Chapter Six
Demon
I did not intend to have Andie on her back so soon.
I intended to speak to her first, of course.
To tell her the whole of it, to give her an opportunity to come to know me in the way that I have come to know her, if only in some small amount.
To explain who Old Sam Hill really is and who he is to me, explain the reason he confined me within that mechanical monstrosity in the first place.
To answer any questions or concerns the sight of my true form may have awakened in her, ease the burden that the discovery of magic surely placed on her mortal psyche.
The decision to relay all this was concrete in my mind.
I made it the moment my angel broke my father’s curse, freeing me by turning the prison I’d spent six years, six months, and six days despising into a vessel for her wanton pleasure.
In that moment my mechanical body became a blessing, an honor, something I was proud to wield mastery over, and the pride and acceptance she awoke within me was the key to my freedom all along.
But my decision to communicate was unmade in the span of a heartbeat, noble intentions all but forgotten the moment her bright eyes finished their appraisal and met mine.
I had no choice, you see.
Those beautiful brown eyes were gazing at me so intently, full of confusion and curiosity and pure carnal desire—a desire that mirrored my own—fanning the flames of need within me until the fire inside was too great, too demanding.
And my angel…
She was but waiting tinder, all too eager to burn beneath me.
How could I resist?
“Oh my stars, that tongue…”
Andie’s back arches off of the ground as she whimpers and moans beneath me, wrapping her delicate fingers around my golden horns as I feast upon her delectable cunt.
I am transfixed by the nakedness of her beautiful body, though I am not entirely sure when or how I removed her clothes—the memory of those first frenzied moments together are little more than a fevered blur.
I do remember refusing to remove her bedazzled boots, though—one of which is currently braced upon my shoulder.
“Perfect,” I rumble against her dripping cunt, licking hungrily up her seam and spreading her lips with my long, rough tongue.
My hands drag up her thighs, over her hips, sliding reverently over her stomach and gripping the delightful softness there.
“So perfect. And so sweet… sweeter than I could have imagined.”
My angel’s answering moans are all the encouragement I need as I continue to worship her, determined to see to her pleasure. Her high-pitched cries become sharper as I slide two of my fingers into her tight channel, curling and twisting and splaying them apart.
“Fu—uuhh.” Andie’s head lolls backwards, golden curls spilling over her shoulders, wild and loose around her flushed face. “Oh Lord, this feels so darn good I almost cursed, almost lost all my m-m-mann-ers…”
A third finger now, stretching her as wide as I am able. Her satisfaction is paramount in my mind, of course, but I would be a liar if I said that I wasn’t also thinking of my own, preparing her for what we both know is to come.
How could I not?
After all that time with only the memory of my prick, with naught but the faintest remembrances of those primal, physical sensations that come along with pleasure and sex…
suffice it to say that the hard, thick rod between my thighs is maddening, my sack so swollen and tender that I fear I will paint my angel in seed prematurely if I am not careful.
I pump my fingers into her again and again, imagining that it is my cock spearing into her tight warmth instead, remembering the way her hips rolled and raced against my face earlier as she chased her own pleasure.
“Demon, I’m gonna… mmmfh, oh God, your m-mouth—I need your mouth!”
A deep growl rumbles through me as I return my attention to her cunt, lapping at her clit, my tongue flat and firm as it slides over her sweet nub and then circles it, over and again, faster each time.
“Yes, just like that, just like—oh! Oh! Ooohh!”
Andie shatters on my tongue, gushing onto my face with her thighs splayed wide and quaking.
I lap greedily at the fruits of my labor, savoring the taste of her as she shivers and shakes and clenches around my fingers, waves of pleasure rolling through her body until at last she goes still, boneless and breathing hard.
I rest my head against one of her quivering thighs and close my eyes, unwilling to disturb the sated peace that’s come over her.
For a time there is only the soft sounds of her shaking breaths and the quiet worship of our hands upon each other, a shared tenderness that leaves me feeling so full.
I’ve longed for this moment, dreamed of it for years, and now that it is here, now that I am free of that bull, on the mortal plane beside her…
I know that I am in love with this angel, that I will do anything and everything within my power to remain here and not return to Infernus, to live out the rest of my days by her side.
“We should be talking,” she whispers at last, fingers dancing along my horns, her thighs still trembling against me. “I… I should be asking questions, so many questions…”
“I imagine you have many,” I murmur, tearing myself from her grasp so that I may move up her body, so small beneath mine.
Andie whimpers as I lay a trail of hot, hungry kisses up her stomach, over her breasts, along her neck.
I brace my arms beside her head, gently settling my weight on top of her as I gaze down into her eyes. “What do you wish to know?”
“Right now? Well…” she breathes, smoothing her hands down my back and wrapping her legs around my waist. The contrasting sensations of her rough jeweled boots and smooth, warm thighs against my hide send a fresh ripple of desire through me, a ripple that runs deep as she tilts her hips upward, rocking gently against my prick and sliding me through her slickness.
“Right now I only got one thing I wanna know.”
Blood is pounding in my ears, that primal need rolling through me like thunder as my hips curl against her, desperate to drag my hard heat through her swollen, sopping lips and bury myself inside her warmth.
I’m breathing hard, hypnotized by this angel, teetering on the edge of control.
“Ask it, then,” I demand, my voice a harsh rasp against her as I suckle and kiss the tender skin behind her ear, nipping down her neck and along her collarbone until my mouth finds her breasts, capturing one of her pink, pebbled nipples in my teeth.
Andie cries out, dragging her nails down my arms, rocking against me more insistently, determination and desire plain in her eyes when at last I meet her gaze.
“You ready for me to ride you again, big fella?”