Page 38 of Hexes From Exes

His fingers slid along her abdomen, bypassing her breast to push her robe off her shoulders. The chill of the air conditioning hit her skin, sending a shudder through her. “Wait,” she breathed.

He stopped immediately, sitting back on the couch to give as much space as she might demand. He was breathing heavy, his lips parted, his eyes drinking in how she looked. Her wet hair was plastered against her flushed cheeks. Her gaze was heated beneath her heavily lidded eyes. Her naked chest heaved and he resisted the urge to touch her again. She clearly said no, he had to stop. What was he thinking?

“Not like this,” she said. Rick nodded, swallowing and starting to stand. Her arm snaked out, her fingers closing over his wrist. “Not with you like a human…I want you in your true form.”

Rick stopped inches off the couch, his eyes widening in surprise. “In my…demon form?” he asked.

Stephanie nodded, her robe still spilling off her shoulders, exposing her breasts to him. She could see him thinking over the situation, considering.

“My anatomy isn’t…exactly the same as a human man,” he admitted.

Stephanie raised her eyebrows, intrigued. “I don’t want you in a disguise. I want you as you are.”

That was all it took. His eyes flashed, and she watched that strange transformation from human to demon. It was quick, if she blinked, she would miss it, the way he instantly grew in height, his horns protruding from his forehead, his skin turning that deep red with the reptilian scales. One moment, she saw the handsome human man that watched her dates and went to a conference with her, the next moment, he was the demon that lounged on her couch and drank all her seltzers. He was the demon that listened to her and made her laugh.

He settled back onto the couch, suddenly quiet, bashful even.

Stephanie couldn’t have that.

She slid her robe the rest of the way off her shoulders, dropping it on the floor next to the couch. Any hesitation on Rick’s part disappeared as he advanced on her. His lips were on hers again, his skin brushing against her. The feel of those scales against her sensitive nipples elicited a shock of pleasure through her, her thighs parting slightly. Rick slid right in between them, his claws raking along her sides. Her lips parted, and she felt his tongue prod at her, realizing that it was thicker than a human’s and forked. The thought of that on her pussy sent another bolt of pleasure straight through her, eliciting a groan.

Rick left her mouth to trace his kisses along her jaw, chasing them with little bites and nibbles in the process. She felt that forked tongue snake against the side of her neck, right along where her pulse hammered erratically. His teeth brushed that pulse point, and she could feel how sharp some of them were. His kisses continued downward, stopping at her collar bone to place a firmer bite there. Stephanie yelped, jumping a bit at the sensation. She’d never been bitten before, the mix of pleasure and mild pain a sensation she didn’t hate.

Rick’s muscular tongue was now trailing between her breast, heading down to her navel, then he was between her legs. She could feel his warm breath against her inner thigh, his horns scraping against the soft mound of her abdomen. She felt his forked tongue snake out to slip between the lips of her pussy, spreading them apart. His tongue traced from the bottom of her slit to the top, pausing at her throbbing clit. The fork of his tongue wrapped around her clit like a vice, the sudden sensation so overwhelming Stephanie cried out, her head tilting back.

Rick’s tongue vibrated against her, a quick quivering movement that felt like her favorite toys. The sensation was intense, and her thighs clenched, tightening against his head. She felt his clawed hand slide over one thigh, gripping it hard against him, his claws digging into the soft fat of her thigh. His other hand joined just below his tongue, slipping between her lips, coating in her now flowing juices.

She’d never been so wet before. She often needed lube for sex, but something about his tongue set off a cascade in her. Her back arched as his finger slid into her slowly, gently. She was surprised not to feel his claw scraping at her insides, just the sensation of his warm, thick finger as he worked it into her.

The vibrating around her clit was slowing down, a maddening sensation given how close she felt to cumming. Whatever he was doing was shoving her toward an orgasm faster than anyone else ever had. This type of sudden orgasm usually only happened when she was alone with a vibrator and a dirty story. The fact that he could bring her there with a few bites and that tongue was mind numbing. Any rational thought she had was gone along with any reservations about fucking a literal demon, or the fact that it was actually forbidden for him. But he wasn’t stopping. If anything, he was taking it further, sliding another finger into her.

