Chapter 9
Chapter
Nine
M y skin felt too tight, and fire banked inside my pussy. I needed an orgasm, and I needed it now.
The demon was somewhere in the house out there and the flimsy knob lock wouldn’t keep him out if he really wanted in. But I really needed to come.
I kicked the blankets off the bed and tore my clothing from my body. Fuck the foreplay, I thought, as I dropped a hand between my legs to firmly circle around my clit. I tried to picture the dream that woke me so hot and horny, but I couldn’t remember the details. I remembered the feeling of being full and stretched. Now I ached with how empty I felt.
I circled my clit in quickening movements. Panting, I fought to maintain my breathing as pleasure wound through me. My cream leaked from my pussy as I drew closer and closer to orgasm.
The door flew open, banging into the wall and causing me to jump. Asmodeus stood in the doorway. His breath burst from him like a bellows, as his eyes took me in. I’d nearly jumped out of my skin when the door opened and was now laying splayed against the bed. His nostrils flared as I dropped my hands over my pussy to cover myself.
“Get out!” I yelled at him, stomach clenching as the orgasm I’d been so close to dissipated. The blanket was on the floor, but the sheet was within range. I reached for it only for Asmodeus to launch himself forward to snag the fabric before I could. He flung it across the room and I shouted at him.
“Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me right now?” His voice was gravel, growling through my whole body. He grabbed my ankle and tugged me toward him. I yelped and reached for the pillow to cover myself. He snatched it away too.
“Do you have any idea what the smell of you is doing to me?” He dropped to his haunches and leaned forward, taking the scent of me in.
I flushed hot, both embarrassed for being so exposed and turned on by his intensity and touch. He adjusted his grip, pulling me to the edge of the bed.
“I can feel your pleasure, and it is shuddering through me like my own. I need to taste you.” He drew my other leg toward him, opening me. My hands still covered my cunt, but my resolve was wavering as the heat of his breath blew over my throbbing flesh.
“Tell me, no.” He said, as he licked a path up my knee to mid-thigh. His paws came to rest on my knees, opening my legs wide to fit him. I should have fought him. I didn’t want him or what he had to offer. Hadn’t I sworn he wouldn’t get my body? But as he licked another stripe up my leg, I wanted to give into him.
“Tell me to stop. Tell me to leave and I will.” Another slow, hot lick up my inner thigh. “Otherwise I’m going to eat this pretty, dripping pussy until you can’t feel your legs. Then I’m going to make you come one more time just for my pleasure.”
Everything froze. I stopped struggling against him. He crouched there between my splayed legs with claws wrapped around my thick thighs. His eyes were hot on me, fire burning in the darkness. But he didn’t move, waiting for my answer.
This was where I was supposed to tell him to leave. He’d given me the power to stop everything, and I knew I should. But this was the first time in over a year someone had set me aflame. This was the first time in so long I wasn’t the only one invested in my pleasure. Sure, he was the enemy and would take my life in a few short weeks, but why shouldn’t I have this? Wasn’t it more reason to allow myself to take what I wanted?
Hadn’t I wondered since I was too young to admit what it would be like to have a werewolf eat me out? The demon had said he’d taken the form I’d chosen. Didn’t that mean he wanted to give me this? That I wanted this all along?
I tangled a hand in his fur behind his pointed ear and tugged. “Shut the fuck up and do it already.”
His growl shook the windows before he pressed a hand to my chest and forced me back. He pulled my legs impossibly wide and did as he was told.
The first swipe of his tongue from opening to clit was unexpected. His tongue was impossibly warm and firm. It didn’t move slick against my soaked flesh like a human tongue might. Instead, it tugged the sensitive flesh, pulling against it, sending spikes of pleasure through me.
Before I could think of the sensation, he was doing it again. And again. Long, firm, licks over and over. His tongue was more like a dog’s. Long, firm, and just a little rough as it lapped at my cunt like a starving man.
It might have reminded me of the first time I’d had a guy go down on me. Neither of us had a clue what we were doing. It was pretty much the same move as Asmodues was doing.
But As’ tongue was so long and thick it was almost like a burning, wet, textured dick was being rubbed between my folds. Which sounded terrible, but gods it felt anything but.
Heat built in me when he scraped his teeth over me before plunging his tongue into my hole. It wriggled its way in, forcing past the tension of unused muscles to move perfectly over some magical place that had me moaning out and seeing stars.
