Page 52 of Prince of Demons
A faint flush spread across her cheeks. “Thank you.”
He cocked a grin. “Really? You happily ride my face like a little slut, but being told you’re beautiful is what makes you blush?”
Her face turned raspberry pink, and she made to pull away, severing the blissful connection between her fingers and his cock. He quickly wrapped his hand around hers, returning her grip where it belonged, and bent down to nuzzle at her ear.
“Don’t. I like it when you let go. Your hands on my horns when you’re horny for a come is the best fucking feeling in the world. Never be embarrassed for taking what you need. Or for knowing how absolutely, devastatingly gorgeous you are.” He nipped at her earlobe, delighting in her responding shudder.
“I’ve never been called beautiful before,” she said, pulling back to dart her gaze up to his. As if searching his eyes for any trace of dishonesty. He knew she found nothing but burning truth there. Her blush spread down her chest, and her nipples tightened in instinctive response to his blatant desire.
“Then the humans you’ve been around are blind and stupid. I could look at you for hours and never grow bored. Learn every freckle. Every curve.” He slid his hand up and cupped a breast, thumb brushing over the hard nipple peaking it.
Her blunt teeth dug into her bottom lip at his caress, a soft little exhale making his cock throb in her grasp. The movement drew her attention back down to it. When she gave it a squeeze, he was the one to gasp.
“You have no idea how good that feels,” he rasped. “I would trade every ounce of my power right now, if it meant I could be inside you.”
A small smile curved her mouth, his needy declaration apparently as amusing as it was flattering. “Well… maybe we can do something that feels almost as good.” And then, the little vixen bent down and put her mouth on the smooth head of his cock, tongue teasing over the opening.
“Sh-it!" Lightning fired through every nerve ending in his pelvis, momentarily weakening his leg muscles enough to send him backwards. He caught his weight on his hands and let out a shuddering breath as Georgia shot him a shit-eating grin before giving the sensitive opening a full, deep lick.
“Fucking stars, you little—!” His snarl sounded like a threat, claws shredding his bedding as he clenched his fists in his sheets. It was anything but. His cock throbbed for every teasing swipe of her tongue, the warm, wet sensation of her mouth driving him mad with need for more. And yet, he stayed perfectly still, every muscle in his body tight with restraint to ensure he didn’t do anything that would make her stop the exquisite torture.
She grew bolder. Her other hand joined the first, wrapping more firmly around his shaft as her tongue darted down to tease at the cartilage ridges riding the circumference of his corona. His gaze was locked on her face, taking in every flutter of her eyelashes as his taste washed over her senses, and when she fit as much of his head in her mouth as she could and sucked, a crooning sound he hadn’t known he could produce escaped his throat.
“That’s it. Fuck, that feels…!” He clenched his fists harder around the already ruined sheets, head dropping back as his world narrowed in to nothing but the deep, pulsing pleasure building at the base of his pelvis. Soft, wet sounds filled the bedroom and mixed with his panting breath. Her mouth didn’t open nearly wide enough to take him in, but the burning frustration at not being inside her tight heat only heightened the waves of arousal coursing through his body.
When she began simultaneously massaging his length with both hands, he lost what little restraint he’d had left.
“Georgia… Georgia…!” Her name spilled from his tongue like a prayer, his entire focus on the wave of pleasure building, building… “Oh, stars!” Release.
His entire body gave in to her, his climax thundering through him so powerfully, he only just managed to push her mouth off his cock before his dark magic flooded out of him on jets of semen.
Mind spinning, he pulled her into his arms to brush kisses to her mouth, her jaw, her ear, making her giggle as his panting breath tickled her skin. Finally, as the euphoria settled down to deep satisfaction, he pressed his forehead to hers and simply enjoyed the feeling of her.
“You fit so perfectly in my arms.” The words were out of his throat before they’d even registered in his brain. Only when her pretty face broke into a surprised smile did he realize what he’d said. The implication of it.
Fuck.
“So all males really do become putty from a blowjob, huh? Even big, scary demon princes,” she teased.
“Something like that,” he rumbled, pulling back just enough to peer down at her. She looked… happy. Playful, even. Completely at ease in his embrace in this one, perfect moment.
He needed to end it. Now. Before this soft, intimate feeling took root and he entirely forgot that she would never be his. Couldn’t be.
But, fuck, she really did fit perfectly in his arms.
Soft fingers trailed up his chest, pulling an involuntary purr from him and ruining any ability he might have had to release her from his embrace.
Georgia chuckled, low and soft. “I like that sound. It’s cute.” She looked up at him, curiosity in her eyes as they darted over his face and up to his horns. “What does your human disguise look like? Do you really look… like a normal man? I can’t picture it. You’re so… huge. And… demon-y.”
A wry smile pulled on his lips at her description of him as ‘huge’ and ‘demon-y’. “I do. A little… big, though, even as a man. It’s difficult to fit my body into human proportions. Sometimes more sensitive people get a little uneasy around me, but I mostly pass. When I brand you, you’ll see for yourself.”
“Ah, yes. The branding-thing.” She bit her lip, and fuck, why did she look absolutely irresistible doing it? “Um, you said it needed to happen when I was… coming, right? So how come you didn’t do it just now…?”
“I was a little busy enjoying the taste of your pussy and making sure I didn’t take too much of your life force,” he said, the memory of having his face between her thighs waking his cock with a twitch of interest.
“Ah. That makes sense. I appreciate you waiting and not accidentally murdering me.” Her tone was dry, but a delicious blush colored her cheeks rosy, betraying a lingering shyness, despite her growing trust in him.
“But now that I’ve eaten…” His hands slid down to her ass, grabbing it firmly and pulling her pelvis tighter to his. Her still-wet labia split for his cock. He rocked her forward, dragging his hard flesh through her slit to catch on her ringed clit. She gasped and jerked, but he held firm, grinding her down harder. “What do you say, little Breeder? Want another come?”
