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Callie
I’d be lying if I didn’t say I was scared. In His demonic form, Az is huge—in more ways than one. A part of me worries He’s going to split me in half once we really get going.
A bigger part worries He’s not going to make it through the night if I don’t do this, though. The part of me that’s grown to appreciate our friendship, the part that has seen how kind He can be, the part that knows the man behind the monster … that part can’t stand the thought of losing Him.
He’s more than a mentor to me. He’s more than just a demon Prince, and I can’t believe it took me this long to see it.
I swing one leg over His hips and take a deep breath as I position myself. In theory, I know how this all works. Insert Tab A into Slot B, move a little,et cetera. The problem is, since I lost my affinity for carnal magic when I was possessed by the Mother of all Monsters, I sort of never looked into it beyond the basics. I don’t know how to be sexy for Az, don’t know how to turn Him on when I do this. I don’t know if I’m supposed to just lower myself onto Him and grind, or if there’s, like, stuff to do beforehand to get Him ready. Or to getmeready, I suppose. He said those barbs of His have lube, but shouldn’t my body have its own version of that? Not, like, magical aphrodisiac, but something.
Almost as if He senses my doubts, Az takes gentle hold of my hips and strokes my skin with His clawed thumbs. Those demonic claws can be razor sharp, but He’s careful enough not to scratch me.
“Relax,” He says. “I would never do anything to hurt you. Just allow yourself to enjoy it.”
I swallow hard and nod, and His hand slides around to my front. He rubs my clit with the pad of His thumb. Before I realize what I’m doing, I start grinding against His hand. A tingling sensation spreads through my core, and my lips part as I gasp and pant. Az keeps His eyes locked on mine. His pupils are almost completely blown, and I can’t tell if it’s from the pleasure or the pain.
“Come for me, Calliope. Come first. Let me watch you fall apart.”
Normally, I’d give Him snark about using my full name. This time, though, the sound of it on His lips sends a thrill down my spine.
“Asmodeus … Don’t stop …”
Bit by bit, my orgasm builds. I pant, I gasp, I moan, I shriek, I make every sound in the damn book before finally my voice breaks with an earth-shattering scream as Az does something with His thumb that has me seeing stars. That, or I’m seeing Him feeding off the sexual energy pouring from me. Either way, it’s pretty.
“So beautiful. You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, and I’ve seen literal angels.” He reaches up to stroke my cheek as I shudder through the aftershocks.
A hot blush creeps through my skin at the compliment. “You don’t have to say stuff like that.”
Az sits up—on His own power, with no help from me!—and cups my chin in His hands. The tip of His barbed cock rubs against my pussy with the movement, and I involuntarily spread my legs wider in response.
“The fact that no one has told you how stunning you are is a crime. I vow to make amends for this as often as possible.” He wraps His arms around me, squishing my tits to His broad chest. I note that His color has improved, and some of the rips in His broken wing have started to mend. It’s working.
“More,” I rasp, inching downward. “I want more.”
With Az’s help, I lower myself onto Him in increments. It’s not easy, despite the special demon lube from His barbs, and I whimper a bit at the stretch it takes for Him to fit.
Az freezes and searches my eyes with His. “Does it hurt?”
I shake my head, unable to form words at the moment. The flood of conflicting emotions that slams into me is a bit confusing, and I struggle to maintain the vibe while contending with them. There’s fear and apprehension, lust and excitement, and an overall giddy sensation that makes me feel a bit silly.
I’m fucking a literal Goddamned Prince.
Okay, so technically right now I’m just sitting speared on His cock, letting myself adjust to all the new sensations. The stretch. The tingle. The heady rush of sexual power coursing through us.
I guess the carnal witch side of me never really left, despite my efforts to stomp her out of existence. My body is attuning to the flow of energies just as easily as it does to infernal energy, and I realize now that I couldn’t completely abandon carnal magic. Not if this is what it feels like. It’s a heady drug, and I’m fucking stoned on its power.
“Calliope, My Love?”
“Mm?”
“Would you like me to take over?” He’s got a wry grin on His face, like something about this is funny. I blink slowly at Him, still drunk on the energy, and He moves His hips a little, reminding me that I’m sitting there frozen in place like a doofus.
Oh! That’s right … There’s more to this. It gets better, and I forgot my part in the midst of all the overwhelming new feelings.
Because of the tight fit, I start slow. The thought of getting ripped by a giant demon dick scares me enough to be cautious, so at first I take my time. Up. Down. Up. Down. Over and over again, until I find a nice rhythm. Az helps with a guiding hand on my hip. The more I move, the more I’m reminded of the way Az described His barbs: like “a sensual massage from the inside.”
He was so right.
The more I get into it, the more I work up the nerve to start trying different things. Az is already way ahead of me, with His hand on my tit and His lips on my neck. Everything He does makes my entire body surge with desire and need, and I have a sudden urge to try to reciprocate. I let my own hands explore, and I find that I quite enjoy the feel of Az’s pecs under my fingers as I ride His cock. I move my head when He starts trailing kisses up my neck, catching His lips in a white-hot kiss.
