Epilogue #3
Vazul loved looking at his cock going inside of me, whether it be in my mouth or in my pussy.
He hadn’t been able to truly explain why.
Yeah, it turned him on, but it was more than that.
He explained that, in a way, it felt like each stroke further branded me as his, like a visual confirmation of our connection, which soothed his almost rabid possessiveness of me.
Whatever the reason, I didn’t care. I loved having his cock inside me.
Tilting my head back, I peered up at him while making quite the spectacle of going down on him.
I plastered the most lascivious expression on my face as I sucked on him, deepthroating as far as I could take, then gliding back up to the tip before swirling my tongue around the head.
In between, I squeezed the base of his shaft, stroking it in counterpoint to the movement of my mouth, and fondled his balls just the way he liked.
It messed with my head that little ole me could give so much pleasure to a freaking sex demon over a thousand years old.
And yet, there it was. My gaze locked with his, I reveled in the power I held over him.
Eyes hooded, Vazul stared back at me with parted lips, his breathing growing increasingly louder and labored under my ministrations.
The strangled sound he emitted when I sank my nails between the seams of his ridges made me so damn wet, I felt it trickle down my inner thighs.
Who would have thought pleasuring someone could be such an insane turn on?
His moans in my ears, his hands fisting the blanket as he fought for control, the ridged texture of his shaft on my tongue, and his addictive peach cobbler taste in my mouth had my inner walls constricting with need.
I bobbed over him, one hand squeezing his testicles almost painfully, while my nails continued to stimulate the highly erogenous areas between the seams of his ridges.
The sound of his rapturous moans, and the involuntary spasms in his legs heralded his imminent climax.
I accelerated the pace, grazing his length with my teeth on each upward motion, and teasing him with my tongue as I took him deep in my throat.
As with all our previous encounters, I tried to convince myself that, this time, I’d get my man to completion this way. For a split second, when Vazul suddenly emitted a savage grunt, I actually believed he finally allowed himself to find his release first.
Buuuut nope.
The wretched male yanked my head back away from him. With lightning speed, my demon leaned forward, grabbed my waist, and all but body slammed me onto the mattress.
My stomach did a somersault in both fear and arousal when he lunged at me with an almost feral look on his face.
Dazed, I barely realized how he managed to strip me out of my tank top and skirt.
His hands and mouth were all over me, with an eagerness and passion that had every nerve ending standing to attention.
He looked almost possessed as he kissed, caressed, and sucked on every inch of my body.
Was I not seeing it with my own eyes, I’d think he had somehow summoned extra limbs to touch me with.
And yet, he was managing this sensory overload with only the one set of hands and his wicked mouth.
And the latter sure did a number on me.
An endless string of voluptuous moans tumbled out of me when Vazul buried his face between my legs.
With him, you never knew if he would launch into a slow foreplay, teasing me with the most exquisite torture, or go straight for gold, making me sing arias right away.
The question was instantly answered as his lips latched onto my little nub, sucking it with a frenzy while two of his fingers sank deep inside me.
My back arched off the bed as pleasure swiftly built in fiery waves.
With deadly accuracy, my demon’s expert touch stroked the sensitive spot inside me, sending lightning sparks throughout my body.
Holding his horns with both hands, I gave myself over to him.
My hips gyrated with a will of their own as he devoured me with relentless hunger.
Legs trembling with my imminent climax, I chanted his name, spurring him on.
Although I saw it coming, my orgasm struck me with sweeping violence.
I cried out, my body shaking as Vazul continued to feast on me for a while longer.
Once I started coming back down, he relented and kissed his way back up my body.
To my surprise, he didn’t lie on top of me.
Instead, he turned me onto my stomach and proceeded to worship every inch of me, the same way he had previously done for my front.
Naturally, he paid extra attention to my behind, which he absolutely adored. I loved when he opened his mouth wide and gave it a good chomp, as if he was trying to bite off a chunk. It never hurt, but I definitely felt it. And that half-pain always echoed back in my clit.
To my shock, he didn’t give me a spanking.
I loved the sting and the heated tingling that followed.
But him raking his claws over my back, my butt, and behind my thighs wiped away all those thoughts.
My legs shook violently in response, and my toes curled.
I couldn’t say why the lingering burning sensation was such a turn on for me, but it always had me throbbing in all the right places.
I gasped when he suddenly grabbed my hips and yanked my rump upward, propping me on my knees even as my face remained pressed on the mattress.
A strangled cry escaped me when his mouth immediately settled on my pussy a second before his tongue speared into me.
I fisted the blanket, my body shaking as Vazul stretched his tongue to impossible lengths, making it thicker as it thrust in and out of me.
With his claws continuing to set my skin ablaze and his wicked tongue making love to me, my demon had me once more cresting in no time. My back seized as I cried out in bliss again. If not for Vazul keeping my behind propped up, I would have flattened on the bed.
Still flying high, I vaguely felt him pull his tongue out of me.
Two of his fingers took over, this time rubbing my clit, keeping me riding that high.
And then his thick cock poked at my opening.
A bolt of lust exploded in the pit of my stomach as he pushed himself in.
Between those first two orgasms and his fingers doing a number on me, Vazul had me so wet that my body welcomed him in quickly.
