Epilogue
AMAZRA
“I will return. Wait here.”
The creature whines but obeys, lowering its dark form to the snow. Two of its heads rest atop the front paws. The third head remains upright and attentive to its surroundings.
Even though my presence should be proof that this place is safe for hell beasts, I understand its apprehension. It will require time and experience before my words become its truth. Its reality.
As I stride to the front of the cabin, my footsteps leave impressions in the fresh snow that fell overnight.
I enter as quietly as I exited. The fire I started before leaving burns steadily now, the low lick of flames punctuated by an occasional pop as I cross the open, multifunctional room to the oversize bed at the opposite end.
My actions and movements have not disturbed Lilah. Quilt pulled tightly around her shoulders, she sleeps peacefully, dark hair spread like a fan around her beautiful face.
If all had gone according to plan, I would be removing my pants and rejoining her in our bed right now. Not to watch her sleep, though doing so continues to mesmerize me after sixteen months of lying beside her every night. It is time to wake my sleeping beauty.
Today I cannot do that by my preferred method—licking between her legs until she comes to consciousness while climaxing on my tongue. Such carnal pleasures will have to wait until we do not have an unexpected visitor crouching outside.
“Good morning,” I say while gently stroking her soft skin. First, her cheek. Then the delicate column of her neck, the slope of her shoulder, and the swell of her full breasts as I draw the covering down her body. Perhaps there is time for one pleasure.
Eyes still closed, her bottom lip falls when I trail a finger along the velvety flesh between her legs.
The scent of her arousal rises, tempting me to settle between her lush thighs and taste her, making her come until her pulse and breathing pattern tell me she is at the physical limit of receiving pleasure.
Instead, I test her readiness with one finger. Welcomed by her slickness, I withdraw, then enter her swiftly and fully with two fingers.
Her back arches, a mewl rising from her parted lips, followed by a soft, “Amazra.”
I cannot contain my hungry growl as her walls stretch to accommodate my fingers when I replace two with three. With my free hand, I guide her fingers to her clitoris. “Show me the way you take your pleasure.”
She has found her release with me more than a thousand times, yet continues to blush every time I watch it happen by her own hand.
Pink spreads across her body, coloring every lush, beautiful inch as her fingers commence ministrations on the bud peeking between her glistening, parted flesh.
Her embarrassment quickly gives way to desire, her movements increasing in speed and pressure.
Matching her pace, I thrust my fingers deep inside her, curling them for contact with the spot that always makes her abandon all inhibition.
Her wetness coats my hands as her hips buck upward, her movements devoid of any rhythmic pattern as she moans through her climax.
Then her deliciously full bottom drops to the mattress, and breathing heavily, her eyelids flutter open as she smiles up at me.
“Take your pants off so I can give you a good morning.”
My hellfire core flares at her offer, and I do not require a mirror to know she can see the flames behind my eyes. “Later, my Lilah. It is your Christmas Day and I can wait no longer to show you your gift.”
“Waking up with you is a gift every day.”
“Is that your human way of saying you do not want the gift I prepared?”
“Absolutely not.” Laughing and smiling, she wiggles her way out of bed.
I shake my head when she reaches for a short robe hanging from the bedpost. “You will require full attire.”
“To open a present?” she asks, angling her body away from me to look at the Christmas tree in what she calls the living room of our compact, singular space.
Though I offered to relocate to a larger structure, she declined, saying she prefers having me close every minute we are together.
“I only see my gift for you under the tree.”
“Yours is outside. Get dressed,” I say, smoothing my palms over her round buttocks, spreading them just enough to view her anus, since there is not enough time for me to pleasure her there.
Her breath hitches as my elongating nails dig into her soft flesh. Holding the bedpost, she leans forward, revealing more of her puckered rear entrance. “Are you sure you want me to put clothes on?”
“Perhaps what is outside can wait a few more minutes.”
Looking over her shoulder, her pupils expand as I stand, remove my pants, and take my hard cock in hand.
Her body temperature rises as she watches me stroke myself until beads of luminescent red leak from my tip.
