Page 129 of Demon Food

He whimpered as I exhaled inside his mouth, but he took it.

He took every…last…drop.

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FELORÉ

Icould feel the moment something inside me shifted, but the reason why hit me far too late. By the time the word illuminated from the background of my mind like some distant, murky memory, I’d already accepted it. I’d already taken his gift.

Augmenin.

I’d always heard it described as a medicant that could turn humans into submissive pets, but that wasn’t it at all.

This was deeper than submission. This was awakening something inside me that wanted to fall at his feet. Wanted to exalt his precious name. This was a surrender deep inside the marrow of my bones, unlike anything I’d ever felt.

My fingertips shook as I cupped his face and inhaled his cool breath.

I could see it, his breath. It fogged around us in swirls of glittering white, clinging to the air like bits of frozen fog. I sucked the tiny crystals inside my mouth. They danced across my tongue, popping when I pressed them against the roof of my mouth where they tasted like pure winter. The sweet frost of a sugar pine tree.

Breathe. The command was inside my skull, the pressure of diving too deep underwater.

Breathe. He was seeking entry inside my mind, and I was parting my doors, parting my resistance, letting him inside.

Breathe, human. I did. I inhaled him. I wanted to hear my name on his sweet breath as I sucked. As I swallowed the sugar pine crystals when they slipped down my throat like the icy drug they were.

Then a beautiful devil was kissing me.

His tongue was inside my mouth, plunging as deep as it wanted to go. His teeth were sucking and biting, brutalizing my bottom lip as the metallic tang of copper stung my tongue.

My head was reeling, but there was also so much beauty around me. The colors had heightened in contrast. The textures had emboldened. The clouds in the mural above our heads drifted across the painted sky.

Even the glittering red of my demon’s eyes was richer and inviting like the juice of a ripe cherry.

He still sat on the bed, and I realized I’d been staring in wonder. For how long, I did not know, but something struck me as he thumbed my lower lip and gazed down at me with such hunger in his eyes—this was the first time I’d gotten to fully appreciate his naked body.

How magnificent. His chest was a backcloth of toned muscle that’d funneled down into a narrow waist and a perfect, and I meant perfect cock.

Thick, hard, and lusciously veined, my mouth watered to suck it.

“Worship me, human,” he said. “Worship me with your fucking tongue.”

I fell to my hands, the chain pooling onto the floor as I started at his ankle, my tongue wet and demanding as I licked all the way up. Up his calf and knee. Up his leg and inner thigh. Then I rewet my tongue and licked the length of his cock.

A cry poured from me at how hard he drank. At how intense the pleasure was. I gripped my own cock.

“I did not say you could touch yourself.”

I pulled my hand away like it’d been burned.

“Not until you worship me properly.”

Worship. That word. It was precisely what I must do.

“Yes, my dark prince,” I heard myself say. “With pleasure.”

That was when I felt it. When two icy hands grasped my ass.

I jumped, but the second I whipped my head to glance back over my shoulder, he gripped my jaw and twisted it back.