Page 39 of Court of Heathens

“No wonder your demon is hiding you.” He groans against my cunt. “One taste and the world would be yours. One moment between your thighs and they would lay everything at your feet.”

Panting, I tug on my hands to try and touch him, but I’m hoisted higher. Wrapping my legs more solidly around Phrixius’s head, I press him deeper, needing the life inside him.

He sees it, and he gives it to me like a merciful god, fucking me slowly with his tongue before he speeds up. He uses it in a way I’ve never felt, and it seems to grow inside me, vibrating with magic. I feed from it, soaking it in as they bring me back to life.

His fingers slide across my messy cunt and rub my clit until it becomes too much, and I scream my release to the night. Both of them encourage me, their wandering hands squeezing my curves. Phrixius’s tongue pulls from me and slides lower to circle my ass as his fingers push inside me, fucking me through my orgasm.

My eyes close, and when his tongue pushes inside my ass, I lose it, grinding into his fingers and mouth while arching my chest into my demon’s hands. They don’t give me a moment of reprieve, my desire spiralling once more. The darkness is replaced by a fire so strong, I burn in it.

It grows, and when Phrixius pushes a third finger into me and shoves his tongue deep, I fall into that heat with a scream. I squirt all over my god’s face. He groans, finger fucking me through it.

Pulling his tongue from me, he slides his fingers from my cunt and licks them clean. “Enough to slay a god.”

I fall, the demon releasing me, and luckily, Phrixius catches me. My wrists sting as blood returns to my hands, but I don’t have a minute to recover. I’m suddenly ripped away, turned, and yanked down onto my demon. My eyes widen when I meet his glowing eyes, seeing the fire in them.

His tail flicks down my back and slaps my ass. “I want to see you ride me. It’s all I think about, little witch.” That is the only warning I get before I feel his cock move by itself, seeking my heat. My eyes widen in horror and fascination when it finds my channel, and with a wicked grin, he drops me onto it, impaling me on his cock.

I scream. He’s too big, too different, and as I wiggle, trying to escape, his cock only seems to grow, burying deeper, like it’s intent on getting as far as it can. It’s strange, feeling it move inside me, but I’d be a liar if I said it didn’t feel good.

I gasp as I writhe on top of him. His hands urge me on as he watches me with those evil eyes. “Perfection,” he praises. “Look at how you take me, little witch. You were made for me, made for the darkness, made for the different.” I lift up, but he drags me back down, fucking me.

The spikes on his cock seem to drag over my nerves as he thrusts into me, the pain and pleasure making me scream for him.

He might be evil, but he feels so damn good inside me.

He told me once I crave the touch of monsters, and I know he’s right. I want the freaks. I want the weird. I want it all.

I want him.

His tail slides lower, parting my cheeks and rubbing my asshole until I scream for him.

His abnormal cock slides deeper like a tendril, all the way to my cervix, stuffing me full as he lifts and drops me onto it. His tail slides around my hip and up, and despite Phrixius’s softness, my demon slaps it across my breasts, whipping me with it.

I gasp, and he does it again as I clench down on him, dripping.

“You love the pain, don’t you? You want to wear my marks. You want me to rip you apart as I stuff you full of my cum.” His tail whips across my breasts again, hitting my nipples. I cry out as red welts form from the force. “Admit it, it’s what you think about when you’re sleeping in my arms. Every time you went and fucked another, watching me as you did, you were imagining it was me inside you. It got you off, didn’t it?”

“Yes,” I admit as I lean down and suck the tip of his tail into mymouth. His eyes narrow, and he pulls it free and whips it across my chest in quick succession. Huge red welts form, the pain making me scream even as I ride him faster.

“More,” I demand breathlessly.

“Anything for you, my little witch.” He smirks as he slaps my chest, and I look down at the red marks, moaning as I run my fingers across them. The sting makes me tighten to the point of pain on his cock.

His tail slides down and around, flicking over my asshole again. “I’ve imagined having you every single day of my life, but nothing could compare to seeing you on top of me, dripping for me. I’ve waited too long, little witch. I need all of you.”

My eyes flare as he pushes his tail inside my ass, spearing me with it as he works it as deeply as he can. The stretch added to his abnormal cock has me screaming, and I barely remember moving, but I ride him, desperate as a sudden orgasm rips through me. He forces me higher, fucking me harder, and that fire inside me doesn’t abate.

It only grows.

I grip his horns, and he groans as I tighten my hold and use them to fuck both his tail and his cock.

“That’s it, little witch. Ride me, make this demon yours. Claim the night and flames.” He groans, urging me on while he licks over my welts.

He slides his forked tongue across my chest, making it hurt as I clench down on him. Leaning across him, I lap at his horns, knowing they are sensitive. He growls, hammering deeper into me, forcing me to take it as his tail presses farther inside me.

“Mine, you are mine.” He pants against my chest before he bites down. “Mine,” he roars into my skin as he slams into me so hard it hurts.

Leaning back, I whimper as I watch him in the throes of pleasure.

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