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“Demon,” she gasped out, but I just curled my fingers around hers once again. I couldn’t stop this, even if she told me no.

“You’re not going to stop until I spray my load all over you.”

Geraldine mewled like a sweet, little kitten, and it turned me on that she was so tiny, so vulnerable.

Her pupils were blown, her lips swollen and red because she kept biting them, and copious amounts of seed leaked from my cocks.

I slid my other hand up her nape to tangle my claws against the back of her head, gripping the strands and jerking her head back farther to bare her throat.

“Be your mate’s good girl and tell me you’re mine.”

My little one moaned again but didn’t give me what I wanted. I let a low rumble leave my chest as the heavy weight of my balls tightened. I stroked our hands over my upper cock faster, squeezing harder, my other hand still in her hair and flexing in the strands. My orgasm rushed to the surface, and I exploded.

“Oh, God,” she gasped as I sprayed my seed all over her belly, looking down and growling as I watched thick, white ropes shoot out of both cocks and covering her breasts before sliding all the way down to her thighs.

When I sprayed the last squirt of cum on her belly, I pulled her in closer and dragged my tongue along her mouth repeatedly. I then sank to my knees and cleaned my cum from her soft tits and belly, and her generous thighs, lapping up most of my seed before rubbing the rest into her skin, marking her so she smelled like me.

I rose, leading her to the pallet of furs, and said, “Lie down, little one. It’s time for you to be fucked.”

CHAPTER NINE

Geraldine

I’d never known something could feel so good and wrong in the same breath.

The demon was still on his knees before me, still so tall and big, even though he was on the ground… licking at his cum as his cocks grew in pleasure once more.

“Show me your pussy. Let me feast on you.”

I closed my eyes and bit my lip, my pussy tingling in anticipation. An involuntary shiver moved through me, and I told myself not to mewl and beg for more… again.

“You feel so perfect.”

I was on my back on the pallet of furs, and then the demon got on his knees and gripped mine, pushing my legs open wider so my pussy lips parted.

“It’ll feel so good—so complete and right—once I push one cock deep into your pussy and my second one into that tight, little asshole.” He leaned in, and I felt his warm breath along my pussy. He groaned and took one long, leisurely lick of me.

I instantly felt dizzy, euphoria and pleasure coursing through me.

“No other female will ever compare to you. You’re mine in all ways.”

I let out a shuddering breath when he moved the tip of his tongue from my aching pussy and dragged it along my inner thigh, teasing me. I gripped his horns again, and his whole body quaked as he snarled in ecstasy. His tongue was just so big and foreign, like the rest of him, and he smelled so wild and potent.

I bit my lip, so much so that the flesh became tender, that pain adding to my growing desire. God… I wanted more.

“I’m going to devour you,” he said in a gruff voice.

The demon made me feel beautiful and small, tiny compared to how enormous he was. I wasn’t a little thing by society’s beauty standards, but I always felt desirable in my own skin.

And now I felt even more beautiful because of this demon.

He hungered for me, and it was a powerful feeling.

“Your body was created for me.”

He ran his palms over my belly, along my hips, and squeezed my flesh. The sensation of his sharp, black claws scraping my flesh, not breaking the skin but no doubt leaving faint marks, turned me on even more.

And when he gripped my body, the womanly rolls I loved about myself, my pussy became even wetter.

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