True to his word, he's already hardening inside me. This time, when he moves, it's with renewed purpose.
“I'm going to fill every hole with my cum before the baby wakes up,” he growls against my ear, and the filthy promise sends heat straight to my core.
He sets a punishing pace this time, pounding into me with an intensity that has me seeing stars. His mouth finds my breast, sucking and nipping at the sensitive flesh while his cock drives me toward another peak.
“Merde,” I gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders. “So good, Az. So fucking good.”
“My perfect little fairy,” he pants. “Taking my cock so well. You were made for this, weren't you? Made to be fucked by your archdemon.”
“Yes,” I moan, past the point of embarrassment. “Only you. Always you.”
The confession seems to drive him wild. His thrusts become erratic, desperate, and I feel him swelling inside me.
“Come with me,” he commands. “Now, Simone.”
I obey without question, my climax ripping through me just as he reaches his own. He groans my name like a prayer as he fills me with his release, his body shaking with the force of it.
When we finally come down from our high, he carefully withdraws and helps me sit up. Though he doesn’t seem to be done with me yet.
“Turn around,” he instructs, his voice gravelly with desire.
I obey, positioning myself on all fours on the couch. I hear the distinctive sound of a plastic bottle cap, then feel the cool touch of lubricant between my cheeks. He must have summoned some through the ether.
“Is this okay?” he asks, his finger circling my back entrance.
“Yes,” I breathe. “I want everything you promised.”
He takes his time preparing me, working me open with patientfingers until I'm writhing beneath him. Only when I'm begging does he finally line himself up and push inside.
The stretch is intense, bordering on too much, though not painful. He goes slowly, letting me adjust to his size.
“Breathe, little fairy,” he murmurs, his hand stroking soothingly down my spine. “You're doing so well.”
When he's fully seated, he reaches around to find my clit, rubbing in gentle circles that have me melting beneath him.
“Move,” I plead. “I can take it.”
He starts slowly, building to a steady rhythm that has both of us moaning. The twin sensations of his cock in my ass and his fingers on my clit quickly become overwhelming.
“Come for me,” he demands. “Come with my cock in your ass. Show me how hungry you are for it.”
The filthy words combined with his skillful touch push me over the edge once more. I cry out, my body convulsing as my orgasm crashes through me. This time, it's so powerful that I start squirting, my release soaking the cushions beneath us.
“Fuck,” Az groans as I tighten around him. “That's it, little fairy. Squeeze the cum right out of me.”
He thrusts a few more times before finding his own release, announcing it with a satisfied growl. “I'm filling you up, little fairy. Just like I promised.”
We collapse together afterward, both of us breathing hard. As we catch our breath in each other's arms, I start feeling embarrassed about the wet patch we've left on the furniture.
“Forneus is going to have to clean that,” I mumble against Az's chest.
He chuckles. “He's seen worse stains, believe me.”
I look up at him, satisfied and sated for the first time in weeks, as well as energized from the lust we generated, a sensation that’s still new to me.
But there's one more thing I need.
“Az… I miss having sex with your demonic form,” I confess. “The way you felt inside me when you were transformed...”
