Page 38 of The Fallen
“Please, Ben,” I whimper. He’s going so slow that it feels like he’s not even moving and I thrust my hips up to try and get more friction.
Instead, the bastard lets me go.
I mewl, arching up to chase his touch and all he does is laugh. Growling, I grind my ass against him, trying to get as much of him inside of me as I can. If he wants to stick his balls in me as well, I’m down for it at this point. I shiver at the thought of him stuffing his sac inside and fucking me like that.
He wraps his arms around me, pinning my hands to my own chest. He thrusts upward, slamming against my ass in a brutal rhythm that forces grunts from my mouth with each impact.
Pleasure builds, coiling low in my stomach and drawing my balls tight. With each slap of our skin, his cockhead glides across my prostate and my dick spurts out another stream of pre-cum.
What tips me over the edge is when he sets his teeth into my neck, sucking the skin until the pain shoots straight to my dick. With a shout the orgasm hits me, thick ribbons of cum spurting onto my stomach as Ben continues to pound into me. I buck when his hand wraps around my kicking dick, milking me through the orgasm.
With a low groan, he slams into me as far as he can and goes still, his dick pulsing as he fills me with his cum. We lay like that, breathing heavily, my arms leaden and loose.
The silence is peaceful.
Eventually, Ben slips out of me and I shudder, my hole clenching at the empty air.
“Let me clean you up,” Ben says softly and I have enough strength to slide off him so he can get up. He disappears into the hallway, the bedroom door open enough for me to see the light flare to life in the bathroom.
“Despite the fact that I wasn’t invited, I quite enjoyed the show,” a deep voice purrs. My eyes fly open and I jerk my headup to find Asenath crouching between my legs, the evidence of his enjoyment dripping down his chest.
Holy shit. Fuck. I completely forgot about the demon and I just had sex in front of him. Glancing at the door I scramble to get off the bed. I get maybe an inch before Asenath’s hand lands on my hip, his other hand dipping between my legs to rub one long finger against my loose hole.
With a Cheshire cat grin, he sinks his finger inside of me. I arch off the mattress, my mouth falling open as he twists his finger around before pulling it out. Cum coats his finger and he inspects it before popping the digit into his mouth, his eyes closing as he savors the flavor.
My dick kicks against my stomach at the sight. I should not be turned on by this. I should be feeling violated, not aroused! But when those crimson eyes open, lust blowing the demon’s pupils wide, I can’t seem to be upset.
Not even when he leans over me and licks a line up my stomach, his tongue collecting as much of my release as he can before he swallows it. I stare at him as he makes his way down my body. He stops above my groin, his lips hovering over my spent dick, when he glances up at me.
“Can you feel it?” Asenath asks before running the flat of his tongue up my shaft. I grunt, fisting the blanket beneath me.
“Feel what? Not that freakishly long tongue of yours, or anything,” I hiss. I should make him stop. Ben and I just had sex, for fuck’s sake. I should be lying here in postorgasmic bliss, not allowing a demon to give me head.
The demon in question chuckles, his crimson eyes practically dancing in amusement. With a grin, he flicks the tip of his tongue against that nub of nerves right below my cockhead. My eyelids flutter and I can’t stop the moan that punches out of my chest as my head falls back to the bed. My dick is already filling, despite the fact that my cum isn’t even dry on my stomach.
What the hell is taking Ben so long? Do I even want him to walk in on this? We just had mind-blowing sex and here I am arching off the bed with my legs spread and a demon sucking me down his throat.
Because that’s exactly what he does, filling his warm mouth with my slowly thickening cock. He bobs his head, his tongue stroking my shaft before slipping out of his mouth to lave my balls.
“Don’t lie. I know you can feel it. That burning sensation in your chest. The need to touch me even while being filled by another.” The demon purrs, literally purrs like a cat. The sensation sending shock waves of pleasure down my dick.
“Awfully good enunciation you have, with my dick in your mouth. Sounds like you’re not doing a good enough job.”
He pops off my dick with a chuckle.
I hiss as his fangs nip the underside of my dick before he prowls up my body.
“The binding needs to be completed. The longer it takes, the more extreme the consequences.”
I blink up at him, my lust receding at his words. Even my dick flags a bit, despite Asenath’s abs brushing against it almost teasingly.
All the warnings from my professors echo through my mind, but the loudest of them all is the one about demons hating being bound. But this demon lord is practically begging for it.
“You know, I’m starting to question your diabolic demon powers if you’re wanting this to happen. What gives? Nether world of flames and torture getting too cheerful?”
Yeah, I’m running my mouth. But it’s better than giving into him and letting him split me open with his very large appendage. Plus, maybe Ben will hurry his ass up and get back here.
Asenath tilts his head in confusion and I fight back a shiver as his tail flicks up and down my legs before curling teasinglyaround my ankle. What? My ankles are an erogenous zone for me.
