Page 31 of Chained to the Devil's Daughter

My heart thumped, but my body was a primal being that starved for more. Through licks, I agreed, “Nor do I.”

“The sooner we’re married, the sooner I can bear your children.”

Thatmade the beast inside me fucking snap. I groaned and bucked into her mouth, earning a startled choking sound that did nothing to cool my engines. “Careful, Searra. You don’t understand how much the thought of you round with my pupsturns me on.”

“There are lots of things I don’t know anymore.”

“To see you full of my seed. To hear it slosh in your womb. To know you’ll bear my pups. Fuck, Firefly, it’s almost unbearable how much I need it.” I licked her long and firm, so deep that my tongue swirled around the band of her asshole, then gently pulled her buttocks apart to admire how the pucker looked glistening with my saliva. “I’ll even take my seed and shove it deep inside your ass, to be sure you’re fully claimed.”

She moaned. “You’ll get no babies that way.”

“No,” I agreed. I let my claws peek out from their tips and traced her inner thigh. “But my queen enjoys it, and I’m in charge of her pleasure.”

She whined as I pulled her cheeks apart again, watching her asshole flutter. It begged to be fucked, to be claimed by my demonic need.

“Oooh, Ash!”

“Fuck, your sounds are so sweet. I love the way you sing for me, little bug.”

There was no instrument as beautiful as her. Lost in her melodic mewls and the slurps she took of my cock, my hips fucked into her mouth of their own accord. Then she fuckinggagged, her tonsils fisting my tip, nearly yanking my soul straight from my sac.

“Tell me where you want my cum or it’s going down your throat in five—unnf—two seconds.”

Her only answer was to massage my balls, and soon I was emptying myself down her throat. She drank my come so sweetly, little gulping noises filling the canopied bed as she did her very best.

“Oh, so sweet, you’re so fucking sweet,” I rambled nonsensically as I came.

When my stream ceased, my body moved of its own accord, scooping her up and tucking her flush against my chest.

“Sorry I said no to, you know. . .” She laughed sadly, wiping a drip of white from her lips before I could kiss it away. “I guess it’s kind of ridiculous.”

Foggy with post-orgasm haze, I caught her chin. “Never apologize for a boundary. And never,neverdull yourself around me. I would gladly burn in your fire.”

A thin smile graced her lips before her eyes rolled and she muttered, “I don’t even have fire magic, Ash.”

“You keep saying that.”

This time, her tired eyes rolled straight to closing. An iconic sarcastic smirk took over her face, a classic Searra move that used to get her teased but now was liable to get my cock right back in her mouth. “Whatever.”

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Sleep dusted my doorstep a few times, my dreams more kind with Firefly in my arms. Soon, morning came, and I preferred never to be interrupted by one of Searra’s suitors again. After scribbling a sappy haiku about her beauty, I left through the window.

Something peculiar struck me from below. The royal gardens should be long emptied by this time of night. My gut told me it’d only recently been abandoned, and the lack of security sent my insides reeling.

Fuck. I glanced between the garden and her window, three holds away. Even though we were grown-ass adults, and I knew, logically, that her father wasn’t home, my heart thundered at the prospect of being caught and thrown back in the tower.

If there were something amiss with the gardens below her window, it could pose a higher threat than my death—hers.

Scaling down the wall, I inspected the disturbance. The flickering embers of a fire were snapping out of a waist-high stone torch. A potted fig was tilted onto its side and had narrowly missed the flames. Righting the fallen tree, I inspected the fire closer. Little purple spikes littered the ground, which did not come from the fig tree.

Judging by the tray of milk, Searra was collecting strays. Again. This time of a mew nature. It must’ve been one of hers that knocked over the fig. Still, I picked up the suspicious pine needles and tucked them in my pocket with a smile.

Exhausted, the smart thing would be to grace my modest prison cell, but no. There was a skill I was hoping to hone. Something that would allow my Firefly and I some more private time and trips to the healing springs we used to frequent.

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Searra

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