He lowers his head slightly, bringing them within my reach. I run my fingers along the smooth ridges, and he shudders as if they're extra sensitive.
“And your tail?”
It swishes forward, curling around my wrist like a hand. A surprised giggle escapes my throat as I pet it, pressing my fingers against the scales.
Finally, my gaze drops back to his erection. It's magnificent and intimidating in this form—thicker, longer, the head more pronounced, the piercing gleaming in the low light.
Without thinking, I reach out with my free hand, wrapping my fingers around his shaft. Az hisses, the sound more serpentine than human, his tail clenching around my wrist.
“Be careful, little fairy,” he warns, pushing the words out through gritted teeth. “I'm barely in control as it is.”
The warning should scare me. Instead, it makes me feel powerful. I have so much control over this majestic creature's arousal.
I stroke his length, marveling at the contrast of soft scales against rigid flesh. Pre-cum beads at the tip, gathering on his piercing.
A wild, reckless feeling sweeps through me. Three years of captivity. Three years of slowly falling in love when I thought that part of me was dead. Three years of lies. And now, he's here, naked in more ways than one, while pregnancy hormones course through my body, heightening every sensation.
I look around at the demonic audience watching us, their eyes hungry, their bodies paused in various acts of pleasure.
“Take me,” I whisper, looking back into Az's fiery eyes. “Right here. Like this.”
His eyes widen in genuine surprise. “Simone...”
“I want to feel you in this form.” My voice grows stronger with each word. “I want all of them to see that you're mine now.”
Az grins, revealing sharpened teeth that should terrify me but only make my pussy throb with anticipation.
“Are you sure, little fairy?” His massive hands come to rest on my hips. “Once we begin, I may not be able to stop.”
I nod, trembling not with fear but with desire. “Yes. I'm sure.”
With a wicked smile, he turns to address the gathered demons, his voice booming throughout the chamber.
“Behold my consort, Simone,” he announces. “She carries my heir within her womb.” His grip on my waist tightens possessively. “You may look but never touch. She is mine alone.” Those otherworldly eyes return to mine, an ancient, unknowable emotion shining in them. “And I am hers.”
The demons murmur in response, some bowing their heads, others watching with increased interest.
Az removes my dress with clawed hands, the fabric tearing beneath his impatient fingers, and falling away to leave me naked before the assembled demons.
I should feel exposed, vulnerable. But I don't. I feel powerful. Desired. Worshipped.
“I want to taste you first,” I say boldly, lowering myself to my knees before him.
Az growls as I take his enormous cock in both hands, guiding it to my lips. The scaled texture is strange against my tongue, but not unpleasant.
“Merde,” I whisper, more to myself than to him. “This is... incredible.”
I lap at the head of his dick, circling the piercing with my tongue.Az's tail lashes behind him, his wings snapping wide with obvious pleasure. I take him as deep as I can manage in this form, using my hands to stroke what won't fit in my mouth.
“Enough,” he growls after a few minutes, pulling away. “I need you now.”
He lifts me effortlessly, laying me on a plush carpet in the center of the chamber. Around us, demons resume their own debauched activities, though some continue to watch us with hungry eyes.
Az kneels between my legs, his massive form looming over me. He lowers his head, horns gleaming in the light, and begins to feast between my thighs.
“Oh mon Dieu!” I cry out, my back arching off the carpet.
His tongue is different in this form—longer, more flexible, reaching places inside me that make stars burst to life behind my eyelids. I grab his horns without thinking, holding on as he mercilessly drives me toward an orgasm that might just kill me.
