Page 7 of Dreaming of the Demon

Despite hitting forty, I was still fairly perky up top—probably thanks to the magical herbs that Madam Healer supplied me with. The dark points of my nipples could be seen tenting the pale gown and the silk felt especially good against my sensitive peaks tonight.

Maybe Goldie is right,I thought as I cupped my breasts and thumbed the tight points lightly, sending a shiver of desire down my spine.Maybe women our agedoget extra horny.

I certainly felt it tonight. My nipples tingled with desire and between my legs I felt hot and wet and ready. I moaned softly as I plucked lightly at my tight tips. I might not have a Heartmate to help me out, but I knew how to please myself. I kept a toy collection that would be the envy of any porn star in the drawer of my nightstand. Tonight I was going to use every toy, I told myself. I wanted to draw out the pleasure and make it last…

At least, that was my intention until I stepped into my bedroom and was confronted with the portrait of the Demon hanging on my wall.

“Well, Hell!” I snapped at it, when I saw his handsome face looking down at me with a mocking smile. “I forgot all about you!”

Well, I would just ignore the picture, I told myself as I built up the fire in my bedroom fireplace. It was only a portrait after all—it wasn’t like the Demon was actuallywatchingme.

Only heseemedto be. I could have sworn his blazing black eyes were following me with every move I made. He seemed to be staring down at me from his place on the wall, watching as I slid into the bed and reached for my toy drawer.

I was determined not to care, though—he was just apictureand I was really horny. I wasnotgoing to get shy and embarrassed because of a stupid painting!

I picked out one of my favorite starting toys—a small but strong vibe that strapped to my index finger. I liked to use it to tease my nipples and clit, edging myself for a while before I moved on to something larger and more powerful.

But this time as I rubbed the buzzing tip of the little finger vibe around my aching peaks, I felt like the Demon was watching me. The look in his painted eyes was almosthungryas I lay on the bed across from him and teased myself.

No, stop it,I scolded myself mentally.He’s not watching—you’re being crazy. Ignore him and concentrate.

But it was hard to take my own advice. I was lying on top of the patchwork quilt that covered my bed with my legs spread and the top of my nightgown pulled down to bare my breasts as I touched myself, but I found that I couldn’t concentrate on any of my usual fantasies.

Giving up on my regular erotic daydreams, I tried imagining what it would be like with H’rux the Minotaur—on my hands and knees with that big, bull’s head hanging over my shoulder, as he pumped his bull-sized cock into my willing pussy and his heavy balls slapped against my swollen clit. And then I thought aboutJackson the Kraken—what would it feel like to have all those tentacles teasing me at once? Sucking at my nipples and sliding between my legs to tease my aching button…

I even tried picturing sex with a Centaur using the special sex sling that Goldie had talked about. I wondered if it strapped you in position beneath the centaur in question with your legs spread wide as you watched that enormous cock plowing into you…

But somehow nothing was working. Why couldn’t I concentrate on a fantasy to get me over the edge tonight?

“It’syourfault,” I told the painted Demon, looking down on my bed. “You’re the reason I can’t get off!”

Spreading my legs, I reached for another, much larger vibe. This one stretched me to the limit and I gave a muffled moan as I fit the bulbous head to the mouth of my pussy and pushed inward. This time, instead of trying to picture myself with any of the men I knew or usually fantasized about, I looked at the picture of the handsome Demon instead.

I imagined him on the bed with me—spreading my thighs to taste me while I gripped his horns and begged for more. Maybe he would tease me with that tail of his—what exactly did it do? Was the pointed end hard or soft—did it poke or caress… or both?

This time I found it much easier to reach the edge…but I still couldn’t tip over into the pleasure that was calling to me. I tried and tried, thrusting the thick vibe deeper into my pussy as the little rabbit ears attached to the middle of it buzzed my aching clit. But no matter what I did, my orgasm eluded me.

Frustrated at last, I pulled the toy out of me and put it back in the drawer. Tomorrow I would take time to clean everything thoroughly but tonight I needed to get to sleep. If I didn’t, I was going to be dead on my feet at work.

Giving the Demon a last dirty look, I slid under the quilt and rolled over on my side. My sexual frustration kept me awake fora while but then it started to rain outside and the steady sound of the falling drops and the distant rumble of thunder at last relaxed me.

I was just drifting off to sleep when an enormous bolt of lightning struck right outside my bedroom window followed by thecrackandboomof thunder. It shook the house violently and I gasped and sat bolt upright in bed—just as the heavy portrait fell off the wall and landed on the hardwood of the bedroom with athud!

“Oh my God!” I gasped, jumping out of bed. The portrait had fallen forward and was flat on the floor. Struggling mightily, I managed to heave it upright again so that it was balanced on its bottom edge.

I examined the front of it. In the light from my bedroom fire, I could see a long, jagged crack running diagonally across the face of the Demon.

“Well, damn,” I muttered to myself. “So much for not damaging the family heirloom.”

I reached up to touch the crack, trying to see how bad it was, and felt a sharp pain in my index finger.

“Ouch!” I gasped, pulling back to shove my hurt finger into my mouth. The last thing I needed was a cut finger when I had to be baking and kneading dough tomorrow!

I sucked my finger resentfully as I studied the smudge of blood I had left on the Demon’s smug face.

“Yeah, very funny,” I told him, after taking my finger out of my mouth and examining it. “That’s a nice way to thank me for picking you up off the floor!”

Then I realized I was talking to a picture—probably because I was still half asleep. I decided then and there I was going to lean the portrait against the wall with the back of it to me and the Demon facing the wall. That way I didn’t have to see his irritatingly handsome face while I drifted back to sleep.

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