Night One
Night One
Zenith
W ho knew that hell could be so heavenly?
The fizzing magic that Dante uses to teleport us to hell is like pop rocks all over my skin. One minute we’re pressed tightly together, being blasted by ice cold water, and the next it’s like being in Florida. The humidity is sweltering. I let out a huff, fanning myself as all the wet places on my body become uncomfortable. God, I need to get my clothes off or there is going to be one hell of a chafing situation, but hopefully Dante will be helping with that.
“Home sweet home,” Dante says, taking a small step back and gesturing around. It’s a living room. Just a normal-looking living room, no implements of torture or pain strewn about, nothing really interesting besides the ‘Cowboys I need round one.” I reach between our bodies and grip his shaft. I can’t close my fingers around him and it makes my mouth water. I stroke his length a few times, testing what speed and pressure he likes best. When his breath catches, I stick with that, giving him a few playful pulls. “I want more, right the fuck now, Dante.” The demand rolls off my lips as a purr.
“What a naughty kitten you are,” he says, lifting me suddenly. My hand is reluctant to let go of his cock but given no choice as he tosses me onto his king-sized bed. I yelp as I sink into the many layers of blankets, not expecting this much softness.
“Says the pillow prince!” I call from the hidey hole that has formed around me. I wriggle and do my damnedest to sit up before there is a blur of red and Dante is on top of me, pinning my wrists above my head.
“Pillow prince? That’s a new one for me. Normally I get sex god—” He groans as I tilt my hips up and catch his cock between my thighs. “Fuck, Zenith, you are something.”
“Make me into your something,” I tease, rolling my hips and sliding his cock between my wet lower lips.
“I don’t need to be told twice.” He reaches between us and adjusts the position of his cock, the bulbous crown pressing against my tight entrance. I let out a little whimper knowing the burn is going to suck but be so worth it. He winks. “Just breathe for me.”
Pressing his hips forward slowly, that massive cock breaches my entrance and I nearly shoot off the bed. The burn is something; my muscles aching to make room for him inside my body. He tsks softly, kissing my neck and chest. His lips catch one of my hard nipples and his tongue, gently forked, rolls the sensitive bud back and forth. My inner muscles spasm, and my eyes drift closed as the sensation turns from too much into a warm pleasure.
“Ok, fuck, I’m ready,” I pant.
He presses in an inch at a time; the short few minutes feeling like hours until his hips are settled against mine. I feel his crown pressed to the mouth of my womb, and it makes my toes curl into his soft blankets.
His lips pop off my nipple and he grins. “You are so damn tight. You sure you been fucked before?” he asks as he pulls back an inch before snapping his hips forward. I open my mouth to answer, but the words die as he sets a punishing pace, fast and deep.
My back arches off the bed, a keening cry falling from my lips. I’ve never made a sound like that before, but I sure as fuck have never been pounded like this before.
Dante growls, pressing his forehead to mine and staring into my eyes whenever I manage to get them open. “You take my cock so well, kitten. This pussy was made for my dick.” His praise makes me burn even hotter. I pant and grind my hips against his, wanting to feel him go harder, even deeper if that is possible.
“Feel so good, so full.” I groan, the pleasure making me claw at the bed above my head. He still hasn’t let go of my hands, even though I wouldn’t do anything but scratch at his back. Apparently he likes having me pinned down exactly where he wants me, and I’m game.
“Good girl, enjoy the feeling,” he says just as something slides between us—the muscled length of his tail slithering its way between my folds and finding my clit with a deadly accuracy.
I cry out, eyes slamming shut and body bucking. Dante just laughs, full-body fucking laughs, and if it weren’t for the way it makes his cock and tail vibrate against me, I would want to claw his eyes out. He picks up the pace, pulling out a little more each time until nothing but the head of his cock remains inside on each withdraw.
The sounds of our skin slapping and our shared moans and grunts fill the room, each little noise raising me higher and higher. His tail curls, rolling around my clit entirely, almost jerking it off, and that it what detonates me.
“Dante!” I cry his name as my body spasms, all my muscles quivering, my pussy milking the shit out of his hard cock. My heart is all fluttery in my chest, like it wants to escape and give itself right to this demon for owning my pussy.
“Fuck, Zenith, good fucking girl,” he moans, rolling his hips to help me ride out the waves of pleasure as they threaten to drag me into unconsciousness. “ My good girl.”