Epilogue #2
“If that wretch comes anywhere near you, I will drain him, reduce him to cinders, and use his ashes as decorative elements for your next miniatures. That shall be his contribution to helping grow your business,” he hissed.
“You’re so sexy when you’re jealous,” I purred, shamelessly batting my eyelashes at him.
“I do not share what’s mine,” he growled, his lips a hair’s breadth from mine. “Maybe I should remind you why no partner will ever be better for you than me.”
“Hmmm, maybe you should. With all the orders we had to fill lately, my memory of your non-crafting related skills is starting to get a little blurry,” I said with a pout, my index finger tracing the areola of his right nipple.
The predatory smile that stretched his lips instantly had my stomach do a couple of backflips.
He glanced to my right at a dresser we had been putting the finishing touches on.
Full-scale furniture with embedded miniature elements had become our main business.
The ones with interactive inserts or with magic-fueled animations were all the rage. And this one would be no exception.
“This dresser looks sturdy enough now. Maybe we should test it to make sure,” Vazul said in a suggestive tone.
“Absolutely not!” I exclaimed, shocked. “No funny business on the merchandise!”
He scrunched his face and looked at me as if I was the biggest party pooper. “We’ve tested every other surface in the house already,” he whined.
“Then get creative with new ways to use them,” I said with a shrug. “After all, aren’t Lidercs better sex demons than Incubi?”
“We are!” he said, sounding a bit offended.
“Then prove it!”
“Gladly!”
“Hold up! But not with anything funky this time. Let’s see how good you can make vanilla,” I said with a dare in my voice, expecting him to throw a fit.
To my shock, he narrowed his eyes at me, and a slow smile stretched his plush lips.
“Challenge accepted,” Vazul said with a rumbling voice.
My demon picked me up and carried me like a bride instead of chest to chest with my arms and legs wrapped around him, like he normally did.
A part of me felt cheated as we usually kissed all the way to wherever we would get down and dirty.
Feeling his shaft hardening against my stomach as he carried me also was a cherished part of our foreplay.
And yet, there was something possessive and romantic in the way he held me, almost like a treasured prize he was bringing back to his lair.
Except, I was already feeling too turned on to casually wait for us to reach our destination. I couldn’t say when I became such a sex-starved maniac, but I wholeheartedly embraced that new me with my ‘man.’
I leaned forward and brushed my lips over his neck, nibbling on it as my hand roamed over his tight abdominal muscles. His chest vibrated with a rumbling sound while his stomach contracted under my touch.
A part of me regretted issuing that challenge.
It wasn’t because I wished we would do one of those wild and unbridled scenarios he’d been delighting me with.
I was in fact in the mood for something a bit more traditional, if that word made sense.
But he would deem it as the signal that I wanted him to take over.
Being naturally dominant, Vazul always tried to take control of our tumbles.
But this time, I wanted to have my way with him a bit before relinquishing the reins.
I couldn’t tell how many of those thoughts my demon was figuring out by reading my emotions.
He couldn’t read minds like that, but he could glimpse still pictures of things we conjured up in our heads, that we’d seen, or that we were focusing on.
That was how he always knew exactly what my vision was for one of my pieces of furniture or miniature.
I peered at him, and his red eyes stared at me with an intensity that left me feeling bare. His face was unreadable but for a discreet smirk that seemed to promise both hell and paradise.
Vazul entered our bedroom and carefully placed me on the bed. I kicked off my shoes as he got onto the mattress and crawled over me. Before he was able to lay on top of me, I pushed his left shoulder, forcing him onto his back, then climbed on him.
“I want to do naughty things to you,” I whispered, my palms resting on his shoulders, pinning him to the bed.
“By all means, Mistress. I’m yours to do with as you please… for now,” he replied in a deep voice, the glow in his red eyes intensifying.
I had requested that he no longer refers to me that way as I didn’t want our relationship to have that connotation of master and servant.
