Page 38 of A Kiss of Deception

My head lolls back as pleasure courses through me. His hands, once restrained by the ring, now wander my body, tracing every curve. I feel his hard cock against me, and I instinctively grind against him, drawing a groan from his throat.

Emboldened by the sound, I wrap my fingers around his thick shaft, feeling him stiffen and gasp as I stroke him, matching the rhythm of each flick of his tongue on my nipple.

With a reluctant sigh, I pull away from him, his lips releasing my breast with a wet pop. His eyes open, confusion and desire warring in his gaze. I smile wickedly, leaning in to whisper in his ear.

"That's enough for now," I say, my voice husky with need.

I slide off his lap, standing before him with a challenge in my eyes. He watches me hungrily, his body tense with anticipation.

"On your knees," I command, my voice a sharp blade slicing through the tension-filled air. He obeys, the fiery gaze of the demon before me sending a thrill of anticipation through my veins.

I step forward and thread my fingers through his thick, dark hair.

"You know what to do, pet," I purr, guiding his head between my thighs. His hot breath on my sensitive flesh makes me gasp.

His body tenses with resistance, hesitating before instinct takes over. His tongue flicks out, the tentative lick igniting a moan from me as I tighten my grip on his hair, spurring him on.

"Don't make me repeat myself," I say, my voice a mix of threat and desire.

Milkor's low growl vibrates against my flesh as he dives in, his mouth eager where it was reluctant moments ago. His demonic tongue flicks and circles my clit, each stroke sending waves of ecstasy crashing over me.

I throw my head back, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I ride the wave of sensation. The sensation of his coarse, scaly cheeks brushing against the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, the knowledge that this formidable demon is on his knees by my directive—it's utterly exhilarating.

His hands grip my hips, holding me steady as he feasts on me, his hunger as palpable as my own. I can feel the pressure building, a storm of pleasure gathering strength within me. My legs begin to tremble, my body coiling like a spring as I edge closer to the precipice.

"Yes," I hiss, the word a desperate plea. "Just like that."

I can feel the vibrations from his growl as he increases his pace, his tongue expertly coaxing me toward the edge. I'm teetering on the brink, my body a taut bowstring about to snap.

But I'm not ready to surrender yet. Channeling the power of the ring, I flick my wrist and send Milkor's body crashing to the floor. He lands with a thud, his crimson eyes wide with surprise.

I don't give him a chance to recover. Straddling his waist, I position myself above his hard cock, feeling the heat of it against my sensitive flesh. His hands reach for me, but I pin them above his head, my magic ensuring he stays exactly where I want him.

"Mine," I purr, the word a promise and a claim.

His eyes blaze with a mix of defiance and desire, but he doesn't resist as I lower myself onto him. The sensation of him filling me is exquisite, a delicious stretch that sends a shudder of pleasure through my body.

I begin to move, my hips rocking against his, each thrust driving him deeper inside me. My breath comes in ragged gasps, matching the rhythm of our bodies. The room is filled with the sounds of our coupling—the slap of flesh against flesh, the wet suction of our joining, our mingled moans and growls.

Milkor's control begins to slip, his body bucking beneath mine as he fights against my magical restraints. I can feel the power radiating from him, a wild, untamed force that only fuels my own desire.

"Let go," I command, my voice a guttural growl.

And he does. With a roar that shakes the walls, Milkor surrenders to his release, his cock pulsing inside me as he comes. The sensation of his climax triggers my own, a white-hot explosion of pleasure that rips through my body like a storm.

I collapse onto his chest, our bodies slick with sweat, our hearts pounding in unison. For a moment, we lie there, caught in the aftermath of our passion, our breaths slowly returning to normal.

As the haze of pleasure begins to clear, I roll off Milkor, my body still tingling from our intense encounter. The cool floor against my back is a stark contrast to the heat radiating from hisdemonic form beside me. For a moment, we lie there in silence, our ragged breaths the only sound in the room.

Slowly, I turn my head to look at him. Milkor's eyes are closed, his chest rising and falling with each deep breath. In this moment of vulnerability, I can see the conflict etched on his features - a mixture of satisfaction, anger, and something I can't quite define.

I prop myself up on one elbow, studying him. The ring on my finger pulses gently, a constant reminder of the power I now hold over this formidable demon. As if sensing my gaze, Milkor's eyes flutter open, meeting mine with a wary intensity.

"You belong to me now," I say, my voice soft but firm. The words hang in the air between us, heavy with implication.

Milkor's jaw clenches, a low growl rumbling in his chest. But he doesn't move, doesn't challenge my claim.

Perhaps he has finally learned.

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