Aofe grinned, shivering at the promise. “You got to say the words first, so I think it’s only fair I get to claim you first.” He groaned, tongue wetting his lower lip. “Will you be a good boy and let me taste you?”
She’d barely wiggled before he was lifting her by her thighs, holding her above his lap as his gaze heated even further.
“Sunshine,” he grunted, fangs elongating. “You can’t call me a good boy then grind on my lap if you want me to last.” Kizros lowered her onto the bed, this time closer to his knees and away from the bulge she was using to create friction. “We’re staying on the bed, though.”
Aofe didn’t object, directing him to lean on the pillows as she slowly worked the laces of his pants. Inch by inch, she tugged the fabric down, mouth watering as his knotted cock sprang free. But after his edging the otherevening, she wasn’t about to let him off easy. She took her time stripping him, then rubbing her hands up the insides of his legs, treating him to the same torture he’d given her.
By the time she had kissed every little divot and muscle of his legs, he was leaking and groaning curses.
Aofe licked the crease of his hip, hand coming around his cock and using his precum to coat his length. She slid up and down, twisting just as she reached the slight swell of his knot.
“Fuck, sunshine,” Kizros groaned, twitching in her grip. His hand flexed at his sides, trembling.
“Behave for me,” Aofe purred. “Tie those wrists back, baby.”
She glanced up the length of his body in time to see the two vines twist around his wrists and pin them to the headboard. She worked his length again, this time raising herself over the head of his cock.
Kizros swallowed as he met her gaze, cheeks dark and eyes absolutely molten. “I’ll teach you that rune.”
Aofe smiled. “Good boy.”
She dipped her head, flattening her tongue against him as she licked a stripe along the underside of his cock and over the slit.
Then immediately removed all contact from him as she sat up and glared at him.
“Kizros?”
“Fuck, don’t stop, sunshine,” he whimpered, sweat alreadybeading on his brow. When he realized his shifting hips weren’t getting him any relief, he popped one eye open. “Wait, what?”
She narrowed her eyes at him, folding her arms over her chest. “Why do you taste like vefuricot?”
Kizros cursed again, cock now leaking onto his stomach and looking painfully hard. “I… didn’t know how to tell you. Demons don’t like it; we just keep it around to extend the life of picked fruit.”
Aofe flung her arms out. “How about saying exactly that! Or ‘Hey, Aofe, that fruit you keep eating is kind of repulsive to demons because it tastes like our cum, but you seem to be really liking it so I’m just going to warn you before you mention it to the other humans in front of a demon who will totally judge you for it!’”
“I’m sorry,” he groaned, squirming in place. “To be fair, I think Severath was probably judging me more than you?—”
She leaned back down and clamped her teeth on the inside of his thigh. Kizros swore, loudly, which quickly turned into moan. “Fuck, how do your blunt teeth hurt so good? Do it again. Leave a mark.”
“Kinky, I like it,” Aofe purred, and while she wasn’t sure how easily demons bruised, she at least knew the line to walk when mixing pleasure and pain. So she sank her teeth in with the same pressure, hand wrapping around his cock again.
When the skin was sufficiently darkened from her torment, she returned to his cock, lickingup what had pooled between her hand and his length. It was an odd disconnect between the sweet taste of him and what she’d expected, though not unpleasant. Especially when she hollowed her cheeks and took him deeper, bobbing and twisting with her hand as she found a rhythm that made him whimper and curse and praise her momentum. She breathed through her nose, uncaring that her eyes watered as she sucked. Her lips brushed the top of his knot, her hand squeezing where she couldn’t reach.
“Sunshine,” Kizros gritted out between his teeth. “Don’t take my knot. If I come—fuck. Swallow now.”
His hips retreated slightly, leaving a finger’s length between his knot and her mouth as he came. Aofe stayed firm and swallowed him, kneading softly while his knot swelled in her grip. A good reminder that she did not want that to get stuck anywhere but between her legs. But then there was too much for her to continue sucking down, and she popped off with a gasp as the last spurts leaked down his length.
Kizros was already free of his restraints, swiping his fingers over her mouth and chin as he collected what she couldn’t swallow. She licked her lips, opening her mouth expecting him to offer it to her, but then his tail flicked between them and he grabbed the spade tip.
“Oh, no. I’m not wasting my cum,” he growled, collecting more from his length before coating his tail. “I’ll be putting this where it belongs.”
It was Aofe’s turn to whimper, particularly at howquickly he’d switched dynamics with her. “Kiz, please fuck me. Now.”
He needed no further encouragement, hands diving under her sweater as he yanked it off. Only to swear as he met her lacy undergarment.
“Too. Many. Clothes,” he grunted, scrambling for what she assumed was an easy ribbon to remove like her others before flicking out a claw and slicing the fabric right between her breasts.
“Kiz!” Aofe huffed, though she didn’t protest much as he removed the garment while sucking one nipple into his mouth. “I suppose I can afford a new one now, but don’t make that a habit.”
