18. Valefar
Valefar
Idon’t tell her how many nerve endings are in my tail—when I wish to release them.
“Fuck, you feel so good. I could live between these legs and know what heaven feels like,” I tell her.
She moans and clamps down harder. Fuck, those muscles.
Love how strong they are, how much they strangle my demon dick.
She rocks with me, her sinful hips rolling with my every thrust. When she tries to arch her back, I release her hair, letting her curve that lovely spine until her torso comes off the counter.
Easing my tail out, I waste no time in clutching her throat as I’ve recently read, feel her hard swallow, then turn her face to mine so I may claim her mouth. She squeezes around me more. I taste her, tongue licking and swiping at every scrap of flesh, drinking from her like a heavenly vessel.
“You taste like sin dressed up in something holy,” I murmur against her luscious lips.
She blinks back tears.
“You taste like a goddess powerful enough to make a demon pray.”
I search her eyes. No fear lives there despite the tears shimmering along her lashes. Only something softer. Warmer. A fragile, aching kind of wonder that strikes straight through the rotten remains of me. Desire. Trust. Perhaps something even dangerously close to love.
The realization hollows me out. Because a woman like her should never look at a creature like me that way.
Yet, if she chooses to place something so precious in my hands, I will spend the rest of my existence proving myself worthy of it.
I will protect her. I will worship her. And give her every beautiful thing this cruel world denied her.
Even if I have to drag Heaven itself to her feet.
“Don’t stop,” she finally whispers.
Flashing her a smile with my demon teeth, I give her just a hint of pressure from my hand. Not much. I am not skilled enough for breath play. I won’t dare risk any harm to my Mistress.
She moans, clenching again, her pussy gushing all around me. A storm of arousal tears through me. The pressure grows, my balls so heavy, so full, ready to explode.
Now, I unleash on her. Ram her hard over and over, and her soaked, little cunt responds.
She convulses, inner muscles exploding again and again.
They don’t stop. I groan deeply and slap the counter, determined to make this inexplicable, indescribable pleasure last—for both of us.
Her head jerks back with a glazed bliss.
Can’t resist those gorgeous tits. I lash one swell with my tail, then the other. She hisses, then whimpers, but her climax rages on.
Looping my tail in a figure 8 around her breasts, I plump them while driving myself into her. My tail finds one erect nipple, hard as a ruby. A moan tears from her throat.
Finding her hand, I shove it down to her pussy and lean in to purr in her ear, “Touch yourself, my Lady. Rub that pretty, little pearl.”
With a gasp, she obeys, rubbing fierce and hard. “God, Valefar. Normally hate that word, but it sounds different from you. It sounds sweet and sexy.”
“And these pretty petals?” I chuckle while smoothing my fingers along her wet lips, bloated and red from my force.
“Well, let’s not get carried away.”
I snigger and slap her ass, thrusting again. Those walls clench like a velvet vise, gripping me, gushing all over me with a heat that could rival hell’s pits.
I nip the tip of her ear and murmur, “Do you love it when I talk like this? And treat you like a dirty girl? My dirty girl.”
“Oh, hell, yes!”
Lust and longing fill her voice. Her breaths kick up, cleaving the air. Mine grow heavier. Her pussy squelches with how wet she is.
To my left, I catch sight of something silver. Something brand new, unused. A dish scrubber. Snatching it up, I press it against her swollen clit and rub in soft circles while I pump inside her.
“Mmm, Valefar,” she lets out a strangled sound from the friction. “Ohfuuuck.”
She’s unbelievable, so hot and tight, a goddamn addiction. And I can’t get enough. I can’t bury myself deep enough. She is the sin in my blood. And the salvation of my soul.
“You’re so damn gorgeous,” I tell her, then unleash a low, demonic growl. When she clenches harder, I chuckle. “Oh, you liked that, didn’t you, my filthy woman?”
“Do it again!” she rasps out while I rub her clit.
Growling a second time, I stroke the length of my tail along her nipples.
“I’m going to fuck you against the wall after this,” I vow to her, ramming harder, faster, stronger.
I take her mouth again. Her moan vibrates into my mouth, and I growl a third time, loving how much it turns her on.
I’m certain all the blood rushes to my dick.
Mindless with pleasure, I go wild with it and fuck her like an animal, like a predator from hell.
I don’t hold back until all her walls close around me in pulsations so powerful, it rips the orgasm right through my blood.
