Page 18 of When I Accidentally Summoned a Demon

I glance down, confused. “Do I have a tear?”

She giggles again. “It means you’ve got muscles for miles, and I want to climb them like a tree.”

Gods, she’s the most beautiful, beastly creature I have ever encountered.

“Mistress?” I arch a brow.

“Ask me anything.” She leans in, her hips jutting forward in what I recognize as a seductive measure.

“Is it time for…worship?”

Her concentration fixes on my monstrous erection, which is evidence of my desire. An erotic grin crosses her face. “Yes. It is, Vale.”

“May I worship first this time?” I recall how she took me in her hand, then her mouth. But…now, I wish to know more about this special place of womanhood between her thighs.

“Of course. But…would you mind if I show you what I’d like? At least this morning?”

Her eyes shimmer beyond the dark strands fracturing her face. Her cheeks are warm and flushed. Her nipples rub against my muscles. If she asked it of me, I would find some way to give her the sun.

“I am yours to do with as you wish, Lady Ves.”

“Ves or Vesper today,” she dictates before reaching for a pink-colored bottle. Uncapping it, she squeezes some sweet, fragrant liquid into my palms. “I would like you to wash me, Vale.”

My cock jerks against her stomach. Her expression turns feisty, and she rubs herself against my member. Her soft, firm breasts plump against my flesh. By the Pit, I’m close to losing control.

So, I don’t hesitate. I grip her hips and turn her around before I take her in a rage. Her back to my front. And I wash her, confounded by the bubbles forming in my hands, but I hardly consider them when my hands sweep across her skin. Tipping her head back against my chest, she makes that lovely moaning sound with her throat as I worship her breasts, rubbing and tweaking her stiff nipples.

After collecting more of the mystical liquid, I work the sweet aroma into her hair. My blood thrills with every whimper, every moan, every gesture.

Finally, I inch my hand lower until my fingers touch her luscious femininity.

“Mmm, Vale, don’t stop,” she cries out, her hips writhing, her pussy thrusting out like she’s trying to ride my hand.

A primal, desperate need overcomes me. As intense as the one humming from her. Lowering my head, I purr low, “May I tassste?”

“Please do!”

Without another thought, I turn her around, pushing her against the shower wall before I kneel before my summoner, my savior. She curves her fingers against the walls as I stroke my tongue along her folds, tasting a sweetness which rivals whatever scent was in that liquid. I groan deeply against her and drag my demon teeth in a light scrape along her lush haven.

“This part here…” She taps a little nodule of flesh at the top of her womanhood. “That sensitive part…it’s called a clit. Remember when I licked and sucked you? Kind of like tha—ahhh!” she shrieks from my coarse tongue licking her clit.

“You taste divine,” I growl and suck the wondrous flesh between my lips.

Those hips thrust so much like mine when I’m inside her. Hmm…I remember how much she loved to ride my staff. While I am not in the position, I ease the arrow of my tail into the wondrous opening of her pussy. My tongue does not stop. And when I circle it around the nodule, her hands dive for my hair, gripping it with a surprising strength.

Mirroring the movements of my length, I pump my arrowed tail in and out of her center, marveling at how wet she is beyond the shower. I love to rouse the wetness inside her.

Three more pumps, three more circles of my tongue—she bucks her hips hard, tips her head back, and grits her teeth around a screech as her expression transforms into the flushed gold of pure euphoria.

I don’t stop licking. I don’t stop pumping. I go deeper. I lick harder.

And her grip on my hair grows stronger. “Vale!” She gasps. “I-I’m going t-to⁠—”

“You are so celestial.” I flatten my tongue against her pretty clit, so swollen. I slide my tongue in deeper, stroking it along her inner walls.

“Oh, sweet demon!” she shrieks and clamps down, her insides spasming and pulsing around my arrow. My cock hardens, lengthens from the overwhelming, sharp sensation.

I love her rapture. I love giving her pleasure.