Page 69 of When I Accidentally Summoned a Demon

THE DAY BEFORE HALLOWEEN

“Ohmyfuckinggod, what the hell is your problem?!” I finally snap at Valefar after the sixth time in the past two minutes that he’s been sniffing me since I got out of the shower.

He snaps his head up, a little wounded. I soften, easing out a sigh while tousling a hand through my wet hair. I know he’s not purposefully trying to be annoying. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bite your head off.”

Vaelfar’s hands fly to his face, checking to make sure it’s still there. I can’t help but laugh and cross the space between us to hug him. “It’s just an expression. It means I’m sorry for snapping at you. But seriously, Big Guy, why do you keep smelling me?”

His nostrils flare again, and I try to be patient. “You have a new aroma,” he declares and inhales deeply. “It is different. It is…delicious. And it is coming from your womanly haven.”

Oh. Duh. The spotting. Of course.

His tail curls under my towel, teasing along my thighs. I clench, jerking back, my cheeks flushed. No, all of me is definitely fucking flushed.

Valefar knows exactly when I’m flushed with irritation and desire. More of the second than usual. Especially with how hot he looks in nothing but a towel.

He doesn’t hesitate to step toward me. I move back, only to hit the bedroom wall.

“What are you hiding, my beautiful Vesper?”

No time to escape. He closes in, his big hands settling on my waist, firm enough to hold me but without digging his claws in. His dick bulges, straining the fabric at his hips. My breath hitches as hunger and intrigue flash all over his features. “Tell me your secrets, Mistress. Show me the source of such a heavenly scent. Drop the towel.”

“Valefar, I—” I croak a little and swallow as his tail inches more, swiping to the highest spot on my thigh. “There’s this thing women usually get once a month. I have a hormonal IUD, so mine basically disappeared after Bethie. Apparently, my uterus decided to make an unscheduled visit and rise from the dead just in time for fucking Halloween.” I wince as a sharp cramp throbs through me again.

He inhales frustration through his nose. “Enough talking!” He gets that prodigy dom tone, and I nearly melt. “Now, are you going to drop the towel, or must I do it for you?”

He bares his pointed teeth and growls. Oh, that damn demon. He knows how much that turns me on. The heat between my thighs grows, blooming out, sinking into my blood, and igniting tingles along my skin. It’s almost enough to chase away the cramps.

After a final clench, I surrender, letting the towel slip down my body and pool to the floor.

“Ahh!” Valefar snarls and dives between my legs.

“Whoahohfuckfuuuck!” I shriek because he’s already lifted me clear off the floor, propped my legs on his shoulders, and buried his tongue inside my pussy. No regard for the blood seeping from my entrance.

“What is this feminine witchery?!” he asks, retracting his tongue briefly and using his fingers to spread my lips. “You bleed, but you have no wound. And you smell so divine and so sinful all at once. I must explore this womanly phenomenon.”

“Don’t let me stop yo-ahh!”

I seize hold of his horns as he licks me. No. He devours me. More than any other time he’s eaten me out, he ravishes me, his tongue lapping and laving at every crease and fold of my pussy until it sinks inside my opening. And the sensation washing through my core is indescribable! Ripples of warmth unfurl inside my cunt, curling like heated liquid ribbons. My fingers turn white from how hard I grip his horns.

I have never been gladder that Bethie is at my aunt’s for a Halloween play date.

Need burns in my blood. “Ohhh, you goddamn demon, whatever you’re doing, don’t stop!” I nearly squeal as his tongue swipes at all my inner flesh. He’s going deep, deeper than ever, his tongue stimulating every scrap of flesh. When his tongue presses down on my G-spot, I squeeze my thighs and roll my hips, so close to the peak.

And then, his tail finds my clit, vibrating and rubbing it hard and fast and strong.

The sensation crests suddenly and completely. Heat spirals through me in wild, trembling waves until I feel less like a woman and more like a wild creature. My breath disappears as my back arches into the feeling before I can think to resist it.

The demon doesn’t stop. “Oh, fuck, Valefar, what are you⁠—”

His tongue ejects, solely so he can growl, “I am not done.” I swear the sound vibrates like a live wire right up my birth canal. “Ughnn, you taste so good. So sweet. So damn succulent.”

He strokes his tongue in long, slow swipes along my folds, circling my clit, then closing his lips around to suck the swollen flesh.

Everything below my pelvis turns to a molten river. I can’t feel my muscles, only thousands of hot tingles like embers skating across my skin. Back-to-back moans escape my throat as the pleasure rolls through me like a mad fever.

His tail slides inside me this time, and I know I’m going to explode again. Tremors shudder through my body with the force of the oncoming orgasm. My trembling hands stray to my nipples, but he shoves them away, slaps one swell, then rubs the hard, pointed buds while his mouth stays sealed to my pussy.

Three pumps of his tail are all it takes. I erupt. Lightning sensations crackle along my spine as the passion radiates in quivering, hot pulses, rolling outward until my thoughts scatter, my breath catches hard, and my back bows helplessly beneath the rush of the overwhelming bliss.