Page 83 of The Demigod

So that was what I gave her.

“That’s my girl,” I groaned as my finger slipped into her ass again. “You like that, hm?” I asked.

“Yes,” she cried, wiggling against the touch as I fucked her with my cock and my finger.

Then another finger.

The sensation sent another orgasm screaming through her, her pussy clenching around my cock over and over.

I damn near came with her.

But not yet.

I reached down with my free hand, pulling her up against my chest, letting my wings wrap her up.

I gave her a moment, letting her sink into the warmth, to rub her cheek over them like she wanted.

I knew the need would grow eventually.

And it wasn’t long before she was rocking on my lap.

“You gonna let me have your ass?” I asked, feeling her pussy clutch my cock in response.

“Yes,” she whimpered.

I didn’t need more of an invitation than that.

My cock slid out, fucking drenched from her come, and I slipped it back, pressed against her ass.

But I waited for her to bear down, to let me start to penetrate.

“Daemon, more, please,” she cried, frustrated when I didn’t take over.

Well, I couldn’t let my girl down now, could I?

My one hand stayed on her hip as the other slipped between her thighs, working her clit as I pressed deeper, took her more fully.

Her moans were deep and guttural, as I finally took her fully.

Her pussy was fucking drenching my hand as she rocked against my palm.

Then I was fucking her ass, slow and careful at first, then harder and faster as she begged for it, as she got closer and closer.

“Daemon!” she cried just a second before I could feel her pussy spasming.

“Fuck,” I groaned, pulling out and coming on her ass as she fell forward onto the mattress.

“Missed that.”

“You weren’t even conscious,” she objected, turning her head to look at me.

“Still missed it,” I insisted, climbing off the bed and heading to the bathroom for a washcloth, then coming back to clean her up.

“We should probably tell everyone that you’re back,” Nox said, snuggling into my chest when I pulled her back against me.

“Sweetness, I’m pretty sure they all know.” At her pinched brows, I tugged some of her hair. “You’re not exactly quiet.”

“Oh, gods,” she grumbled, wincing.

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