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)
“I… er… I’ve never done it before. Been licked there, I mean. But it feels…” I cast about for the right word and come up empty.
“I own you, pet,” he says, “all of you. If I wish to lick you here, I will.”
“Just licking?” There’s no way I could take his enormous cock back there. Not even if I wanted to. And I don’t want to…
He must sense my sudden fear and is quick to reassure me. “Just licking.” The unspoken for now hangs in the air for a moment before he bends down and slides his tongue over my ass.
I knew rimming was a thing people did but truthfully, I never saw the point in it—until now. This feels like heaven on a plate when Krav’s the one doing it to me. I’m moaning again, the knowledge that I can’t move, that all I can do is lie there and take it only serving to increase the pleasure.
He licks up and down every square inch of flesh between my legs until I’m coiled like a spring, trembling, aching for him. And when he rears up and fits the head of his cock at my pussy, I open my eyes to find him gazing down at me. His pupils are slits again, his lips set in a firm line. The bronze-swirled muscles of his violet chest ripple with his movement as he hooks my legs up over his shoulders and drives into me slowly… stretching… invading…
My pussy is still sore from our last round and I gasp as he forces me open, filling me beyond what I thought possible, the crests along his shaft hitting places inside me I didn’t know I had.
His growl erupts from his throat and my body reacts like it always does—with a shudder of pleasure and a gush of slick.
Leaning forward, his eyes still fixed on mine, Krav uses my wrists to pin me down. The different angle is putting friction on my clit, and I gasp as sparks shoot through my core.
“I own you,” he rasps as he begins to thrust hard. “You’re my pet. Mine.”
I can only nod, too swept away by the sensations of him fucking me to speak.
“Keep your eyes on me,” he says, thrusting harder.
It hurts so damn good. Who knew pain could amplify pleasure this way? Another orgasm is building… I’m getting closer with each thrust, each crushing press of my clit.
His tail is busy, too, snaking around him to tickle my rear. Press between my ass cheeks. Circle the sensitive rosette of skin and probe lightly, testing. The sensation makes my pussy gush. I’m close—
As if he can read my mind, Krav warns me, “Don’t forget to ask.”
He’s getting thicker inside me, I’m sure of it. My entire core pulses around him as if drawing him deeper. As if that were possible.
“I love to feel you stretched wide around my cock,” Krav whispers. “You fit me perfectly. Like you were made for me. Made for my pleasure. For me to fill you. And when you climax, that little cunt snatching around me, Ulf…” His groan almost pushes me over the edge.
“Please, Master, I need to come…”
“Wait… with me… now…”
He spreads his huge black wings, throws his head back, and roars. With every beat of his wings, his body rocks against mine, pushing his pulsing cock deeper. His cum boils out of him, searing me, and the combination of terror and lust sends me soaring over the edge.
I writhe and shudder beneath the magnificent monster, ecstasy lighting up my every nerve ending. All my thoughts white out except for one:
I won’t be satisfied by anyone else ever again.
Five
Renee
Is this my life now? Sex slave to a freaking demon?
I mean, sure, he can do magic, gives me anything I want, and has awakened a whole new kinky side of me, but…
I shift into downward dog, trying to concentrate on my breathing. Yoga always used to let me escape my tumbling thoughts, all the busy chatter that constantly scurries through my brain. Not today. No matter how many times I drag my focus back to my breath, I can’t stop ruminating over my situation—more specifically, how I feel about said situation.
When I first went with Krav, I had hoped that I would get answers to my many, many questions.
Unfortunately, I’m still waiting. Apart from telling me all that confusing Greek alphabet stuff, the demon has been infuriatingly tight-lipped. Any time I mention the other human Omegas, or ask how I got turned into one and brought to a different planet, he brushes me off—usually distracting me with a growl, which turns my insides into mush. He’s fucked me so much over the past little while that I had to beg him for a breather, which is why I’m now in my room, on the teal yoga mat he made for me, trying to quiet my mind.