Page 31 of Caught in the Devil’s Hand

Vallen panted openmouthed against her pussy, for he felt the pleasure just as she did. He dipped his tongue between the shivering walls of her sex and felt the wave of bliss in his loins. He flicked the smooth, slick knot of nerves above her entrance and his hips cupped the floor of the tent. He repeated this endlessly, shoving his tongue inside and then retreating to tease her clit. He still hadn’t taken it with his lips as he had said he would earlier, convinced it would undo them both far too quickly for his liking.

Then again, he was close to falling apart just from tasting and smelling her arousal. He pulled back.

“No, don’t stop,” Shumei begged, even as she gratefully relaxed her shaking lower half. Her lover rose to his knees. His lips were glistening.

“You are glorious,” he said, voice incredibly low—inhuman. Its resonance went straight through her. She shivered, not sure whether from fright or anticipation. What sensations would follow if he lost all control?

He stared at her as he loosened the ties at his waist. He could have undone the flap in front, but instead he shoved the last of his clothes down to his knees. His cock emerged, long, thick, and flushed. The tip glistened, and the shaft bobbed lightly in time with his heartbeat. She mewled at the sight and barely resisted pulling him in with her legs.

“Tell me what you want, Shumei,” he said in that impossibly low voice. She shivered again, her desire deepening. “What do you want? And where?” He held his sex in his hand and looked pointedly at the crux of her legs. She knew exactly what he wanted to hear.

“I want your cock,” she breathed, emboldened by her lust. “My pussy wants it.” He shuddered at her plea, sending back a wave of satisfaction that made her melt. She twisted with impatience. “Please, Vallen. Hurry.”

Taking her legs with him, he leaned over her and caught his weight on his palms. Her feet were in the air, her hips tilted at the perfect angle for her body to accept the cock waiting a kiss away from her core. She moaned at the open, erotic position he had put them in. Her knees were close to touching her shoulders, but her legs were spread wide around his torso, so she had room to breathe. Swiveling his hips, he dragged his sex over her mound and prodded for entrance.

“Vallen, there’s one more word I don’t know,” she panted, heart hammering. His blazing blue eyes, so close to hers, were wild with want. But the emptiness in them now pulled at her, begging for something more than pleasure—even if he didn’t say so, even if he didn’t know so.

“What is it, then? Before I go mad,” he said, guttural.

“What does fuck mean?”

A great wave of need washed over her, one so powerful it drew a broken cry from her throat.

“It’s what I’m about to do to you,” he said, nudging the head of his cock into place. “I’m going to fuck you until this insanity leaves me.”

He was still speaking when he pushed into her, sliding smoothly all the way in. They both cried out, feeling the sensation twofold. She white-knuckled the pillows beneath her, toes curling inside her boots.

Vallen had to admit that though the binding had prevented him from stealing Shumei away, its physical effects more than compensated. To think he had regretted using it for the first time, or that he had even thought to abduct her when watching her resist her desires, and then submit to them, was so satisfying.

He hadn’t discarded all his dastardly strategies—he did want her in a way he had trouble articulating, and not just as a reliable source of energy. But seeing her reach for him, hearing her moan his name and beg for his cock after sensing how hard she tried to deny the pleasure she wanted—pleasure from him… After the life he’d once lived, he shouldn’t derive so much gratification from it. But that was it, though, wasn’t it? Gratification, not triumph. He needed her energy, yes, but he somehow also needed to be the one to fulfill her.

He pulled out slowly, watching for her reaction. Though she had closed her eyes the way many women did, he loved the way she sank her teeth into her lip and turned her head aside when the sensations were too intense. He thrust, marveling at the warm suction of her body pulling him in. Her brow tightened and her lips parted around a sharp moan. He did it again, earning a new sound. He did it again and again.

Shumei was drowning in bliss, awash in heat that slowly covered her in a thin film of sweat. Her legs bobbed lightly in the air as he rocked over her, sighing harshly with every thrust. The sound of it and the motion and the thick, heavy air… But his rhythm was too slow, his strokes too shallow, and she was left at a plateau of sensation with nowhere higher to go.

“Tell me to fuck you hard,” he growled in his demonic voice. “I won’t hurt you, but by the dueling gods, I’ll come close.”

“That’s what I want,” she panted, looking up at him. There was a hint of worship in his blazing eyes.

“I want you to say it.” He thrust a little deeper, eliciting a gasp. “You know how.”

She did, and she couldn’t hide behind her hands this time. “F-Fuck me, Vallen,” she said, forcing past her shyness. “Fuck me as hard as you want.”

He leaned into her, pushing her knees to her shoulders, and gave her what she’d asked for. The only thing louder than the deliciously vulgar slap of their skin was her long, lurching moan. His reflected pleasure bombarded her. Her legs bounced wildly. She had a death grip on the pillows. Her mind was going blank.

Her lover let out a roar of delight, one that made her heart jump. The sound thrilled her, for its inhuman quality reminded her that what she was doing—what she was letting him do, begging him to do—was forbidden. She had met him in secret and had disappeared into the forest with him. She had eagerly spread her thighs for a demon. A devastatingly handsome one, but a demon nonetheless. And he’d more than fulfilled her fantasy—he’d surpassed it. Her abdomen seized, and with a final, scratchy gasp of air, she cried out his name.

Something uncurled inside her and flung out a tendril of sizzling power that made her body arch. Vallen had pulled out, letting her legs fall to either side of his hips. The power jumped from her to him, and he gave a shocked groan. His pleasure splashed onto her stomach. He gripped her knee hard and pumped his other hand up and down his cock.

Eyes half-open, she writhed with ecstasy and watched him do the same. She reveled in it, especially the way he stared at the mess he was leaving on her. His abdomen spasmed with every pulse of his seed. He threw his head back, which made his animalistic groans even deeper, and the tense column of his neck was muscular and beautiful.

Seeing his broad, strong body trembling before her made her feel incredibly powerful. And so did the waves of pleasure he emitted. His desire for her had left him in this state, choked and transported.

He gave a final jerk, then a tired sigh as he sank to his heels. Their bodies quieted. Still catching her breath, she savored the afterglow settling deep in her bones.

Her magic had come out again. She hadn’t tried to stop it, forgetting she could try, but when it had hit Vallen, she could feel a bit of what Majo had described when telling her to simply pull it back, hold it still, and keep it quiet. Like stopping one’s hand from hitting someone or shifting one’s balance to avoid bumping into something.

“You are a rare treasure,” he croaked, voice almost normal again. His eyes had dilated. “At the end, though, what did you do to me?”