Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 69711 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69711 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
For a long, agonizing moment, he’s still, growling, and I know he’s breathing in my scent. If this were any other sexual encounter with any other guy, I’d probably feel some level of shame in being sniffed like an animal but in this weird alternate universe, it turns me on even more.
I dangle helplessly in his hold, his warm breath searing my drenched pussy, trembling with anticipation. At last, he draws me closer and licks into me, his tongue sliding over my clit in the most delicious, heart-stopping way. I come instantly with an inhuman groan, every muscle in my groin clenching so hard, it’s borderline painful.
As he did last time with his fingers, the demon draws out my orgasm with eerie precision, somehow knowing the exact rhythm and pressure to use. At the same time, his grip on my waist tightens until it hurts, cutting off my ability to breathe so all I can do is convulse and clench against his tongue.
Only when my final flutters of pleasure have subsided does he relax his grip—but instead of setting me on the ground, he lowers me directly onto his cock, impaling me fully with one smooth stroke.
I can’t help but cry out as my pussy burns with the stretch. His tail seeks the small of my back, pushing me until I’m flush against his heated skin.
“You’re a naughty little pet.” He draws almost all the way out of me, pauses, and slams his cock home. “You came all over my tongue, practically drowning me in your slick,” another hard thrust, “but you didn’t ask for permission first.” Thrust.
“I’m sorry,” I croak, my mind spinning with sensation overload, “I couldn’t help it. Your tongue—”
He’s stopped fucking me but his cock is still inside me, my legs wrapped around his waist. “I don’t want to hear your excuses. Do you agree that you should be punished?”
Just that single word is enough to make me shiver. “Yes… no… I don’t know. Please…”
“Please what?”
“Please keep fucking me.”
“You can beg better than that, sweetheart.”
It’s almost impossible to think straight but I force myself to focus. “Please keep fucking me, Master.”
The words have barely left my mouth before he turns feral. With a growl, he spins us around until my back is wedged up against the cold, smooth wall, and starts to pound me with savage ferocity. I feel like he’s splitting me in half—but it hurts so good. Hooking one massive, bronze-swirled forearm under my right knee, he forces that leg further up and out, changing the angle so I’m no longer getting any friction where I need it most. I whimper in frustration.
“This is your punishment, pet,” he rasps. “Since you came without permission, you don’t get to come again. This is for my pleasure.”
“No, please!” His whispered threats only make me more desperate to have what he’s denying me, and he knows it, damn him.
“This is what you were made for. What your body was made for. To take my cock, my pain, my seed. You’re mine now. I own you.”
Every word sends tingles skittering along my sex. My clit is thumping with need.
He’s thrusting faster now, pounding me against the wall. I meet his gaze, hoping he’ll change his mind when he sees my expression, but his eyes are glazed.
“My… pet… Omega…” The Demon King’s roar mingles with my shout of pleasure-pain as his cock thickens further, stretching me beyond what I should be capable of handling.
My pussy flutters as he fills it with rhythmic jerks, his outstretched wings quivering, his eyes closed, his head thrown back, lost in pleasure. Just when I think he can’t still be coming, he lets out one final groan and relaxes against me. He lowers my leg to a more comfortable position and leans in, nuzzling my neck in a gesture completely at odds with the savagery he just displayed.
We stay like that for a few moments, locked together and silent. I breathe him in, trying—and failing—to think straight. His skin is so hot and smooth against mine. The shower is still running but we’re nowhere near it, and as the water cools on my naked body, I shiver.
The demon immediately lifts me away from the wall and slides his arms around me. “You’re cold. My apologies,” he murmurs, shifting me higher so he can slide out of me. I gasp at the sharp pang and close my eyes, embarrassed by the amount of cum gushing all over the floor.
He pets my pussy with his huge paw, rubbing the silky fluid of our combined juices between his talon-tipped fingers. “You please me, sweet one.”
I shiver again.
“I will take care of you.” He strokes my wet hair from my face as I droop in his arms. His tail snakes around my waist, holding me against him. “You need warmth and comfort. Rest.” He carries me under the warm shower spray and holds me up as the water sluices the evidence of our epic sex-fest from my body. After jabbing the lever to turn the shower off, he carries me out of the bathroom. If he’s tired of toting me everywhere, he doesn’t show it. “The rut… I got carried away.”