Page 54 of Chained to the Devil's Daughter

Delicate nails finally grazed the taut skin around my knot, which quivered with the need to fill her with my seed, to keep her seated upon it until she was with child.

“Don’t start something you don’t have time to finish, Firefly.”

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Ilaughed. I raked my fingers away from his tempting cock, up to his hips. “Fine. You’re right.”

“Fine?” His gaze darkened. “And how should I punish you for being so thoughtless?”

“That’s not necessary.” My lips together. The thought of what he might do made need shoot to my core, heat trickling from my used pussy. Surely, we could sneak one more quick session in before Hell needed a queen this morning.

“It very much is necessary, glow worm. And I know exactly how I’ll do it.”

“How?”

Ash’ren stood from the tub. Water sluiced from his muscles, lucky droplets licking down every hard plane. More sloshed from the tub as he stepped right out, glorious cock bobbing. I gasped, in the splash zone of his brazen display.

“Stay.”

I obeyed. My heart roared to the heat of a forge as he disappeared somewhere in the main bedroom. With bated breath, I waited until he returned. His wet feet slapped against the tile behind me, followed by athud.

“Stand up.” I did. He pointed to the long, bench-like ottoman he’d brought in from my lounge. “Bend over.”

Oh, fuck. I crossed the distance and bent over the apparatus, my slippery hands gripping the suede corners.

“You’re going to take my cock in your ass. Your rude little cunt gets nothing.” I whimpered in protest, and his hand came down hard on my right cheek, causing my ass to jump and my back to arch further into the air. He clucked his tongue. “What a waste of cum.”

“Ash—”

“Don’t worry. I’ll be quick.” As if that made me feel any better! Before I could retort, a lubed-up finger rimmed my bottom hole. At least, I’d thought it was a finger until both his hands started massaging my glutes. I craned my neck down and saw it was his tail probing me, the first two inches of it glistening with a sparkly sheen of lube.

Ash’ren caught me watching and winked. “I told you I’ll be quick.”

The sparkly lube worked its magic in my channel. For the first few pumps, my hole fought it, trying to force him back out. Eventually, his tail fucked into me in slow, smooth jabs that massaged me from the inside out, my ignored pussy clenching as tight as my jaw from how badly I needed to be touched there. My back arched and danced, my ass rising to meet each stroke of his tail.

My hands balled into fists, and I planted my feet, shoving back until my asshole swallowed up more of his tail. An expert hand came down on my right cheek with a resoundingsmack, rubbing the tender flesh in the same motion.

“This is your punishment, Firefly. It isn’t supposed to be fun.”

He chuckled darkly and smacked my other butt cheek, then gripped my love handles and forced me down flat on the bench.My knees dropped to either side and I swore I could feel my pussy dripping slickness down to the floor from where it hung over the edge.

My ass was full of his tail now. It wriggled around, as though checking if the passage had enough space for its counterpart. I was compelled to think not, but I would be a good girl and take my punishment as it was given.

Ash’ren dropped to one knee and gripped the sensitive skin of my inner thighs to peel me apart. My poor pussy blossomed open to the steamy bathroom air, desperate for him to put any-flaming-thing inside it.

His forked tongue licked the spot where my banded muscle clung to his tail. My clit pulsed and I had to close my eyes to fight the urge to press backward.

“My slutty little queen. You’re enjoying this too much. I’m going to fuck your ass full of seed. Do you realize how wasteful that is?”

“Th-then put it somewhere e-else!”

Ash’ren chuckled, the ghost of his breath teasing my neglected pussy in the worst, best way.

His tail slowly dragged out of my back tunnel, replaced with the bulging head of his cock. I twisted on the bench enough to watch as he attempted to jam himself inside my grasping hole, one broad hand on my waist preventing me from squirming.

“Fuck, Firefly,” he groaned. “So fucking tight. I can’t wait to see this tight little hole gaping and full of come.”

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