Page 26 of Summoning Sex Demons

“No?! There is cum in them!”

“If you don’t want to eat them, then I will.” He scooped one up in his hand and took a huge bite of it, the creamy goodness dripping onto his full lips. He opened up the beer bottle and took a swig.

The sweet scent drifted through my nostrils, and I recognized it as that lust drink from The Lounge. He tilted the bottle toward me, and for some gosh-darn reason, I grabbed it from him and took a sip.

Pleasure flooded through my body as I swallowed down the liquid. And I found myself leaning closer to him, my breasts on his forearm. He stiffened and looked down at my tits pressed against his body.

“Iza,” he growled. “Be careful with what you do around me.”

“Can I see them?” I whispered.

“Can you see what?”

My heart pounded in my chest, and I lifted my gaze from his blazing eyes to his head, nervous to say the wrong thing and nervous that if I did say the wrong thing, he’d flip out on me the way that he had on that other demon tonight.

“You want to see my horns?” he concluded.

Cheeks burning, I turned my head to the window. “Maybe …”

Before we had left The Lounge, he had returned to his normal human-looking self.

He lifted the Passion Delight to my lips again. “Take another sip.”

I sipped the drink again, my pussy warm and pulsing now.

After he inhaled deeply, his eyes began darkening even more, and those horns … God, those horns began growing from his forehead. Long, curled, black, and covered with ridges. More warmth spread through my body.

“Come up here,” he said, pulling me into his lap.

In awe, I grazed my fingers up his horns, the almost leather-like material feeling so good on the pads of my fingers. I pressed my pussy against the bulge in his pants, whimpering softly, and took hold of them, making him grunt.

Yes, grunt.

The sexiest sound I had heard in my life.

“Fuck, Iza,” he growled. “You’re a natural.”

Wanting to pleasure him even more, I stroked one of his huge horns, breathing heavily.

“Just like that, Hellcat. You’re doing so, so good for me.”

I held back another whimper and chewed on my inner cheek.

For heaven’s sake, Acaros was a sex demon! And here I was, giving him pleasure.

He must’ve brought loads of women here to sleep with every night, probably told them all the same things that he had been telling me, filled them with gallons of cum, and promised to get them all pregnant too.

I peeked down at him, body suddenly burning with jealousy.

I couldn’t have been the only woman that he’d ever said stuff like that to, and it pissed me off that I had fallen so much under his charm that I agreed to come back to his place tonight with him. How stupid was I?

My hand tightened around his horn, and he grunted lowly.

But all I could think about was how hundreds of women had probably asked to see his horns, drawn their fingers up each of them like they were the most magical things in the world, and then became so horny that they climbed up in his lap.

Jealousy pooled through my body. I snapped myself out of the trance he had put me in.

I jumped off him, grabbed my purse, and headed to the door. “I’m going home.”

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