His answering growl had me arching off the bed and sinking my hand into his fur again. My legs were shaking where they pressed against Asmodeus’ grip. Pleasure was so intense, my body didn’t know what it wanted. My hips dipped away from him and fought his grip even while my hand in his fur pulled him closer, deeper.
My free hand moved to grasp my boob as his tongue plunged in and out of me, moving in waves inside of me and driving me insane. I tweaked my nipple and gasped. His eyes flicked to mine. Held.
He pulled out of me and before I even processed that, his tongue was flicking against my clit. The wide muscle wrapped around the whole thing and pulsed.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god.” I panted. Pulling desperately on his hair while roughly twisting my nipple.
“There’s no god here. There’s only you and me.” He bent back to work for a couple rough strokes of his tongue .
“If you’re going to chant anyone’s name while I’m inside you, it’ll be mine.”
“Shut up and make me come already.” I growled at him, refusing to back down and give him what he wanted. This wasn’t about him or us, it was about me.
My growl turned into a scream when As moved and pulled me off the bed entirely. He held me so my legs still straddled his face. He turned us and lowered onto the bed. I was barely done with the first scream when I yelped again, as he flung himself back onto the bed and pulled me with him. I ended up straddling his neck.
“You want to come so bad, then do it.” His claws grasped my ass, the flesh overflowing his wide grip. He yanked again, pulling me up over his head. “Take what you need, love.”
The position was never one of my favorites. I was too big, and I was constantly worried about smothering the man with my pussy. Having to explain to emergency services lived rent free in my head. Plus, from below there wasn’t much of a view besides my rounded belly and tits bouncing up and down. I could never get out of my head enough to enjoy it.
As didn’t give me a chance to second guess anything. He moved one paw to press against my belly and began moving me. His tongue was out and firm against my pulsating flesh. It didn’t take much for me to take over movement.
With Asmodeus’ help, I moved against him. Grinding my dripping cunt against his muzzle and tongue. He shifted so he could thrust his tongue inside of me, getting so much deeper from that angle. His damp nose pressed against my clit .
I dug my hands into his shoulders and held on as I finally came.
I was still shaking from the force of the orgasm when we were moving again. Asmodeus flipped us, I was sprawled on my stomach, his tongue still buried between my legs. The sensitive flesh pulsed around him as he hauled my hips up and dove in deeper. His tongue was so wide. Certainly wider than any guy I’d been with. The stretch as he reached deep, devouring me, was intense.
I wanted to tell him to stop. I wanted it to never end.
As let out a deep growl as my legs shook inside the hooks of his arms and I came again.
“You taste so fucking sweet.” He licked a wide swipe up from my clit to my back hole. I jerked in his grasp, and he chuckled deeply against my skin. “You’re better than I’d ever imagined you would be.”
Another long, languid stroke of his tongue had me trying to jerk away. I wasn’t into anal play and I definitely never had anyone go near it with their mouth. My body was confused by the sensation.
“Sweet.” Lick.
“Succulent.” Lick.
“Perfection.” Lick.
“I could do this forever and never get enough.” His tongue thrust into my starfish and I yelped, pulling away. But his grip wasn’t letting me go anywhere.
He didn’t go deep or hard, but he pressed firmly, stretching my flesh wide around his massive tongue. Shifting positions, he brought one arm around my belly, securing me in place. His other paw went between my legs where he used the back of his knuckles to grind into my clit as he tasted me .
“Mine.” he growled, circling his tongue around my tight hole. “You belong to me.”
“I don’t belong to anyone.” I said.
It probably would have sounded more convincing if I hadn’t been panting and moaning at the time. But the point apparently got across because the next thing I knew, Asmodeus was growling and shoving his tongue deep, deep inside of me. The knuckle that had been gently rubbing me pressed down and picked up pace, to match the rapid movements of his tongue in and out and around my aching flesh.
The hand between my legs turned and his claw was now rubbing against one of my favorite parts of my anatomy. I arched my body so I could watch as the sharp point teased my nub. It bordered on pain and, mixed with the building pleasure, was enough to send me over the edge for the third time.
My body collapsed onto the bed. I couldn’t feel my legs and I didn’t much care. I laid there panting as wet paws withdrew from my body.
