Page 71 of Prince of Demons
A snarl ripped from his throat at the sight of her abuse, but it sounded like it came through water—from another plane of existence, where he was capable of rage. Here, now—all he knew was that hot, aching need to sate his female’s torment.
Drawn in by the need to soothe, he bent down, buried his face in her wet pussy, and carefully sucked her clit in between his lips.
Georgia yipped, her entire body shuddering in response. More liquid rushed from her core, the scent filling his nostrils.
Stars above. His entire being was already laser-focused on her desperate need, but the flood of her pheromones directly into his nose short-circuited his brain entirely. Groaning, he sucked her clit as gently as he could while she whined and rode his face, entirely focused on the dark magic’s demand for orgasm, despite how painful the stimulation had to be.
When she finally came, it was with a cry and another gush of liquid that coated his face and made stars dance for his eyes.
“Kesh… Kesh, please...” Still panting from her release, she looked at him over her shoulder as he straightened back up, and the naked plea in her eyes clenched his heart as much as it made his dick throb. “I need you inside.”
“I need to be inside you, too, love,” he rumbled, wiping her liquids off his face before grabbing her hips. Her flesh felt perfect in his hands, as if she were made to fit in his grip.
Georgia keened as if in agreement, and arched her back, thrusting that perfect, swollen pussy up in renewed invitation.
“Shit, you’re so tight,” he groaned, spreading her entrance with his thumbs, testing its give. Even if he’d been capable of going slow with the scent of her heat melting his brain, this would still be painful for her.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he rasped, gaze trained on that glistening opening spreading with the pull of his thumbs. “Fuck, Georgia, you need to be trained for this, learn to open…”
“I don’t care! Just fucking… fuck me! Right fucking now!”
He let out a surprised grunt at her furious snarl. Gone was the meek, subservient Breeder pleading for relief, replaced in the blink of an eye with a wild female with fire in her eyes and blunt teeth bared in threat.
Snarling, she tried to spin around, fingers curled as if they were claws, undoubtedly to rip at him. He kept his grip on her hips and yanked hard, sending her face first back into the mattress.
“You want it to hurt?” he snarled. “Let me prepare you?—”
Dull pain from where her foot impacted with his knee cut him off.
“I don’t need preparation! Are you fucking slow? I need your dick! Inside me! Right fucking now! I don’t care if it hurts, I don’t care if it splits me in two! Fuck. Me!” She tried to kick him again, and when he released her hips to grab her ankles, she thrashed like a wild animal, spitting and snarling in her efforts to turn around and rip him to shreds.
He’d never been so turned on in his entire, miserable existence.
Snarling, Kesh threw himself down on top of her, pinning her to the mattress with his weight. “Lie still! You want to be fucked? I’ll fuck you until you plead for me to stop. Is that what you want? Is that what you need?”
“Yes! Yes, fuck, that’s what I need!” Her soft, sweat-slickened body pressed up against him, warm and perfect and desperately trying to angle her ass to capture his cock between her straining thighs. “Kesh, I need you to make it hurt! I need you to fuck me until it stops!” Her efforts finally paid off, and she managed to trap his dick at the apex of her thighs. She let out a high-pitched keening and pressed back hard.
“Fuck!” Kesh grabbed her by the hips, stilling her attempt at splitting herself open on his cock, even though all he wanted to do was to follow through. His entire being pulsed in rhythm with that wet little opening pressing against the head of his cock, eagerly trying to swallow the tip, and it took everything he had—every memory of her vulnerable and frightened cowering on the floor for him to not give in and penetrate her with reckless abandon.
It wasn’t helped by her whining, pleading sobs for him to ‘just do it!’
“Shh. Breathe, love. A nice, deep one for me,” he rumbled, stroking her bucking hips with his thumbs while ensuring she couldn’t push back further.
Georgia obeyed shakily, compelled by the rough dominance in his voice. Once she exhaled, Kesh pushed forward, pressing his thick cock head to her trembling opening.
“Ah!” Despite the twang of pain in her voice, the horny little Breeder arched her back in an effort to help him in, pushing back against his force.
“Calm down, relax your pelvis. That’s it, good girl.” Her opening softened against him, her muscles relaxing just enough to let him press his head in to the rim, his ridges catching against her taut sheath.
“Ah, shit!” Her voice pitched to a whine, her body stiffening underneath him as the physical reality of submitting to a demon lord set in.
“You’re okay. I’ve got you, love. Just breathe.” Kesh drew in a deep, steadying breath too, forcing his mind from the first kiss of her wet inners to the tightness of her opening; the care he had to exert to enter her without damage. Georgia had yet to birth a child, and he hadn’t had the chance to prepare her the way she would have been prepared, had this been her mating night.
“There’s gonna be more pressure now, and then you’ll feel my ridges. It’ll hurt at first, but I promise, I won’t go deeper until you’re ready. Okay?”
Another whine, this time pleading. If she hadn’t had her ring twisted, he may have been fooled into thinking she was begging for mercy, but the way she kept her ass pressed back against him showed the truth. She was pleading for him to just do it already.
“I know. But I’m not gonna rip you apart no matter how much you beg, so just breathe. Relax your pelvic floor. That’s it, good girl… fuck! Breathe…” Anchoring himself with his grip on her hips, Kesh slowly pushed inward, timing the movement with her deep exhale. At the end of her breath, he eased off, only to increase the pressure when she exhaled again.
