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Oh.
“I feed on fear,” he says, quieter now. “A sacrifice’s terror keeps me sustained for a hundred years. When it runs out, your town sends another. Or I come to the town and kill everyone. Seems humans will willingly let another die to save themselves.”
My stomach turns over, and I nod. “Well, I’m fresh out of fear. And terror. I’m not sure I can even manage a little nervousness right now. You licked and tailed it out of me.”
“I know.” His arms tighten around me. “I reached for your fear at the stake and found nothing to eat. You looked at me as though I had kept you waiting.”
“You were kind of late.”
A rumble goes through his chest, maybe a laugh. Then his hand spreads over my belly, and his voice drops. “For nine hundred years, I have wanted nothing from a sacrifice but her fear. Now I want to put a child in you. I do not know what that makes me.”
“Horny,” I say. “It makes you horny.”
His breath grazes my neck. “None were you. None had a voice that claws at my restraint. None had thighs that eclipse the moons.”
I swallow, moon-eclipsing thighs shaking as his tail slips deeper between them.
“Do you want me because of the curse? Or because I showed up to my own sacrifice in black lipstick and called you Daddy?”
He stills. And then, slowly, his lips press to my neck.
“Because the moment I saw you, I forgot why I existed until you called me Daddy.”
I tremble.
His tail slides lower. The tip brushes my folds, and I gasp, clutching his wrist on my belly with both hands.
A low groan rumbles from his chest.
I try to bite back a moan, but his tail flicks over my clit, and I whimper.
The tip is prehensile—intelligent. It circles, strokes, flicks, teasing just enough to drive me mad. Pressure builds behind my ribs. He never takes his eyes off my face.
“You want to come for Daddy’s tail again, little offering?”
I nod, frantic.
“Then come. Feed me with that fire.”
He presses the tip against my entrance and dips in, just enough to send sparks up my spine.
“So tight. So pure. Ready to be desecrated, aren’t you?”
My orgasm rips through me like thunder. My vision whites out. I wail, hips jerking as pleasure detonates in every cell.
And when I open my eyes—
His are flames.
Red fire burns where his pupils should be, and I know I should be terrified right now, but I’m not. Maybe it’s just that I don’t have the capacity for fear anymore, or maybe it’s because I trust him completely.
But whatever it is, I’m so gone for my Demon Daddy that I’d stay here in his arms for eternity and never want to leave.
“Good girl,” he rasps. “Such a good girl for Daddy.”
His tail retreats, slow and slick, trailing my own release down my thighs and across my ass, and I sag against him, boneless.
He gathers me against his chest, all of me folded into the space between his arms. And I swear he’s shaking.
