Chapter 10
Chapter Ten
Daruka
I just took off my shirt. In front of Asmoday.
Granted, he’d already seen my boobs before, but hello, totally different scenario. That was an accident. This was very, very deliberate.
Asmoday was a smart demon; he didn’t give me a chance to second-guess my decision.
He pounced like the lust demon he was, sliding his arm around my back, pulling me to him, and wedging his leg between mine so that when he dipped his head and sucked my nipple into his mouth, I was practically riding his thigh while I threw my head back and moaned.
He was so skilled, it felt like his tongue was in two places at once, twirling and swirling and teasing and—holy wow, I could hardly catch my breath.
Grabbing his head, I pushed him away, lifting his face to mine. He blinked dazedly.
“Show me your tongue,” I demanded.
He grinned wickedly before opening his mouth.
His tongue was split, like a snake, except larger. No wonder it had felt like it was in two places at once. “How did I not notice this until now?”
He darted it out and licked his lips. “Does that when I’m turned on.”
Oh my. With his head still in my hands, I pulled him to my lips. I wanted that tongue shoved down my throat, damn it. And other places, but we’d get there. Eventually.
He complied, stabbing his fingers into my hair and holding my head, canting it slightly so he could own my lips, my tongue, just like I had no doubt he would own my entire body before this night was through.
We should go someplace else—even if it was just inside—but then he did a particular little swirl, and I rubbed against his leg like a damned dog in heat.
Yeah, we weren’t going to make it through that door over there before we lost our clothes and got busy.
He broke the kiss so he could tease that tongue along my cheek, down to my neck. I took the opportunity and licked his ear. It twitched. His moan shot straight to my core.
I knew his ears were an erogenous zone!
He lowered his head, flicking his tongue into the valley between my breasts. I stroked his ear, featherlight.
He grasped my ass, dragging me up and down his leg until I panted in between moans. “More,” I begged.
He came up for air, cupping my chin and holding it so he could look me in the eye. “This will not be the only time between us. Do you understand?”
I nodded. Fire and brimstone, we were hardly to second base and this was the best sex I’d ever had. No way did I want to do this only once.
“Good. Because one of these days, I’m going to fuck these breasts. But not today. We need a nice soft bed for that, and I don’t have the patience to get all the way upstairs right now.”
“D-did you say you’re going to fuck my breasts?” Pretty sure I was on the verge of an orgasm. At just the thought.
“Yep. And just you wait. You’re going to be begging for it. But first—”
He tore open his vest, buttons flying every which way, and his wings spread and flapped like they needed to stretch, then curled against his back. He hooked his thumbs into the elastic waist of my yoga pants and shoved them down to the floor, revealing my completely bare—and pierced—pussy.
“Holy fuck,” he whispered as he lowered himself to his knees. “Absolutely beautiful.” He touched the small barbell in my labia. “Lie to me and tell me you did this yourself.”
I laughed. “I did, actually.”
He kissed it, gently, softly, tentatively touching it with his forked tongue. “So damn beautiful.”
And then he dove in with gusto, swiping that two-pronged tongue over my seam before thrusting it inside me and using it to fuck me like I’ve never been fucked before.
I spread my legs as wide as I possibly could and clutched at the sink behind me, needing it to help keep me on my feet. My knees were shaking so badly, I was afraid they were going to buckle.
Please, knees, don’t buckle. Not until after he gives me the mother of all orgasms.
He lifted one of my legs, draping it over his shoulder, and I leaned even more heavily against that sink.
The whole time, he never let up. His tongue was everywhere at once: on my seam, my clit, inside me, toying with my piercing.
It was so much sensation all at once, I could scarcely breathe as I braced and then let go, the orgasm tumbling over me with the intensity of a tidal wave.
He didn’t stop. Instead, he added a couple of fingers, working me through the aftershocks until I was so sensitive, I finally nudged at his shoulder to get a minute to catch my breath.
He slowly stood, chasing kisses up my thigh, over my belly, back to my breasts. I was panting all over again by the time he pressed his lips to mine. When he finally broke the kiss, he lifted his hand, showing me the tiny vial of liquid in his palm.
“What’s this?” I asked, my voice all high and breathy.
“Birth control. After I drink it, it’ll last for about ten hours.”
My handful of previous encounters had been with human men, so the only form of birth control I’d ever used was condoms. I kind of liked the idea of drinking a potion and being worry-free for the next ten hours.
“You’re so smart,” I crooned as he popped the lid and tipped the liquid to his lips.
“You really know how to make a guy happy, don’t you?”
“I haven’t even done anything except let you make me happy.” I grinned cheekily.
He swatted one of my ass cheeks and then patted the counter next to the sink. The section that wasn’t covered in mustard and spices, thank Lilith. “Get up here. I have something to show you.”
