5. The Seven - Demon Prince #2
Our naked skins rub together heatedly and soon I’m lost in a haze of lust.
“Oh, look I’m getting oiled too. Will my skin turn as soft as your’s, Flame?” He murmurs against my lips and I manage an answering moan.
He rubs an oil slicked tentacle against my pussy lips and presses his knuckles lightly to my clit.
Stretching my arms, I arch my chest. He increases the pressure against my clit causing a squelching sound.
A smooth tentacle enters my slit dripping with slick.
I let out a long moan, loving the intrusion.
He captures my nub between his thumb and index fingers.
Then, repeatedly squeezes and releases the tiny bud making me shudder.
His tentacle that was slow-fucking me withdraws and two more replace it, holding apart my pussy lips. I’m wondering about his next move when he flicks my clit. Gasping, my eyes fly open at the sharp sting.
Grinning wickedly, Rinn makes a fist and presses his knuckles against my clit again, kneading the tender bud in an up and down motion. Just as I start to relax, his hand disappears.
About to protest, I feel a tentacle circle the tight rosette at my back. It pushes a bit of oil into the tiny ring of muscle, then carefully nudges in.
My lips part on a silent moan and Rinn pushes his fingers into my mouth. Delirious with desire, I suck them like I’d his cock, making him grunt.
He rubs the heel of his palm over my clit, massaging it slowly.
Impatient, I bite his fingers and he grins. “Want more, baby?”
When I glare at him, he plunges the wet fingers into my pussy, pumping them at a sedate pace. Another tentacle nudges past his fingers. I feel so incredibly full, luxuriating in the sensation, when he flicks my clit again.
I cry out, about to give him a piece of my mind when he delivers rapid flicks in succession to the tiny swollen nub.
I scream his name in a mix of pleasure and pain. And he climbs down, replacing fingers and tentacles with his tongue, laving at my clit with slow licks.
I let out a little sob at the soothing sensation as he murmurs, “Shh…my darling Flame…you’re doing so well.”
Smoothing his palms over my tummy and thighs he says, “Look how pretty your little pearl is.”
Pushing back the sensitive hood with his thumb he coos in a soft voice. “Those flicks were hard weren’t they, my pretty pink bud?” Lick. “But you were hiding in your hood, and I wanted to play.” Lick.
“I know I made you red and achy.” Lick. Lick.
“Demon is sorry, demon will lick you all better.” And presses soft kisses to my stinging bud.
“Are you talking to my clit?” I ask hoarsely. Instead of answering, his tentacle pushes deeper into my ass and he laves at my clit with circular motions.
“That tickles, Rinn!” A startled giggle escapes me and I feel him smile.
He dips his tongue into my slit, scooping out my slick and coats my clit with it. Pressing his nose into my pussy he inhales deeply. I squirm and he grabs my thighs tighter, spearing me with his dark gaze.
Rubbing his nose against the bud he rumbles. “I love the smell of your pussy, Flame. So sweet. If I could breathe it all the time, I wouldn’t need air.”
A furious blush spreads all over me, heating my skin.
I, who once survived a centaur bachelor party and lived to tell the tale of my conquests, is blushing like a unicorn surrounded by a legion of hung hellhorses in mating season! Unacceptable!
Shedding all inhibitions, I roll my hips, wantonly grinding my pussy against his mouth.
He groans, and I suck in a sharp breath when he bites my clit between his teeth. “Rinn!”
Uncaring, he keeps nibbling and I cry out. My body arches, taught like a bowstring, but he holds me down.
Closing his lips around the tiny bud he suckles, giving it the same attention as if suckling milk from my nipple.
With a particularly strong pull I end up squirting all over his chest. I’m panting so hard, I can barely get any air in.
He releases the swollen nub, presses a soft kiss to it and climbs back up.
“You made me wet, Flame.” His voice sounds sinful with arousal. Smirking, I survey his pecs, but gasp as he enters me in one smooth thrust.
The ladder-like piercings on his thick, long cock rub against my inner walls with delicious friction. The barbell piercing at the base kisses my clit every time he thrusts. He takes my mouth in a languid kiss. All tongue no teeth. And I am lost to sensation.
“Mmm…so snug, Flame! You love being fucked by my tentacles.” He mumbles, grazing his lips across my cheeks then bites the crook of my neck. My insides spasm with pleasure.
“Say it!” He growls, his dark gaze ensnaring me.
“I love them…Ah!” I cry out, choking, as the tentacle in my rosette swells and releases Rinn’s essence in my belly. I feel an echo of energy flare inside.
Rinn continues to thrust, lacing his fingers with mine and holding them flat above my head. My nipples brush against his chest, his nipple piercings catching them. His intense gaze makes butterflies flutter inside my belly.
As the spent tentacle withdraws, another enters my hole easily and resumes thrusting, without respite.
Rinn’s cock brushes the spot that makes me see stars. His tentacles wind around my thighs and lift the lower half of my body. The new angle draws out a long moan and Rinn swallows it.
He pulls his tongue from my mouth, a string of saliva connecting us. With a scorching look of naked lust he snaps his hips forward savagely and I start coming. My cry of pleasure echoes around the room. “Love you, Rinn!”
“Fuck! I love you, my Flame.” He groans gutturally, thrusts turning erratic, as he fills me with spurts of his seed.
The abundance of desire has me ready to burst at the seams. He moans while languidly moving inside me even after we come down from our highs. I wrap myself around him, safe in the cocoon of his tentacles as he kisses my eyelids, nose, and the delirious smile stretching my lips.