Page 48 of Chained to the Devil's Daughter

He snorted. “You’ve no idea.”

Inside the bathroom, Ash’ren kicked the water lever for my massive ten-person bath. The movement jostled the mess of my insides, his knot barely holding everything together, and another heavy dribble of cum seeped down my leg. I groaned, the feeling both hot in a dirty kind of way, and a little uncomfortable.

Ash’ren winced and peppered my face in apologetic kisses. He carried me to the sink counter and placed a thickly folded towel under our joining, which was even messier than I’d imagined. He cupped my rounded belly with a strange emotion coating his features before retreating from my poor used pussy. As cum gushed out, I couldn’t help imagining the process ofcream-stuffed pastries . . . But in reverse. If I weren’t so sore, perhaps I would laugh at the thought.

My gentle demon cleaned us off with towels as much as he could, then stepped away to toss the dirty towels in a basket and rummaged through the herb cabinet. He returned with a thick, clear salve typically used for burns and bruises. Plucking me from the counter, he kissed me deep and hard, distracting me from the strange open emptiness of my nether regions.

The bath water was warm on my toes. Ash’ren splashed some on the lip of the tub, which was as wide as the bathroom counter, before setting me down with care. I moaned at the warmth of the water and the richness of his kiss. His hands disappeared and I heard the jar opening, but I surrendered to his mouth, consuming mine and all the contents of my heart.

A damp towel scrubbed at my thighs. I winced when it brushed against my opening.

“You poor thing. It’s no wonder you’re sore, I used you well.” From his tone, he didn’t feel too poorly about it. His head dipped, forked tongue circling my right nipple. “It’s a shame to waste all this seed, but I’m sure we’ll plump you up soon enough. These perfect breasts will feed many of my pups.”

“Ah-ahh,” I keened as he moved on to my left breast, the hand that wasn’t washing my sex now kneading and squeezing my boob like it was full of milk.

“I’ll need to tend your cunt after every time we knot, Firefly. Will you let me take care of you?”

“Y-yes.”

“Good girl. Spread your legs some more, would you please?”

I shifted my legs wider, swallowing back a comment about what a gentleman he was being. He guided my hand to his horn, and I held on, draped over his side as he suckled my breasts, then moved on to kiss my sides, my belly. The washcloth wasreplaced with his fingers, covered in the healing goo. Gently, he pressed between the puffy lips of my wrecked pussy.

“Ouch!”

“I’ve got you.” He worked the cool gel over the outside of my pussy, then gathered more and worked his longest finger inside. “Good girl. Thank you for letting me take care of you like this, my love.”

I clutched his horn as a knuckle brushed my clit. His hand disappeared, returning to shove more of the healing gel deep inside, pumping in and out as he coated my inner walls in a circular motion. Despite myself, I moaned.

Ash’ren chuckled. He gathered another glob of salve and this time fucked it into me with two fingers, which stretched my sore lips like I hadn’t just had a small pumpkin forcing my hole open for half an hour or whatever. He curled his fingers and brushed my nub with his thumb, coaxing out a sudden, carriage wreck of an orgasm that shouldn’t have been possible.

Ash’ren removed his fingers and gripped my hips, lifting me from the ledge down into the water like I weighed nothing at all. I hummed as warmth surrounded me, sinking deeper into his embrace when soapy fingers delved into my hair and massaged my scalp.

He cared for me while I all but took a nap on his chest, and when he was done, I lathered a new rag, and we switched roles.

“Is there anything you want to talk about?” As healing as our play could be, a few gentle taps couldn’t solve all problems.

“Not yet.”

“I’m here when you’re ready.”

He kissed my nose, trailing his lips to my ear. “I know, love bug.”

Ash’ren got out first. I admired the hard planes of his body where water sluiced from his wickedly sexy form, droplets highlighting the beauty of his pert ass until he slung a low-hanging towel around his hips. He shook his head like a canine, and I threw a hand over my face to avoid the fallout. Shooting me a wink, he exited into my sleeping chambers.

I followed, grabbing a towel and trailing him into my room. Propping one leg on the vanity stool, I dried in slow circles down each leg. Once at my ankle, I looked into the mirror, knowing I’d catch him watching from the bed. Sure enough, he was in all his naked glory, arms widespread across the headboard.

“What?”

“Now that we’re courting,” I drawled seductively, discarding the towel to climb onto the bed on all fours. His heady gaze dropped to my tits, heavy and swinging as I crawled to him. “We’ll wake before dawn, and you’ll fill me up. Every morning.”

“Yes. And?”

“On council days, I’ll put on my gown,” I straddled his stiffening cock without touching it. I mimed putting on a gown, then raked my hands down my abdomen to cup my sex. “And none will know that your seed still paints my thighs.”

“Oh, fuck,” he groaned. He tucked his hands behind his head, his bulging biceps rotund and squeezable. He rolled his hips to nudge my slick opening with his cock. I was pleasantly surprised to find the touch didn’t cause even an echo of soreness and was deeply grateful for the talented healers who made that flaming salve. “And then?”

“Since I won’t bother with underwear,” I rose on my knees to keep out of reach of his searching cock. “When the meetings are over, you’ll bend me over my desk and fuck me full again, so that when we leave the room, little drips of white will mark our path home.”

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