“Ohh, fun.” I struggled to hop onto the counter—yeah, not exactly the most agile woman here. Finally, he grasped my waist and lifted me like I weighed nothing—to be clear, I definitely weighed a lot more than nothing—and plopped my bare ass on that unexpectedly chilly countertop.
“Yikes,” I complained.
“Don’t worry, I’ll warm you up quick enough.” With a flourish, he popped the button on his leather pants and pushed them down his legs. His dick bounced out, ready to play.
I stared at it. The thick, veiny length. The bulbous head. That smaller extra dick at the root, sticking up and kind of curved forward. What the…?
He stroked himself, watching me. Up and down the length a couple times, then he used this thumb to toy with that extra micro dick.
“It’s for your pleasure,” he explained.
Even as a shiver zipped through my body, I tipped my head, still studying him. “You have sex with humans with that thing?”
“Not that I want either of us to think about sex with anyone else right now, but I can control its appearance. Usually.” He frowned down at himself. “Apparently not today, though, because I can’t make him go away. I guess thinking about pleasuring you gets him really excited.”
“I definitely like the way you think,” I assured him. “Now, tell me how this guy works.” I wiggled my finger at the bonus dick; I swear it vibrated in response.
“He’s intuitive. You know all those jokes about guys who can’t find the clitoris?” He waved at his fancy lust demon cock. “When we’re fucking like this, it’s going to hit you right here.” He moved between my legs, rubbed himself against my drenched pussy, and tapped my swollen clit.
I hissed and arched against him.
“When I fuck you from behind, it stretches so it can still stroke you, right where you need it.”
“Fire and brimstone, less telling and more showing.”
He smirked, grasped himself with one hand and my ass with the other, and then he thrust.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and clung to him while his two-pronged cock stroked all the right spots both inside and out. As he pushed me higher and higher, I gave his ear a lick.
At that, he thrust so hard, I would have moved halfway across the countertop if my legs weren’t twined around his waist.
I nibbled on his ear. He buried his face against my shoulder, his thrusts becoming erratic, while the bonus dick continued its job of teasing my clit, and Lilith save me, this impending orgasm was going to blow my mind.
“Daruka,” he whispered hoarsely, and that was it. With one arm still curled around his neck, I grasped his chin and turned his face toward me, slamming our lips together while my hips tried to lift off the now-heated ceramic surface, my body craving him like it wanted to swallow him whole.
While our tongues tangled, he dug his nails into my ass, pulling me toward him with enough force that our bodies slapped together, again and again, until I broke the kiss to make a keening noise that was entirely unlike me, but I didn’t even care.
The pleasure poured over me, drenched me, claimed me.
Owned me.
He stiffened, our bodies flush, as warmth filled me.
It was oddly intimate. Actually, that probably wasn’t an odd sensation at all for most people.
For me, intimacy was definitely odd.
Asmoday lowered his face to my chest. I figured he hadn’t gotten enough of my boobs—no complaint there—but instead, he simply hugged me, with his cheek pressed against my shoulder. I could feel his rapid heartbeat, matched with my own.
After a few moments, I relaxed enough to stroke his ear, which twitched in appreciation. I could feel his lips curve into a smile. I wasn’t ready for this. I didn’t know how to handle intimacy. The only person I’d ever loved was my mother.
Not that I was in love with Asmoday. I mean, I might be in love with his dick.
It was a damned impressive dick. If not love, I could certainly see myself becoming addicted to it. And maybe the rest of him too.
Ugh. I needed to stop with all the sappy bullshit.
This was just sex, for the love of Lilith.
And even though he’d promised, there was no guarantee we’d do it again.
Asmoday was a lust demon, and that was not how they rolled.
Not to mention, hello, I had zero interest in tying myself down to anyone, magic dick or no.
Frankly, being associated with me was dangerous for one’s health. Any demons coming after me on my dad’s behalf would have no qualms about destroying whoever might get in their way.
The counter shivered, like the ground underneath was moving.
“What was that?” I demanded.
“Fault zone,” Asmoday mumbled against my chest. “The town was built over a small one. The ground sometimes shifts and moves and then settles again.”
Oh, fire and brimstone. Did this have something to do with the hellmouth? Did that mean—
“It’s not the hellmouth,” Asmoday said, as if he could read my thoughts. Or, more likely, my suddenly tense body language.
I decided to take his word on it. I wasn’t in the mood to stress over, well, anything at all at the moment. I just wanted to sit here with him tucked between my legs, hugging me and—
“Asmoday? Are you out here? Your brisket smells delicious, as usual—”
I jerked upright, shoved Asmoday away.
All that did was push his magic dick out of me and leave us both on full display when he turned around to face whoever had interrupted our postcoital bliss.
Shit.
Selina stood in the kitchen doorway, her eyes overlarge as they roamed first over me and then Asmoday, lingering, I could not help but notice, on that magic dick of his.
And then she screamed.