5. The Seven - Demon Prince
Aleiraah
I’ve just stepped out of the rainforest shower, dripping wet, when I’m lifted off my feet. Before I can react, I’m wrapped in smoky tentacles and slammed against a rock hard, warm chest.
“Rinn! You startled me, you weirdo!” I gasp loudly, then laugh while slipping and sliding against the firm, perfectly chiseled torso as my demon prince wraps me in his smoky tentacles so I can’t slip away.
The appendages feel soft to the touch yet somehow insubstantial as if made out of dark smoke with a core of flexible muscles. He holds me firmly against his wide caramel chest as I loop my arms around his neck playing with the ink black hair curling at his nape.
Ifrinn Darkwhim, my Oblivion demon husband, grins cockily as he sways me side to side. My nipples brush against his hair-roughened chest, raising goosebumps all over my skin. The bar piercings on his flat nipples scrape against mine and I moan.
“Mmmm, so deliciously slippery, my Flame!” He chuckles in a boyishly handsome way. His coal black eyes glitter with mirth and fire that makes me giggle like a swooning maiden.
“Well, I just had a shower. And I was all squeaky clean until you rubbed all your grime on me!” I grab his onyx horns that carve away from his temples to the back of his head.
He hisses then spanks my butt lightly. “Careful, Flame! They are sensitive!”
Demon’s horns are a highly erogenous part of their body. So I twist them between my palms and retort saucily, “Well my nipples are sensitive too! Do you see me complaining while you rub them raw with your silver piercings?”
“But I’m yet to pinch them, and lick them, and suck them, and—“
“Until they fall off!” I roll my eyes.
“What? No!” Rinn’s chest shakes with full blown laughter. “They are meant to be milked and suckled slowly...stuff of fantasies.” His voice turns sensual, coal black eyes alight with mirth.
I grab his horns again and scrape my nails against their rigid length.
Rinn shudders then bites my lip sharply while he squeezes my bottom with firm fingers.
“Ok, ok, stop being a menace. I just wanted to dirty you up again.
You looked so pure and clean and oh so sexy while showering that I couldn't resist.” He teases with a twinkle in his dark eyes as his lips curve in a lopsided smile.
“So you were creeping on me as I showered?”
More of his tentacles snap out of his back and hold me snug against his chest as he strides purposefully toward the rainforest shower. His smoky tentacles feel warm to the touch and they always fawn over me whenever I’m nearby. It's like Rinn or his tentacles can’t help themselves.
“You know I love to creep on you, Flame.” He purrs, sticking out his slightly longer tongue and I suck on it lazily as he starts the rain with a wave of his hand.
Immediately a cool drizzle of water pours on us from the ceiling.
He plunges his tongue deeper into my mouth and I moan sucking it between my lips.
Sucking his cock would have been better, since his hard, massive length pokes at my stomach, but all in good time!
His tentacles get rid of his shoes and leather breeches efficiently.
Then, he wraps my legs around his waist while kissing me slowly.
Loving his smoky taste, I lick at his tongue, observing him with half closed eyes.
His silver-stud nose piercing glints in the overhead light as water droplets glisten at the end of his long, dark lashes.
His long pierced cock with ladder-like piercings is rubbing my inner thighs. I clutch at his hair harder, grinding myself against the base of his cock where another barbell piercing has made home recently.
“Let's get you squeaky clean, hmm?” He rumbles in between greedy kisses. Lust is already pooling in my mouth and reaching my belly, spreading warmth within. The water turns to a heavy fall, washing away the ash and grime he was covered in.
“Why were you covered in ash?” Standing on tiptoes, I ask, pressing a quick kiss to the sexy stud at the end of his straight, sharp nose. Then another one on his pierced eyebrow.
“Was fighting an ash demon and he got too excited.” He smirks then probes my pussy with a slick tentacle.
“Hey, hey! Hold on lover-boy! Are they clean yet? You go around digging into my depths, your tentacles gotta be spick and span.” Raising my eyebrow, I tease him some more.
He right away brings the tentacle up to my mouth and says “Open” with an unholy glint in his eyes.
I know it makes him lose control when I suck his tentacles, so I intentionally poked at him.
I keep staring into his hungry eyes full of anticipation, as I flick my tongue against the fleshy yet smoke-like head of the dark tentacle. Rinn visibly shudders with his horns flaring straight in arousal.
As I lick the firm appendage, I can’t help but marvel that these same tentacles can release a smoke-like substance that erases—memories, identities, even entire bloodlines from time and history.