Even though the magical bond between us technically set us as such, I believed in free will.
We could establish our own rules, and ours was a partnership.
Vazul was my boyfriend—and frankly the person I saw myself building a long-term life with—not my slave.
Although it initially struck him as strange, he honored my request when it came to regular interactions.
But in the bedroom, every time I took the more dominant role, he would call me Mistress, like an obedient boy.
And I loved it! In that instance, it was merely role play and consensual exchange of power.
That was the type of dynamic I wanted between us.
“Good boy,” I whispered with a triumphant smile.
I reclaimed his lips, my hands gliding over his bare chest. At home, Vazul always traipsed around naked but for a pair of shorts.
In fact, he’d developed a predilection for kilts and mid-thigh-length Gothic man skirts.
Obviously, with no undies underneath, as he was right this instant.
The fiend shamelessly admitted that it sped up the process to see to my needs when I wanted a quickie.
As much as it had made my cheeks burn to be thus called out, I couldn’t deny the accuracy of his claim.
On a few occasions, I might have forgotten to wear undies of my own and inadvertently wiggled my behind while leaning over the island in the kitchen.
A simple lift of our respective skirts had sufficed for a certain ridged snake to venture into an unassuming cave.
My own wandering hands might have casually landed under the hem of his kilt and found themselves absent-mindedly playing jingle bells with his balls.
Even as our tongues mingled, I rubbed my palms over the chiseled grooves of his stomach.
The fingers of my right hand ventured further down to his side to open the two buckle straps that kept it in place.
Damn, how I loved the feel of his smooth skin, and the hardened nubs of his nipples beneath my touch!
I interrupted the kiss, feeling almost drunk on his sweet peach taste.
Fisting his right horn, I tugged firmly to pull his head back.
Vazul inhaled sharply, and the sound resonated directly between my thighs as my lips explored his face with devotion.
His skin didn’t quite possess the same texture as a human’s.
It was soft in some places, and slightly grittier in others, as if covered in the tiniest of scales.
I couldn’t quite put it into words, not that it mattered.
I loved the feel of it against my lips and under my tongue.
He shivered when I began licking his neck, at that junction right below the ear, then nipped at his earlobe.
Vazul growled his approval, and his fingers slipped through my hair to settle on my nape.
I loved that he didn’t attempt to control my actions, allowing me to explore his body as I saw fit.
Obviously, it wouldn’t last. He couldn’t help eventually taking over.
But I would savor what was mine for as long as I could.
I licked my way down to his chest, stopping for a brief moment so that my tongue could tease his nipples.
Vazul moaned again, his abdominal muscles quivering in response to my ministrations.
With a triumphant smile, I closed my lips around his little nub, slowly sucking on it.
I flicked my thumb at the other, then pinched it hard enough that it would almost hurt.
My demon liked a bit of pain. Once more, he grunted his approval.
But it was the appearance of some fiery streaks under his skin that emboldened me.
While he could summon them at will, they often appeared involuntarily in response to pleasurable sensations. I immediately shifted my attention from his nipple to the streak running over his stomach. I traced it with my tongue, which tingled in reaction to the heat radiating from it.
As I licked the other streaks located further south, I opened the flaps of his kilt—which I detached earlier—revealing my prize.
Finding Vazul already half erect awakened a dull throbbing between my thighs.
Unable to resist, I made a beeline for it.
Vazul hissed, his back partially straightening when my hand closed around his length.
Fuck, my man was thick! It still blew my mind that I was able to take him.
And how glorious it was!
I marveled at the beauty of his shaft, with the swirling ridges that felt so wonderful inside me.
They felt just as amazing against my palm as I began to stroke him.
In seconds, a reddish glow appeared between the seam of the ridges, a telltale sign of my demon’s pleasure.
I leaned forward and gave his shaft a long, slow lick from the base to the head.
Vazul hissed again, the sound turning into a growl when I took him deep in my mouth.
He propped himself on his elbows to watch me swallowing him.