Page 83 of When I Accidentally Summoned a Demon

She is sin and heaven racing through my veins. I will worship her with every fiber of my being, just as she deserves.

I lick her through another orgasm. Sparks of pleasure shower all over her, and I taste her, lapping up every drop of her delicious arousal. Finally, I drop her legs from my shoulders. They fall, trembling limbs unable to do anything else but straddle me. Her warm pussy rests on my erection, those soaked lips sliding along my hardness. I sense her need, as strong as my addiction.

I don’t release her wrists. Instead, I jerk my tail, forcing her arms up until they fall over my head, settling on the back of my neck. No more than an inch from my face. I stare into her vibrant green pools, finding the gold glint of my soul.

“Are you ready to be fucked like the goddess you are?”

She swallows hard, her gaze never straying. “I’m a little scared.”

I nod in understanding. “The bond between us is…overwhelming.”

“To say the least,” she breathes out.

“Would you like to know something?” I lift a finger, one coated in her juices, and trace her luscious lips. “For once in my life, I have no fear. My emotions are many, but they all follow the same road, hellbent on the same destination. Possession. Hunger. Obsession. Desperation. But above all, love. The kind of burning which lasts through the darkness. My Evening Star. My north star. Every part of me wants the same thing. You.”

I hold her gaze. Her throat works.

“So tonight, I will have your surrender—not because I wish to conquer you, but because I want to give you a gift you have never been given.” My voice lowers. “To be adored. To be wanted without shame. To be held like something holy.”

I brush my forehead against hers. “The force inside me tonight refuses to be quiet, and I will not fight it. It is hungry, starved for centuries. Tonight, I will feed it. I want every guarded, hidden piece of you until I prove the unconditional truth, Vesper.”

My thumb traces her jaw. Her breath shivers. I smile softly. “Tonight…I will fuck your soul.”

Without another moment of hesitation, I grip Vesper’s hips, lift her high, and bring her down, impaling her on my cock. Her scream gets lost in my mouth. The intimacy shocks me down to my core. Her tongue battles with mine, summoning me. I flick mine sharply against hers, tilting my jaw, opening wider, stretching her, holding her here as I fuck her as deeply with my tongue as I do with my erection.

Little whimpers escape as I work her up and down on my staff, reveling in those hot, velvet walls gushing all over me. Tears of unchecked emotion stream down her flushed cheeks. They are a new religion for me.

Her flesh is so warm, so pink, her tits heavy and soft against my chest, the nipples so erect, they are like gems.

Without leaving her cunt, I roll her onto her back, beneath me, spreading her thighs and forcing them up higher. I withdraw to my crown. Vesper gasps into my mouth. No holding back. I ram inside her, pounding and hammering in strong strokes. I’ll fuck every burning scrap of flesh. She’ll feel the imprint of me for all time. And she’ll forever know how I make her scream like no man ever could.

Her hands find my hair, tugging and gripping for dear life. I groan into her mouth, giving her tongue more rapid flicks. With every savage thrust of my shaft, the fever in my blood thickens, racing faster, burning hotter. Desperate for every inch of her, I lower my mouth to her throat, nipping the skin, sinking my teeth into the flesh. She whimpers, but her pussy gushes more, smolders around my length.

I take her breasts in my hands, plumping the heavy mounds, thumbs flicking the peaked tips. I suck each one, reddening them before swinging my tail and cracking the arrow along one ruby red bud.

Vesper hisses, but a thrill courses through me from how she tightens.

“You get off on my tail, don’t you, Ves?” I pause inside her while flicking her other nipple. “Your slutty little cunt just sucked me in deeper. So fucking wet for me. Tell me…when my venom eases the pain of your cramps and brings brighter orgasms, why did you select my tail?”

A little smile finds her mouth. "Because it's an extension of your identity. And while you may have used it for torture for centuries, now it's beautiful torment as you said."

She tugs at the leather strap holding it together, spilling my black locks all around my face. "That tail caught my grandmother's casserole dish. It fought a hellhound. Ozzy has declared war on it twice. It's part of this family now — in an absurd way," she laughs. "We love it."

I laugh with her, but take a moment to fish my tail into my fallen Halloween robe. Vesper’s eyes lift as my tail comes out again, coiled around two bottles. I had prepared in advance, hoping to try anal tonight.

“What—”

“I may have helped myself to some of the holy water after Manny left while you were tending to nature’s call,” I grin, uncapping the bottle, and pouring some onto my tail.

She shakes her head in disbelief. “I love how much you prepare for me.”

“Your needs always come first. Now…what way would you like me to use my tail, Mistress?” I circle the arrowed tip around her nipple. She squeezes around me again.

“I-I um…wouldn’t say no to more breast play.”

I crook a wicked smirk. “Let us see how hard you come from my tail and nothing else.”

“Oh, God, you’re going to be the death of me.”