Page 8 of Ex-Mas
Her eyes trail down my body to my cock, widening when she sees it’s exactly as she remembered. I can change it, but for some reason I needed to see her reaction.
Her hands curl into fists as she drags her eyes back up to my face, seeing only inky black. “So it’s still mostly you, then.”
“Mostly.”
And now I need her to see my new additions. Slowly, I let my jet-black wings flutter open, horns sprouting out of my hair as my teeth elongate and my tongue grows several inches, forking out at the end.
Something tells me she’d be cowering if she could move her arms.
Trembling, her gaze darts from one thing to the next over and over again. “You really are a... a demon.”
“I am. Want to see something cool?” I release my cock and let it triple in size, thehead sharpening in a way that I know has to be painful, and then I make it jump toward her, laughing when she tries to flinch away. “Come on, Lys. Suck me.”
“Fuck you,” she hisses, turning her head. “Is sex in the contract?”
“Not specifically, but it didn’t have to be.” I’m in my normal body again in a flash, but I can tell I’m losing her. “The contract said you agreed to be mine mind, body and soul, and you want me the same way I want you. Connect the dots.”
“I don’t think that’s accurate at all,” she mumbles. “I want the Adrian who doesn’t hate me. Does he still exist?”
He does, but that’s the last thing I want to admit right now. Slowly, I lean in and nip at her jaw, grinning when she bares her neck to me and arches once again. The head of my cock brushes against her clit, making her whimper, and it’s fucking music to my ears.
“No,” I growl into her ear. “You killed him.”
“Fine, then go ahead and kill the Lys who doesn’t hate you. Give me back the demon if you’re going to fuck me.”
Her sharp tone leaves no room for interpretation there. She wants to hate me.
It’s probably better this way for both of us.
Everything but my cock changes back, making her gasp as my forked tongue replaces the one that was sliding along her throat.
“Is this how you pictured it?” she asks, breathless but not fighting her restraints.
It isn’t. I definitely imagined taking her in my demon skin at some point, but not for our first time. Again, I keep that inside. “You at my mercy with your cunt begging to be fucked? Yes.”
That part is true at least.
“I didn’t beg.”
Gripping my shaft, I slide the head of my cock up and down her pussy, loving how wet she is. “I didn’t say you did, I said your cunt did. Maybe you and her should get on the same page.”
Or don’t. I don’t honestly care at this point, because I can’t wait any longer. I don’t doubt that I can make her beg, I just don’t have the patience, so I pull back to make those restraints disappear and flip her over onto her stomach before returning them.
Seeing her this way has me practically losing control, but I refrain for just a moment and take her in. Skin flushed, breathing ragged as she trembles? Yeah, I might keep her like this for a while.
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Fear just about cripples me as Adrian looms over me. Being restrained was one thing when I could see what he was doing, but this? Stuck on my stomach, spread eagled with a demon above me?
He’s right, my cunt is begging for it, but the rest of me is... scared. This Adrian doesn’t love me, he wants to punish me.
So maybe I just need to change his mind.
“We both missed you,” I admit. “We’re on the same page about that.”
I hate that I can’t see his expression when he freezes. I feel him staring down at me, and when his hands finally begin moving again, I fear he’s going to play it off. “Yeah?” He spreads my ass and begins rutting at my pussy, his cockunbelievably warm. “Is that why you’re so wet?”
“Maybe. Could also be the fear,” I mumble, knowing that’s exactly the kind of thing my traitorous pussy would do. “Fuck me and find out.”
