My lips curl into a grin. “Then let's do this properly.”
I let my human appearance fall away, revealing the monster underneath. My horns curl out from my temples, my wings unfurl behind me, and dark scales cover my skin. Around us, the demons go silent.
Simone draws in a sharp breath, but she's not afraid. Her pupils are wide, lust coming off her in a delicious wave. I feed on it, savoring her response like the finest wine.
“Look at you,” I murmur, tracing one clawed finger along her jaw, so very careful not to cut her. “Wet for me already.”
She doesn't deny it—there's no point. I lift her into my arms in one smooth motion and stride across the hall. By the time we reach the obsidian wood, every demon in the chamber is watching.
I set Simone on her feet in front of the cross, turning her so her back is to it. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, her nipples already hard beneath the silk.
“They're looking,” she whispers.
“Let them.” My claws make quick work of her clothes, slicing the dress until it pools at her feet. Her pussy is covered by a scrap of silk and lace, and I get rid of that as well.
Simone stands naked before the entire room. For a moment, she seems embarrassed, teeth worrying her bottom lip. Then she lifts her chin, staring the demons down like a queen.
Fuck, she's incredible.
“Eyes on me, little fairy,” I murmur, lifting her arms to the cuffs above her head. The leather closes around her wrists with soft clicks. I do the same with her ankles, spreading her wide, opening her to me. To everyone.
Then I drop to my knees.
She gasps as I press my mouth to the inside of her thigh, careful of my fangs as I drag my lips over the soft skin there. Her arousal is already running down from the juncture of her thighs, and I lap at it with my tongue, savoring her taste.
“Dieu, Az?—”
I find her clit, circling it slowly with the tip of my tongue, mindful not to nick her. She sobs out a cry, her legs jerking against the cuffs that hold her open, and I slide two clawed fingers up to her entrance, retracting the sharp tips before I push them inside her.
Her cunt clenches around me immediately, and I groan against her clit.
“You're so wet, little fairy. So fucking ready for my cock.”
“Please—”
Ignoring her protests, I feast.
I work her with my mouth and my fingers, watching her come apart against the cross, her wrists pulling on the cuffs. Her first orgasm hits her hard, a broken cry tearing out of her, herhips bucking against my face. I drink her down, not slowing, already building her toward the next release.
Around us, my court watches in transfixed silence, though a few have begun to touch themselves.
Simone’s second orgasm is messier. She squirts into my mouth, soaking my chin, my chest, her thighs. I groan, pushing my fingers deeper, and find that spot that makes her see stars.
“Az,Az?—”
The third climax comes barely a minute behind the second. By now, her thighs are slick down to her knees, and she's sobbing my name.
When I finally lift my head, her eyes are glassy, her lips parted, her chest heaving. My face is wet with her, and I make a show of dragging the back of my hand across my mouth.
“We're just getting started, little fairy,” I rasp.
I unhook her ankles, then her wrists, catching her as she sags forward. She's trembling, boneless.
I carry her to the spanking bench and lay her over it with her hips pressed against the padding, her ass in the air, her arms folded under her cheek. Her legs spread naturally, knees on the rests.
“Beautiful,” I growl, smoothing both palms over the curve of her ass.
I free my thick cock from my pants without taking my eyes off her, then drag the head through her drenched folds once, twice, watching her shudder.
