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“Rude.” I scoff with a huff. “I gave him a name, like he’s family, and he flies away without even a thank you.”
“I told you, he has opinions.”
I shrug. “Don’t we all?”
Then my demon wraps his arms around me, sliding in behind me in the water, all heat and wet fur.
He’s draped lazily against the back of the pool now, legs spread wide enough to park a truck between as he pulls me, half-floating, against him, so my back is to his chest.
The top of my head doesn’t even clear his collarbone. He winds my wet hair around one long finger and starts to play with it.
I let my hands trail down his thighs under the water, feeling the tough muscle under the wet fur. My mouth goes dry, and images of kissing him tumble around in my head, but that’s not all.
That massive beast of a cock is poking at my spine between my shoulder blades, keeping me buoyant and centered. His dick is longer than my forearm…maybe my arm if it keeps doing that growing thing. And there’s something else against the crack of my ass. His balls, firm and the size of a couple of softballs.
I half turn, winding my fingers down and up, and the tension in his muscles flexes and ebbs as I start to squeeze and massage the hard sinew of flesh.
At first, he exhales, and I hear his tongue flicking in the air and wonder if anyone has ever been kind to him. Ever touched him willingly.
“You are the one scaring me now, little one.”
His voice slithers down my spine as his cock starts to heat against my back.
“Big scary demon is scared of the little blonde virgin sacrifice? How is that?” I rub his legs vigorously, running my hands up and down through the fur and over the twitching musculature.
My breasts bob upward, nipples drawn so tight they hurt. His hips start to pump under the water, sloshing it around my buoyant form, and I curl my fingers under his knees to hold myself steady.
His hands land on my breasts, claws biting into the flesh in five places where they dig in.
“You are making me want things I have never wanted. I am a virgin, as you humans call it. I have never mated, never had that instinct before. My cock has never risen for any of the other brides. But…” He groans, rasping his rough palms over my nipples, then pinching them with all five claws as I gasp and splash, my body jerking as things inside me demand attention.
“But what?” I whisper, hoarsely.
“I do not wish to hurt you, precious little one, but I will mate with you.”
I swallow as he toys with my nipples, my eyelids falling. “I’ve never been touched before like this. By anyone. Not even a kiss. I didn’t know it would feel so good.”
He hisses from behind me, and I open my eyes as he works my body forward so I’m floating, my head now held up by the steel shaft underwater.
“You better not know.” He pinches the flesh of my breasts again, harder, tugging them upward so my back bows. “You are mine. I would paint the above world red with the blood of any man that touched you.”
His voice holds truth and a coldness I remember only from the first words he spoke when he came to claim me at the stake. He is a demon after all, and I search his face and see the rage and fear there.
Then there’s something slick and warm teasing my thighs. His cock is still steady and hard against my spine, so whatever is under the water right now is not his dick.
“Are you… tailing me right now?”
His chuckle rumbles through me. “Just keeping you entertained.”
The tip pushes my knees apart. One, then the other. I shift and feel it move upward. Damn thing has intentions.
“So,” I say, trying to act casual while my body basically turns into a live wire, “what’s your name? Or do I just call you Daddy Demon forever?”
His barrel chest expands against my back. “My name is not for mortal tongues.”
“Okay, yeah, I know, that’s edgy. But should I call you something? Besides Daddy?”
His tail finds my clit and starts to spin. Applying the perfect amount of pressure, slipping, then releasing, up and back, and I cannot think.
