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I am astonishingly attracted to a demon who just seduced me with a sensual tango. I am falling into the depths of my desire without a care, and it feels invigorating.
Systorak pulls me toward a glass door leading to a stone-walled terrace. I realize what is going to happen, and my loins pulse like the center of a beating heart.
“Systorak,” I breathe, the letters barely enunciated.
He growls at me once we emerge into the dark night, the terrace adorned in small, dainty succulents, along with incandescent lights flickering a cosmic pink on wood-carved tables.
I notice these details, albeit briefly, as he pulls me into him, wrapping his hand around my hips and digging into the bottom of my dress with the other set. He growls again as our lips meet, a primal groan shared between our mouths without any subtly.
“I want you here,” he whispers before moving to my lower lip, sucking with a fevered intensity. “Let me taste you as you stare into this realm's skyline. Beauty meeting beauty, my sweet darling.”
“Fuck,” I groan, Systorak having moved down to my chin with a nibble, then tenderly kissing my exposed neck and shoulders.
He chuckles, that deep throaty laugh that sends my body into hysterics. As he moves his mouth down my exposed skin, he uses his extra set of hands to hike up my dress, then energetically pushes the front of my thong aside. His mouth is wandering the ample bust of my cleavage as one set of hands clutches onto the plump cheeks of my ass while the other runs smoothly over my aching pussy.
“Oh, baby!” I cry out.
All eight of his eyes look up at me, that naughty gaze making the pinprick of red swell, and he slowly slides his tongue from between my breasts and down my torso until he is on his knees in front of me.
My legs are jelly as he uses the hands clinging to my ass to help me shuffle to the side of the terrace, and I pin my arms against the stone for leverage.
He kisses the inside of my thighs as I lean backward, pressing my chest up into the air, the intoxication of his touch causing my breathing to hitch in my throat as he teases me.
“Oh, baby, we might get caught,” I murmur into the air. “Someone might see you eating my pussy.”
My words are not an indication of my hesitation, nor are they a warning. At this point, nothing is going to stop me from bucking my hips onto this demon’s delectably talented tongue.
“Mmm … Lana, I don’t give a shit,” he whispers, his hot breath crawling over my clit. “Let’s give them another show, My Queen.”
Systorak shoves his tongue directly inside me, and I gasp, nearly tipping backward entirely onto the side of the terrace. I grab onto one of his horns as he thrusts his inhumanly long tongue inside my pussy, and I roll my pelvis against it, an insanely erotic image that elicits a squeak from me.
I moan his name with my eyes closed, the cool air of the night teasing my exposed skin, and he moves his hands up to massage my breasts. He goes harder than last time, his strength all the more prominent, while the other set of hands moves away from my ass cheeks and begins to apply pressure to my clit with expert timing.
“Fuck, Systorak,” I moan, a sound so sensual and sexy even to my own ears. “I’m going to come already, oh, gods!”
He groans delightfully into me, the vibrations only enhancing the pleasure. He strokes faster inside me with his lovely tongue, striking my clit with the pace of a metronome and kneading my breasts with acute accuracy.
Words escape me as I buck against his face, and my climax arrives just as intense as the first time he was inside me. My muscles seize, my thighs clamping Systorak’s head between my legs like a clam shell, and a high-pitched squeal emerges from my mouth.
His name is like a poem on my lips, and I whisper it with grace and apprehension as lava surges through me. I feel floaty and out of my body as he continues on with his gracious force and pace, the entire concept of time evaporating into the ether.
Sound comes back to me first as Systorak removes his tongue, giving a final lick to my throbbing clit for good measure. I’m leaning against the stone of the terrace. My head was thrown back with my chest heaving up into the starless sky.
“Mmm, your sounds are exquisite, darling,” I hear him mutter, kissing the insides of my thighs. “I can listen to your whimpers all day. They alone would sustain me.”
His romantic proclamations are the cherry on top of the most fulfilling sex I’d ever experienced in my life. It makes me wonder how much time I had been wasting in the tavern, not a streak of hope in sight, while this demon was waiting in some strange realm with all that amorous potential.
“You’re something else, Systorak,” I breathe, panting as my limbs feel like feathers.
“I think you are.”
Before I realize it, he stands, pressing himself between my legs, taking my face in his hands, and offering me the taste of my own sweetness. I open my mouth and swirl my tongue with his, absorbing the juices of my own desire.
“Mmm,” I groan into him.
His front set of hands is still resting against my breasts when he suddenly rips the front of the dress downward, taking the push-up bra down with it. I gasp as my hard nipples find the cool air and give Systorak a dramatic look of stunned lust.
“You’re so bad,” I whisper, wrapping my arms around his neck. “I really liked this dress.”
