I was both in heaven and hell. I needed more, and I needed him inside me. Now. Like he could read my mind, he pulled away. Before I could catch my breath, he went lower and lower and bent my legs with ease. Before I realized what he was about to do, his tongue was grazing over my hole.
“Oh fuck, Dagon.”
“You taste so sweet. I want to devour you,” he said between licks, and oh boy, did he do exactly what he declared.
With the unabashed movements of his tongue, Dagon kept devouring me again and again. When he pushed his tongue inside, I almost came untouched.
“I need you. Fucking now, Dagon.” He hummed and kept plunging his tongue in and out. “You better put that cock inside me right now,” I demanded.
What the fuck happened to me? I couldn’t believe I said this, but Dagon was torturing me, and I couldn’t think straight.
“We need lube.”
My mind was frayed. What did he say? Lube? Oh, lube, yes, we needed it.
“Umm, I have- oh fuck, I have coconut oil in my bag.”
Dagon moved with lightning speed. A second later, he was hovering over me and taking my lips in a bruising kiss. Groaning, I tasted myself on his tongue, and my cock leaked. I tensed when I felt his finger over my entrance but relaxed quickly.
Did I have any doubt Dagon was a demon? No. But if I had, I wouldn't have right now because he spent so much time prepping me. Agonizingly slowly. One finger, two, then three. When he added a fourth finger, I knew I was on the brink of coming.
“I want to come with you inside me,” I moaned.
“And you will,” his voice was a mix between his human one and the demon one.
I opened my eyes. I hadn’t even realized I’d closed them. A pang went through my heart when I saw his wild eyes.
“Let me see my demon.”
“Diablos,” he said in warning.
“Let me, Dagon, and then make me yours.”
For once, he didn’t waste time. A blink later, he was above me with his wings spread wide, his horns on his head, and eyes with depths I could lose myself in.
"Do you know why I spent so much time prepping you? Because in my demon form my cock is bigger. I don't want to hurt you. Are you sure?” he positioned his cock on my entrance and waited for my answer.
“Yes,” I said without hesitation.
Of course I was sure. He was every fantasy and every dream and every quiet, impossible thing I had carried for eight years. And now he was hovering over me with wings spread wide, asking me if I wanted him. As if there were a version of me that wouldn't.
Instinctively, I tensed, but when Dagon kissed me gently, I relaxed. Even when he breached the first ring, he went slow, and the room filled with our panting and moans. Dagon kept touching me everywhere he could. His eyes danced with different shades of purple, and my body heated like I was burning.
When he was fully inside me, a mix of a moan and a satisfied exhale left me.
“Di,” Dagon’s voice sent shivers over my body. My sweet demon’s voice.
“Fuck, you’re sexy.”
“So are you. And you are mine,” he punctuated every word with a slow thrust.
I couldn’t hold back any longer. I moved, and everything after that was madness. Caressing his wings, I found places that drove him mad, places that made him drive into me with the kind of force that left me breathless.
What made me lose it was when I grabbed his horns. He let out a moan that shook the bed and the furniture around us.
“Mine!” he kept chanting again and again.
“Yours. Dagon, fuck, right there.”
