Chapter 22 #2
He stooped, sliding a hand into her hair to draw her head to one side so he could drag his teeth up her throat. His other hand reached around to cup her breast. She was enveloped by him, and this time, she was the naked one while he was fully clothed.
Releasing her hair, he pressed a palm between her shoulder blades and pushed her forward. She bent over the piles of loose papers and open books on the desk. His heat seared her, his big hands stroking down her spine, the ends of his soft hair tickling her skin.
Arching her back and leaning on one elbow, she pulled her own hair over one shoulder so she could see him behind her. He loomed like a shadow. His eyes were burning.
A jolt of arousal shot through her like a lightning bolt, and she felt her core flooding with heat. Just feeling his eyes on her, knowing she was exposed to him, was making her body go wild.
“Flat on the table,” he said with a growl that made the hairs on the back of her neck rise.
She hesitated briefly. There was some inner wall erected in her mind that she’d have to temporarily dismantle to give him this much control. She wasn’t sure she was ready for that. She wasn’t sure she wanted to give him any more power than he already had.
And yet, before she’d even finished the thought, she found herself flat on her chest on the table, her cheek against the rough texture of loose papers.
She saw him crouch in her peripherals. His palms landed on her ass cheeks, and he spread her all the way apart. She was so open, and he was so close that she could feel his breath against her slit. At this point, she was so wet, she swore it was about to start running down her legs.
Told you, bitch. This demon is a fucking genius.
And then he licked her.
An ungodly moan rolled out of her, like no sound she’d ever made before. She was barely aware of herself, her attention fixed on the hot bursts of pleasure between her legs.
“You taste fucking delicious,” he snarled.
He held her open and feasted on her like he was a starving man, his tongue spearing through her sensitized flesh, grinding against her clit in just the right way, and—
“Oh god—!” she cried, slapping her palms onto the desk beside her head and clenching her fingers hard enough to crumple the paper under them. Where did he learn to do that? She swore her clit was a goddamn vault that no one but her could open. If so, then he was fucking Houdini.
The big hands on her ass squeezed, his claws pricking her naked flesh. “You’ve created a monster, Suyin.”
“You … were already a monster,” she panted, black spots dancing in her vision as pleasure made her head swim. Her climax was so close, she could taste it.
“Look at you. You’re so wet you’d have made a puddle on the floor if I didn’t lick it up.”
She moaned again. “Murmur.”
“What do you want, little witch? Use your words.”
“Make me come! Fucking god, just make me—”
He penetrated her with his tongue, and she broke off with a cry. And then he went back to her clit, circling around it with precision. A few rubs on the top, and she flew over the edge into ecstasy.
She definitely made a whole bunch of uninhibited noises. Her thighs, ass, and legs all clenched with the rhythm of her core, and she pressed back and ground against his face. He flattened his tongue against her clit and let her ride it out.
Just as she crested over the orgasm’s peak, her muscles beginning to relax, he pulled away. She couldn’t have opened her eyes or lifted her head to save her life, and she could only wonder what—
And then she felt him. Thick and hard, pressing against her entrance. She gave thanks for the Cambion-conception ritual she’d read about—an accidental pregnancy was the last thing she needed right now—because she didn’t think she had the presence of mind to stop this.
The head of his cock met resistance against her opening, and for a moment, she didn’t think he would fit. The blunt head pushing against her felt way too big, and she remembered how her jaw ached after having him in her mouth.
But then he pushed harder, and there was a stretch—goddamn, was there a stretch—and the head slipped inside her.
“Fuck—!” Her spine arched.
He bent over her, planting his big hands on the table beside her shoulders.
She looked down at them and time froze for a second. I am being fucked by a demon in Hell, she thought. And I love it. I’m going to come again, and it’s going to blow my mind.
“Murmur,” she cried. All of a sudden, she felt strangely panicked. Probably because he could tear her clean in half if he wanted to. But there was more to it than that.
She was letting go of restraint. She was handing him control. Of her body. Of her mind. Of her choices.
But somehow, this half-mad demon with questionable morals knew exactly how to soothe her. He leaned down, his big body pressed against her naked back, and he stroked her hair off her face with one hand, dragging his claws lightly against her scalp.
“That’s it,” he praised in her ear. “You can take me, can’t you?”
“Yes,” she found herself moaning. “Yes, I can take it. I want it—”
Her speech faltered as he gave her more, sinking another inch deeper. The stretch bordered on painful, but this was the kind of pain she wanted more of.
“You’re squeezing me so tight.” His groan sounded unhinged, like he was losing himself to this as much as she was. “Can you take more?”
“Yes! Fuck, yes—”
“You’re so good, bent over my desk, begging to be fucked. I’d kill anyone you asked me to. I’d start another fucking war to reward you.”
