Page 6 of His Human to Chase

Her eyes dart from my red eyes to the scales of my abdomen and lower. My cock twitches, knowing she is wanting to see even more of me than just my torso. I would free myself completely if she just said the words. Or if she even just tells me to take control in this mating. I do not want to scare her, though, so I will wait for her words. She enjoyed me chasing her, but now that she is trapped in such a small space with me, it is clear she needs more coaxing and a softer touch.

“Use your words, floof,” I tease her and admire her beauty as she dangles from my hold on her.

When her eyes meet mine again, they are dark in lust, and her voice is raspy in her need. “I need you. Whatever you can give me. I need it now.”

Skylar

The demon’s lips tug into a beautiful smile as soon as I offer myself completely to him. He wastes no time, grabbing me around the waist and carrying me over to the bed. He tosses me onto the soft mattress before working the strings of his pants. He loosens them but doesn’t remove them yet. Instead, he leans down on the bed, kneeling and crowding me with his body.

“My name is Yril,” he says as he cups my face with one of his hands. The other plants firmly next to me so he can keep himself propped up above me. “I want to hear it on your lips often.”

My heart beats in my chest so quickly I’m worried I might have a heart attack before I get to be with this beautiful demon that’s looking at me like he wants to eat me. His hand leaves my face as he moves it down my body to the hem of my tunic, his eyes watching my face for any reaction I have as he works the tunic over my body. I gasp when he forces it up and over my head, and then my hands go to conceal my body even though I don’t have any reason to want to hide from him. Not when I’m hoping this demon does all kinds of things to me.

“Move your hands,” Yril says the words softly, his eyes never leaving me. I don’t think he’s even tried to look at my body since he’s been so focused on my face. “Now.”

I suck in a short breath and slowly move my hands away from covering my breasts and between my legs. His smile grows, but he still doesn’t look at my body. Instead, he leans closer to my face, his eyes narrowing as he studies my reaction to him.

“Will you speak to me at all, little floof?” His tongue flicks against my lips softly, causing another gasp to escape my lips. “Or does what I want to do to you frighten you into silence?”

I take a stammered breath and lick at my lips. My body arching against his since he’s close to me, still watching my facial reaction to him. His tongue flicks out to lick at my lips or to trace the outline of my jaw, but he just stares at me, waiting for me to say something to him.

“Nervous.” The word is higher than I mean for it to be, and Yril seems more amused than anything else when he hears it.

He pulls away from me slightly, his eyes finally looking down across my body. A loud hiss erupts from his chest when he looks at me. The sound causes an ache between my legs because I know he’s making it because he likes what he sees. He grits his teeth together and looks back up to my face.

“I caught my prey.” He runs a claw down my throat. “I should devour it now.”

I whimper, which has a glimmer of mischief glinting in his eyes. He doesn’t give me time to fully digest what his words could mean before he’s kneeling on the ground and pulling my waist to the edge of the bed. My legs are already spread to accommodate his body between them, so when he pulls me to his face, I’m fully exposed to his tongue. He groans softly before holding me tightly against his face, his tongue lapping and licking at the wetness between my legs.

“Oh, fuck,” I moan and throw my head against the mattress, not expecting the demon to start eating me out immediately.

He snarls softly and pulls away from my pussy long enough to scold me. “My name, little floof.”

I nod, frantic to get his tongue back on me. My hands reach for the swirled horns that jut from his head so I can pull him back against me. He seems happy with my desperation because he’s returning his attention to between my legs, and my hands hold onto his horns so tightly I might be afraid of hurting him if not for the smile in his eyes when he looks at me.

“Ah, Yril,” I call out his name when a wave of pleasure wraps itself around my center and threatens to pull me into an orgasm. “Just like that.”

He hisses against my clit, the vibrations forcing his name from my lips again. His claws dig into my hips a bit more before he retracts them and squeezes me tighter. My body is forced against his tongue, taking whatever he’s giving me. He doesn’t allow me to move anymore, just endure his tongue licking and lapping at my clit as he takes me closer and closer to orgasm. The waves of pleasure come so quickly that I know I’m about to break and collapse in climax. His eyes narrow on me as I beg him to keep doing exactly what he’s doing, and he seems to enjoy every time his name leaves my lips.

His forked tongue flicks against my clit once more, and I’m shattering completely, my body convulsing as my orgasm grips me tightly and causes the most animalistic sounds to erupt from my chest. I’m mostly moaning and crying out my pleasure, but I make sure to call out Yril’s name a few times so he knows how much I enjoy what he’s doing to me. He licks at me until my body starts to still, and when I jerk away from him, my clit too sensitive after coming, he finally relents and licks at the slick that has spread to my thighs.

“When can you do that again?” Yril asks as he finishes licking up all of my wetness. “You pulled away from me. I do not wish to hurt my floof. She is much too fun to play with.”

“Soon,” I pant as I tug at his horns, wanting him to crawl between my legs again. I want to feel his weight above me, his power and strength. It’s a comfort and an aphrodisiac knowing that he’s so much bigger than I am. How well he can protect me and how much he can do to me if he wants, but he wants to keep me safe and sated with that power.

Yril smiles at me, allowing himself to be dragged up my body by his horns. He wraps an arm underneath my lower back and pushes me further up the bed so we can both lay there together. His bright red eyes bore into mine, begging me to say something. Anything to let him know that I want him, but I can’t think of anything to say. I’m still a little breathless from him eating me out, and now with him so close, I’m back to being nervous like before.

“You are a nervous female?” Yril asks me softly. His hand cups my face as his thumb caresses me. He gives me a long moment to answer, but I can barely think straight when I’m so close to him. I need him closer, inside of me, and filling me completely. It’s all I can focus on, and it has me even more worried because I know he wants me to ask for that.

“You’re my mate?” I ask. I know he is. I can feel it in my soul that I’m supposed to be here, and I am supposed to be with him. He makes me feel whole, even if I don’t understand why.

“I am,” He smiles again at getting to tell me that. “I have been blessed.”

My flush grows, and I bite on my lower lip. “Why do I still feel unsettled?” I ask nervously.

I can feel in my chest that we haven’t mated. It makes sense because we haven’t fucked, but I don’t know exactly what it’s going to take to make us completely and totally mated. We need to be tied to one another, and that’s what will calm my soul and help me to ease into whatever this is. Right now, I feel off-kilter because I know we haven’t fully accepted one another.

“You ache for your mate as I do?” Yril cocks his head to the side like he’s not sure if what we’re feeling is the same, but he is hopeful. I nod my head. If he doesn’t feel settled either, maybe we both know what needs to happen. “I was planning on taking my mate in every way before we mated, so she knew I wanted her for more than her ability to use her mouth on me.”

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