Page 60 of Chained to the Devil's Daughter

“Use your manners, princess.”

“Tail, please! Now!”

“Where would you like my tail, your majesty?” His sly tone made me want to kick him, but I wouldn’t risk losing the orgasm that hovered under my skin.

“Here?” A smooth, familiar appendage slid through the mess he was making between my legs, dipping into my pussy like he was testing the pressure. I moaned, nails biting into my palms.

He pumped his tail shallowly a few times, then replaced it with his tongue. Something slippery touched my cheek and I opened, wide and ready. Against my spasming pussy, he muffled, “Or are you jealous you have nothing to suck on?”

“Mmmhhffmm,” I groaned. Honestly, who flaming knew where I’d wanted the damn thing to begin with. I couldn’t remember, but as he fucked my face with it, I was content enough to sag against the table.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking gorgeous, Firefly,” Ash’ren mused against my pussy. A thick digit gathered the slickness there, dipping inside like a damn tease, then seated itself to the knuckle in my asshole. “So greedy, this bottom. Feel how it tries to suck me inside?”

He demonstrated with a shallow pump, catching my bucking hips with his eager mouth. With one finger in my ass, he used his thumbs to peel open my labia, the emptiness maddening. I tried to beg, but his tail was still exploring my mouth. I softened my throat muscles, squirming at the barbaric sound he made when his tailaccidentallyslipped past my tonsils.

His forked tongue traced the band of muscle fluttering around his finger, then his hands disappeared, only to smack my ass cheeks hard enough to send them jiggling. He groaned and feasted for another moment.

“Are you ready, my queen?” His tail retreated from my throat, taking a trail of saliva with it as it vanished behind my skirts. I whimpered, useless but for the desperate need to be filled. “I’m going to fuck both of your pretty holes. Fill you with cum. Once your womb is flooded, maybe then you can think straight again.”

I nodded emphatically. Yes, that was a brilliant idea. He shoved his trousers halfway down his thighs and I caught a glimpse of his gorgeous ribbed cock, seeping with precum.

Ash’ren’s saliva-coated tail played slip-and-slide through my seam before nudging my ass, the pressure equivalent to a finger pressed at the opening but not inside.

With one long, luxurious drag of his cock head through my folds, I almost lost my wits before he even pressed inside. When he did, it was as he said, my body tried to suck him right up.

“Unnff—Firefly, you’re so fucking tight. We gotta make war plans more often—oohh.”

A flat palm landed on my back, firmly holding me steady as he forced my pussy to make space for his fat cock. Once the broad head was inside, he paused, only to slip an inch of his tail into my asshole.

“Oh, flames, Ash! Ash! It’s too much!”

“I’ve got you, love bug,” he promised, not letting up on my lower back. His other hand swept into the fray, finding my clit and petting in long, sweet strokes until my breathing was under control. He hummed in approval when I let out a feminine moan. “You’re ready.”

The first ridge of his cock popped past my outer walls, then the second, and he rocked, massaging my channel with his textured cock. I stuffed a knuckle into my mouth to keep from alerting the guards as the next ridge slid inside, and the next, each one rubbing against the sliver of skin separating my holes, until he was seated to the knot.

“What a beautiful queen, taking my cock and my tail in her precious holes.”

His tone was full of reverence. Everything paused as he took handfuls of my bottom, smooshing it around his cock and tail, jiggling my flesh, making me hyper-aware of how full and helpless I was. Not much of a queen, letting mycriminal fuck boyrail me over the war table after plotting my father’s deat. Still, his words unleashed a hunger deep inside my core.

“Harder,” I ordered.

“Yes, my queen.”

He quit fucking around and really fucked me then, drilling my pussy with each ridge of his long cock, his tail stuffed an inch inside my back entrance.

“Does my queen like to be used? To be my royal little fuck doll?”

“Y-yes!”

“I’m going to fill your cunt with seed until you have a litter of my pups fighting to be conceived. You’re going to walk around making orders like the fucking incredible queen you are, with my seed sloshing in your womb. You like that, don’t you? You want to be bred?”

“Yes, please, Ah-ah-ahh!” Any other nonsense I might’ve said turned into a chorus of the first syllable of his name as he rutted.

All sensation dissipated into the void. The only thing that brought me back was the feeling of hot sperm invading my womb.

“Fuck,” Ash heaved, draped over my back. “That was fucking hot.”

I giggled. Maybe being queen didn’t have to be so stuffy all the time. As long as it could bethiskind of stuffy more often.

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