Page 18 of Demonchild

This time, Malissa didn’t hesitate. She knew if she did, even for a moment, she might never set foot inside the circle again. And Beliath was right, her life was at stake here. She needed him to mate with her, and she wanted it to go well.

But that wasn’t the only reason.

The truth was, deep down in a part of herself she didn’t want to admit existed, Malissa wanted to be inside the circle with Beliath. She wanted to feel his powerful hands holding her again, wanted to feel his hard muscles pressing against her bare skin, wanted to feel the rigid length of his arousal—an arousal which she herself had conjured.

But more than anything, she wanted once more to feel that fiery thrill of excitement that came with ceding all control, that terrifying jolt of knowing her very life was in the demon’s hands.

She got all those things and much, much more.

This time, when she stepped inside the circle, Beliath didn’t just seize her with his hands. He held her with his wings as well. Malissa couldn’t see them, but she could feel their leathery webs encircling her body like a warm cocoon, drawing her tightly against the demon’s hard muscles and even harder erection. Above her, his eyes blazed twice as brightly as before. Her breath caught. Her heart skipped. Fear and excitement writhed through her like a pair of tangled serpents mating. She could feel the word of banishment welling up inside her throat, but she managed to choke it back long enough for Beliath’s mouth to come crashing down against hers.

After that, the matter was settled.

Malissa had thought she’d been kissed twice before in her life. Now she realized she was wrong. What she’d experienced on those previous occasions had been nothing but a touching of lips. What the demon was doing to her was so much more than that. The effects of it could be felt all through her entire body, not just at her mouth, where the demon was claiming her, but all the way down to the tips of her toes, which were curling and scrunching against the soft grass beneath her feet.

Beliath’s hands released her arms and slid around behind her to squeeze her backside while he kissed her. Malissa’s hands went to his broad chest, her nails digging at the hard, thick slabs of muscle there. Her lips parted for him, and his tongue—hisforkedtongue—slipped inside her mouth.

When Beliath finally pulled back, Malissa was left flushed and gasping for air.

“One,” the demon purred.

Before Malissa had a chance to catch her breath, she felt her entire body rising off the ground. Beliath’s hands were still clamped firmly on her rump, and he was picking her up, lifting her until her eyes were level with his own, then lifting her even higher than that.

Instinctively, Malissa braced her hands against where she thought his shoulders must be, and she opened her legs, hooking her knees around his hips. The tip of his engorged penis grazed against her throbbing clitoris, causing her to gasp in shock and pleasure.

“Beliath, what are you—”

Before she could get the question out, Beliath wrapped his lips around her left nipple and sucked it deep inside his mouth, along with an ample portion of her breast. When Malissa looked down, she could see her areola glistening with saliva, and she could see her erect nipple twitching up and down as the demon laved it with his invisible tongue.

“Oh heavenly Creator,” she murmured.

She could make this all stop in an instant if she wanted. She could utter the word of banishment, just as she had done earlier, the first time she’d stepped into the ring with Beliath.

But Malissa wasn’t about to do that again. She told herself she didn’t want to anger the demon a second time. She reminded herself she needed his help if she wanted to survive til year’s end. She was grateful for those excuses. They allowed her to feel a little less sinful.

At last, Beliath pulled his lips away from her with a loud pop, leaving her nipple swollen, throbbing, and wet.

“Two,” he said.

The hands on her rump lifted her higher. The sensation was disconcerting, like hovering in mid air. Malissa felt as though she was going to topple backward at any moment, and she let out a startled squeal that echoed off the pillars of the darkstone ring and the dark forest beyond.

Her hands flailed, grasping for something, anything to hold on to. Her fingers closed around two invisible handles, hard, curving, and ribbed.

Heavenly Creator… she was clutching the demon’shorns!

Beliath worked his broad shoulders beneath her thighs and dragged her hips forward until she could feel his hot breath stirring her pubic hair. Then, with a snarl, he pressed his face into her and planted his third and final kiss upon the lips between her legs.

“Beliath!” she squealed.

The kiss deepened. The demon’s lips suckled her aching clitoris. His teeth nibbled. His flexible tongue danced and undulated, sending waves of raw heat and pleasure emanating all through her core.

And Malissa, heaven forgive her, she kissed him back as best she could.

She pressed herself into him, rolling her hips, grinding her wet need against the demon’s hungry mouth, begging him with her body, begging him for the release which she could feel mounting within her.

When it finally came, it was like a bolt from the heavens, searing her from head to toe with pure, devastating pleasure. She whipped her head back and circled her lips in a silent scream as the climax shuddered through her. Even after the orgasm had subsided, the demon didn’t stop kissing her. He kept his lips pressed firmly to hers as he slowly lowered her down. Only when she was resting on the altar did Beliath finally lift his face from between her shuddering legs.

Malissa still couldn’t see him, but she could see the shape of his mouth coated in the glistening wetness that had leaked out of her. She watched as those spectral lips slowly spread into a wicked, wicked grin.

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