Page 8 of Chained to the Devil's Daughter

“Then it’s yours.”

I forced myself to breathe. The steady stream slowed, though not from lack of seed. I pinched it off with a shudder, the ache in my knot dulled, not gone.

Her arms tightened around my neck, and I gathered her to my chest. Her fragrance was sweeter than a vineyard, calming like rosewater. I rubbed the muscles of her back, roaming the soft curves of her body, tangible at last.

“I’ve missed you.” Her tears were cold against my blazing skin, her voice muffled by my neck.

“There are no words.” I rested my forehead against hers and swam in her glistening cyan pools, kissing a stray tear. “Ice, huh? Clever.”

“Did you like that?” she sniffled.

“A good trick indeed, though I’d rather not know where you learned it.”

“The Scorched Bush.”

“The brothel?”

“Mm-hmm.” She batted her eyelashes, and I wanted to banish that innocent smirk with a swift slap of my cock.

“What happened to‘a queen fucks herself’?”

“I’ve gotten rather good at it, too.”

“Oh really?” My cock jerked, making her squirm in my hold. “You’ll have to show me sometime.”

“Yes,” she agreed, her voice hoarse again. “Some time. But for now, I have business.”

“Ah, yes. You’re leading a rebellion, aren’t you? Very queenly.” I rocked again, a trickle of cum escaping into her sex. She made one of those sounds that drove me fucking mad, and I dipped my head to suck on her pert nipple, rolling it between my teeth. “A beautiful queen you are, love bug. Full of my cum. You really do love to feel me spill inside you, don’t you, your majesty?”

“Ahhh, Ash!”

The darkness that her needy cry awoke within me was almost scary. I switched to her other breast, sucking and playing with the bud until she writhed. Retreating, I planted my forehead against hers and pinched the rosy buds. I grunted as another trickle surged from tip unexpectedly.

“Touch yourself, my queen.”

5

Searra

Ireally shouldn’t. Important conversations would soon crash down the door, and if they found Hell’s usurper queen being railed by an escaped prisoner on the war table, I might lose credibility.

Responsibility didn’t keep my hand from sweeping between our legs, lust drooping my lids until I could barely see Ash'ren watching me like he wanted to devour my soul. Trembling, I slid two fingers around my clit and down, scissoring the thick length jutting from my pussy. Ash’ren growled, the dark vibe emanating from him worsening.

“You fucking love my seed.” He growled the fact like it was a revelation. “You want to be filled and bred, little fire demon pups running around the garden. You’ll keep coming back for more and more. My little cum slut queen. You’ll take my knot so well.”

Flames, I’d missed being his little cum slut. I’d bathe in the stuff if I could, and he knew it. He managed to make the term sound like an endearment that I wanted to wear with pride. I lifted my feet onto the table, my heels hooking over the edge, and watched him fuck into me as I rubbed my clit with deteriorating mastery.

“Y-your s-slut.”

“Mine.”

“Always!” My motor functions failed, and I came with a cry that Ash’ren muffled with his hand.

If the way his muscles threatened to collapse around me was any indication, Ash’ren had to physically force himself to stop. Thinking quickly, I laid back until my fingertips grazed the towel from the drink tray and wiggled it underneath my bottom. With a half-step backward, he retreated from my pussy, his tree obscenely large dick smacking his thigh wetly.

Tucked into his arms with spent seed steadily soaking the towel, I basked in the surreal moment as long as possible. Our bubble was rudely popped by three solid knocks.

“One moment!” I shouted, surprised when my tone was more clipped than panicked. Firmly taking hold of his face in my hands, I kissed Ash’ren deeply. “I could spend weeks in your arms, but rebellions don’t manage themselves. Or they do, but then there’s a lot more fire involved.”

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