The vibrating of his tongue was speeding up again. She felt the orgasm start to coil in her lower abdomen, the feeling of it coming to a head as she squeezed his fingers with the walls of her pussy. When he backed off again, she whimpered in protest, her hands reaching for his horns to shove his face deeper into her.

He groaned into her as her hand closed on his horns, his fingers curling inside of her. He pressed his horns into her hand, clearly enjoying the sensation. The movement loosened his tongue from her clit, but he quickly found it again, wrapping the edges of the fork around her, the vibrating sensation starting up again.

This time he didn’t stop as she got closer and closer to orgasm, his fingers pumping into her with a slow and steady rhythm. She writhed on the couch, her breath coming in heavy pants, interspersed with an occasional whimper as she rode his face.

When her orgasm hit, it was hard and fast.

She felt the sensation start low and then spiral outward, making the muscles in her thighs tighten against his head, her hips bucking harder into his face. His hand that didn’t have fingers inside of her grasped her ass, his claws digging into the soft tissue of it as he held her tight against his face, not slowing down as her orgasm hit her.

Her head tilted back off the side of the couch, her back arching as it hit her. She cried out, pushing his face harder into her by his horns. He didn’t stop, only slowed as her orgasm started to taper off, backing off her overly sensitive clit as she came down from the orgasm.

When her eyes opened again, he was sitting back on his haunches, watching her. She was sprawled out on the couch obscenely, one foot on the floor, the other draped over the cushions. “You look so beautiful like this,” he groaned, his gaze taking her all in. “Spread out for me like a present, like a treat. I can’t wait to devour you.”

Stephanie felt her breath hitch in her throat. She’d never had someone talk to her like that. His voice was a whispered growl, a guttural sound that she’d never heard from him before. His didn’t stop staring, his gaze burning lines along her skin. It was like being marked by him, claimed. She’d never let a man get the upper hand on her but Rick? He wasn’t a man.

Stephanie’s eyes went to the material he wore around his lower half, some sort of kilt-pants hybrid that fell just below his knees. She could see the outline of his cock straining against it, leaving an impressive bulge there. He saw her look to it, and when her eyes darted back to his face, she saw a slow smile spread over his lips.

Rick leaned forward then, collecting her in his arms like she weighed nothing. He pushed open the door to her bedroom with his foot, nearly breaking it as it hit the far wall with a loud bang. He placed her on the edge of the bed and started to step back when her fingers reached out for the material around his waist, working the clasp and tie until it fell away.

His cock was similar to a human’s, but with some notable exceptions. The head was bulbous, dark red, and weeping thick precum, which was starting to travel down the length of his dick. The ridges around the head were deeper than a human’s and marked with raised edges that spiraled along his length. The length was impressive and ended with a bulge at the base. Under that bulge were his balls, heavy and the same red color as the rest of him.

She reached out to touch it, collecting the precum from the tip to slide it down along the length. Each of the ridges bumped along her fist and she couldn’t help but imagine that inside her, each ridge hitting different parts of her, making her come undone like she did on the couch. She slid forward of the edge of the bed, her tongue darting out to taste the liquid she’d spread over the head. It tasted similar to human cum but thicker, less salty. Of course, the carb loving demon would have sweet cum.

Her mouth covered the tip of his dick, tracing her tongue along the bottom, feeling that deep recess as her tongue curved upward. She heard him suck in a breath above her. She chanced a glance up to meet his gaze, finding his lips parted and his eyes burning with lust. Stephanie went to work on his cock, hoping to elicit even a fraction of the pleasure he gave her on the couch.

Her tongue moved along the raised ridges along his shaft, tracing them as they spiraled down to the base. She could fit about 2/3 of him into her mouth before she felt dangerously close to gagging. She backed off and swallowed before dipping her head down again. Her hand moved to the base of him, her fist gripping him just above that growing bulge and started to slowly jack him off as her head bobbed over his dick.