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“You’re jerking off,” I mouth around the bite of food. “While you’re feeding me, your tail is—” I scratch my nose, focusing, mesmerized by the seemingly sentient appendage working up and down the demon’s man rod.
“You’ve awoken things in me that do not wish to wait. But you are hungry, and your needs will always trump mine, little one.” He reaches for the honeycomb, squeezing it until a glob of golden liquid piles onto his middle finger.
He lowers it to my lips. “Suck. Let’s see what else this mouth can do besides talk back.”
Gulp.
The finger intrudes my mouth without my approval, but the way it makes my insides clench is consent enough, I guess.
The pad of his finger is rough as I suck the sweet thickness from the tip, moaning around his digit as he narrows his eyes, his tail moving faster up and down, up and down his log-thick manhood, and a rush of that red liquid spurts from the tip.
“Little one.” His head falls back, and I suck harder. I feel more powerful than I have my entire life. I’ve got a demon by the nuts basically, his finger in my mouth as I do my best to mimic an act I’ve never done, but I get the general idea from some videos.
I start using my tongue, raising my hands to circle his wrist and move his thick finger in and out of my mouth, the long claw nail at the end tickling the back of my throat, making me gag.
Between bites of food and honey, I’m pretty content in the food department, and right now other things matter more to me.
“Your mouth is magic.” The fleshy sound from his masturbation mixes with the fast pace of his ragged breathing, my fingers woven through the fur on his wrist, the tendons and bones hard under my grip as his eyes lock onto mine. “Stop.”
The tail stops, his cock standing there like a lost soul with red flowing from the tip as he tugs his hand from my grip, my mouth agape as his finger exits, leaving me slippery between my legs, my nipples tingly, and I’m not sure what I did wrong.
“I will not receive this pleasure until I am breeding you, little one. Daddy has restraint, even when you make it difficult.” His erection loses none of its girth or length as I breathe through my mouth, unsure what to say.
That’s when I notice the bat.
It hangs off his left horn like a Christmas ornament, a scrap of black leather about the size of my fist with two pinprick red eyes, and they are definitely looking at me.
“There’s a bat on your horn,” I mumble, pointing, tipping my head to the side and squinting, making sure I’m seeing things correctly as a prickly heat spreads over my exposed chest.
“Yes.”
“Is he yours?”
“He has been with me since before your Vermont was a word.” He sounds long-suffering. “He has opinions.”
The bat and I study each other.
“Does he bite?”
“I’m sure he does. He’s a bat. But he is petulant and opinionated.”
“What’s his name?” I gesture to the dangling rodent, who stretches his wings and yawns, offering me a glimpse of white fangs sharpened to pinpoints, and I think of the bats that used to fly around the town square in the evening sky.
Was this little furry friend of Demon Daddy one of them?
Something tells me no.
He’s a rogue male, and something about that makes me smile. This underworld bachelor pad is far more domesticated than I expected, with roasted fowl, raw honey, and furry pets.
“He has no name,” he tells me as he slides off the pool's edge and into the water.
I narrow my eyes. “Or does he just not have a name mortal mouths can pronounce?” The bat keeps his beady red eyes locked on mine as the demon considers my question, then shakes his head. “Well, I’m naming him Kenny.”
“Why…Kenny?”
“Because Dolly had a Kenny.” That clears up nothing for him, and I don’t care. “Hi, Kenny.”
Kenny unhooks himself, flaps one slow circle around my head like he’s measuring me for something, and vanishes up into the dark.