He never gave me a chance to fully recover before setting a frenzied pace.
Good God! I would never tire of the insane sensation of his thick cock plowing into me.
Between that and my clit getting frantically massaged, a series of micro-orgasms kept going off, taking me to the brink of madness.
My demon fucked me hard, each friction of his ridges against my G-spot fanning the inferno that had liquid lava swirling in the pit of my stomach, then radiating throughout my nether region.
Vazul leaned forward, the intense heat of his chest over my back sending a violent shiver coursing down my spine.
My skin erupted in goosebumps. His left arm slipped in front of me, pulling me up.
His hand closed around my throat as he arched me back against him in a not fully kneeling position.
I held onto his wrist, my other hand settling on the back of his, which was still rubbing my clit.
He pressed his lips to my ear as he continued to pound into me.
“Do you have any idea how much I love you?” he growled, sounding almost angry.
My heart leapt, and tears pricked my eyes from the powerful emotion his words elicited in me.
I knew he had deep feelings for me, but I never expected such a confession, least of all so soon.
I couldn’t say I was there yet, but I was definitely headed that way with the speed of a freight train.
However, I never had a chance to respond.
A blinding light exploded before my eyes as I shouted, swept away by bliss.
The room spun as I tumbled down an endless vortex of ecstasy. Waves upon waves of pleasure crashed over me as my man continued to wreck me. Nothing else mattered but the searing heat of his body, in and around me, his lips and hands on me, and his cock destroying me.
It took me a moment to recognize the source of the red lights hovering overhead.
I never felt when Vazul laid me down on my back.
His delightful weight pinned me down on the mattress as he pounded into me with reckless abandon.
He stared at me with glowing eyes, his face constricted by pleasure almost too intense, and his fangs bared.
Our voices mingled in blissful moans. I lifted my pelvis to meet him thrust for thrust, my nails digging into his back.
My skin was on fire, and my nerve endings were ablaze.
I was drowning in an ocean of pleasure as the slapping sound of our flesh meeting filled the room.
My voluptuous moans and his feral growls intertwined in a sinful crescendo that would soon leave me shattered.
By the way he looked at me, touched me, made love to me, Vazul made me feel like the most desirable woman in the universe, and utterly cherished.
In that instant, even as I neared the edge, I realized that I could never belong to another the way I belonged to my demon.
He owned me, body, heart, and soul. I could die right here and now, consumed by the rabid passion he was unleashing on me.
And I wouldn’t regret a thing.
My body seized as yet another orgasm crashed into me.
I cried out with such violence, my throat hurt.
Vazul roared, swept away as well when my inner walls clamped down on his cock.
Had my brain not all but fractured, I would have been shocked that my lover hadn’t slammed himself deep inside to fill me with his seed, as was usually his wont.
Instead, a wild beast appeared to have taken over him as he went feral on me.
Vazul didn’t relent. Even as his burning essence shot into me, he tightened his hold on my hips in an almost bruising fashion as he continued to fuck me hard.
In my haggard state, I vaguely realized he had in fact managed to hold himself back, the spilling of his seed having stopped almost as quickly as it had begun.
Eyes closed, teeth clenched, he emitted the type of feral grunts you’d expect from a fiendish abomination from the deepest pits of hell.
Something had broken inside of him. The beast was set free.
It was too much, and yet somehow not enough.
Each savage thrust of his brutal possession threatened to break me, casting me down into a maelstrom of pleasure and pain I would never emerge from.
Fear and ecstasy warred within me in equal measure.
I didn’t want him to stop, even if it killed me.
I never saw my ultimate orgasm coming. I couldn’t say whether I screamed or what other physiological response I had.
It knocked my consciousness right out of my body.
Vazul’s shout resonated like thunderclap.
But I was so far gone, it sounded almost as if I was hearing it underwater.
His seed erupted inside me in burning, powerful spurts.
With erratic movements, my demon kept rocking in and out of me until he was fully spent.
He collapsed on me before rolling onto his back.
He drew me on top of him, holding me tightly as if he feared I would disappear.
Boneless and utterly destroyed, I remained limp in his embrace, my head resting on his chest. The thundering sound of his heart slowly settling down acted like a beacon, guiding my consciousness back to my body.
“I didn’t think you’d take my innocent challenge so literally,” I slurred at long last.
He snorted then chuckled with a well-warranted smugness.
“Then you shouldn’t have issued it, my Coral. I will always aim to exceed all your expectations and requests.”
Still feeling a little groggy, I lifted my head to look at him. Instead of the arrogant expression I expected to find on his face, Vazul looked at me with a tenderness that made me melt from the inside out. At that moment, something settled in my heart.
“I think I’m falling in love with you, Vazul,” I blurted out in a whispered voice, more to myself than for him.
The strangest expression flitted over his handsome features.
“No, my Coral. You already are in love with me. Your human brain needs more time to catch up, but your emotions do not lie,” he said in a soft but factual voice. “It’s okay, my beloved. Time is no longer a factor where you and I are concerned.”
I should have called him out for being mightily presumptuous, but I knew his words to be true.
“Thank you for choosing me. Thank you for hatching for me. Thank you for making me the happiest woman in the world,” I said instead.
“Now and always, my Coral. Now, and always.”
THE END.