5. Vesper
Vesper
If this is what hell feels like? SIGN ME UP FOR ETERNAL DAMNATION!
I grip onto Vale’s neck, digging my fingers into the tightly corded muscles. So tense with his need. And I love every moment of it.
Those molten eyes seem to flare brighter than ever, but his pupils waver between slits and dilation. Focus in, focus out. Like he wants to memorize every single second from every angle. His lips are slightly parted, betraying a host of pure white teeth with sharp points.
He’s hotter than hellfire inside me, filling every scrap of my pussy, stretching me so deliciously, impossible to fathom. At least he knows the basics. It would get real awkward if I had to instruct him.
As I rock up and down in shallow movements, my body singing and blood thrilling with each thrust, that arrowed tail strokes my lower stomach.
Ugh, not low enough!
Lowering one hand, I capture that tail, hear him hiss through bared teeth. “Sensitive?” I wonder softly.
He nods, and I could swear he’s on the verge of tears.
“I’m sensitive, too,” I hint, nudging that tail to my clit, where I rub in circles, prompting my own hiss. “Here.”
Oh! He understands the assignment. My head tips back as that tip swipes along my nub. The arrow pleasures me even as I ride him; the delirium of all those ridges and his steel bulging inside me stokes my lust. My breasts bounce and rub against his chest.
I lean into the moment, lift my head, and bring my mouth to his.
The moment our lips collide, he throbs harder than ever inside me.
The arrow tip strokes relentlessly. And suddenly, our positions reverse.
He’s flipped me onto my back with his monstrous form towering over me, shadow falling over me, mouth devouring me.
I choke on a gasp, but I don’t tell him to stop. Knowing how much I drive him mad sends my pulse spinning and my pussy gushing. Clenching my thighs around his broad waist, I open myself more. His powerful jaw tilts, deepening the kiss, his tongue sliding inside. I kiss him back.
And then…he stabs his pelvis forward, finding his own rocking motions until he’s pistoning deep inside me.
Long, slow movements to mirror how he kisses me.
He’s battering my pussy, and I love every second.
The diabolical strokes from his tail don’t stop, and the pleasure is so wicked.
And my inner muscles respond, tightening, sucking him in deeper.
A moan escapes my throat, and Valefar freezes, his mouth hovering above mine. His huge erection stops.
“I have hurt you?” he whispers, but genuine alarm fills his gaze.
I shake my head frantically. “No, fuck, no. The opposite. Don’t stop, Vale.”
His lips pull back, every keen tooth gleaming with his primal hunger. “Say it again,” he directs in a husky voice.
My fingers find his hair, sinking inside as I meet his grin. “Vale.”
“Ves?” He arches a brow, a not-so-subtle question, but a request all the same.
I bite my lower lip, because he’s not the first person to call me Ves. But…I like the way it sounds from his voice. So, I nod. “Yes, just—don’t stop!” I grip the base of his neck, bucking my hips, taking his burning girth deeper.
Something snaps in his expression. The next thing I know, he’s seized my wrists and thrust them above my head.
I’m bent like a pretzel in this shower, my limbs shuddering with every stroke, turning nearly numb, but I don’t care.
All I feel is that massive, hot dick filling every inch of me.
The thrusts grow stronger, faster. So does his tail along my clit.
Oh, God, I snap now.
My pussy clamps down with the orgasm breaking inside me. The throes of pure bliss, aggressive, and feral euphoria crash through me, bursting from my cunt and blooming outward to tingle my pores and awaken my nerve endings. Like a strong current of liquid fire.
Gripped so much by the powerful climax, I almost don’t register how Valefar’s hips have jerked, how he gives three rapid-fire thrusts, slamming inside me. Oh, he’s coming with me. And oh, hell, his cum is hotter than anything I’ve ever felt. Hot as a witch’s cauldron.
The next thing I register is how he isn’t stopping.
“Vale, are you still—”
“You told me not to stop, Mistress,” he points out with a crafty smile.