That's why Oblivion demons are feared so much.
And Rinn happens to belong to an ancient demonic bloodline. A prince in his own right.
“You have no idea what you do to me, Flame….” He rasps while rubbing the tentacle-head lightly against my lips.
I press a soft kiss to the smoky head and Rinn sighs in pleasure.
Closing my lips around the tentacle-head I suck at it slowly, hollowing my cheeks.
His eyes fall closed and the remaining tentacles tighten around me as he kneads my asscheeks in rhythmic motions.
A few tentacles brush my face gently and I lean into the caresses.
His cock leaks precum that’s washed away by the water. And I make a sound of protest, my mouth full of his tentacle.
“Greedy little Flame!” He chuckles, then uses another tentacle to carefully collect the next dribble of pre-cum and lifts it to my lips.
I release the current tentacle and take the cum-drenched one into my mouth in one smooth motion.
His seed tastes rich and smoky just like him.
I shudder in pleasure and suck the appendage deeper.
Rinn lets out a guttural groan, and the abandoned tentacle nudges my cheek at being neglected.
I giggle then give it a quick suck but the one bearing pre-cum nudges my other cheek. Soon more tentacles hover before my face, clamoring to be sucked.
“Now who's being a greedy baby?” I bite his plush bottom lip.
“What can I say, my tentacles crave you, darling Flame, just like I do.” He squeezes me tighter. “Can’t control myself around your deliciousness.” He winks.
Snickering, I take turns in suckling each tentacle. By the time they are satisfied, my belly is full of smoky essence. It's not like the real thing when he comes with his cock inside me. But rather an echo of his seed.
He carries me out of the shower and pats me dry while still holding me up. When I ask him to put me down he insists that he loves holding me in his tentacles. Today for some reason they’re feeling extra possessive.
“But aren’t they an extension of you?” I ask, slightly bewildered. He often talks like they have a mind of their own.
“They are.” He reassures me. “How do I explain this?” He ponders for a moment as he squeezes the water out of my long red hair.
“They reflect whatever I am thinking in action. And you know how possessive I am about you. So are they. But sometimes, say when I’m angry, when I’m not fully in control of my rage, they tend to act out.
Almost like they are emulating the worst of my emotions.
And it takes time for them to simmer down. ”
“Hmm. Well, when that happens, I’ll kiss them into submission. Don’t you worry.” I offer cockily and Rinn takes revenge by tickling me with the said tentacles until I have tears of laughter in my eyes.
Done with showering, I grimace at the task ahead.
“What's wrong?” He asks, putting his dimpled chin over my head and wraps his muscular arms around me. His cock still pokes my behind, but before I can get to that, I need to do something I detest! Moisturizing!
I hold out my arms before me with a pout. “You see this? All this prime smoothness will turn into flaky scales if I don’t moisturize! And I hate it with the power of a thousand suns!” I raise my fist, cursing the universe silently for giving me dry skin.
“Don’t let Baz hear you. He has scales too.” Rinn guffaws.
“Ha! Ha! Funny! Have you looked at his scales? They are so pretty, and smooth, and iridescent and shiny!” I sigh dreamily then twist my lips in disdain looking at my dry skin.
Ok, so maybe I’m exaggerating a bit about the flakiness but I just find it so tedious to moisturize my entire body. I’ve tried spells and special lotions from the apothecary––Hag’s Delight. But nothing ever bloody sticks in the long run!
So it’s a daily routine I need to follow. Sighing again, I inch toward the rose and lavender oils on the shelves in the bathroom. But Rinn, who had been watching me, snatches up the glass containers filled with the oils, with his tentacles and picks me up in his arms.
“Come on, I’ll treat you to an oil massage. That way you don't have to do it yourself. And I’ll do it everyday if you’d let me, so your pretty, bitable skin will remain smooth as fuck!” He winks playfully and my heart melts into a puddle at the sweet promise.
“Really?” I ask, grinning widely.
“Oh yeah.” His chest rumbles as he places me on the bed and covers me with his big, warm body kissing me slowly.
He sits on his knees and pours the oils on his palms. Then slowly starts massaging them over my breasts, kneading them with soft squeezes, plucking my nipples like strings of a harp.
I arch and moan as his tentacles also join in the fun.
He flips me mid massage and rubs more oil along my spine and butt cheeks, pulling them apart and releasing them rhythmically.
When I raise my hips higher on a particularly loud moan, while dripping wet from my slit, Rinn flips me over again like a pancake then pounces on me.