I choke and heave through the rabid strokes, filling her with more cum than ever.
I barely give us a chance to come down. My dick is still hard for her.
I pull out, spin her around, gripping her hips and lifting her until my crown is poised at her entrance. One look at her sultry eyes, tear-stricken but heady with hunger, I deepen my gaze upon her and bring her down, impaling her to the hilt.
“Oh fuuuuck!” she groans deeply, her head falling between her shoulders.
“Should I stop, Mistress?”
She squeezes around me harder, trying to suck me in more. “Mmm, if you stop now, Valefar, I swear on the Devil, I will drag you to hell myself!”
“Well, in that case…”
I drive myself into her again and again, reveling in how her body shudders, her thigh flesh rolling so full and luscious. I fulfill my vow and fuck her against the wall. Her breasts rock against my chest. My tail itself vibrates with tremors of need.
“You like it rough, do you, Mistress?” I say low against her mouth. “Love it when I fuck you like the beast I am, my Beastie?”
“God, yes!”
I pause for a moment, my hardness throbbing in her so greatly, it’s a pure, beautiful torment, but I murmur against her lips, “Beg, Vesper. Beg me to fuck you.” I cup one swell and rub my thumb and claw over her hard nipple.
She deadpans, her throat working, the delicate cords straining. And finally, “Please, my Lord Duke, fuck me. Fuck me hard, as hard as you possibly can.”
I grin, showing every sharp-edged tooth.
And then, I unleash every scrap of the damned demon I am.
The wall shakes. Items on the counter rattle.
Our bodies are hot and pulsing, skin wet with sweat as we slap together with a force that rivals any fucking we’ve done.
Her hips thud against the wall, frantic, frenzied as she does her best to ride me.
With her tattoos, the ring in her nose, and the dark curls clinging to her wet skin, Vesper looks like a goddess of lust and sex come to life.
Again and again, I spear through her, grinding against her, knowing my length is stimulating her clit, but it’s not enough. I’m addicted to giving her pleasure—nothing I want more in the world than to please her.
I rub my lips along her throat, alternating with nips from my demon teeth. She gasps when I embed them into her flesh, gifting her with the venom as it heats her skin with such a fever of arousal. By now, her juices are a flood, bathing every inch of my cock.
Lowering my tail between our bodies, going down and down, I press it hard against her clit.
“Ahhh! Valefar, your-it’s vibe—oh, sweet fucking demo—”
I claim her mouth again. Now, she knows the extent of my tail’s powers. The spade tip and how it vibrates, purring along her pretty pearl.
Her spine locks up. A strangled sound leaves her throat.
And she’s bucking against me, her cunt exploding and spurring on my climax.
But I’m not done with her yet. Fucking her through the orgasm, I coil my arrow around her body, sliding it between the seam of her ass. She shrieks, her head snapping up.
“How dirty do you want it tonight, Vesper?” I growl against her lips, going so far as to dip the very tip into her anus.
“Ohfuckohfuckohfuuuck!” Her sphincter clenches around the tip.
“Answer me,” I command deeply, giving her three hard, grinding strokes.
“Yes, please…” She groans and rolls her hips toward me. “Be gentle, but yes. Fuck me there with your tail. Do everything. Everything you want, Big Guy.”
Leaning in, I whisper in her ear. “It will be an honor.”
I sink my tail in deeper, groaning low and slapping the wall next to her when her anal walls close around my hypersensitive tail. My shaft jerks inside her. And as the vibration stimulates her ass, her muscles give violent, little jolts around my dick.
Vesper unleashes a riot of cries, and I take her mouth to muffle the sounds while I fuck her hard against the wall, pumping my tail into her ass in smooth, trembling strokes. The pictures on the wall fall, clattering onto the floor. But I don’t stop. I can’t stop.
She said everything.
I release the demon within me and slap at her breasts, grope the nipples, and scrape my teeth along her flesh. I soothe the engorged nipples with my tongue and inject venom into each breast, grinning at how they flush more.
The whole time, Vesper’s pussy doesn’t stop pulsating.
Now and then, it’ll ease up for a few seconds, but I lose count of how many orgasms I’ve given her.
She doesn’t stop writhing or whimpering.
But she’s in a haze of ecstasy, constant, unbroken.
Her eyes keep rolling, her vision undoubtedly a steady blur.
Her lips parted in a permanent ‘O’ of pleasure.
