Page 13 of Knotted
And I wanted it inside me.
I shifted, trying to line my aching hole up to him, but he lifted me up so I was straddling his torso.
“Oh no, my love. I told you, I’m not fucking you until you’re mine.” He shifted his grip and hauled me further up his body. “Don’t worry, I’ll give you what you need.”
I screamed as he lifted me to straddle his face. I had tobend over and grasp his horns to prevent myself from hitting my head on the ceiling or falling off.
Before I was perfectly settled, his mouth was there.
His tongue was a hot brand against my innermost flesh. It was different than when he’d done this as a werewolf, but still more than any human man had ever done. He went deeper, his tongue wider. It spread me enough to have me clenching against him. I slammed one hand against the ceiling, gripping his black ram-like horns with the other hand and held on for dear life as he ate me like a starving man having his last meal.
The position was far from comfortable, but after a few moments I stopped worrying about falling from seven feet in the air and gave myself over to the feeling. This was a position I didn’t believe was possible and definitely never expected to find myself in at nearly two-hundred and thirty pounds. But there I was, riding his face with firm hands locking me in place.
I gripped the base of his horns, and he groaned into me. The sensation was enough to have me gushing on his face. I took it to mean his horns were sensitive and gripped harder, stroking one of them while I used the other to hold myself up.
As licked, and fucked, and sucked me until I was squirming. All the while, I kept up my erratic strokes of his horns. They were jet black and bone smooth until the bottom where they connected to his head, where it seemed to be the most sensitive. There it was rough, hard, and bumpy. I gently circled it with my finger, which made him buck. I stopped, afraid he would drop me.
I tucked the information away for later. Not that I wanted there to be a later, but the effect he had on me was like nothing I’d ever experienced before. When he touchedme, I couldn’t say no. I didn’t want to. He made me feel wanted in a way I’d never experienced before.
It was heady and all-consuming. And when he sucked my clit into his mouth, hard and deep, I exploded. I’d always assumed the term “Seeing fireworks” was bullshit, but there was a whole galaxy bursting behind my eyes.
As worked me through my orgasm, gently pressing on until I slumped over his head. I had to be suffocating him, but I was too spent to move. After a moment, he helped me lower down to the floor. But he didn’t release me. Instead, he held me tight against him. For a moment, I let myself feel treasured, wanted, valued.
“You are so beautiful.” He muttered into my hair, rubbing a hand gently up and down my back.
For a moment, I let myself believe it.
Chapter
Eleven
“Will you let me feed you?” Asmodeus asked me as he led me, mostly-naked, into the dining room. My leggings were a lost cause. As had decided my shirt was in the way and had fought it off me while I was taking my destroyed leggings off. The room was empty, his slutty secretary nowhere in sight.
“Why do you keep wanting to feed me? Is this some Hades/Persephone shit where it will bind me to you for eternity?” I didn’t mention the fact he already owned my soul.
“No, it’s because you’re hungry and I don’t like it. You don’t eat enough.” I scoffed, looking down at my round belly and thick thighs.
I didn’t hate the way I looked, not really. I resented the extra weight I put on while stressing about this damn demon deal. And there I was, naked, about to have lunch with the same demon determined to steal my soul and claim me as his.
“You are a queen. I will happily worship you like one.”He bent down and nipped at my neck, sharp fangs pressing against my skin. “But you need fuel or you’ll pass out and what good would that do either of us?”
He had a point. I’d eaten a pathetically small amount since he’d arrived and after all of our acrobatics, I was drained and dehydrated. So I allowed him to lead me into the kitchen and prop me on a counter with a glass of water while he made grilled cheese and ham sandwiches.
He was stunning in his demon form. He was the typical red devil without the cloven hooves. I wondered if Lucifer had them and then decided it was probably best not to ask. His skin was deep red, his horns and the tip of his flared tail were as black as his eyes. When he flashed me a grin, I could see the pointed edges to all of his teeth. Not just fangs.
Asmodeus was also built like a wet dream. Eight clearly defined abs, tall and muscular but not body builder bulky. I kind of wanted to take a bite out of his ass.
The thing I couldn’t help but notice, as he moved around completely naked and clearly comfortable in the state, was the fact his dick remained the same as it had looked in his wolf form. Maybe not quite as big, but still the angry dark red with the odd flair around half the head.
“Is that your real cock?” I couldn’t help but ask. And then slapped a hand over my mouth because what the hell type of question was that?
Thankfully, As laughed at my insane question instead of getting offended. “I’m a shapeshifter. My cock can take many forms but you seemed to like this one.” He reached down and gave his flaccid peen a stroke, bringing it partially to attention. “But yes, the general appearance is what I’d call my own.”
I watched as he circled the head with his thumb, pushing the flared edge back. A drop of pre-cum appeared, and he swiped it up with his thumb before bringing it to my mouth. I let him slide past my lips before licking the pad of his thumb. He shifted his hand to cup my face while his thumb remained in my mouth.
“Such a good little slut.” I wasn’t into degradation or being called names. If anything, I would have said I had a praise kink. But there was reverence in the way he said it made my whole body react.
He pulled back and returned to the stove, leaving me to wonder at my response to him. A part of me hated everything he stood for, for taking away my freedom and my choices. But when he touched me, and sometimes with the way he looked at me, it was like everything in me came alive in a way it had never been before. It was the thing missing from every relationship I’d been in and it was fundamentally unfair a demon gave it to me.
