Chapter 7 Malphyr
Malphyr
She guides my cock to her mouth with hands that can barely wrap around me, opening wide to lick my slit with her winter mint mouth. The sight is obscene, the sensation incredible.
It takes every ounce of willpower I have not to move as she explores me with her tongue.
I file away as fast as I can. I’m desperate. Aching. Then she sucks softly, dragging another ancient curse from my tongue.
“You take my cock so well, darling. I love watching you stretch for me.”
She sucks harder and my hips nudge forward. I slide my cock further down her throat, and watch as her hungry eyes spill with hot tears.
Using my knuckle, I brush aside the wetness from her cheeks.
“My queen, my beauty, my one—” I break off on a shuddering groan as she grazes the underside of my cock with her teeth.
Shit.
My dirty little queen’s out to break me, and watching her ice blue eyes dance with desire while she stretches her lips around my cock might be enough to do it.
But before I let her, I’ll bury my cock in her cunt and my seed in her belly. I want my Ice Queen melting in my arms, screaming my name.
Flinging the nail file aside, I pull my bride to her feet. I kiss her hard, tasting the intoxicating way her sweet mint mingles with my spice.
Then I fly us both back to the bed. I cover her with my body, lavishing her with hot kisses.
“Please, Daddy. I ache so bad,” she murmurs, dragging my hand to the space between her thighs. I stroke her there, feeling the swollen little bud of her clit and the slick heat coating her folds.
She gasps and arches into my touch.
“You’re so small.”
My heart pounds as I shift my weight around, making sure she’s covered, not crushed.
I could hurt my sweet little queen if I’m not careful, and the sudden realization terrifies me.
“I’m not, really,” she says softly, trailing a hand over her soft belly.
My jaw tightens.
“Stop that. You’re fucking perfect.” I press my finger into her cunt, watch as her breath catches. “You’re brave, and stubborn, and every bit as dirty as I am. I have never met a woman like you in all my long life, darling.”
I work my finger into her hole, punctuating my praise with every press until she moans. Her hips pump, begging me for more. But not yet. Not until she’s delirious with need.
“I didn’t know it’d feel like this.” She turns to me, clutches me close. “How do I make you feel as good as I feel?”
“Just touch me, darling. Play with me. Stroke my cock, my horns, my wings. They’re all sensitive to touch. To your touch specifically.”
“Really? Why just me?” Her ice blue eyes search mine as her fingers dance over my horns and flit over the edges of my wings.
I dip my head to suckle her breast, and soon, we’re both breathless and on the verge of breaking.
“You’re so wet for me, darling,” I murmur. “You’re nearly ready for me.”
Working another finger into her tight heat stretches her to her limit. Her brow knits together and her teeth catch her lower lip. She whines, body shimmering with sweat in the sunlight.
“Relax for me, darling. I don’t want to hurt you.”
She tucks her head against my neck and whispers, “Are you sure it’ll fit?”
“Do you trust me?” I press a kiss to her hair, inhale her scent.
She stares at me, eyes crystal clear and shining. Then, touching a tremulous hand to my cheek, she whispers, “I probably shouldn’t, but I do.”
“Then we’ll fit just fine.” I reclaim her lips and shift her legs wide. My second finger slides into her heat, and she moans brokenly against my mouth.
I hold her there, two fingers deep, kissing her softly until she shifts.
At first, she moves slow. Testing the sensation, testing her own limits. Then, as her confidence builds and her pleasure spreads, her wandering hands move over my wings, and I watch with pure admiration as she fucks herself on my fingers.
“Good girl. Ride Daddy’s fingers the way you’ll ride Daddy’s cock.”
“Give it to me,” she pants. “I want it now.”
She’s so close to breaking for me, I press against the sensitive spot inside her and watch as she screws her eyes shut.
“Think you can take me, darling?”
“Fuck, Mal. Yes! Yes! I can take you.”
She’s delirious. Needy. Unraveling. Just as I wanted her to be. So I withdraw from her heat, grip her hips, and coil around her.
“Hold onto me, darling. I’m sorry I won’t be able to be gentle.
” I kiss her temple, then vault us to the rafters.
I wrap myself in her. Fix her legs around my waist. Her arms around my neck.
And her cunt… her sweet, heavenly cunt rocks against the ridges of my cock.
I notch myself at her entrance, seal her mouth with my kiss.
She’s soaking and stretched, ready to take every inch I have to give. So with my wings beating hard, I drive into her with one savage thrust. Her scream of pleasure, of pain, vibrates with my own, and a flash of something golden frays the edges of my vision and snaps into place between us.
My one and only love.
“Mine,” I murmur, over and over again. “My Quinn. My queen. My wife.”
“Ohhh, Mal,” she squirms and plasters wet kisses over my chest. “You feel wonderful.”
“You feel fucking amazing, darling.” The words are strained with effort as I bring her back to bed.
Arms braced on either side of her head, I withdraw slowly and watch pure pleasure flicker across her face. “Told you you’re perfect. You’re Daddy’s perfect little girl.”
“I am,” she moans, her curvy body bucking hard with every one of my thrusts. “I’ll be your good girl. Just let me come again. Make me come on your cock.”
“Your wish. My command.”
I drive deep, making sure she feels every bump and ridge. Over and over again, I plunge into her warm, wet center and watch as she comes undone.
So when she splinters on a sweet, soul-deep cry, she drags me with her. I roar with my release, wings flexing wide and shaking, as I pump my wife full of my demon seed.
Then I roll over and lock her in my arms. She stacks her hands under her chin and watches me through hooded eyes. A sleepy, satisfied smile curls her lips and I can’t resist stealing another quick kiss.
“Will it be like this all the time?” she asks.
“Guess we’ll find out.”
“Good.” Then, she wraps her arms around my waist and snuggles in. “Have you ever made a deal for a wife before?”
“No. Never.”
She lifts her head and furrows her brow. “Then why now? Why me?”
“Because, darling, a woman like you only comes around once in a lifetime.”
It’s as close as I can get to telling her the truth, but she just rolls her eyes and opens her mouth to push me more. I shush her instead and stroke her hair, her back, until she relaxes against me and drifts off to sleep.
Later, in the quiet of the morning, with my spent little Queenie snoring against my chest, and our bodies still joined together, I realize she’s as close to heaven as I’m ever bound to get.
And though, I know I have no right, I offer up a lone prayer to the Goddess.
Please let me keep her.