Page 26 of Demonchild

“Is it bigger than your husband’s?”

What an absurd question. Malissa doubted there was a man alive who could compare to the demon’s incredible length and girth.Definitelynot her husband, the king. Malissa had never desired a well-endowed man. Indeed, she had always countedWulfgang’s diminutive manhood as a blessing. It had made their occasional cold couplings that much easier to endure.

Now, as she crouched on all fours within the ring of candles, naked and vulnerable, she wished that Beliath’s member was smaller too.

The demon slapped her rump, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to get her attention.

“I asked you a question, wench! Is my cock bigger thanhis?”

Malissa glanced at the portrait of the king.

“Yes.”

“Of course it is,” Beliath said as he began to rock his hips, sliding the underside of his shaft against her. “And you are afraid you won’t be able to take it, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” Malissa admitted.

Beliath kneaded her buttocks with his fingers. “Do not fear, my little queen. By the time this night is through, you will discover you are capable of a great many things…”

He levered his cock downward, and his tip brushed between her wet folds. Malissa shut her eyes and braced in anticipation of the coming penetration.

Only it didn’t come.

Instead, the head of Beliath’s member continued downward, and when the demon thrust his hips forward, the upper surface of his shaft glided against Malissa’s lower abdomen. His tip reached all the way to her navel.

“Creator save me,” she gasped.

Beliath smacked her bottom again, this time with a little more force.

“Don’t call uponHim,” he snarled. “He can’t save you now, and neither can your puny little excuse for a husband. You are mine, wench, mine for the night, and the only name I want to hear passing your lips is my own. Do you understand me?”

“Yes.”

“Yes,master.”

Malissa felt her skin pucker with goosebumps. Her lips trembled. She hesitated a little too long, and—SMACK!—Beliath’s palm came down upon her rump a third time, with even more force than before.

“Yes, master!” she cried.

The demon purred and soothed his hand over the burning skin where he had struck her.

“That’s better,” he said. “Now, my little servant of darkness… tell me what it is you need from me.”

Malissa looked back over her shoulder and scowled at the seemingly empty space behind her.

“Youknowwhat I need.”

“Perhaps… but I want to hearyousay it.”

Her face flushed, and her eyes brimmed with tears of frustration.

“Why must you tease me this way?”

“Because you like it. Now be a good little queen and tell me what it is that you require.”

Malissa reached down beneath her body where the demon’s erect member was stroking against her skin. She closed her hand around his invisible shaft and squeezed lightly, letting his hard length glide through her fingers.

“This,” she said. “I need this.”

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