Page 12 of When I Accidentally Summoned a Demon

“Vale, are you still⁠—”

“You told me not to stop, Mistress,” he points out with a crafty smile.

I tap his cheek, smirking at the muscle bouncing in his jaw. “Very true. Do you want to stop?” I ask as he pumps stronger and deeper.

He shakes his head, his lids growing heavy as he rakes his predatory gaze all over my body. When the gaze pauses at my breasts, my heart skips a beat, and an ache punches through my chest.

“Do you want something more?” I wonder, arching my back, my nipples hardening more, eager for his tongue.

Without pausing from his thrusts, he nods firmly.

“Tell me,” I urge, recognizing I must give him proper commands, as if I’m loosening his tongue or something. We’ll work on that. I want him to be comfortable. I want both of us to feel safe to be unsafe with each other.

A low growl works in his throat, his focus still on my tits. “I want to touch them. I want to mark them. I want to grip and slap and lick and suck them.”

I don’t hesitate to lean in and whisper in his ear, “Do it. Do it all.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

My pussy clenches at the stronger growl. It clenches more when he takes what he wants, giving me what I want. My tits have always been hypersensitive.

He slaps each swell with the perfect amount of force—firm but tender—enough to redden but not bruise. He kneads my breasts, and I tip my head back, surrendering to every sensation. His long, rough tongue sneaks out to rasp my nipple, and I buck, burrowing my nails into the back of his neck, urging him on more. He flicks each pebbled tip with his tongue, circling the buds, then finishing in a strong suck.

With him throbbing and pushing and shoving inside me, with his tail tormenting my clit, with his mouth at my breast, I rocket into another orgasm, biting back a scream. Back-to-back gasps leave my throat, along with sounds I’ve never made before, desperate shrieks, needy whimpers. His neck is not enough. But when I seize his horns, oh God, something happens.

His teeth sink into my breast. He slams against me. Over and over, he practically beats up my pussy, goring it with his monster cock while his teeth drag over the swells of my tits and up to my neck. The orgasm rages on inside me. Or maybe it’s a second. I can’t tell. All I know are the endorphins, the pure ecstasy coursing through me.

The bite comes next.

Those sharp teeth plunge into my neck, and I yelp, but he doesn’t stop. And I don’t want him to. Because the burning sting fades into a rippling, curling ribbon of heat. It unravels in my neck, pulsing into my bloodstream and swelling in the most beautiful delirium I have ever experienced.

“What was that?” I gasp. “Oh, fuck!” I roll my hips, clamping around his member again.

“Demon venom,” he purrs against my neck, his tongue licking the site. “And your blood is a bounty. Rich and exquisite, my Lady Ves. Hold my horns. I’m going to⁠—”

He unleashes himself. Full beast mode. It hurts and burns like nothing I’ve ever felt. But it’s also the most glorious, fulfilling pressure I’ve ever felt. Rabid thrusts, feral groans, monstrous growls, all rage until he buries himself inside me like a blade to a sheath, exploding, firing off ropes of hellfire cum inside me. Another orgasm powers through me, and I grit my teeth around a screech until I finally collapse, breaths heaving and cleaving, my heartbeat hammering in my eardrums.

Finally, Valefar stops.

In the burning, thrumming aftermath of the purest pleasure I’ve ever known—however impure—, Valefar breathes hot and heavy against my neck. A touch of his lips in a gentle kiss here. A sigh of sated masculinity there. His chest presses down on mine without crushing. My legs loosen, still trembling.

It feels so right.

More intimate, more vulnerable, and more powerful than anything I’ve ever experienced.

“Valefar?”

“Hmm…” he groans against my neck.

“You are dangerously close to making me want to keep you.”

He lifts his head, nose brushing mine, cock twitching, happy and fat inside me. “If you wish to keep me, Lady Ves, I will happily and humbly be your slave.”

I can’t help but smile, but I stroke my fingertips along his vigorous jaw and declare, “Let’s just stick with lover, okay, big guy?”

“As you wish. Mistress.”

Well. In one night, I managed to successfully summon a demon, brought him home with me, and fucked him in the shower.