Page 34 of Taken By the Devilish King

"Does that look soft to you?"

She laughs.

"That's not what I meant, but speaking of hard things..." She wraps a hand around my length and bites the corner of her lips. "Is this finally mine?"

I let out a sharp hiss and pulse in her hand.

"Yes," I say. "Yes, it is."

She smirks and pulls away, dragging me to the inner chamber by the cock. And I can't lie. It does feel good.

When we get inside me, she guides me to the bed and pushes me down on my back before she climbs on my face, placing her pussy right in front of my mouth and dips down to trap my cock in hers.

"Fuck!" I groan as soon as her wet heat tightens around me.

As many times as she had sucked me off back on Earth I still hadn't had enough of her or how good this feels. A part of me feels like I've been missing out all these years, but a part of me, the bigger part of me is glad that I've saved myself for her because she can have the honor of showing me all the pleasures I can enjoy with my cock that I haven't explored in my seventy-five years on this planet. Her horniness bounces off of me making me unbearably harder and when she wraps both hands around my length and gets her tongue to work circles around my crown, my eyes roll back.

It takes all my strength not to come undone. I take several breaths and decide to keep my focus on her wet, pulsing pussy instead.

I lash my tongue at her clit and slide it up her folds and her moan makes my cock vibrate and my ridges engorge. I lick her again and it has the same effect, so I do what any man in my position would and make a feast out of her flesh, which only drives me deeper into her mouth and deeper into bliss.

It's like I can control her with my tongue and the thought sends me insane. The more we go on, the more of me she swallows until I can't hold back any longer and spill in her. In retaliation, I drive my tongue inside her and use my hands to rub her clit raw and her orgasm rolls off her body and mind as if it were my own.

"Right, enough of this. I need to feel you inside me." She sits up and lies down next to me, her eyes narrowed and lethargic, but her mind screaming her want for me louder than words.

I spread her legs open and crawl between them, letting my cock touch her pussy for the first time. We both gasp on impact.

Ayla uses her hands to spread herself open for me. Her gaze stays on me as I rub my cock against her clit and I take joy in how her face flinches as a result. I grind against her a few times, building up the desire in both her and me, her wetness sticking to me like honey before I press against her core and she opens up for me like a fucking flower.

She's so tight, it makes me squirm but I don't stop sliding in, slowly, carefully. Her jaw drops and her moans turn to cries that I fear breaking her but she reassures me both with her words and her mind to keep going.

I glance down and the view of her pussy spread wide open around my length sends shivers down my spine, The heat of her channel makes my mouth dry and chest tight.

This is nothing like her blowjobs. Nothing like her handjobs. This is...everything I could have ever imagined and more, so much more. I feel dizzy and drunk just being encompassed in her and I'm not even all the way in.

Her breath stops and her hands land on my groin, pushing me out. I do as she wants, and fuck me, I'm even dizzier, even drunker sliding out, watching her hole open and close around each of my ridges until only my crown remains inside her.

She takes a deep breath and I match her as she nods. I push in again, the groan slipping from my mouth like it's drool.

I do it again. I slide out and back in, I keep going, each time burying myself deeper in her until she takes me all the way to the root and neither of us can breathe or articulate. But it's not time for words. It's time for actions and for feelings.

I tower myself over her, connect our bodies and fuck her pussy with slow rhythmic moves, staring deep into her eyes, catching every muscle on her face as it twitches, trapping every moan that comes out of her, feeding her my own. I use the tip of my tail to trace her body and love the shivers it leaves behind on her skin.

The more I fuck her, the wetter she gets, the easier it becomes to claim her body, to claim her core. My ridges are so sensitive and full, I grow almost twice as thick inside her that she has to use the sheets under us to hold onto. She lets a roaring cry that makes me feral. Her hands grab my face and she holds on to it as I go faster. Release feels imminent the more we go on and it takes all my concentration not to come. Not that it matters because I can keep fucking her until sundown and until sunrise, over and over again for the rest of my life if I need to. And I so need to.

Ayla slides her hands up and down my back, pushes them all the way down to my ass, driving me deeper in her. As I trace her neck with my tail she wraps a hand around the root and bites her lip.

"I need your tail inside me, Lofy. Will you fuck me with it?"

I smirk and start to slide out when she grabs my ass cheeks and stops me.

"No. Both at the same time. Please. I want to feel all of you inside me in your full glory."

I can't help the growl as I sit up and wet my tail on her flesh and she bites down on her bottom lip when I line it up with my cock and push inside.

I feel my cool tail grind against my own cock and the sensation is phenomenal, but even more so is the effect it has on Ayla who gasps and trembles as an orgasm rolls through her body.

I throb just watching her. I grab her legs and thrust in and out of her, my tail firmly in place inside her. She shivers every time I drive myself deeper, and the quiver in her breath and her passion gives away how sensitive she feels and I slow down.

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