Page 33 of The Demigod

“Oh, sweetness,” I groaned as my head hit the back of her throat and her fingers gave my balls a tiny little tug.

I damn near came right then and there.

But I wanted to feel everything she had to offer before I gave in to that need.

“You’re taking me so deep,” I said as she moved up, then all the way back down again.

Nox moaned around my cock. Like she was enjoying this just as much as I was.

I could smell her desire, that sweet, secret scent of hers.

Mine.

She would be. Mine. Every fucking inch of her.

Just not yet.

Right now, I was going to enjoy the way she worked me faster and harder, swallowing back the taste of me, working me with her mouth and hands. And all the while, I could sense her own desire growing, pooling, damn near enough to be fucking dripping down her legs.

But all she cared about right then was getting me off.

“Fuck,” I groaned, arms yanking at my shackles, wanting to touch her, to sink my fingers into her silky hair, to grab the back of her head, holding her flush against my body, her throat clenching around me as I came down her throat.

Seeming to sense that need, she took me all the way down just as I came, dripping down her throat, that strange, primal part of me reveling in the idea of my come inside of her.

She worked me for a moment afterward, making sure she got every drop of come out of me before she slowly moved back up and let my cock slip out from between her lips with a pop.

When she glanced up at me, her eyes were pools of desire. Little tears had slipped down her cheeks from gagging, but she didn’t reach up to wipe them away.

“Take off my chains,” I demanded, my voice rough. “Now, sweetness.”

She reached out automatically, releasing my ankles, then getting to her feet to free my wrists.

Before she had any idea of my intentions, I grabbed her, slammed her back against the wall, yanked down her pants and panties, and buried my face in her sweet, wet pussy.

Mine mine mine.

A ragged moan escaped her as my tongue slid up and around her clit.

Her hips rocked restlessly, trying to get relief as my tongue flicked at her clit, teasing, not quite giving her what she needed.

“Daemon, please,” she whimpered, her hand grabbing the back of my head, holding me against her. As if I had any intentions of stopping before she was panting and trembling.

My hand slid up her inner thigh before I slipped two of my fingers inside her tight pussy, feeling her walls clench around them as a low moan escaped her.

She was so needy, so close already.

Twisting my fingers, I started to stroke them against her top wall, getting fast, frantic whimpers out of her as I drove her relentlessly toward the edge.

Then, with a choked moan, she came, her pussy spasming, her legs shaking.

I kept working her through it, dragging it out for all it was worth. Until she was quite literally too weak-kneed to stand, leaving her sliding down the wall.

Then there she was in front of me, panting, eyes hazy, cheeks flushed.

I raised my hand, slipping my fingers into my mouth to get one last taste of her.

The movement had a needy little whimper escaping her already.

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