Page 46 of Chained to the Devil's Daughter

I stalked onto the bed and hoisted her over my shoulder, tossing her back down at the headboard with pillows fluffed behind her, so she lay back at an angle. I took her hands and held them in mine, kissing each knuckle.

“Words can’t say how I feel about you, Firefly.” I laced our fingers together as I angled my hips, rocking my precome-coated cock over her sopping pussy. The sweet sounds she made fed pure sunshine to the dying roots of my blackened soul,promising I could grow again, could have a future worth every sin I committed to reach it. “Nor how beautiful you are, all splayed out before me, your pretty cunt begging for my seed.”

“Please, Ash. I need you.”

“I know, my dear.” I grinned, teasing us both with another long stroke of my cock through our messy arousal. The sloppiness of it added a layer of debauchery. “I can feel your need. Are you ready to be bred? When you take my knot, you’ll be so full of cum, my pups will be fighting over which gets to fill your womb first.”

“I’m ready, Ash, please!”

“Please what?”

“Please give me your knot. Please fill me with cum.”

“Good girl,” I cooed. Taking both her hands in one of mine, I held her wrists up against the headboard, using my other to guide my cock to her entrance. “Fuck, you are such a good little slut for me, my queen. I’m going to breed your royal cunt every fucking night.”

“I want it. Please, Ash. Breed me.”

My cockhead spread her lips wide, and I began to press inside, her cunt accepting me with a little resistance. I forced only the tip inside and stroked my shaft, moaning at the way she fluttered around my sensitive cockhead. Her pussy tried to suck me deeper, lips pink and stretched thin around my cock as it squeezed lovingly.

“So sweetly you beg, my queen. Let me hear it again.”

“Please, Ash, more! More!”

“Fuck.” I pushed inside further, watching the pink skin of her pussy stretch around me with every inch I fed her greedy cunt.

“Oh, rings, Ash, please!”

Ripping my gaze from how her body strangled my cock, I smirked at the torture contorting her beautiful features. Shecould hardly hold her eyes open, they kept rolling back, her mouth open in a constant moan. I kneaded her right breast, rolling the beaded peak in my fingers. Flames, how she writhed! So receptive. Fucking perfect. I dropped my head to the other and licked, either side of my forked tongue swirling around her nipple.

“Ash, Ash!”

What a fucking enchanting song, my name among a chorus of moans. I claimed her mouth and swallowed her cries, forcing the remaining inches of my shaft into her warm cunt. Our groans were muffled by each other’s mouths.

Raising my hand to cup her neck, I gave a gentle squeeze in question. She nodded eagerly and I held the pressure there as I pulled out and eased back inside, again, again, then another time, more quickly.

Her moans turned into quick, breathyah’s, and I knew she was close. With a quick repositioning of my knee, I railed into her at a new angle, one where I could rub my knot against her clit with every stroke.

Within heartbeats, her inner walls cinched around me. The force of her orgasm made me feral. I released her neck and wrists, opting to grab her hips and slam myself inside her fertile cunt, my knot hammering against her opening as I rutted to her song.

“Such a good girl, coming on my cock. My knot is going to slide right in with how fucking wet you are, my sweet little slut. So fucking sweet. Are you ready?”

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Ash’ren’s dirty words peppered my skin like acid raindrops, but all I could do was whimper like a wounded animal, limp and enduring wave after wave of bliss.

His knot battered the outside of my pussy as the last of my orgasm twitched from my nerves. Ash’ren slowed, his gaze razor-sharp on where our bodies joined. I peered down from my angled position on the pillows, and he wordlessly shifted us higher up the headboard, giving me a better view to watch as my body tried to weld us into one.

“So fucking perfect.” Ash’ren pressed his thumbs to either side of my upper pussy and pulled, spreading my lips to reveal how tightly I clung to him. My skin was a darker shade of pink where his knot was trying to breach, but the burn felt good somehow, my body being stretched to become a vessel for his pleasure, a receptacle for his come. “Made for me.”

“Yours, always,” I agreed. I wrapped my fingers around the fattest part of his knot and squeezed. “Mine.”

“Yours.”

His forehead kissed mine, both of us sweaty. With a kiss on my temple, he slowly began to press his fat bulb inside. When the upper curve of his knot spread me wide, my demon letout the most feral sound I’d ever heard. Wincing, I pressed my hands to his chest and he stopped, panting.

“We’ll go slow,” he promised.

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