Page 70 of Chained to the Devil's Daughter

“You’re evil,” he growled.

With one hand, I casually pumped, watching as each time the skin bunched below his cockhead, more liquid beaded at his tip. I lapped each drop, humming in satisfaction when there was always more. By the time I took him into my mouth, he was a squirming mess.

I was no better. My legs had spread beneath me, my pussy clenching and squeezing around a maddening emptiness. I rearranged my ankles and sat back, letting my heels bump against the plug each time I bobbed my head on his dick.

Fuck, it was depraved, sucking him off on Devil’s throne, on the dais above an empty hall. A vibrant pulsing sensation built in my core, consuming my thoughts. I loved to play with him this way. To watch his body’s primal reaction to me. The way my pussy gushed onto the floor, I was already so close to those blinding waves of bliss.

“Unless your throat is where you want my seed, Firefly, you might—ungghh,” he groaned as I nudged his tip further, lodging it between my tonsils as I breathed carefully through my nose. My hands fondled his knot and balls, both so full. He took fistfuls of my hair and forced me still, fucking up into my throat in shallow bursts before forcefully dragging my head off of him. “Enough. Come here.”

Panting and drooling and crying a little, I wiped the strings connecting me to his cock with the back of my wrist and clambered onto his lap.

If I thought wearing the plug had me antsy before swallowing his cock, I was beyond desperate now. With my skirts bundled in my hand, I pressed against his ribbed cock until it flattened between my drenched folds and slid, up and down, up and down, each ridge teasing the swollen red button above my opening. I rode the side of his shaft using my juices and his steadily seeping precum until I was huffing and puffing as though his cock were already stretching me wide.

Ash’ren tugged my drooping collar down to expose my breasts. My nipples stiffened into peaks that tingled with need. Palming each globe with his hands, he took a deep inhale of my neck before growling at my puckered beads like they’d offended him. He pinched and pulled up, forcing me to arch, embarrassing moans tugging from my core. Then he sucked one into his mouth, forked tongue working magic. He plucked and twirled the other until I was close to coming all over his cock with nothing in my poor neglected pussy.

“I’m your pawn. Use me, Firefly. Fuck yourself onto my knot.”

His tail wrapped around my thigh and forced me wider so that his cockhead slipped inside my clenching hole.

I was beginning to think this had been a bad idea. At least, maybe the blow job, for it got me too excited, too far gone. My limbs didn’t want to work. I rose on wobbly knees and barely held steady with my palms on his shoulders.

Smirking as though he understood my plan had backfired, Ash’ren took hold of my hips and lined us up, slowly lowering me onto his cock like I was naught but a doll made to milk him dry.

I keened as he lowered me inch by inch, the plug faltering in my asshole at the new invasion. Ash’ren’s strong arms didn’t budge, but his hips seemed unable to keep still. They twitched up, fucking me with the three inches of cock he’d fed inside.

“Fuck, Firefly, you feel so fucking good.”

“A-Ash!”

“What do you need, baby?”

“M-make me come s-so I can. . .ahhh,” I trailed off with a whine.

Ash’ren released me, effectively impaling me on his cock. I crumpled onto his chest. His hands and teeth and fire were everywhere, teasing along my spine, nipping my neck and earlobe, caressing my bottom. When something found my clit and strummed, I came undone.

The orgasm that’d been building for what seemed like hours finally crashed over me, lifting me straight from my body to explode like bits of stardust. I floated about the room for minutes until finally returning, shuddering as little spurts of warmth splashed inside me.

“Better?” he whispered before tracing my jaw with his forked tongue.

“Yes.”

His knot was nudging at my entrance. A few long, slow strokes later, I took the reins again. I turned to face forward, giggling at the sight of the long table below. No one was seated there now, and the orbs of flame were dim. The heavy royal table covered our waist and below, but my breasts bounced freely outside their linen prison.

Ash’ren rolled my skirts, bunching them around my waist. I arched forward to give him that perfect peachy view and relished in his masculine groan. He traced the broad curve of my hips, squeezing the spot where my belly met the top of my thighs, then brought his hands to each butt cheek, spreading them wide.

“Fuck, what a beautiful sight, oh, gods, I, I’m going to—unnff—I’m going to wreck you.”

He lifted my hips until his cock no longer kept me closed, allowing a stream of his cum to pour from my pussy and coat his tail. He eased me back down. I sat on his cock with bated breath. The plug eased out of my ass, replaced with his cum-lubed tail. The tapered tip had no problem sliding right in, and I groaned, low and deep and unladylike.

Ash’ren’s fingers dug into my hips and reared me back, forcing my body to swallow him up in both holes. I held his knees in a vice-like grip and rocked.

“Fucking flames, the way your body clings to me, Searra, you’re going to fucking strangle me. Take my fucking cock. I bet you want more of my tail in that pretty ass, don’t you, dirty girl?”

I bit my lip so hard I tasted copper as I nodded, bleating uncontrollably. It was all I could do to keep rocking my hips in a circular motion, rubbing every inch of my insides with his ribbed cock as he fed more of his tail into my ass.

“Oh, flames, oh, flaming rings,” I squealed nonsense as he began to move. I took hold of his knees and bounced for all I was worth, fucking myself on him over and over until I couldn’t anymore.

Ash’ren reached around, one hand gripping my neck, the other covering my chest and playing a harsh game with my nipple. He rose onto his paws and my cheek slammed onto the table. He fucked into me in long, furious strokes, alternating his tail and cock in a consuming pattern, my most intimate walls and my bowels massaged in long strokes.

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