Page 36 of Demonic Affliction

“Do that again.” His hand tightens around my neck. “I want to hear you moan for me.”

His other hand slides up, tugging my peaked nipple through the fur, and I obey, my mouth falling open with a moan. I arch against him, and my nipples drag against the fur, giving me the friction I want. But it’s not enough. I want to feel his hands on me, want to feel Dravik’s bare chest against mine.

Like he’s reading my mind, Dravik reaches up and rips the fur from my torso, exposing my body fully. I have half a second to feel exposed before his eyes land on me and burn any self-consciousness away.

He gazes down at me, his chest rumbling with an appreciative growl. “Gods, are you beautiful.” His voice comes out rougher than I’ve ever heard it, and goose bumps rise on my skin.

Dravik pushes out of the water in one smooth motion, and then his warm body is on me, everywhere, all at once

One hand slides beneath my head, protecting it from the stone as he lowers me to the ground. The other grips my hip, hooking my leg over his waist and opening me up to him fully.

He thrusts, dragging his hard length against my center, and I let out a gasp, my back arching off the stone at the sudden rush of pleasure.

I can feel every inch of him where he's pressed against me, thick and heavy. He's ridged, like Rhune, but he doesn't have the fleshy projections at the base, nor the tentacle-like arms Cin has.

He is, however, unbelievably massive.

As in, there-is-no-way-this-thing-will-fit massive.

The thought must show on my face because Dravik goes still above me, one hand smoothing back the hair stuck to my forehead. “Don’t worry, little one,” he soothes. “We will go slow. You will take me.”

“But—”

Before I can say anything more, Dravik slides back into the water, his hands finding my hips and hauling my ass to the edge of the pool.

His head is level with my center, his breath hot against my pulsing core, and just the anticipation of it has my hips shifting toward him.

“So wet for me. So needy,” he growls, sliding a hand up my inner thigh. He dips a finger inside, and I cry out as he stretches my walls.

“That’s just one finger, little one. You’ll need to take at least three before we try my cock.”

I whimper, but he leans forward, pressing his mouth to my clit, and the sound dies in my throat. His tongue works my clit in slow circles while he pushes his finger deeper, curling it against my walls in time with every stroke of his tongue.

It feels so damn good, and before long, I’m seeing stars. My thighs shake on either side of Dravik's head as I climb closer and closer to my release.

I come with a shattered scream. My vision goes white as pleasure pulses through me, numbing my fingers and toes. Dravik doesn't stop, working me through every last wave of it with slow, unhurried strokes of his tongue, until I’m practically boneless.

Dravik raises his head, his eyes wild and face covered in my release. If anything, he looks more crazed than before—hungrier instead of sated.

“Again,” he growls, moving back toward my clit.

“Wait! I’m too sensitive⁠—”

But it's too late. Dravik is licking me again, causing my legs to shake wildly and black spots to line my vision. I try to close my thighs around his head, but his shoulders keep them pinned wide open.

He adds a second finger, working it alongside the first with the same relentless rhythm as his tongue, and I cry out as pain and pleasure mix into one.

Dravik tries to press in a third, but it won’t fit. My body is still stretched tight around the two already inside me.

“I-I can’t.” I gasp.

“You can.” His voice vibrates against my core. “You will.”

Instead of forcing it, he works me harder with his tongue, sending me right back to the edge of another orgasm. He curls his fingers against that special spot, and I come with a shattered cry. My body opens up, and he presses the third inside, causing me to choke on my scream as the feeling of fullness overtakes me.

“That’s it,” he says, slowly moving them against my walls. “You’re doing so, so well. Just a little more, and you’ll be ready for me.”

He curls all three against my walls, and I scream, nearly blacking out from the intensity of the pleasure rushing through my body. I think I’m coming, but I’m not sure anymore—it’s all too good, too much. I couldn’t even tell you my own name.