Page 21 of Taken By the Devilish King

She opens her eyes and stares back at me looking like the goddess she is.

"Oh my God, stop calling Ms. Kyle. We're not in school. And...what...what do you mean you can't? I want your cock inside me."

I smirk, taking pleasure in her request, but knowing I have to refuse her breaks my heart.

"My cock is reserved for my queen and only my queen. But I'm happy to pleasure you to your heart's content until you're ready to make the decision."

She tilts her head to the side, her brows furrowing.

"What do you mean? You're not allowed to fuck me before we're married?"

"Not with my cock, no."

"But you branded yourself."

I nod.

"I did. I dedicated my soul to you."

"And what about your body?" She bites one of her fingers gently and oh what I wouldn't give to be that finger right now, to have my lips on hers.

"There are...certain traditions we must adhere to no matter how much we desire. You can only have my mouth and my tail until our wedding night."

"Your...tail?" She brings her hand down to my tail still curled up around one of her tits and runs it along its length.

Her touch is delicate, soft, but her intentions are more than clear.

"Can you fuck me with it?" she asks.

I choke down a hiss and nod.

"It would be my pleasure." I unravel from her breasts and slither down to her folds.

She watches me, her hold on my hair tighter but I keep my gaze on her as my tip teases her cleft. She gasps. The new contact between us sends shivers down my spine, shivers that reach my taint and make me pulse for her. I have half a mind to give in and take her, tradition be damned, but I've got to keep something sacred. Something a mystery. Some motivation for her to say yes. To take me as hers.

Sliding inside her is easy. She's soaking. Her flesh tightens around the end of my tail and it makes both her and me tenser. She's so sensitive, her moans are like a song to my ears. A siren song driving me straight to my undoing, to my death.

But I don't stop. I don't know if anything could stop me now as I drive further up inside her, feeling the sensation all the way to my cock, imagining I'm deep inside her truly, throbbing inside her, bringing myself closer and closer to release with each thrust, each gasp.

I put my hands to use while fucking her, rubbing circles on her clit and watching the effect it has on her. Watching her come undone for me, under my rule.

As I grind in and out of her, my tail turns red, my senses open up to her fresh essence pouring out of her and making her writhe as if she's being tortured. Only her emotions tell me the real story.

"Oh my God, Lofy. Don't stop. Kee—keep going. Please. I beg of you don't stop."

And that's exactly what I do until she's breathless, gasping for air, her entire body undulating. Her release blends with her essence and I waste no moment to brand myself more, to use more of her to mark my skin. And no matter how much I attempt to hold back my own release I spill right there, on the sheets with a hiss and groan to match her own, not even touching myself, or working myself up.

When Ayla catches her breath I crawl back up to her, planting soft, eager kisses along the way but stop short before her lips.

"Lofy?" she whispers, the air she breathes out becoming my only oxygen.

"Ms. Kyle?"

"If you don't kiss me right now I don't know what I might do."

A knot forms in my throat and I swallow it.

"I don't care if it's tradition. Do it now." Her words are more like a command, as is the determination behind them drumming in my head and I can't resist it any longer.

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