Six Margo #2
He happily eats me for an indeterminate time. It could be ten minutes, it could be twenty years, I don’t know. I do know that I’m bucking and wiggling and making noises I didn’t know were possible.
Finally, his hands ease my legs off his horns. The lack of stimulation now feels awful. He had brought me off, repeatedly, and left me on top of a hill ready to fall again.
“Alright, let’s see,” he rumbles, pressing me back into the bed as he climbs up. His velvety fur feels incredible on my skin, and I whine.
“I got you, baby, I got you,” he promises, hands sliding down my belly. One hand tugs my thigh up and over his leg as the other plays in my wetness. “Daddy won’t leave you unfilled.”
He slides three fingers inside me, and I moan, bucking up into him.
“Nope, not yet,” he warns me.
He rolls away and a drawer opens. He holds up a bull-cock sex toy, just like my sister had threatened me with.
“This is exactly half my girth,” Jonas says.
I eye it. If I hadn’t been up close and personal with him already, I’d declare the toy huge.
He continues, “Let’s see if you can take it, hmm?”
Lube is pumped and spread, and I drop my knees out, wanton and beyond any sense of dignity.
He lines it up, and I buck. A rich chuckle, and it slides in. My muscles tense, and I pant.
“Go ahead, baby girl, cum on it for Daddy.”
And I do. His mouth finds mine even as he fucks me smoothly with it. I whine and groan, and he pulls away to whisper, “Good girl, that’s fucking perfect, Margo. Gods, you’re gorgeous, cumming for me.”
A shiver drops through me at his words, and I pry my eyes open, grabbing his face and pulling him in for a kiss.
He keeps using the toy on me, even as my hips shift and bounce.
“I’m not done with you, princess.”
“Don’t—” A harder thrust takes my breath. “Don’t you want pleasure? I wanna—” I moan as he presses more of the length into me.
He snorts, clearly amused. “Want what?”
“To suck your cock, Daddy,” I quickly blurt.
He angles the toy upward, rubbing at the front of me. “I think it’s more of a licking situation, my love.”
The words register, and I grin, even as I feel another orgasm approaching.
“I love you too, Jonas,” I pant.
He leans in, snout to my nose. “Don’t cum. I love you, Margo.”
I laugh, which quickly cuts into a moan.
He yanks the toy out just as I reach the top. I whine, hips thrusting upward.
“I know, baby girl, I know,” he whispers gently, hands rubbing my sides comfortingly, as if I was wracked with pain and not desire.
He kneels over me and pulls out that humongous cock, silver bars glinting. He squirts more lube in his hand, not even bothering to shed his boxers, his wide, blonde-furred thighs spread in front of me. I squirm and drop a hand between my legs, unable to not be stimulated.
He purrs, “Atta girl, but don’t make yourself cum, unless you need that spanking now.”
I rub my clit furiously. “Sounds awesome,” I mutter.
Jonas laughs that deep bull laugh, open and free.
He drops lower, lining his blunt tip up to my soaked cunt.
“Mmkay, here we are, princess, just relax,” he mutters, hand under his giant cock as his other gently pushes my hand away, taking over rubbing my clit.
His tip parts my flesh, and I groan, bucking.
“Whoa, easy princess,” he says, worry in his tone, and he grabs my hips, holding me still.
He feels so fucking good. I want more. I need more.
His hips move, the tiniest bit. He pants, “This won’t take me long. Just the scent of you has me on edge.”
“Daddy,” I whine, grabbing his wrists, “play with my breasts, please.”
He drops my hips and scoops up my breasts, tweaking one nipple and bending to suck the other.
At that, I shove myself down. I groan, his huge cock splitting me in the best way.
“Fuck, Margo,” Jonas shouts, voice worried, then, “Fuuuuuck, Margo.” He looks up at me. “Are you alright, baby?
“Yes, yes, fuck me, please, fuck me, Daddy,” I groan, trying to wiggle further onto his long cock.
A low laugh. “I know your tricks now, princess. But I’ll fuck you, this deep.” His eyes drop to where our bodies are joined and I rock up.
“Yeah, take Daddy’s dick. I’m gonna mark your cunt as mine, princess.” He thrusts in and out as my head lolls back and forth, my orgasm somehow still building as the top couple of his barbells rub inside me.
His filthy talk continues, “That’s my perfect girl, taking my fat bull cock. You’re not even half-way though.” He nips my neck. “Daddy will train up his tight little cunt here, don’t worry.”
“Jonas,” I pant in his delicate ear. “Please.”
“Oh love,” he rumbles as he balances back on his knees, “I’m gonna mark this pussy as mine. Every demon within five feet of you will know you’re mine.”
As that statement hits me, his big thumb is suddenly over my clit, circling hard and slow.
I explode as my destined purrs, “That’s right, so fucking good.
” Then I hear a loud low, and his hips stutter.
I try, even in the middle of my orgasm, to get more of his dick in me, but his one hand holds my hip firmly, fingers dug into my flesh.
Then I feel the squirt of him inside me.
My eyes flutter open, only to see Jonas staring down at me tenderly, still rutting inside me, to awkward sticky sounds.
Almost as if he can sense my momentary embarrassment, he groans, eyes closing. “Good girl, draining Daddy’s balls. Fuck, you’re full of me,” he huffs as he gently lays himself over me. He keeps most of his weight on his hands and knees, though.
He kisses me, so tenderly, then rolls off me, holding my hip, so I roll onto my side with him. His softening cock slips wetly out of me, and a gush of liquid follows.
“Oh,” I start, leaning up.
But Jonas pulls me down, into his arms. “I’ll clean you up in a minute, baby. Let me hold you.”
I settle against him, mind reeling.
Was it the insane orgasm? The delightful dirty talk? That enormous dick stuffed halfway up me? Or the ‘love’ part?
Again, as if he can sense the tiniest shift in my mood, his hand cups my chin. “Princess, don’t go anywhere.”
I smile. “I’m naked and squishy. I’m not going anywhere.”
He smiles too and leans down, planting a kiss on my nose. “I meant in that pretty head of yours.”
Oh.
I take a deep breath. “This… is just kind of fast.”
He smiles sweetly. “It is. But I’ve waited a long time for my mate. We can take this at whatever speed you need.” A look of concern crosses his face. “As long as you don’t shut me out. I… I couldn’t take it, Margo.”
I lean in, kissing the end of his snout. “What, after you marked me? Not like I’m gonna be getting laid by anyone else.”
His chuckle is tight. “Humans wouldn’t know better. Until I dismembered them.”
I slap his broad chest gently but settle back against him comfortably. “Does all demon jizz… smell? To you guys, I mean?”
His chest jumps up and down with his easy laughter. “Naw, it’s a minotaur thing.”
I press against him harder, my hand stroking his muscular belly covered in fine fur.
“I think medium-fast is okay with me,” I finally say.
“Does that mean you’ll move in?”
I twist to look up at him, and he’s grinning.
“Tease,” I say, swatting him again. He catches my hand and pulls it to his lips.
“Whenever you’re ready, I’m ready, baby girl. You’re mine, and I don’t care how long it takes you to get comfortable with me. I’ll be patient for you.”
I snuggle up to him just as my belly rumbles.
“Hmm, baby girl is hungry,” he murmurs, snuffling my hair again, his tone teasing and sweet. He scoops me up and rolls out of bed to my concerned yelp.
“I’m making linguine with spinach artichoke alfredo and a side of salad with blue cheese and dried cherries,” he declares.
I wiggle up in his arms and kiss his snout again. “You, sir, are a god.”
He laughs his loud, almost lowing bull laugh. “Nope. A demon. But you can call me Daddy.”