Page 71 of Demonchild

He felt her tiny fingers wrap themselves around his horns, and his whole body throbbed with increased arousal. Before this day was through, he would feel those fingers wrapped around his fat prick. He would feel her mouth too, and her cunt, and her tight little ass. He would fuck her and use her for his pleasure while the crowded looked on.

Butherpleasure would come first.

He would not rest until he hadtastedit.

With his right hand, he helped her lift one leg and hooked it over the top of his shoulder. Then he pressed his face between her thighs and began his feast. The fire had left her smooth as silk down there, and her labia were slick and swollen with desire. The demon licked her deeply, letting his long, flexible tongue glide along the groove of her parting. Then he focused his attention on her clitoris, sucking that sensitive nub between his lips and strumming it with his tongue-tip until she was moaning and uttering all manner of blasphemous oaths.

Around them, the crowd gasped and murmured at the spectacle. Beliath wondered if the king was watching. He hoped so. Maybe the creepy little bastard would learn a thing or two—not that he would ever have a chance to put that knowledge to use. There was no way in hell Beliath was going to let that bastard leave here alive.

“Oh fuck!” the little queen shouted above him. “Don’t stop, Beliath.Pleasedon’t stop.”

The demon had no intention of stopping. Not until his beautiful angel had climaxed all over his face a few times. He retracted his middle claw and thrust his finger inside her as deep as it would go, fucking her and stroking her wet inner walls while his lips and tongue continued torturing her swollen clitoris.

“More,” the queen gasped greedily. “Give me more.”

Beliath smiled as he licked her cunt. She was still a demanding little wench. The fire had failed to burn that out of her. Normally, he would have immediately punished the woman’s brattinesswith a good, hard spanking, but this was her day. She was his angel, he was her supplicant, and he would give her anything she asked of him. Anything at all.

He shoved a second finger inside her, and he flexed them both in an alternating rhythm, stroking her front wall with an even greater intensity. Her body was stronger now than ever before, and her cunt squeezed him so hard it hurt. He couldn’t wait to feel that strength squeezing his cock.

But first things first…

Beliath stroked and licked her until he sensed she was approaching her peak, then he quickly withdrew his two fingers from her dripping cunt and pulled his lips away from her throbbing bud. The female whined pitifully at being deprived so abruptly, but the deprivation did not last for long. A moment later, Beliath locked his lips with her own, and he forced his tongue inside her as far as it would go. The whines became moans of desperate, wanton pleasure.

“Oh!” the little female shouted. “Oh, Beliath, it’s so deep.”

It was very deep indeed. A man’s tongue would not have been able to penetrate very far beyond her entrance, but Beliath’s long, flexible appendage was able to reach farther than that. Much farther. His forked tip flickered against the very deepest part of her.

Come for me, my darling, Beliath told her with his mind.Come on my tongue. Come in my mouth. Let me taste the sweet wine of your pleasure.

She gave him what he asked for.

Her climax was loud and wet, and the bittersweet liquor that gushed out of her sent Beliath’s own arousal spiraling out of control. Between his legs, his hard cock pulsed, jetting long ropes of white semen that hissed and sizzled as they landed amongst the burning coals.

A stirring ran through the crowd. Beliath had been so focused on his angel’s perfect cunt, he had all but forgotten that they had an audience.

Time to give them a real show.

Beliath rose with a roar. He pulled his demon queen close and kissed her fiercely, letting her taste herself on his tongue.

“Did Wulfgang ever make you come like that?” he asked, loud enough for the whole courtyard to hear.

His dark angel grinned.

“Hell no!” she shouted. “That old goat could barely make himself come, let alone a woman.”

Laughter rippled through the crowd, and Beliath laughed along with them.

“I guess I’d better show him how it’s done. Turn around, angel.”

The woman didn’t waste any time obeying his command. In the space of one quick heartbeat, she spun around, placed her hands against the burning post at the center of the pyre, and bent over, presenting her round backside like an offering. Beliath accepted it with a growl of approval. He clutched her wide hips with both hands and thrust into her fast and deep. The fire swirling around them was hot, but her body offered a different kind of heat, onethat made his whole body tingle with arousal, from the tips of his horns all the way down to the ends of his toes.

“Great hell, you feel good,” he growled. “Even better than before.”

“So do you,” she whined. “I’ve missed your cock so much, master.”

Beliath grinned darkly.

“My cock has missed you too, my sweet angel, but now you are reunited. Are you ready to accept my seed inside you?”

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