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And with that, Dash sets a punishing rhythm, pounding into me, the sound of hips on flesh reverberating in the room.
The weight on the bed shifts, but I don’t care. This is what my body craves, and I’m about to see it to the finish line.
Every muscle in my core tightens from my abs all the way down to my cunt, squeezing around Dashel’s steely cock.
“Axe, no!” Bastian’s voice echoes in the back of my mind.
“What in the flaming fucking realms is going on here?!”
Axe? Why’s he so mad?
Dash lowers to his forearm so our bodies have that much more contact.
“Don’t worry about that, Dove,” Dashel whispers against my ear. “Just stay right here with me. I’m exactly what you need. Just let me give it to you, gorgeous.”
“Axe, she’s inustrues.We had to.”
Ecstasy builds deep in my body, and I have the wild thought of building an altar to Dash’s dick.
A dick altar.
Shrine to the god of dong.
A low rumbling groan rattles somewhere in my throat, one that I have no control of.
“Yes, there ya go gorgeous. We’re almost there.”
“Ifmyfucking demoness goes intoustrues,you fucking call me! I should rip him off her right now.”
Crashing and grunts are soon drowned out by my own wails of pleasure as Dash pounds a devastating orgasm out of me. I claw down his back, and he slams into me, every thrust an explosion of blinding, barbaric ecstasy.
My body convulses, legs trembling around Dashel’s waist, pussy squeezing his cock, and Dash lets out a thunderous roar of pleasure.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers, voice strange and deep. “I couldn’t hold out any longer.”
My legs fall limply to the bed, and suddenly, Dash is far too heavy to be on top of me. I push lightly at his chest, and he rolls off, the bed depresses a surprising amount, but I don’t care.
The river of fire is quelled.
For now, anyway.
Some part of me knows it’s only receded temporarily. The need is quenched, but the coals of desire remain, and all it will take is an errant spark to set me ablaze again.
“What the fuck!” Axe doesn’t sound happy.
I couldn’t care less.
“Axe… don’t. We didn’t know this would happen,” Bastian warns.
“Do you have any idea what will happen when he finds out.”
He who? What’s Axe talking about? I’ve finally had enough of the demon’s machismo and open my eyes to stare him down while I give him a piece of my mind.
Except, a strange flash of topaz catches my eye.
I turn to Dashel, lying next to me and holding his hands up, flipping them front and back as he stares.
“Uh, Dash?” I ask, not entirely convinced whoever was next to me is in fact Dashel Knight, head of House Lust and sex work heir.
