Page 9 of Dreaming of the Demon

“Eager little thing, aren’t you?” he murmured, stroking me deeper but still keeping the silk gown between us. “Damn, your soft little pussy is so wet for me! And you’re being such a good girl, spreading so wide to let me pet you.”

“Please!” I whispered, writhing under his touch. “I…I don’t know who you are but this feels so good. Why can’t you touch me without the gown in the way?”

“Oh, you want me to pet your sweet pussy with nothing between us? I think that can be arranged,” he rumbled. “But first I want to suck those tight nipples.

He bent his head over me and I thought there was something strange about it. Was he wearing some kind of hat? What were those things coming out either side of his forehead?

But the next minute I was arching my back and panting as he sucked one ripe tip into his mouth and began circling my nipple with his tongue. His mouth felt hotter than I would have expected—almost as though he was on fire with lust inside. Then he moved to my other peak, teasing and nipping it very lightly before sucking hard to take as much of my breast as he could into his hot mouth.

At the same time he was sucking my nipples, his hand was still moving, lightly tracing my aching clit through my gown. Then, finally, the hand moved away and I was sure I knew what was coming next.

I expected my dream lover to pull up my gown with his hand to touch my bare pussy, but instead, something else—another appendage—came sliding around my hip to lift the soaked silk away from the apex of my thighs.

I squinted in the dimness, trying to make out what was lifting my gown. It wasn’t a hand…whatwasit?

At that moment, a log in the fireplace broke, sending up a shower of sparks and brightening the room. Suddenly I could see more clearly. The appendage lifting my gown was long and whip-like. It also had a triangular pointed end and it moved with the sinuous grace of a snake.

Oh my God,I thought blankly.A tail—that’s a tail. He’s got atail!

And just as I thought it, the tip of the tail whipped down and stung me—right on my clit!

My shriek of surprise turned immediately into a moan of intense pleasure. The sting my dream lover had given me had resulted in an inner explosion—an orgasm stronger and sharper than anything I had ever felt in my life.

It cracked through me like a lightning bolt, electrifying my whole body and making my back arch and my toes curl helplessly. It felt like every muscle in my body was spasming at once as the pleasure shot through me. At one point it felt like even myhairwas coming and I started to see black spots dancing before my eyes.

And that was when I knew I wasn’t dreaming anymore. Nobody experiences Category Five orgasms in their sleep. Or nobody I’d ever heard of before, anyway.

“This…is not…not a dream,” I panted, struggling to get my breath back.

“No, of course not.” In the light from the fire, I saw the face of the Demon in the painting smiling down at me smugly. “This is your fantasy, Celia, and I’m here to fulfill it.”

CHAPTER SIX

“Get away from me!” I gasped, shoving at his broad chest as I scrambled away. I rolled off the edge of the bed and would have fallen if he hadn’t reached out one long arm and caught me by the waist.

“Take it easy, baby—breathe!” he urged, pulling me firmly back onto the bed.

“I don’t want to breathe! I want yououtof here!” I pointed a trembling finger at the bedroom door.

But the Demon from the painting wasn’t going anywhere.

“Sorry, I can’t go,” he drawled, not sounding sorry at all. “I’m here until I fulfill your deepest fantasy—the one you hide deep down inside, even from yourself.”

“What? What are you talking about? And whoareyou?” I demanded. Which would have been good questions to askbeforeI let him suck my nipples and sting my clit with his tail.

Speaking of that, my clit was still tingling and throbbing—it was like my body was threatening to come again at any minute. Which I definitely didnotneed right now—especially since the other orgasm he’d given me had nearly made me faint with pleasure.

“I am Malik—Incubus extraordinaire at your service.” He bowed from the waist, the firelight gleaming on his curving horns and the broad, bare planes of his muscular chest. I realized suddenly he was naked.

“Hey—where are your clothes? Where’s your suit with the lacy cravat?” I said, making a gesture at my own throat to indicate the frothy lace.

“I took it off, of course.” He shrugged, his broad shoulders rolling. “I thought it would be easier to fulfill your fantasy without it on.”

“Well put it back on!” I snapped. “You’re not fulfilling anything tonight.”

He sighed.

“And here I thought this assignment would be easy. You looked so eager—sohungry—lying there on the bed earlier with your thighs spread, teasing your soft little pussy just for me.”

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