She moaned desperately. He fed her a little more and then pulled out partway and started working her slowly, easing in and out with subtle strokes. She was so wet, she could feel her arousal coating the insides of her thighs.
“That’s it.” He pushed a little deeper. “I’m almost halfway.”
Almost halfway? “Oh my god,” she moaned.
His hips started to move as he fucked her in long, slow strokes. Every inch of his thick girth made her body scream with pleasure. Her eyes were screwed shut, her teeth gritted against the intensity.
And he wasn’t going easy on her anymore. His pace increased, and he pushed deeper with each thrust until she felt him bottom out inside her. Her moans turned to cries, each more uninhibited than the last.
Her palms were flat on the desk beside his, and in an action that surprised her, he gripped them, winding their fingers together. His hands dwarfed hers, and it reminded her just how drastic their size difference was. He was nearly two feet taller than her.
Demon and human. Wrong size. Wrong coupling.
Wrong … but so damn right.
She pushed against him and threw her head back with a cry as he thrust still deeper. He dropped his head and fixed his teeth over her shoulder, hips working against her ass.
He had her pinned, and he seemed to really fucking like that.
His moans and growls became more and more feral, and she knew he was close. Driving this demon over the edge was her new favorite hobby, and the closer he got to his orgasm, the more her own excitement revved up.
He gave a hoarse shout, a curse, and a moan at the same time, and she felt his cock swell inside her. The damn thing got even bigger. Every pulse of his shaft and the searing hot release filling her up from the inside was too much, and she climaxed too.
The world spun like they’d fucked on a Tilt-A-Whirl. Every stroke of his dick was like fucking heaven, and she swore his cum was a healing elixir, because the hot wetness suddenly spilling out of her soothed the aches of being stretched.
His movements slowed to a gentle rocking as they came down together. His frantic growls turned to lazy ones, like a satisfied lion.
And finally, he stilled. Silence descended on the library, save for his heavy breathing as it gusted past her ear, blowing strands of her hair into her face.
He untangled their hands and stroked her hair back, tucking it behind her ear. “You,” he purred, “are proving to be quite the distraction.”
She breathed a tired laugh, which only made her pussy clench, and they both moaned. “You’re the one commanding me to bend over desks and get naked.”
“You’re the one obeying.” There was so much satisfaction in his voice, she could practically taste it.
“You like it.”
“You have no idea. As I said, you’ve created a monster. I think I might have to add some new conditions to your prison sentence, or I’ll never get any work done.”
She tensed slightly. “What does that mean? You said I’d be free to go after your spell was completed.”
“I did say that.”
“You can’t go back on your word, Murmur.”
But he wasn’t listening. And suddenly, neither was she, as he slowly withdrew from her body. He was still semi-hard, and now that they were past the peak, she had no idea how the hell he’d fit inside her. She moaned at the sudden release of pressure as more of his release spilled out of her.
“Fuck me,” he groaned, and she figured he was enjoying the view. She didn’t bother looking. Her cheek was plastered to the papers, and she was too relaxed to open her eyes. “Maybe I’ll make you stay like that for a while.”
“Don’t you dare, Murmur …”
Another drop of his cum slid out of her. They both moaned.
Okay, maybe she’d stay for a bit. Just a tiny bit. As long as he stood there staring at her.
“Spread yourself open for me,” he said.
She did it. She reached back with both hands and pulled herself open, causing more of that hot fluid to leak out of her. Being fully exposed with cum all over her legs felt equal parts erotic and embarrassing.
She heard Murmur shift behind her as he crouched, and then his hands were at her core, spreading her labia apart, careful not to catch her with his claws. She moaned.
And then he trailed his tongue through her soaking wet flesh once more.
He licked up her pussy, tasting his own cum, and then traveled back down and swirled the tip of his tongue around her clit.
“Oh my god.” Her toes curled inside her boots.
“No god here,” Murmur said between long licks. “Just me.”
It didn’t take long before she started to come. It was a lazy orgasm, like her muscles were too tired to bother with the full deal, but it still jolted through her system like a shot of ecstasy injected through her clit.
“You’re dirty,” she breathed as he stood again.
“And you’re dripping,” he purred, bending over her to whisper in her ear. He straightened. “You can stand now, witchling.”
She planted her palms on the table and stood. Her knees immediately buckled, but he was there, scooping her into his arms. She was a mess. His cum was still running out of her and probably all over him. And her pants were still bunched at her knees. Again: embarrassing.
But apparently, she didn’t have the capacity to experience that emotion right now, because she just looked into his eyes and asked, “Are you going to take care of me now, demon?”
He smiled in response, already striding out of the library. Her heart warmed when he turned into his room instead of continuing down the stairs. She refused to consider why.