Page 41 of The Anointed's Paladin

I hesitated, heart pounding. I was afraid I’d start, and he’d pull away in disgust. It wasn’t fair not to warn him.

“I… I don’t want you to be surprised,” I said, looking down at the ground, face burning. “My tongue works… differently than you might be used to. I—”

I was cut off by a rough pressure on my lips, his thumb silencing me. His fingers wrapped under my chin and forced me to look up. My cock throbbed at his treatment. His eyes gleamed as he looked at me.

“The only thing I want those pretty lips doing right now is pleasuring… my… cock,” he said, drawing out the last words. He let go dismissively. “So, less talking, more working.”

I nodded, unable to speak, and he returned to my mouth. I hoped he knew what he was asking for. I’d show him first, in case he changed his mind.

I blinked and nervously slid my tongue out. It reached a normal length, and I pushed forward, unsheathing the dorsal part as it pushed out further still, slipping down until it reached the middle of his thigh. Now it had been untethered, it twitched and started to swell from the arousal pumping in my veins. I forced myself to look at him, waiting for his reaction.

“Go on,” he murmured, rolling his eyes and twirling his finger in the air. He… knew. Though, I guess it made sense. Unlike me, he’d met other hellspawn before.

I took a breath and let my tongue split down the centre, into its natural fork. He let out a huff of pleasure, bringing himself closer to me again. I was shaking from nerves but managed to glance up at him. His eyes were hooded as he stared down at me, face flushed. He was biting his lip in anticipation.

So, I wrapped my tongue around his shaft, letting my top lip brush against his tip as my tongue coiled all the way to the base. A drop beaded against my lips and dissolved into my mouth. It was a strong flavour, salty, not entirely pleasant but thrilling. I wanted more, my tenseness loosening as I focused on him. I went by instinct, but it seemed to be working from the breathy sounds he was making.

My tongue massaged his length, pulsing pressure up and down his cock. I was getting hotter, and my legs felt weak as the pleasure in my loins built. His grip on my hair tightened, responding to the way my glossa muscle wrapped around him—curling, stroking. He kept me there as I pulled my tongue back to lick the V of my split against him. I teased his balls, letting my teeth brush against his tip just slightly.

Then he was steering me forward, so I slipped my lips around his cock. The back of my soft, swollen tongue yielded to his intrusion, enveloping his dick as he slid inside. Though the length of my tongue needed to remain out while he was in, I couldn’t help but direct it lower, under his balls, towards his tight hole. My hand slid to my own erection, needing some attention. The moans he made spurred me on, and I took him deeper. I tried to take a breath and relax, as I could feel him at the back of my mouth, using the space where my tongue usually was. I circled my tongue around his rim, making it wet and pressing against the entrance. I was so close to coming, Istopped stroking and just held my hand firmly against my dick in an attempt to delay the inevitable.

One of his hands tangled in my hair again before grabbing on to my horn, sending another shiver of pleasure through me.

“You can do it, pet. Deeper,” he said, voice hoarse.

Fuck, I wanted to please him so badly. I wasn’t sure if he meant to take his cock or penetrate him more, but I could do both. He pulled my head closer. I took him as he forced himself deeper, my eyes watering as muscles I hadn’t even known existed stretched to accommodate his length. I couldn’t breathe, but being used like that by him was divine. I struggled, pressing my tongue further and slipping inside his asshole, stretching him out.

I could feel the tightening that told me he was close and braced myself to take his load, but it didn’t come. Instead, he stopped and pulled out, tilting my head up again. I slid my tongue out, gazing up at him.

“You didsucha good job,” he purred, breathing heavily as he held my gaze. Heat rushed to my face at the praise. I slid my tongue back in enough that I could talk.

“Thank you,” I whispered.

“We’re not done yet.”

He reached down and brought me up to stand against him, pressing his body against my cock and providing the touch I was longing for. The fire in me burned, raging, demanding Itake.

My arm wound around him, pulling him closer as I grabbed his hips. He stood on his tiptoes, grinding against my erection. I still couldn’t believe he wanted this, wanted me. It flooded me with desire, threatening to shred every ounce of control I had, but I clung on. I wanted to be present for him. To attend to his desires. A simple spell coated us with slick, aiding our movements.

“I can see it in your eyes,” he said, lifting his arm up and brushing his hand against my cheek. “Your need. You’re desperate for me, aren’t you, slut?”

“F-fuck, yes,” I said, proud I even managed to make it sound breathy. I might have sheathed my tongue again, but it would be swollen for a while.

His nail cut into my cheek as his head turned up to me. The pain of the small cut stoked another wave of lust, mixing with Mirilith’s anger inside me, screaming at me to take him. He kissed me again, on my top lip, then took the tips of my tongue into his mouth, drawing it out again and sucking on them. I slid it forwards, letting it fill his mouth as he held me closer. My hands roamed down his back, cupping his supple ass. He groaned as I slipped my finger down, working more slick around his tight hole. I tensed, and my stomach dropped as he pulled back. He was panting as he looked up at me, but there was nothing but lust in his gaze.

His hand slid down to my cock, wrapping around it as he spoke. “I want to feel your massive demon cock inside of me,” he said, pulling me closer. “I want you to lose that control and fuck me like an animal.”

I paused, hesitating, clinging to my last strenuous threads of control. I’d never indulged that urge before. Sylphia had been in control, yes, but that mainly looked like me staying still while she worked around me. Which wasn’t the worst, but also very much wasn’t this. The idea of having permission to take him was intoxicating, but he was so much more delicate than me. I had only ever let go when killing something. What if I hurt him?

“Kaine. I—”

He grabbed my face, leaning in close. “Didn’t you hear me?” he said. “Don’tmake me ask again.”

His demand, his anger, was the last thing I needed in order to let go. I freed my face with a snarl, instinct taking over. I caught a flash of satisfaction as I tugged him into a better position, pulling his hips so his entrance was against my dick. I was tense, anticipating the safe word and having to back off, but that didn’t happen. His moan as I pressed against his tight asshole sent a shiver of delight through me, and I moved my hand down, preparing him with my thumb. I could feel his thigh trembling as I slipped inside, stretching him out. His hand reached back, gripping my leg and pulling me closer. I slipped another finger in, trembling, and he let out a sound of pleasure, making my dick throb. I rubbed my tip against him. Again, I paused, in case he wanted me to go slower, but he pushed towards me again. I pressed my tip against his rim, waiting for the yield before I slipped inside. My cock pulsed; it had been so long since it had felt anything like this and was eager for more. I tried to ease in slowly, as he stretched to accommodate my girth, but he sped up the pace. Fuck, he felt better than anything I had imagined, and a storm of ecstasy built within me, getting more intense with every movement inside his tight hole.

The sound of my hips slapping against his bare skin was driving me crazy. My hulking form was bent over his. He was panting beneath me, and I freed my tongue again, daring to let the split end hang out in the air. I dug my hands into his hips, taking in the feel of his firm muscles straining under my touch.

I looked down at him, amazed by his smooth skin, his angelic curls, the set of his shoulders. Every part of him was stunning. His slender frame felt surprisingly strong, despite our size difference. I was gasping, my breaths coming out in groans as I felt myself come closer and started thrusting into him at a gruelling pace. I didn’t have to think, didn’t have to slow or stop, just lost myself inside his body. He moaned, his voice going up an octave, and the sound tipped me overthe edge. My fingers dug into his skin as the orgasm took me, drawing his name to my lips in a hiss. I could do nothing but hold on as the intense wave of pleasure seared through my body, holding me in a stunning moment of ecstasy.

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