I tap his cheek, smirking at the muscle bouncing in his jaw. “Very true. Do you want to stop?” I ask as he pumps stronger and deeper.
He shakes his head, his lids growing heavy as he rakes his predatory gaze all over my body. When the gaze pauses at my breasts, my heart skips a beat, and an ache punches through my chest.
“Do you want something more?” I wonder, arching my back, my nipples hardening more, eager for his tongue.
Without pausing from his thrusts, he nods firmly.
“Tell me,” I urge, recognizing I must give him proper commands, as if I’m loosening his tongue or something. We’ll work on that. I want him to be comfortable. I want both of us to feel safe to be unsafe with each other.
A low growl works in his throat, his focus still on my tits. “I want to touch them. I want to mark them. I want to grip and slap and lick and suck them.”
I don’t hesitate to lean in and whisper in his ear, “Do it. Do it all.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
My pussy clenches at the stronger growl. It clenches more when he takes what he wants, giving me what I want. My tits have always been hypersensitive.
He slaps each swell with the perfect amount of force—firm but tender—enough to redden but not bruise.
He kneads my breasts, and I tip my head back, surrendering to every sensation.
His long, rough tongue sneaks out to rasp my nipple, and I buck, burrowing my nails into the back of his neck, urging him on more.
He flicks each pebbled tip with his tongue, circling the buds, then finishing in a strong suck.
With him throbbing and pushing and shoving inside me, with his tail tormenting my clit, with his mouth at my breast, I rocket into another orgasm, biting back a scream.
Back-to-back gasps leave my throat, along with sounds I’ve never made before, desperate shrieks, needy whimpers.
His neck is not enough. But when I seize his horns, oh God, something happens.
His teeth sink into my breast. He slams against me.
Over and over, he practically beats up my pussy, goring it with his monster cock while his teeth drag over the swells of my tits and up to my neck.
The orgasm rages on inside me. Or maybe it’s a second.
I can’t tell. All I know are the endorphins, the pure ecstasy coursing through me.
The bite comes next.
Those sharp teeth plunge into my neck, and I yelp, but he doesn’t stop. And I don’t want him to. Because the burning sting fades into a rippling, curling ribbon of heat. It unravels in my neck, pulsing into my bloodstream and swelling in the most beautiful delirium I have ever experienced.
“What was that?” I gasp. “Oh, fuck!” I roll my hips, clamping around his member again.
“Demon venom,” he purrs against my neck, his tongue licking the site. “And your blood is a bounty. Rich and exquisite, my Lady Ves. Hold my horns. I’m going to—”
He unleashes himself. Full beast mode. It hurts and burns like nothing I’ve ever felt.
But it’s also the most glorious, fulfilling pressure I’ve ever felt.
Rabid thrusts, feral groans, monstrous growls, all rage until he buries himself inside me like a blade to a sheath, exploding, firing off ropes of hellfire cum inside me.
Another orgasm powers through me, and I grit my teeth around a screech until I finally collapse, breaths heaving and cleaving, my heartbeat hammering in my eardrums.
Finally, Valefar stops.
In the burning, thrumming aftermath of the purest pleasure I’ve ever known—however impure—, Valefar breathes hot and heavy against my neck. A touch of his lips in a gentle kiss here. A sigh of sated masculinity there. His chest presses down on mine without crushing. My legs loosen, still trembling.
It feels so right.
More intimate, more vulnerable, and more powerful than anything I’ve ever experienced.
“Valefar?”
“Hmm…” he groans against my neck.
“You are dangerously close to making me want to keep you.”
He lifts his head, nose brushing mine, cock twitching, happy and fat inside me. “If you wish to keep me, Lady Ves, I will happily and humbly be your slave.”
I can’t help but smile, but I stroke my fingertips along his vigorous jaw and declare, “Let’s just stick with lover, okay, big guy?”
“As you wish. Mistress.”
Well. In one night, I managed to successfully summon a demon, brought him home with me, and fucked him in the shower.
What in heaven and earth have I gotten myself into?