touch and attention, and somehow feel as if she could take more.
“I can come like that,” Aofe realized, sucking in a breath as he slowly pulled back. “Your knot there.”
Kizros used his shoulder to push his glasses back up his nose, a slight shimmer of sweat lining his forehead. “If I feel you anymore, I won’t last.”
“I can take it,” she reassured him. “Please.”
“Fuck,” he grunted, and then he was moving faster, his knot hitting her clit with each forward thrust.
Aofe marveled at how his musclesmoved, how he focused on keeping the strain off her joints as he worked for their pleasure. How he somehow managed to have control over holding her with one arm, squeezing her breast with the other, and teasing her legs with the tip of his tail. And to do all of that while chanting her name with such adoration, she might never allow anyone but him to use it.
With the next thrust, as his knot slipped just beyond her entrance, that warmth blooming inside her finally burst. She cried out, straining against his hold as her muscles warmed and limbs shook with the orgasm. There were so many sensations she was only vaguely aware of Kizros’s final push, until somehow he was entirely inside her and she thought she might actually burst.
He leaned forward, holding his weight over top of her as he came, the knot stretching and elongating her pleasure until tears formed at the corners of her eyes. But he was so beautiful and vulnerable when he came, glasses askew and a deep flush to his cheeks, that she blinked them away in favor of watching him.
There was a soft ring in Aofe’s ears by the time he stopped, an extra warmth inside her that soothed where she ought to be sore. With his knot swollen and not going anywhere, Kizros finally gave up leaning on his shaking arm and lowered himself to the bed. He still hadn’t removed her leg, but instead gently maneuvered it over his thigh to keep her close.
“Oh,” Aofe mumbled, burrowing into his side. “This is nice.”
“We’re laying on top of the blankets,” Kizros said into her hair, arms banding around her naked back. “I don’t want you to be cold.”
She didn’t think it was possible when he held her like this, even if they were naked.
The comfortable silence lasted longer than she expected—his fingers trailing patterns over her back while she tried to mirror them on his chest. She could feel him softening inside, still incredibly warm where he filled her.
