I come with a scream that echoes throughout the chamber, my thighs trembling around his head. The climax crashes through me, wreaking havoc on my muscles and leaving me gasping and shaking.
Before I can recover, Az flips me onto my hands and knees. His claw-tipped hands stroke over my pregnant belly with surprising tenderness.
“So beautiful,” he growls. “Round withmyseed.Myheir.”
I feel the head of his enormous cock pressing against my entrance, and despite my arousal, I tense slightly, wondering if I can accommodate him in this form.
“Relax, little fairy,” he murmurs for my ears only. “I would never hurt you or our child.”
I exhale, pushing back against him. The stretch burns, my body unused to the added size.
“Putain,” I gasp as he slides deeper. “You're so... big like this.”
Az chuckles, the sound rumbling through me. “And you're so tight, little fairy. So perfect around me. Your sweet body was made to take my cum.”
My eyes flicker around the room, and I bite my lip when I see demons watching us, fucking and masturbating openly. The air grows thick with the scent of sex and desire.
My archdemon begins to move, his thrusts careful at first, then growing more confident as my body accepts him. The scales on his cock create a delicious friction against my inner walls, the piercing hitting my G-spot hard enough to make me see Heaven.
“You feel so good,” I moan, pushing back to meet each thrust. “Deeper, Az. Give me more.”
His tail wraps around my waist, supporting the weight of my pregnant belly as he increases his pace. One of his hands slides between my legs, finding my clit and circling it. He doesn't cut me, but the threat of the claw is there, somehow increasing my arousal.
“You like being taken like this?” Az growls in my ear, his voice inhuman yet achingly familiar. “By a demon? By your archdemon?”
“Yes,” I gasp, shameless in my pleasure. “By you. Only you.”
My admission seems to break the final tethers of his restraint. His control slips, his thrusts becoming faster, harder, driving me toward another peak.
“Everyone here knows who you belong to now,” he says, his voice carrying throughout the chamber. “My consort. Mine to pleasure. Mine to protect.”
The possessiveness in his voice pushes me over the edge. I come again, harder than before, my inner walls clamping down on his demonic cock. My arms give out, and I collapse onto my elbows, my face pressed against the carpet as waves of pleasure crash through me.
Az doesn't stop, continuing to thrust through my orgasm. Around us, I hear the demons reaching their own climaxes, obviously feeding on our display, on whatever energy we're generating.
“Again,” Az commands, flipping me onto my back without withdrawing. “Let me see your face when you come one more time, little fairy.”
He looms over me, his wings spread wide, horns gleaming, eyesburning with a primal fire. It should be terrifying. Instead, it's the most erotic sight I've ever witnessed.
His hand cups my belly, thumb stroking over the swell where our child grows. “Mine,” he growls. “Both of you. Forever.”
He resumes his thrusts, each one angled perfectly. The pressure builds again, impossibly fast, my body responding to his as it always has. Maybe even more now that he's in this monstrous form.
“Az,” I gasp, feeling myself approaching yet another peak. “I can't… It's too much?—”
“You can,” he insists. “One more, little fairy. For me.”
The command makes me come so hard, it's almost painful. My vision whites out, my body convulsing around him, every muscle clenching as pleasure rearranges my perception of reality.
Az roars, pulling out at the last moment. His demonic cock pulses as he spills his release across my body. He marks my face, my breasts, my rounded belly, and between my legs, spraying me with copious amounts of pearly fluid.
The feeling of his hot release hitting my over-sensitized clit triggers another small orgasm, my back arching as I cry out one last time.
For a moment, the world goes dark. When awareness returns, I find myself cradled in Az's muscular arms, his wings folded around us like a cocoon of indigo feathers.
“Are you alright?” Az asks, his voice gentler now, though still carrying that demonic resonance.
I nod, too exhausted to speak. My entire body feels boneless, sated in a way I've never experienced before.