If I could, I would keep her at the heights of pleasure all night long.
I pummel her against the wall, shoving against her clitoris, but I can’t resist the little nodule. With one hand gripping her inflamed ass, I lower my other to capture her clit. I don’t stop forcing my way inside her while my tail keeps vibrating and fucking her tight hole.
This time, when I kiss her, her trembling hands reach for me. She claws at my chest and digs her nails into my hips, bucking and riding me. It only spurs me on. Love the little sounds of pleasure she gives me.
“You drive me mad, Vesper,” I tell her, pounding her against that wall as she clenches around me. “So goddamn good. Fuck me like the dirty girl you are. I need you with all my damned soul. Never felt this obsession before. I could spend eternity between your thighs and still die starving.”
When I swipe my vibrating tail in a circle inside her anus, Vesper clamps down, convulsing again. I catch her scream just in time, working my jaw and tangling her tongue with mine. Every inch of her body shakes with her bliss.
With a rabid series of thrusts, I fill her so completely, our bodies are sealed, and the pressure breaks. Wave after wave of rapture courses through me as I fuck her through the jarring explosions. My body jerking, my staff bulging, and my balls spilling every drop of cum inside her.
At last…the air calms. Nothing but our violent breaths.
And the blood echoing thunder in my eardrums. Slowly, carefully, I slide my arrow from her ass, feeling her shiver as I do.
Her pussy gives soft quivers, milking my cock.
But Vesper is so worn, she falls against me, panting, sighing, and then, I realize…
sobbing. Quiet, little sobs of shattered emotion.
With her back still against the wall, I lift her chin and capture her face between my palms. “Mistress? Are you well? Was I too…?”
Her tear-stricken cheeks show such a deep shade of pink, but I’m not worried. Through the streams of tears, such a lovely smile graces her lips. And then, a silly, drunken one.
“I-I’m okay. I just…it’s never felt like that before. Never. Not even close. I-I still can’t believe this is happening,” she finishes in a whisper. “I’m afraid it’s all a dream, and I don’t want to wake up.”
I offer her a tender smile, then cup her chin. “What do you wish of me now, my beautiful Beastie?”
She tilts her head and sighs deeply, her voice cracking, “Whatever you want, Big Guy.”
My smile grows, and I test, “I must take care of what is mine.”
Her lips part, and she purses her lips and nods. “Yes, Valefar. I’m yours. And you’re mine.”
Gods, she is every temptation Hell ever crafted just for me.
I carry Vesper to the shower. She cannot stand, and I commend myself for this.
But I wash her clean of the sweat and cum.
I wash every trace of skin and shampoo and condition her lovely curls.
I massage her breasts and pay more attention to her sore, engorged nipples than is necessary.
And while she tries to shove me away first, she’s too weak to battle when I spread her wide and lick her smoldering red pussy.
With my tail sliding inside to vibrate and my tongue circling and flicking her clit, it takes but a few moments to bring her to climax.
Mine radiates through me, but in less of a rush and more of a strong, rolling orgasm.
Once she is limp and boneless in my arms, I dry her with the towel and pull a fresh t-shirt over her head. I put one on myself. Finally, I tuck her into bed, climbing in behind her.
I think of the rabbit in the book. The mother, who would become the wind itself to bring it home. I have no children’s literature to reference for what I am to her. I am something older and less gentle than a mother rabbit, and I have never, in seventeen centuries, protected anything.
But I am learning.
Part of me knows I am placing her in more danger with every growing moment.
And I still wonder if I should simply disappear into the night before it’s too late.
But it is too late, isn’t it? I have already fallen for her—ruinously.
And if I must return to Hell, then let it take me whole…
for to be torn from her would be the greater cruelty.
Embracing her closer, I lean over, kiss her neck, and whisper through her curls, “I love you, Vesper.”
Her lids remain closed. I’d swear she just dragged in a deeper breath, but she does not stir. Exhausted from our lovemaking.
For the first time in my life, I pray. I pray I never lose her. I pray I can keep this feeling forever, this fragile piece of Heaven placed into my unworthy hands. I pray…for her safety. Her happiness. Her protection. I pray that if darkness ever comes for her, it goes through me first.
Because loving her feels so sacred, it demands everlasting worship.
Above all else, I pray: Please, keep her and Bethie safe.
With my blood still humming from the pleasure, I fall asleep to the rhythm of my Vesper’s breath. And…her heart.