“There’s a good girl, my love. Now you’ll give me one more.” I let out a weak laugh. There was no way. I was spent. Gone. Done.
The laugh turned into a yelp as I was flipped over to lay on my back. As crawled up my body, licking and nipping at my skin.
He used his paws to spread my thighs wide and settled his body between them. I could feel his cock pressed between us. He slicked it through my heat and I shuddered. He was so, so large.
“I’m not going to fuck you,” he said, gliding his giant dick between my lips, across my overstimulated clit. His breathing kicked up as he growled into my ear. “I’m going to get my dick nice and lubed up until you come. But I’m not going to fuck you until you beg me for it.”
I was about ready to beg for it. I’d had three orgasms and my pussy was clenching on nothing and it was an almost painful ache. I needed more. I needed him in me.
“I can see you thinking about it.” He thrust forward and circled his hips. Focusing his attention on my clit. “I won’t do it. I want you to want me when you’re not out of your mind with pleasure. I know I could have you right now with one thrust.”
He moved his hips and was suddenly there, at my entrance. So hard and hot. I arched up against him, but he moved away with a chuckle. “Oh, my needy little slut, I could have you. But it doesn’t count right now.”
I whined, needing to be filled. I gripped his furry shoulders and ground back against him.
“Please As, I need more.”
His chuckle was gravel. His breath was the bellows. He moved over me with slick movements that made obscene noises as my cream coated both of us.
“Take what you need, love.” We rolled again, and he was under me. I rose up and used my hands on his chest to brace me as I rode him. I could have taken him. The need to have him inside me was so great, but I ground against him. He wasn’t budging, and I wasn’t taking what he wasn’t offering. No matter how much we both wanted it.
Asmodeus’ claws came to my hips, helping move me back and forth. Holding me against him. I looked down and jerked in his grasp.
I’d never considered what a werewolf cock would actually look like, but it was definitely not like a human dick. It was thick and veiny. The dark red color looked painful and angry. The head wasn’t a full mushroom cap but more angled, with a flared head on one side.
And it was huge.
I wouldn’t compare it to my forearm. But it wasn’t far off. Like, maybe the forearm of a skinny person. Either way, the thing was huge.
The most notable thing though, was the large round knot at the base of his cock. It was half again the circumference of his shaft and I shuddered as I imagined the stretch of it inside me.
“That’s right, love. Think about how good it would be.” He circled his hips and brought me down against him.
“Look at you, splayed around me and so wet.”
Thrust.
“Listen to how soaked you are.”
Thrust.
“I can’t stop thinking about how good you taste.”
Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.
“I’m going to love making you mine.”
He jerked me hard against him, and I exploded. My hands fisted in the fur on his chest and my legs shook. I felt weak and lightheaded as I crashed down against him.
I shoved up as the first spurt of cum hit my belly. It was hot, like dipping a finger in a cooling candle wax. It didn’t burn. Not exactly. More of the heat of a fresh sunburn.
“Look what you made me do.” He grumbled, reaching between us to grab his cock and stroke it. A few more spurts sprayed out, splattering my belly and his. He groaned before taking my hand and sliding it through the sticky fluid on my belly. He brought it to my lips.
With only a moment of hesitation, I opened my mouth and allowed him to push my fingers between my lips. It wasn’t something I’d usually do, but there was a part of me curious to know what the demon tasted like. The answer was spicy, like cloves and cinnamon.
“I’d prefer if it was my cock you were sucking my cum off of, but watching you do it is nearly as good. Someday.” I removed my fingers from my mouth and rolled off of him. I laid sprawled on my back, staring at the ceiling.
What the fuck had I just done?
“There isn’t going to be a someday.” I said quietly.
“Yes, there will.” He was so sure, and that confidence struck my anger like flint to moss.
“No, there won’t be. This was a mistake. Everything about you being here has been a mistake.” I got up and grabbed a baggy shirt out of my dresser and yanked it on. With all the weight I’d gained recently, it barely covered my ass but it was better than being naked.
He surged off of the bed and stalked me down. I stood my ground, refusing to cower before him. I’m not sure at what point I stopped being afraid of him, but I was fairly certain he wasn’t going to hurt me.
“Nothing about us is a mistake.” He reached out and tangled a hand in my hair. “One day, you’ll see that.”
He released me and walked out of my room. If it felt colder without his presence, I ignored it.