Page 16 of Demon's Prey

He chuckles, a low rumble that vibrates against my skin.

"Patience, little human," he murmurs, his breath hot against my thigh. "All good things come to those who wait."

I groan in frustration, but he just laughs again, clearly enjoying my torment. His tongue traces a path up my thigh, slow and deliberate, until he reaches my trembling labia. I hold my breath, waiting, wanting.

And then he's there, his tongue licking, his lips sucking, growling like a hungry wolf with his snout buried in prey. The sensation is indescribable, a cascade of pleasure that has me twisting and moaning beneath him. He licks and sucks on my clitoris, playing me like an instrument, drawing out gasps and cries that I can't control.

The symphony of my groans and cries reaches a crescendo, and I shatter, my orgasm crashing over me like a tidal wave. I tremble beneath him, shivering with the aftershocks, my body slick with sweat and his saliva.

Dazirus looks up at me, his crimson eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "That was just the beginning, Narina," he says, his voice a dark promise.

I can't help but wonder, when will I feel him inside of me? The thought sends a fresh wave of desire coursing through me.

I lie there, my body still trembling from the aftershocks of my powerful release, breath coming in ragged gasps. A part of me expects Dazirus to take me fully now, to claim me in the most primal way. Instead, he gathers me into his arms, cradling me against his chest with surprising tenderness.

His crimson eyes search mine, and I see the raw hunger simmering there, barely restrained. He senses how much I crave to feel him inside me, to be utterly possessed and overwhelmed by his masculine power. A low chuckle rumbles from his lips as he leans in, claiming my mouth in a long, lingering kiss that leaves me dizzy and aching for more.

"Don't worry, little human," he murmurs against my lips. "Everyone is going to get what they want tonight."

His words send a fresh surge of arousal coursing through me. I can't help but squirm restlessly in his grasp, my body already buzzing with renewed need, desperate for the exquisite friction of his hard flesh against my slick folds.

Yet even as desire blazes within me, sudden embarrassment washes over me at my wanton reaction to this demon lord. I feel exposed, vulnerable in a way that has nothing to do with my naked body. Instinctively, I try to cover myself, to hide from the intense scrutiny of his smoldering gaze.

But Dazirus is having none of it. His large hands capture my wrists, gently but firmly pulling them away to leave me bared before him once more. "No," he rumbles, the deep timbre of his voice caressing my inflamed senses. "You are the most beautiful being I have ever laid eyes upon. Never hide yourself from me."

His words unlock something deep within me, banishing the last vestiges of self-consciousness. In this moment, I am his to admire, his to worship with those wicked lips and skillful hands. A trembling sigh escapes me as I surrender myself completely to his hungry regard.

My heart flutters at Dazirus's declaration, no matter how much I try to steel myself against his honeyed words. A part of me knows he's a demon, that I cannot trust his silver tongue or the burning intensity in those crimson eyes. Demons are renowned deceivers, after all, skilled at luring humans into their snares with empty flattery and false promises.

And yet...

As his large hands roam over my bare skin with undisguised hunger, I cannot deny the delicious thrill that courses through me. The way he drinks in every inch of my naked form, his gaze searing me with raw desire, stoking embers of wanton need that I've never experienced before. When he calls me beautiful,exquisite, the most captivating being he's ever laid eyes upon, I feel it in my very core - flushed, awakened, craving to be thoroughly explored and possessed by this powerful demon.

How can something so sinful feel so... intoxicating?

I should recoil from his touch, from the way his wicked mouth brands searing kisses along my feverish skin. I should be repulsed, terrified at the thought of surrendering my body to a demon's dark cravings. Any sensible human would flee from the unholy temptation he represents.

But I am not sensible. Not anymore.

My mind may war with itself, rational thoughts battling the swirling haze of lust that envelops me in Dazirus's presence. Yet my body knows no such conflict. It arches shamelessly into his smoldering caresses, silently pleading for more of the delicious torture. Yearning to have every curve, every dip thoroughly mapped and savored by his large, skillful hands.

When his crimson gaze meets mine, I see the naked hunger blazing there, the beast barely leashed behind that arrogant smirk. He wants to consume me, to overwhelm me with the full force of his dark, primal desires until I am little more than a trembling, incoherent wreck crying out for release. The thought should terrify me.

Instead, it inflames me.

This demon lays my deepest, most shameful yearnings bare with just a look. And somehow, beneath that heated regard, I find myself wanting to surrender to the sinful promise blazing in his eyes.

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DAZIRUS

Icarry Narina through winding corridors, her slight form cradled against my chest. Her breath whispers across my skin, sending an unfamiliar thrill down my spine.

"Where are we going?" she murmurs, voice heavy with exhaustion.

"Somewhere to heal you properly," I reply, surprised by the gentleness in my own tone. “A place where you’ll recover with an alacrity some might call…unnatural.”

We emerge into a cavern bathed in soft, blue light. A pool of shimmering water occupies the center, steam rising lazily from its surface. Ancient runes circle the edges, pulsing with arcane energy.

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