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I gasp when it starts to vibrate.
“You will call me Daddy. And you will moan it when I bring you pleasure. Or scream it. Say it now…you are feeling pleasure, are you not?”
The tail doubles down on its strumming, the water rippling as Kenny swoops overhead, and it’s like a tether pulling me down, down, down into this blissful madness.
“You’re impossible.” I do my best to stay coherent, but the tension is building, and a girl can only take so much tail before she loses all sense of propriety. “Daddy…” I whimper, bucking against the tip as it strums me like a harp.
He hums. “You are unlike any offering I’ve claimed. The others… they sobbed. Fainted. That was the curse handed down to me, that all would see me and despair.”
“Yeah, well. I bite,” I purr, the orgasm building, my toes curling under the water.
“And you sparkle like the blood moon.” He lowers his snout, his tongue traveling along my lips, that odd but incredible scent of chocolate swirling in his breath. “Now, come for me and call me Daddy. Do it now.”
Something clicks inside me like his order flipped a switch. His mouth mounts to mine, and he kisses me.
My first kiss, and with tongue.
And what a tongue it is.
I’m gasping against his mouth when the orgasm races up from my feet, expanding in my core as his hands come down to hold my breasts, keeping my convulsing body from going under as I spasm, and my insides contract.
He breaks our kiss as I pant and suck air into my burning lungs.
“Daddy!” I give it to him because…well, I want to. “Daddy. Daddy. Daddy, please, thank you—”
The words start to blend together as I babble. Something breaks open in my chest, a warmth, but it’s more. Deeper. Thunderous.
I feel like I have a father for the first time. I barely remember my own. He was kind, sure, but this…oh God, or the devil…this man-beast makes me feel cared for. Cherished. Desired and yes, like a princess as his tail slides into my opening, breaching my body, and the demon joins in my bliss with another roar, his cock thrusting between my tits, still fountaining red cum all over my flesh.
Chapter 6
I’m dragged from the water as the last of the convulsions arch my back, my limbs boneless but twitching as he pulls me into the warmth of his furry chest.
“What…” I shiver a little, and he growls like my being cold is personally offensive to him. He pulls me tighter and leads me around one of the massive pillars. Before I know it, a fire springs up in a hearth cut into the rock itself, and I see the floor is covered with sheepskins. “What were you before all this curse stuff? Demon king? Fallen angel? Goatherd?”
He lays me down on the nearest skin, and with a flick of his finger the flames leap higher in the fireplace, warming my bare skin as he lowers himself beside me and pulls me into his embrace.
His fur isn’t even damp. The heat from his body and some magic demon voodoo going on here is confusing but handy.
His arms tighten, tail going back to teasing my pussy with lazy, possessive loops. “A god of the forgotten places. The places that people fear to tread. Banished when the other gods grew soft and wanted humanity’s love rather than terror.”
My heart does a weird little skip. “Seriously?”
“My power frightened the heavens. They cast me down. Over nine hundred years ago. Bound me here, no longer wandering at my own will, feeding on the fear of any human who crosses my path. A sacrifice every hundred years to contain my fury and push me to the point of madness. But heaven is fond of a loophole.” His tail flicks. “If a sacrifice ever speaks my true name, the binding breaks. I can return to choosing for myself on whom I wish to feed and how many and how often. I can leave this place. Sacrifices were never my preferred source of sustenance.”
“And nobody’s said it?”
“I told you, it is not easy for mortal tongues. Nine sacrifices, little one. Each has tried. One bit clean through her tongue.”
“So you’ve stayed cursed for nine hundred years because nobody can pronounce your name?”
A long, wounded pause. “Yes.”
“Wow. That’s so embarrassing for you.” I tip my head back against his chest to find his face. “What happened to them? After?”
His tail goes still between my legs.
“They do not go home, offering.”
