Page 24 of Mischief Maker
Kireth laughs at my wriggling. “Just like I thought. It won’t take much.” It seems he’s had his fill of my clit, so he moves his fingers downward toward that starving place beneath it.
But then I feel something wet and hot on me, and I cry out when I realize an immortal demon is licking me between the legs.
My thighs squeeze together at the sudden spark of glory that shoots up through my body.
“Relax, lovely,” he says, dropping his mouth again to that beautiful, incredible, wonderful spot. I try not to trap his head this time as that bountiful delight ripples through me, over and over as his tongue dances with my body the way it played with my tongue.
I understand much more now.
While he lazily laps at me, each pass making me writhe and moan, I feel Kireth shifting. Soon a finger prods at my opening, spreading around all the liquid gathered there. Then he presses it inside me.
Instinctually I draw back at the pressure, but he’s insistent, holding my hips in place with one hand while he explores me with the other.
“It will feel good,” he promises, nudging at me again. That spasming has returned, and I’m opening and closing while he continues licking me, harder and faster. After applying more pressure, the finger slips inside me, and oh, it feels like sunshine and warm breezes when it fills me up. My hips buck against his mouth, and Kireth chuckles.
“It will be so good making you come for me,” he says, half to me and half to himself.
I don’t know what he means, but now a pressure is growing right where his finger has begun thrusting inside me, where his tongue is tantalizing me endlessly. That blinding light swells and takes over my vision, and the nearly painful pressure suddenly releases, blowing me over with the force of it.
And is it joyous. I cry out as my god continues to shove that finger so marvelously into me, his tongue working at a feverish pace. In seconds, another sharp burst hits me, and I feel myself suddenly leaking.
Kireth groans, and his mouth sucks up everything.
“There we are,” he murmurs, sitting upright. His eyes are hooded and full of a burning lust, so plain on his face that I would blush if I weren’t already panting and hot. His cock is curved upward, the bright gray head underneath oozing some kind of white liquid.
I know exactly where I want that to go. But I reach out to it first, and Kireth’s eyes widen.
“Oh?” He takes his cock in his hand and sits up so I can reach him better. “What do you think of it?”
“I want to know what it feels like.”
He grins and urges me on.
My touch is hesitant at first, but when Kireth sucks in a sharp breath and tilts his head back, I grow more adventurous. I want to feel the full heft of it, the promise of it, to try to understand how this great big swollen thing will fit inside me. As I run my hand up and down, the skin over his cock’s soft head moves, revealing even more light flesh. I lean down, and, as he did for me, brush my tongue over just the slit at the tip.
Kireth moans, and his hand finds my hair. “You must be kidding,” he whispers to himself. “Faela, you are a goddess in your own right.”
I continue exploring with my tongue, circling the head, watching his reactions. He tastes like the river with just a touch of salt. When I slip his cock between my lips, he groans and leans back on the bed. It is a marvel that I can do to him what he did for me as I swallow him up and then draw him back out again.
Abruptly, Kireth puts his hands on my shoulders and tugs me away.
“I’m not ready to go off yet,” he says, his voice a little strangled. He has lost some of his composure, and I see a glimpse of the true, uncertain Kireth peering out. His arms wrap around me as he lowers me to the bed, kissing my nose, staring into me with his bright red eyes.
“I want to take you all the way there,” he says in a low, rasping voice. “Will you come with me?”
I don’t have to think before I respond. “Yes. I will.”
It’s all he needs. My god reaches down between my thighs once more and runs his fingers through my slickness like a sled over a snowy hill. He puts one fingertip inside me, and I gasp underneath him until suddenly, there are two. I fall still as the second one starts to work its way through my tight entrance.
It is too much. I can’t take it.
“You need to be prepared for me,” Kireth explains, using my stored-up liquid to ease his way in. I gasp and tighten as they wriggle in deeper, pushing me apart, and my body aches underneath it as much as it demands more.
Once inside, Kireth pets me with both fingers in unison. I’m stretching wide for him, but gladly, eagerly, ready to arrive wherever he’s taking me. It could be hours or mere seconds that go by as he increases his speed, forcing my channel to shift and widen and accept him, leading me back to that place where I’m writhing and moaning with unspent energy. When I’m so slippery and spread out that his fingers move freely, he withdraws them. I whine, missing the feel of them.
“Soon,” he murmurs.
Kireth’s horns glimmer in the lamplight as he kneels between my legs, pushing his cock down toward the space that now feels so empty, my thighs spread around his hips. He slips through my inner folds, brushing himself over my sensitive clit.
