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“Where your cervix is?” Byron winces, and I shake my head.
“I don’t have one. Demons can’t reproduce, so instead of it just being a hole in the wall, I’ve got another clit.”
Byron kisses the inside of my thigh again and asks, “Would that explain the earthquake-inducing orgasm earlier, then? Or was I really just that good for you?”
A man’s ego is a fragile thing, and normally I’d delight in shattering it to pieces. But Byron has been good to me. I can’t even think about harming him like that now. When I don’t say anything, he sighs.
“Nah, didn’t think so. Not like I did much of anything to you, anyway. It’s fine,” he mutters.
“You were more than adequate. Helps that you have such a big cock,” I say with a wink. “So, in a way. Yes. Your giant cock touched my other clit to the point I almost imploded. It’s rare for anyone to get in there deep enough to stroke it. But then again, it’s not like I make a habit of riding my marks, either.”
He lets out another deep, rumbling chuckle, and I notice myself getting wetter at the sound. Byron presses a kiss to the inside of my thigh, then another, and another until I’m sighing from need. When he lowers himself down on top of me, he’s gentle, like he’s afraid he might hurt me. His mouth finds mine, and our tongues meet like the last time we kissed. I moan into his mouth, unable to tamp down the ecstasy that’s building deep within my core. Kissing is miraculous, I decide. And everyone in Hell is truly missing out. Sucks to be them. After several minutes of kissing that literally leaves me breathless, he climbs to the foot of the bed and looks up at me from between my legs with a darkened gaze. There’s a hazy lust in his eyes, and I lick my lips in anticipation.
Then he leans in and buries his nose and mouth in my pussy. I gasp, my back arching as he slides his tongue in between my sex. The sensation is warm and tender, and he wastes no time in worshipping my accessible clit while his arms slide under the small of my back, scooping me up to hoist my thighs around his ears.
My tail thrashes violently across the silk sheets as a shudder tears through my body.
“Oh,” I whimper, and my claws dig into the sheets at my sides. “That feels… perfect.”
He doesn’t say anything, only groans between my thighs as his tongue moves in and out of me. My tail then slithers across the mattress and up around his biceps before finding his throat and curling around it like a necklace, but I don’t squeeze. Byron’s throat bobs as he removes his mouth from my cunt just long enough to gaze up at me with darkened eyes.
“Have you ever experimented with breath play, my dear?” I ask. He shakes his head. “Would you like to?”
Byron removes his tongue from my hole and rasps, “Yes. Oh, God, yes.”
I will never grow tired of the enthusiastic consent. Not ever. My tail pulses around his throat. Gently at first, to get him used to the sensation. His eyes widen, then he sinks back down into my depths and worships my exterior clit with his tongue. My tail tightens around his throat again, along with his grip on my thighs.
“You want this just as badly as I want you. Isn’t that right?” I taunt and prop myself up on my forearms so I can watch as my tail squeezes hard. I release, then squeeze again. So far, he’s holding up a lot better than my previous estimations. His licking grows more vigorous. The harder I squeeze, the more aggressive his oral ministrations, until my exterior clit is throbbing in agony, begging for release. And then, without warning, an invisible thread inside of me snaps. My orgasm comes on fast and aggressive and leaves my thighs quaking. My tail tenses around Byron’s throat, and his eyes water as my entire body thrashes on the mattress.
I need to release my tail, or I might hurt him. I know this. Yet when wave after wave crashes over me, it’s like I’ve lost complete control over my body. Byron grabs onto my waist and hoists me into the air and carries me over to the wall, my tail still tied around his neck like a ribbon. How am I not choking the life out of him? A vein throbs in his neck as he slams me against the wall and thrusts his cock up and into me.
I scream, and my tail tightens again. He pumps into me, sending me gliding up and down the wall in sharp movements. What the fuck is happening right now? I don’t know, and I don’t care because this is hot as hell, being taken like this so violently. One moment he’s submitting to me like the good sub he is, and then the next he’s fucking me until I nearly black out. Normally, I’d punish him for something like this, but I enjoy this side of him. A brief thought flickers through my mind as the stirrings of another climax threaten me.Submitting to him wouldn’t be theworst thing in the world, perhaps. Byron claps his palm over my mouth as I let out another strangled moan, and he leans in to whisper harshly in my ear.
“Now how does it feel, you little whore? To be taken like the filthy demon you are?”
My eyes widen as I come undone again. This time, my second clit is the one throbbing, and I scrape my claws down Byron’s back, leaving angry marks in their wake. If he cares, he doesn’t let on as he continues to tear into my pussy. I come again, and again, and again… until tears spill from my eyes and I’m trembling in his arms. Then he lowers me back down on the mattress. Delicately, like a fragile cup going back in the cupboard, and he presses his lips to my forehead.
My hair is matted across my shoulders and forehead, slick with sweat and tears. My thighs quake, slick with his cum. He drops down beside me on the bed and props himself up on his elbow to look down at me.
“I counted at least five orgasms,” he says with a cheeky grin. “Am I right?”
My chest heaves as I struggle to catch my breath. “What the fuck was that?” I blurt, and bare my fangs at him. “You fucked me like a common whore.”And I loved every second of it.
Byron’s damp hair falls in his eyes, making him look boyish and sweet again. “No, I took you like the goddess of a woman that you are. There’s nothing common about you, sweetheart.” Byron brushes his hand across my head, stroking my hair. “Just thought you could use a taste of your own medicine, is all. Did you like it?”
Smiling, I nod and say, “I… I did. Thank you.”
“No need to thank me. You work hard. It’s about time someone repaid the favor, I think.”
Furrowing my brows, I sit up in the bed and pull the covers up to my chest. Is this what it’s like to feel human?
15
BYRON
The following morning, I wake up beside Faith in the giant conjured bed in the middle of the candy shop. A tiny sliver of sunlight peeks in through the blinds, and I roll onto my side to put my arm around her waist… only she’s not there. Fear grips my heart, sending me bolting upright in bed.
“Faith?” I look around the dimly lit shop. It doesn’t look like anyone’s been in here yet today, but she had to have left through the front door if she did leave. Right? She wouldn’t go back to Hell without saying goodbye first. I swallow hard and wrap the blankets around my torso, then swing my legs around to the side of the bed to go look for her.
