Page 66 of Chained to the Devil's Daughter

Thanks to their position between Hydra’s frozen mountain range, this patch of the Soul Springs was the perfect blend of fire and ice to be comfortable year-round. Closer inward to the heat of Fyre, the thermal springs with popping bubbles were boiling like I preferred my baths, but that was no place to seduce a lady.

The brittle dirt met my paws, and I settled Searra onto her feet. I scanned the little dead trees that peppered the area until I found a branch of a fire pine that would never grow taller than my waist, where I hung our fresh clothes. When I turned around, Searra was nude, her rosy nipples peaked and glistening in the balmy air. She stood confidently, her hands reaching for me with the surety of the sun, ready to cleanse me with her light.

With nimble fingers and an intoxicating silence, Searra peeled back my layers until I stood bare before her. My eyes fluttered closed as her sinful touch trailed over the ridges of my skin, tracing my conduit lines, swirling around my nipples. If I never again felt the brush of someone’s shoulder or a pat on the back, I’d still never be starved for touch, for hers was all I needed.

Taking my hand, Searra walked backward into a spring. The pool was one of three that fed into each other, stair-stepping downward in little miniature falls. The springs were their own type of liquid. A mix of the melted ice caps from Hydra and the lava from the river. The resulting substance was a milky texture that moisturized the skin. More than that, the springs boasted a healing power that only occurred when two opposite elements combined in harmony.

“When you first arrived, I was afraid,” Searra admitted. The spring liquid foamed the further we stepped in. Searra guided us to the second of the springs, nudging me to sit and lean against the fall, allowing the warm substance to cascade down my shoulders. “I thought we would be different people. That the years apart would require some grandiose thing, some kind of learning curve.”

Straddling me, she cupped a hand in the milky water and drizzled it over my exposed chest. I hummed and tilted my head back to rest on the ledge, hands lying contentedly at her waist.

“And now?”

“Now, I see our souls will always recognize one another. Your name will always be branded on my heart. It doesn’t matter the things we’ve done. When you’re with me, I’m whole.”

I knew her words to be true. Unable to restrain myself, I placed my palm flat between her breasts and surged my voids-given power forth. Firefly covered my hand with hers, trusting me even as she gasped in pain.

“Mine,” I whispered, kissing the sizzling flesh that now bore my demonic mark. I showered the ink-black lines with the spring’s healing liquid until her skin was smooth again, decorated with a tattoo of a black flame.

“Yours. Always. Now,” she stroked my horn seductively. “Fulfill your promise.”

“How filthy would my dirty little queen like to be?”

“I want whatever you’ll give me. I want you.” Reaching into the water, Searra fished out my tail. She brought it to her mouth and sucked the tip, hollowing her cheeks. With a groan, I reached out and pinched those hollowed cheeks. Her eyes locked on mine, hungry with need, sharpened by love.

“You’re insatiable, my queen.” I dropped my hand to her throat.

“This time, don’t hold back.”

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Searra

Yes, I was insatiable. There were years to make up for, but I finally understood that we had all the time in the world. I wasn’t suffocating under the weight of those years, and the mistakes of the past.

Ash’ren palmed my breasts as though feeling their weight. His thumbs tweaked my nipples, forefingers joining to pinch and twirl when I keened. With his hands full and his tail disappearing under the milky substance, I didn’t understand the sensation trailing up and down my back and sides until I saw tendrils of fire dancing along my skin.

“Ash,” I murmured, but my next cries were swallowed from my lips.

He was everywhere. His tail teased the ring of my ass, and I squirmed for more, rubbing my slick entrance over his knot. Reaching between us, Ash’ren nudged at my opening, and I was relieved when he forewent the slow, teasing strokes in favor of a quick thrust, sheathing himself deep in one long stroke.

Perhaps I should want a slow lovemaking, for all the emotions we’d revealed here this day, but I craved more. The ugly truth of it was, these next few days may be our last. In thethroughs of passion with my demon, finally returned to me, I wanted everything he was willing to give. Hard. Fast.Now.

“Fuck, Firefly,” he growled, his head tucked between my breasts, voice muffled by the spot that now bore his mark. “I could spend eternity inside this cunt. You are my home. Fuck yourself on me, my mate. I want to watch you come undone.”

I moaned, gripping his horn for purchase as I twisted my hips, driving him deeper, every ridge of his cock rubbing my insides exquisitely. His tail teased my ass I rode him, fucking myself down, closer to his knot, until my body was too heavy to move.

“You’re breathtaking when you unravel for me,” Ash’ren said, awe lacing his every word. “Now let me inside your tight little ass. I want to claim you in every possible way, mate.”

His tail pressed against my ass with greater intensity, searching for entry. Though the texture and properties of the spring were helpful in lieu of the magic lube, I had to will my body to go soft, to open for him. The pressure of squeezing something into my back channel while my pussy was so full of cock was difficult, and I whined at the feeling of being so overly stuffed.

“Breathe, love bug. You’re going to let me in this tight hole like a good girl, aren’t you?”

“Mm-hmm,” I promised, nodding my head against his shoulder. I bit down around a conduit line, and he hissed.

“I’m grateful to have such a dirty girl as my mate. I’m going to fuck you so full that you won’t remember your name, only your mate’s as you scream it. You’re mine. These holes are mine to fill. Do you understand?”

Again, I nodded, and with every dirty word that fell from his demonic lips my body caved to him further, until finally, his tail worked its way inside, with only a thin layer of skin between it and the ridges of his cock.

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