Page 49 of When I Accidentally Summoned a Demon

I can’t believe I’m going Fifty Shades with a Duke of Hell. Even if that book is tame compared to what I read. Huh. Come to think of it…I haven’t read any of them since Valefar. And the only times I’ve used the toys is when he’s with me, so he may learn and explore more.

With the heat blooming in my face, and my breasts growing heavier, I slowly turn around and lower my front half onto the counter, presenting my ass, which he has described as a ripe “vessel of sin.”

Valefar wastes no time. But it’s not his hand that comes down on my right cheek.

It’s his tail!

I yelp and grip the sides of the counter.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” the demon chastises me and moves closer until his heat swarms my back. “You’ll need to be quieter so we don’t break the almighty commandment of this household, my Lady. Hmm…”

The next thing I know, he’s working a zucchini into my mouth. My breath stalls, but my pulse spikes.

“It’s not as big as my cock, but you can practice.”

I moan into the vegetable, then bite down hard at the second lash on my ass, the left side this time. My pussy grows hotter, wetter with every swing of his tail. He doesn’t hold back, and with every burning strike, tremors shudder up and down my limbs. My toes curl up. I bite down harder, leaving prints in the zucchini. Another lash of his tail, but this time, the arrow slides along my pubic lips.

“Well, well,” he says low, his voice approving while I quiver from that arrow sinking deeper. “You’re not just my naughty girl, are you, Ves? You’re my dirty girl. So wet from your punishment. And now…I believe it’s time for your reward.”

“Oh, God!” It’s muffled behind the zucchini, but when his tail plunges inside me, swiping at my inner walls, stimulating my G-spot, my clit begins to throb, and I know I’m going to come soon. A second later, my inner muscles flutter. At the same time, Valefar palms my hot backside with one hand and the other rubs two fingers along my slippery clit.

“Come for me, Ves.”

I fall apart, riding and humping the demon’s hand as the orgasm powers through me. It’s not graceful. My hips rock back against him, my back arches until it pulls, and every coherent thought I’ve had in the last twenty-four hours takes a severe exit. The pleasure rolls through me in relentless waves, radiating outward from where his tail is buried inside me until my thighs are shaking and my fingers are white-knuckled on the edge of the counter. And I’m making sounds so ungodly, they will live in my memory. A lot.

My whole body trembles.

And no sooner do I begin to float down from the high than Valefar removes his tail and replaces it with his shaft, pushing and ramming inside me in a motion so powerful, it surges a new current through me. I ride the wave. I don’t even care when he pulls on the zucchini and plunges his tail into my mouth, prompting me to suck.

I suck that tail like it’s my last supper.

Unhinged, he fucks me against the counter, his hand gripping my curls to anchor me. I can barely move, but I ride that demon dick like it’s the mother fucking rapture, bucking and writhing, which only spreads delicious friction with my clit rubbing the counter.

He smacks my ass. “That’s right, my sweet, dirty girl. Fuck my cock. Take it just the way you like it. Ride me, Ves. Ride your demon. For I belong to you and none other.”

I moan around that tail. I love how his dirty talk is organic, like he’s just leaning into what feels natural to him. Valefar is a prodigy dom if there ever were such a thing. I can’t wait to see and hear and feel what he does next.

And…somewhere along the way—between him reading stories to Bethie and folding laundry with me and tossing me over his shoulder while we all played in the sprinkler—I have fallen hopelessly and dangerously in love with my Big Guy.

18

Valefar

Idon’t tell her how many nerve endings are in my tail—when I wish to release them.

“Fuck, you feel so good. I could live between these legs and know what heaven feels like,” I tell her.

She moans and clamps down harder. Fuck, those muscles. Love how strong they are, how much they strangle my demon dick. She rocks with me, her sinful hips rolling with my every thrust. When she tries to arch her back, I release her hair, letting her curve that lovely spine until her torso comes off the counter.

Easing my tail out, I waste no time in clutching her throat as I’ve recently read, feel her hard swallow, then turn her face to mine so I may claim her mouth. She squeezes around me more. I taste her, tongue licking and swiping at every scrap of flesh, drinking from her like a heavenly vessel.

“You taste like sin dressed up in something holy,” I murmur against her luscious lips.

She blinks back tears.

“You taste like a goddess powerful enough to make a demon pray.”

I search her eyes. No fear lives there despite the tears shimmering along her lashes. Only something softer. Warmer. A fragile, aching kind of wonder that strikes straight through the rotten remains of me. Desire. Trust. Perhaps something even dangerously close to love.