Page 25 of Prince of Demons
Some faraway part of him knew he should deny her—that he should find the will to resist her spell spoken in pleading tones—but he didn’t have the strength. Perhaps if he’d been at full power, if his vision wasn’t dancing from the need to refuel, and her sweet scent didn’t linger on his tongue, he would have stood a chance.
Hazy images of butter glistening on her lips and her throat bobbing around morsels of food flickered for his mind’s eye. He reached for her without thought, wrapping one hand around her jaw and cheek in blind search of the feel of her.
Her breath stuttered in her throat, but she didn’t flinch away. Simply looked up at him with blue eyes more full of wariness than outright fear now. He didn’t have the brainpower left to ponder the change, not this time. He needed her energy. Now.
Her body yielded for his, allowing him to guide her to her back. There was no resistance in her thighs when he pushed them apart this time, only a tremble in her muscles as he slid to the floor at the end of the bed and used his thumbs to expose her ringed clit once more.
Her scent enveloped him as fully as before, sweeping away whatever lingering hesitance might have remained in his swiftly fogging mind.
Fuck, she smelled like… Woman, and sex, and life.
He groaned and leaned in, sucking her clit between his lips on instinct alone.
Georgia hissed at the contact, her thighs clamping around his head in instinctive protest.
Too sensitive. He eased off, kissing the soft skin around the center of her nerves instead, until her thighs slowly relaxed again. The hood of her clit had been pushed back with the fastening of the ring, leaving her pearl permanently exposed. He’d never given much thought to how a Breeding ring affected a woman when it wasn’t activated, but the sound of Georgia’s shallow breaths and the tremble in her muscles at his proximity to her unprotected nub made a thread of regret worm through his chest. Even without twisting the wicked device and inflicting its dark magic on her, her pleasure would always be forced to some degree.
Kesh ghosted his bottom lip over the tip of her clit, gentler than he’d ever touched a woman there before. She still jumped at the contact, but he didn’t stop this time. Slowly, he moved his mouth against her tender spot, breathing in her blissful scent and ghosting his warm breath over her riled nerve endings before finding it with his tongue.
“Shi-it!” Her squeal was quickly accompanied by slim fingers weaving through his hair and then yanking on the strands with surprising force.
He didn’t let her pull him off, but obliged her enough to shift his attention to the pink flesh around and below, lapping at her folds until her grip eased. Then he returned his focus to her clit, licking it twice before he took mercy on her once again to rub his nose at her labia.
Her scent grew stronger, and when he flicked his tongue down to that hallowed entrance to taste her again, her intoxicating essence flowed over his tastebuds much more freely than before.
Fuck, why did she taste like this?
Need crackled through his veins like lightning, blinding him. When he returned to her clit, it was with far more ferociousness.
“Shit! Shit! Shit!” Her high-pitched chanting sounded like it came through water, and the burn in the roots of his hair only fueled his urge for more. He lashed her little nub until she begged him to stop, please stop, then closed his lips around it and sucked it while she sobbed and writhed and squeezed her thighs around his neck. But her frantic bucking was rhythmic and her scent bloomed all around him, speaking another truth entirely.
When her pleas for mercy faded to throaty moans, he released her no-longer straining thighs and reached for his cock to alleviate some of the throbbing pressure. The squeeze of muscles around his aching length made him groan.
“Don’t stop!” There was nothing meek about the Breeder’s shriek, and he let out a surprised snort—which was quickly cut off when Georgia wound her legs around his neck and grabbed onto his horns with more strength than she should reasonably have had left, yanking his face back into her pussy. “Fuck, come on, come on! I’m so close!”
Any amusement he had at the sudden change in her demeanor died in the roaring fire scorching his veins and incinerating any coherent thought. Snarling like a beast, he closed his mouth on her clit and sucked it in hard, deep pulls.
“Yes! Holy shit, yes!” The Breeder’s cries sang through his burning blood as she ground herself against his face, clutching at his horns for dear life until finally?—
“Yes!”
Kesh felt her release like a thunderclap shattering through his bones and deep into his pelvis. Wetness gushed from her entrance, but he kept sucking her clit until her fingers slackened around his horns and her moans turned to whimpers of overstimulation. Only then did he move his mouth to her trembling opening to drink her.
He didn’t need to suck her there—her energy came willingly, flowing smoothly over his tongue, mixed with the tangy flavor of her pleasure.
Stars, she tasted so fucking good. Rich. Strong.
Entirely addictive.
He drank deep, lost to the rush of her energy filling him from within until he could barely contain it. Yet still, he drank, groaning with greed and eternally desperate for more. For everything she had to give.
Too soon, the rhythmic pulse of her life force slowed.
Kesh moaned a protest, somehow managing to rein in the last vestiges of his willpower until he found the strength to pull away.
His entire being thrummed with power, and he had to brace against the edge of the bed for a few moments until his head stopped spinning from the overload. Blackened stars, how could one single pussy give so much?
He looked up at the Breeder and found her still sprawled on the bed. Entirely motionless.
