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Asmodeus
Finally! We’re alone, and We can be together like we were meant to be.
The reception was intolerably long. I wanted to take My Bride to bed the second We were wed, but human formalities won out.
I set Callie down on what is now plush carpet and let Her take in the changes I made to Our abode. A Gothic fireplace burns off to one side, with softly scented candles lit atop the mantle. In place of the boring dormitory bed sits a large canopy bed, big enough for both of Us even with me in my demon form—big enough, even, to accommodate for both sets of wings. The walls are lined with crimson velvet tapestries, and even the door to Her bathroom has been transformed to fit the aesthetic, with ornate carvings in the mahogany wood. A large iron chandelier dripping with red crystals hangs from the center of the ceiling, casting the room in a sanguine glow.
Callie starts for the bed, but I grab her arm and stop her. “Wait.” I pull Her to me and tip Her chin up with a finger. “First, I want to worship you properly.”
She tilts Her head, confused, but She does as I ask.
I lower my lips to Hers and softly brush them against her mouth. She sighs and melts into the kiss, raising her arms to wrap them around my neck. I cup the back of Her head with one hand, reveling in the softness of her golden hair in my fingers. my tongue slips out, probing Her full lips, begging for entry. She obliges, moaning as I stroke Her tongue with my own. While we kiss, I allow my other hand to slide down to Her full belly, stroking the taut skin before moving lower. Callie raises one leg to wrap it around my hip, and I groan into Her mouth as She grinds against my ready cock.
“I want to taste You,” I murmur into Her lips. “I want to devour You, to kneel at Your feet and worship You.”
“Az …” Her voice trails off as I kiss my way down Her neck and chest, using my magic to burn through the strap holding Her dress up. It slides down Her curves, the fabric pooling at Her feet. I dismiss my own conjured clothing, leaving Us both bare.
While I kiss and lick Her luscious, swollen breasts, I stroke Her clit with my fingers before gently pushing them inside her. She moans and buries a hand in my hair, holding me to Her. The sexual energy in the room rises, its light competing with the glow of the chandelier.
“Don’t stop …”
“Fear not, My Love. I’ve barely gotten started.”
My lips and tongue mark a trail down Her belly, exploring every inch of Her rounded form, all the while pumping my fingers into Her and reveling in the slick, wet sounds. “So wet for me, so tight and perfect …” I lean back, giving Her a small break before I really dive in. She gazes down at me, so beautiful and radiant. My cock is almost painfully hard, but I can’t indulge myself yet. I have to take care of Her first, always.
“Callie, My Sweet, can You reach the chandelier?”
She blinks, taking a moment to process what I’m asking. “I mean, if I flap my wings and fly up a bit, sure.”
“Good. Because I’m too big in this form to comfortably kneel here, but I think if You hover a bit, or if I give You a lift up …” Rather than waste more time explaining, I grab Her hips and heft. She shrieks and grips the iron bars of the hanging light fixture, more for stability than anything. Her wings flap wildly as She tries to keep Her balance midair, and Her smooth legs wrap around my neck in a scissor grip.
Perfection. Now Her gorgeous folds are at just the right level. I kiss and nibble each thigh before I focus on my real prize: that delicious, glistening cunt.
Not one to rush, I tease Callie with featherlight strokes of my tongue on her clit. She cries out in short, shallow gasps, each one louder than the last. Keeping one hand on Her hip to hold Her in place, I reach down and grip my cock, slowly stroking up and down, relieving some of the ache but not allowing myself release—yet.
I soak in the sexual magic We’re raising, replenishing my stores. The battles in Envy drained me, and even though I’ve physically healed from the ordeal, I need this. More than food, more than air, I dine on Callie’s building orgasm. I inhale Her passion.Thisis my sustenance.
This, and now Her pussy.
When my tongue slides between Her lips, She screams and clenches. I dive in as far as I can go, licking all the sensitive spots, driving Her to the edge before switching My focus to Her clit again. Back and forth I go, each time inching Her closer but not quite allowing Her to come.
Callie’s thighs squeeze me tighter, and She whines. “Asmodeus,please! Stop teasing me!”
I can’t help but grin. She has no idea …
“You’re a Princess now, Calliope. You don’t beg; You command.” My lips brush against Her clit with each syllable, Her entire body trembling.
The flap of Her wings creates a hot breeze as She removes Her hands from the chandelier to grip my hair. She grabs hard and pulls my head back just far enough to look Her in the eye, keeping the vice grip on my neck with Her succulent thighs and holding herself aloft with Her wings. The intensity of Her gaze, the hunger in it, is almost enough to make me come.
“Fucking finish me, baby.”
Her words ignite a fire within me that can only be quenched by the taste of Her on my tongue, by the torrent only I can bring to bear. I stroke my cock faster as I zero in on my goal, on pleasuring My Wife until She screams My Name.
I achieve that goal while my face is buried between Her legs, my lips clamped onto Her swollen clit and my fingers thrusting inside Her. The light of Our magic illuminates every corner as Her shouts echo in the small room, and Her wings snap open the same instant that She squirts all over me. The sweet, honeyed taste of Her sends me over the edge, and I moan into Her as I come. Removing my fingers from Her throbbing pussy, I lick them clean before taking extra time to languidly lap at Callie’s crotch, getting every last drop.
“Oh, Az … That was amazing!” She relinquishes Her hold on my neck and lands on the floor next to me, folding Her wings behind her.
“I hope you don’t think I’m done,” I say as I rise to my feet. “On the bed, now, My Love.”
