Page 27 of Demonchild

“And what is this?” Beliath asked. “Tell me, woman. Let me hear you say the word.”

Malissa’s face felt as if it might burst into flames at any moment.

“Your cock,” she whispered. “I need your cock.”

Beliath throbbed in her hand.

“Andwheredo you need it, my little wench?”

“Inside me,” she breathed. “As deep as it will go.”

“In that case, let us find out how deep that is.”

Beliath dragged his hips back, and his right hand left her hip so he could hold himself in position. Malissa felt his cockhead working between her folds until his tip was nestled against her entrance. Then, slowly, he began to push into her, and her body bloomed for him, welcoming him inside.

“What a sweet little cunt you have,” the demon said.

He could have entered her all at once, but instead it took his time with it, letting Malissa feel every magnificent inch as he slid into her, stretching her and filling her with his enormous girth. There was some pain at first—more than a little, in fact—but asthe demon slid deeper and deeper inside her, that pain gradually transitioned into pleasure, until at last his tip was touching the deepest part of her.

“See,” Beliath said. “I told you you could take it.”

He reached forward and gathered her hair into one long rope, which he wrapped thrice around his right fist. Then he jerked her head up so she was looking at the portrait of Wulfgang. The king’s expression was cold and stoic, but his eyes seemed filled with horror at what he was witnessing.

“Hasheever filled you so completely?” Beliath asked.

“No.”

And to hell with him, Malissa thought, glaring at the image of her husband. All of this was his fault. He was the reason she was in this position, down on all fours and penetrated by a demon. She didn’t know whether to be bitter or grateful.

“I didn’t think so,” Beliath said behind her, his dark voice rumbling all the way to her deepest core. “Now, my little queen, are you ready to be fucked by a demon?”

Malissa’s inner walls fluttered around the hard shaft that was filling her.

“Yes.”

Beliath gave her hair a disciplinary tug.

“Let’s try that again, wench: are you ready to be fucked by a demon?”

“Yes,master.”

“Much better. Are you ready to be fucked hard?”

“Yes, master.”

“Are you ready to be fucked deeply?”

“Yes, master.”

“And when I spill my seed inside you, will you turn it into a baby—ourbaby?”

“Yes, master!”

“Good.”

The demon began to breed her then. He drew back until only his tip remained inside of her, then he plunged into her again with enough force to knock all the air from her lungs. The taut muscles of his pelvis slapped her bottom like a paddle, and his huge, heavy bollocks swung and struck her like a flail.

He drew back and thrust into her again and again, quickening the tempo with every thrust until he was slamming into her with a rapid, brutal rhythm. Malissa moaned as the demon ravaged her. She made other sounds too. Sounds no lady should ever make. She whined like a beast in heat. She mewled, she howled.

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