Page 9 of Knotted
Chapter
Nine
My skin felt too tight, and fire banked inside my pussy. I needed an orgasm, and I needed it now.
The demon was somewhere in the house out there and the flimsy knob lock wouldn’t keep him out if he really wanted in. But I really needed to come.
I kicked the blankets off the bed and tore my clothing from my body. Fuck the foreplay, I thought, as I dropped a hand between my legs to firmly circle around my clit. I tried to picture the dream that woke me so hot and horny, but I couldn’t remember the details. I remembered the feeling of being full and stretched. Now I ached with how empty I felt.
I circled my clit in quickening movements. Panting, I fought to maintain my breathing as pleasure wound through me. My cream leaked from my pussy as I drew closer and closer to orgasm.
The door flew open, banging into the wall and causing me to jump. Asmodeus stood in the doorway. His breath burst from him like a bellows, as his eyes took me in. I’dnearly jumped out of my skin when the door opened and was now laying splayed against the bed. His nostrils flared as I dropped my hands over my pussy to cover myself.
“Get out!” I yelled at him, stomach clenching as the orgasm I’d been so close to dissipated. The blanket was on the floor, but the sheet was within range. I reached for it only for Asmodeus to launch himself forward to snag the fabric before I could. He flung it across the room and I shouted at him.
“Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me right now?” His voice was gravel, growling through my whole body. He grabbed my ankle and tugged me toward him. I yelped and reached for the pillow to cover myself. He snatched it away too.
“Do you have any idea what the smell of you is doing to me?” He dropped to his haunches and leaned forward, taking the scent of me in.
I flushed hot, both embarrassed for being so exposed and turned on by his intensity and touch. He adjusted his grip, pulling me to the edge of the bed.
“I can feel your pleasure, and it is shuddering through me like my own. I need to taste you.” He drew my other leg toward him, opening me. My hands still covered my cunt, but my resolve was wavering as the heat of his breath blew over my throbbing flesh.
“Tell me, no.” He said, as he licked a path up my knee to mid-thigh. His paws came to rest on my knees, opening my legs wide to fit him. I should have fought him. I didn’t want him or what he had to offer. Hadn’t I sworn he wouldn’t get my body? But as he licked another stripe up my leg, I wanted to give into him.
“Tell me to stop. Tell me to leave and I will.” Another slow, hot lick up my inner thigh. “Otherwise I’m going toeat this pretty, dripping pussy until you can’t feel your legs. Then I’m going to make you come one more time just for my pleasure.”
Everything froze. I stopped struggling against him. He crouched there between my splayed legs with claws wrapped around my thick thighs. His eyes were hot on me, fire burning in the darkness. But he didn’t move, waiting for my answer.
This was where I was supposed to tell him to leave. He’d given me the power to stop everything, and I knew I should. But this was the first time in over a year someone had set me aflame. This was the first time in so long I wasn’t the only one invested in my pleasure. Sure, he was the enemy and would take my life in a few short weeks, but why shouldn’t I have this? Wasn’t it more reason to allow myself to take what I wanted?
Hadn’t I wondered since I was too young to admit what it would be like to have a werewolf eat me out? The demon had said he’d taken the form I’d chosen. Didn’t that mean he wanted to give me this? That I wanted this all along?
I tangled a hand in his fur behind his pointed ear and tugged. “Shut the fuck up and do it already.”
His growl shook the windows before he pressed a hand to my chest and forced me back. He pulled my legs impossibly wide and did as he was told.
The first swipe of his tongue from opening to clit was unexpected. His tongue was impossibly warm and firm. It didn’t move slick against my soaked flesh like a human tongue might. Instead, it tugged the sensitive flesh, pulling against it, sending spikes of pleasure through me.
Before I could think of the sensation, he was doing it again. And again. Long, firm, licks over and over.His tongue was more like a dog’s. Long, firm, and just a little rough as it lapped at my cunt like a starving man.
It might have reminded me of the first time I’d had a guy go down on me. Neither of us had a clue what we were doing. It was pretty much the same move as Asmodues was doing.
But As’ tongue was so long and thick it was almost like a burning, wet, textured dick was being rubbed between my folds. Which sounded terrible, but gods it felt anything but.
Heat built in me when he scraped his teeth over me before plunging his tongue into my hole. It wriggled its way in, forcing past the tension of unused muscles to move perfectly over some magical place that had me moaning out and seeing stars.
His answering growl had me arching off the bed and sinking my hand into his fur again. My legs were shaking where they pressed against Asmodeus’ grip. Pleasure was so intense, my body didn’t know what it wanted. My hips dipped away from him and fought his grip even while my hand in his fur pulled him closer, deeper.
My free hand moved to grasp my boob as his tongue plunged in and out of me, moving in waves inside of me and driving me insane. I tweaked my nipple and gasped. His eyes flicked to mine. Held.
He pulled out of me and before I even processed that, his tongue was flicking against my clit. The wide muscle wrapped around the whole thing and pulsed.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god.” I panted. Pulling desperately on his hair while roughly twisting my nipple.
“There’s no god here. There’s only you and me.” He bent back to work for a couple rough strokes of his tongue.
“If you’re going to chant anyone’s name while I’m inside you, it’ll be mine.”
