Page 45 of Chained to the Devil's Daughter

Searra sat back and reached for Marshmallow, looking alluring as fuck with her face glazed in precum. She searched my features for any sign of discomfort, but I nodded my encouragement. A bit too eagerly, I bet.

“Please, Fire-my queen.”

With a quirked smile, she didn’t fuck around any longer.

The soft strands of fur tickled against my chest, down my right thigh, up, and down my left, carefully around my jutting cock. My Firefly’s eyes were trained on me, hungry and mindful. She leaned down and took my right nipple between her lips, caressing it with her tongue as the furry strands of the flogger now swiped soft, quick pets along my right thigh.

“Fucking flames, Firefly.”

Blunt teeth nipped my nipple and I groaned, my left knee bending, but Searra pulled away and gently guided it to straighten again.

“Be good,” she chided.

The downy strands moved to my left leg, trailing up and down my inner thigh in delicate lines. With the flick of her wrist and a dullsmack, a rush of endorphins shot through me, followed by the feather-soft brush of fur on skin.

Trailing the flogger up my chest and down to my right, she petted my sensitive inner thigh a moment before the leatherthwapped.

I’d anticipated it, but still, I hissed. My knot and balls clenched simultaneously, and a fresh blob of precum surged from my tip.

“Stand.”

I did as commanded while she adjusted my rope. Facing the bedpost, I could no longer see her movements but only predicted where the next impact would be.

So soft that it might’ve tickled if not for the anticipation forcing me still, the fuzzy fabric ghosted over my pebbled skin. Searra’s warm breath kissed my neck as she whispered in my ear, “Still okay?”

“Yes, my queen.”

“Very good. You’re so sweet,” she cooed, rubbing my left shoulder and massaging my bicep as Marshmallow disappeared, reappearing on my right buttocks with a slightly stronger slap than before. “You’re everything a queen could want in a plaything. Such a gentleman.”

“Fuck!”

The flogger connected with my left ass cheek at the same time as she teased me, and the flood of emotions sent my core fucking reeling. Somewhere beneath it all, a piece of my soul began to stitch itself back together.

“Aren’t you?” she teased.

“Firefly,” I warned.

Her hand snaked around my waist to grip my cock, which was dripping onto the burgundy silk sheets of the bed. She stroked slowly, pressing her tits against my back as Marshmallow caressed the back of my right thigh.

“So fucking good,” she praised, and I moaned, every ounce of my self-control straining to keep from fucking her hand like it was her creamy cunt. Somehow, I managed not to. “See?”

With a few languid pumps of her hand, dainty and diminished around my massive cock, her fingers were coated in my lubricant.

“Y-yes, my queen.”

I moaned and lost my battle of wits, fucking into her hand reflexively. She didn’t fight it or command me to be still, so I didit again, and we both groaned. Marshmallow was tossed to the floor.

“My fucking turn,littlebug.”

She whimpered behind me. I dissolved the magic bindings and spun to capture her waist. The black flames fled back to the void. Searra’s naked body melted into mine, one leg wrapping around my waist, her hands grasping at my neck and horn, the heat of her honeyed sex pressing wetly against my knot. I groaned and grabbed handfuls of her ample ass, pulling her against me so hard that my knot blossomed her cunt open in a wet embrace.

“You’re going to take my knot tonight.”

“Y-yes, please.”

“You’re perfect, Searra.” I picked her up by the waist and tossed her onto the bed, watching her breasts and soft belly bounce lusciously. If I didn’t have plans for it already, I’d let my come paint her perfect body. “My slutty little queen. You are a slut for me, aren’t you?”

Searra whined and nodded. She was so beautiful this way, a panting mess of need for my cock, desperate to finally take my knot. I stroked myself, watching the way she tracked every movement, thrashing on her silk sheets, the warm wine color a captivating contrast to her skin tones. Her knees fell up and out, glazed cunt sparkling and clenching, beckoning me. She was a fucking masterpiece, and I couldn’t wait to ruin her.

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