He sucks on me harder and glides my hand up in a caress instead of answering with words. The ribs on his horn bump against my palm, and I wonder what they would feel like inside me.
My fingers continue to dance over him, alternating from rough tugs to soft strokes, and I can’t tell what he likes more, only that he’s enjoying all of it. As much as I love the feel of his mouth on my nipples, I’m ready for so much more. I direct Modeus’ head lower, and he eagerly complies, licking and tasting my stomach on the way down.
His fingers are already working on the button of my pants, and I shimmy my hips to help him get them off. “Sit,” he orders, already pushing me back. My butt hits the wooden step, and I don’t have time to worry about how long it’s been since they have been swept before his tongue spears into me.
The elbow of my free arm crashes onto the riser behind me, bowing my back, but I still don’t release my grip on his horn. He’s buried so deep, I can feel the tip of his nose nuzzling my clit. I spread my legs wider, giving him better access.
My heart beats so fast, I’m fucking panting like a bitch in heat, but I don’t care. All I care about is the next swipe of my prince’s tongue. One of his hands reaches up and palms my tit roughly. My grip tightens on his horn reflexively, and he lets out a groan before shoving his tongue as deep as possible, deeper than he’s ever tasted me. My head falls back, and he proves me wrong, snaking his tongue even deeper.
My orgasm catches me off guard. The buildup is so intense and swift, my teeth actually chatter before I snap my mouth closed and grit my teeth so I don’t echo my shouts through the entire house.
Modeus crawls up my body, his face wet and blue eyes blazing with fire. I just shake my head in awe. I can’t form words to describe what he just did to me.
“Don’t worry, princess. I have so much more to show you.”
My arms are limp at my sides, so when Modeus grabs my hips and jerks me forward, I don’t resist at all, not that I planned to. He leans over me, and I find myself peeking into his mouth, past his teeth, wanting to see that fucking magical tongue of his.
“Two more, and I’ll let you rest.” He’s counting orgasms. I feel like that one counted as five. I still can’t think straight. “Ask me for more, princess.” Modeus ghosts his lips over mine, and I swallow thickly as I lift my head to capture his mouth in a short kiss.
“Please.” I manage to voice the one word against his mouth, but it must be enough, because I feel a feral grin smear across Modeus’ face before he feeds me his cock, inch by slow inch. My eyes roll back in my head before he’s even halfway inside me.
This demon might actually fuck me stupid. He reaches above my head, and I see his bicep flex before he rolls his hips forward, seating himself as deep as my body will allow. He drops his face lower so we’re sharing our breaths. Our eyes are locked, and the intimacy of the moment would have terrified me before him, but I revel in it now. We share a soul, so there’s nothing inside me he can’t touch.
Modeus starts to move in and out of me slowly, making love to me with the unhurried slide of his body against mine. Every time his hips hit mine, a sigh leaves my lips. Every retreat is torturously perfect and leaves me clinging to him for just a little more. I hike my knee higher on his side, and when he sinks inside me again, my pain and pleasure response gets tangled up, and I push my heels into his ass, asking for more. The next strike is even deeper, and I start chasing another orgasm.
Both of his arms are above my head now, and I hear a creak of wood when he rocks forward. I don’t care if the church is about to collapse, what I care about is the sweat dripping down his temples and the awe on his face as he gazes at me, as if I’m something profoundly special when all this is his doing.
My inner walls start to convulse as soon as he pulls out again, but he slams forward, and his mouth falls open while my pussy spasms so hard, my back bows off the steps. When my orgasm threatens to slow, he pinches my nipple and I start quivering again.
Modeus lifts my arm and hooks it over his shoulder. When I lean forward, my back aches and I don’t cover the hiss that leaves my lips. Damn, how did I not feel that before?
“Are you hurt?” he whispers and nuzzles my ear.
“No more stairs.” My voice cracks, my throat is so dry.
“I’m sorry, Lore.” He rubs my back, and his fingers trace along the horizontal line across my shoulders. “Shit.”
“I’m fine.” I dip my head into his neck and kiss him lazily.
“I’ll make it better,” he promises in a deep rumble. Goose bumps rush down my arms, and I shiver in his grip.
Modeus settles onto the couch, and I can feel how hard he is underneath me. I look down between our bodies and see his long, thick length. His hands are on my waist now, and he lifts me enough so when he shifts a little farther down the sofa, his cock angles up. Only then does he lower me. “One more, princess.”
A soft whimper leaves my lips as he nudges into me. Gods, he feels even bigger than before. I plant my hand on his shoulder and bite my bottom lip. I can’t drop my weight. Not yet, it’s too much.
“You’re so swollen.” Modeus tips his head back and groans. I watch his throat bob as he swallows. I commit the vision to memory. It’s not that I think I’ll have much need for solo material with three mates, but it’s just too erotic to forget.
I continue to kneel but lean my upper body on his shoulders. “I feel like I need to say sorry, but it is kind of your fault,” I say breathily.
Modeus slowly brings his face level with mine. His stare is intense, and when he slips his hand up my back and threads his fingers into my hair, my body slackens a little. He’s the perfect puppet master, and he knows it.
“I love your reaction to me. Love how your body accepts mine. Love how I can see and feel what I do to you. Don’t ever be sorry for that, princess.”
His words are slow and measured. I slip farther and farther down his shaft as he speaks to me in dulcet tones. My body surrenders to his with ease when I take my head out of the equation. When I’m fully on his lap, he tilts his head and gives me the sweetest smile to ever grace a demon’s lips. “I’ll try to stop at one more.”
Cyrus
I attemptto wake up about four times before it actually takes. Even then, I can’t sit up for a solid two minutes. My head is clear, even if my body still feels like I fell out of a tree and hit every branch on the way down.
