Page 17 of The Demon

Even in sleep, my little human reached for me.

Inhaling her scent into my lungs deeply, she nuzzled against my chest. Her scent, her very presence—it calmed the brutality that consumed me. I had existed for centuries, a beast of darkness that had never known softness.

But I felt that with my sweet girl.

The longer I held her, the more my arousal grew. It was also undeniable, and my hardening cocks pressed against the plush curves of her body. I rolled my hips forward, the friction igniting a hunger that coiled deep inside me.

“you smell good. You feel better,” she murmured sleepily. “I can’t believe I need you all over again. Your cum hasn’t even dried between my legs yet.”

God, she was incredible.

She moaned softly, her body arching slightly.

I exhaled harshly, dragging my tongue along the column of her throat at the same time she reached up and curled her little fingers against my horns. I groaned and kept licking her, tasting myself on her skin.

My fingers curled around her hip, pulling her tighter against me, the firm swell of her breasts pressing against my chest. She ran her hand up and down on horn and my cocks throbbed in time with her stroking.

The need to claim her in every way surged within me.

My mating instinct to possess every single part of her was unbearable. My claws raked lightly down her side as I rocked against her again.

“Spread for me. I need to be buried in my mate’s tight cunt again. I’m dying with the need to fill you up, little one.”

A shiver rippled through her as she obeyed me.

I slipped my hand between her thighs, careful of my claws, feeling the heat and wetness of her coating the digits. I smelled my seed suturing her pussy and a guttural growl escaped me.

Geraldine was mine.

I let my fangs scrape against her delicate skin, pulling back so I saw the faintest of marks left on her body.

She rolled onto her back, offered herself to me. When I lined my upper cock tip with her pussy and notched the lower one with her tight little asshole, I stared into her face.

“I’d kill for you,” I vowed.

“You have,” she replied.

I growled and pushed not her, taking both holes at the same time, and not stopping until I filled her up and she became filled with my baby.

Geraldine

A Year Later

A year had passedsince the night my world changed, since the night I had truly become the demon’s in all ways. And now, as I lay in our pallet of furs nestled deep within the mountain, I held in my arms the proof of our bond.

The living embodiment of our love and our fate intertwined.

Our son—was unlike any creature I’d ever seen. He was beautiful—terrifyingly so to anyone else. His skin was onyx like his father’s, and his horns were small but growing, curling slightly from his tiny head.

But he had a thick head of dark hair. Just like mine.

And when he looked up at me and experienced emotion, his tiny eyes glowed the same molten red. And when he was clam, resting, they were the same dark shade of mine.

My little hybrid was intelligent beyond his young age.

I smiled at him when his little claws curled around my finger as he cooed, his sharp teeth barely visible as he yawned. He was a mix of both of us, something the world had never seen before.

I brushed my fingers along his cheek, marveling at the warmth of him, the solid weight of his tiny body against mine. He was his father’s son in every way, and yet, there was something of me in him too.

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