I am incapable of impregnating her, but the hellfire fluid of my release brings her much pleasure.
She moves to the bed I had custom-built for her height and bends at the waist. Legs spread, she grips her round bottom and opens herself to me. “Give me everything. Make me burn.”
“You will have all that you desire, but I wish to look into your eyes while I fill you.” Gathering her in my arms, I lift her, then place her on her back with her hips at the edge of the bed, and guide her hands behind her knees. “Bring your legs up so I may see and taste you everywhere.”
Gaze locked with mine, her full breasts with their hard, dark peaks rise and fall rapidly as she complies.
I drag my hand down her body, committing each soft hill, valley, freckle, mole, and scar to memory as if it were the first time witnessing her magnificence. Lowering to my knees, I bury my face between her legs and inhale, pulling her scent deep inside me.
Leaning in, I close my lips around her clitoris and suckle, using the tip of my tongue on her until her hips tilt higher, a sharp, high gasp filling the air as she climaxes.
I do not give her time to recover before sliding my tongue into her vagina. Her inner walls squeeze tight as I plunge in and out, and when I drag and press it against the spongy area, she moans, long and low, her thighs trembling against my horns as her release coats my face.
“Open your eyes,” I say, then wait for her to meet my waiting gaze. “Do I have your consent to taste you everywhere? To fill every part of you with my cock?”
“Yes.” Her voice is scarcely more than a breath. “Taste me. Take me. Please.”
Again, I inhale, savoring the intoxicating combination of her satisfaction and continued arousal. “My Lilah,” I say, then lick her from clitoris to anus.
At the first press of my tongue there, her muscles tighten. The instinctive defense lasts only one second before her body remembers the pleasure my touch brings.
No more words are required between us. Nudging her legs farther apart with my shoulders frees her hands to take hold of my horns. Carnal desire roars inside me as she grips them hard enough that their texture will leave marks on her delicate hands. It has happened before, and she had no regrets.
Gripping her thighs, I allow my elongated nails to press deep into her suppleness. Deeply enough to elicit a flinch and sharp moan.
“Don’t stop,” she says when I reduce the pressure. “I like the sting. Do it again. Do it while you’re tasting me.”
“You cannot know what you do to me, Lilah.” And I cannot look away while sinking my nails into the welcoming cushion of her thighs.
The color of her skin deepens to bright red under my touch. Blood is just below the surface, but I am careful not to break the skin. Still, she will have marks later. Perhaps for days. Marks I will soothe with my tongue. Marks I will recreate when they have healed.
“Please,” she says, using my horns to urge me closer.
I can never resist her passionate pleas. One more soft lick, then I stiffen my tongue and wiggle it against her puckered ring, then push past.
“More, please more…”
I have pleasured her this way many times and know exactly what she craves. I plunge the full length of my tongue into her ass, holding it deep inside her while moving it in every direction but out. The tip of my nose dips inside her vagina, and the ridge of my brow presses against her clitoris.
The beautiful music of her climax fills the room as she rides my face through her release. Only when her hands slide from my horns do I ease backward.
Once again gathering her legs up with her hands, she presents herself to me while watching me lubricate my tip with its steadily leaking fluid. “I’m yours, Amazra.”
“And I am yours, my Lilah. For eternity.” Positioning the head of my cock at her anus, I slowly press inside, savoring the breach, the tight hug of her muscles as the head of my cock pops into place inside her.
She cannot take all of me in this position, but this is enough. Everything I have with her is more than enough.
I flatten one palm low on her belly, strumming her clitoris with my thumb in time with my shallow thrusts, increasing the pressure on her sensitive bud when her eyelids flutter closed and her thighs quiver against my skin.
The clench of her muscles as she climaxes triggers my release, and I hold myself still while emptying my heat inside her.
Her soft, feminine whimper when I leave her body is all the invitation my cock needs to return to full hardness, but it will have to wait until later to find its snug home again.
Scooping her into my arms, I take her to the large tub located a few strides from our bed and set her on her feet in its center. “I will clean my spill so you can get dressed. After we return from outside, I will bathe you and tend to the marks I left.”