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“There,” he breathes. “That is the sound.”
He sucks harder, and I see constellations as the pleasure ricochets around inside me, my heels scrambling at the fur under me.
“More, please,” I gasp.
He obliges, sucking and swirling, teasing and tormenting as my orgasm makes me fling my head from side to side. Animalistic sounds tear from my throat, and nothing matters except what is happening between my legs.
When the waves ebb, I’m trembling, soaked and throbbing. Finally, he pulls back, his red eyes burning into mine. I’m breathless, my body buzzing.
“It is time,” he rumbles, a predatory gleam in his eyes. “I have prepared you as much as possible. Your body will yield, but it will hurt, my little one. For that I am sorry, but the pleasure will erase the pain. Daddy will always take care of you.”
I nod, knowing what’s coming, and my throat tightens. He tugs my body down the altar and climbs up between my legs.
He braces his weight over me, his torso covering me as he presses down. He’s huge. Even kneeling over me, he blots out the ceiling, his fur warm against my skin, and the altar that looked big enough to sleep a family of four is suddenly a twin bed.
He positions himself between my legs, and I gasp as the first connection of blunt pressure against my sex fills me with dread and excitement.
I look down between our bodies where his clawed hand grips his demon-hood.
The head of his cock is thick and red, and ragged veins along it snake around the head and down the shaft, standing out as thick as my fingers, throbbing. I bite my lip as I watch a fleshy bulb swell on the underside, like a second head that looks like some of the extra special designs of women’s sex toys.
“Look all you like.” He sounds almost shy about it. “It is yours. Everything I have is yours. I am a virgin, but I know what to do.”
I can’t help but stare. It is beautiful. It’s also terrifying, and I want it anyway.
“Please.” Geez, Dolly, the begging again. “Daddy. I want it.”
He growls, saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth. “Say it again.”
“Please, Daddy. I want to be a good girl.” He makes an unearthly sound that crackles over my skin.
His hands grip my hips, sharp nails biting gently into my flesh as the pressure at my entrance increases. “You are… Such a good girl for me. So tight,” he groans. “This body—your body—is the holiest thing I’ve ever touched.”
My legs are shaking violently. I’m hissing air through my teeth, my hips twitching as he hovers over me.
“I want you so much,” I stutter, the truth coming out of me involuntarily. “I want to be your queen.”
He roars as my tiny muscles squeeze and squeeze. “I am not worthy of such a queen, but I will earn you, one eternal moment at a time. I will leave the darkness for you.” Emotion flickers in his eyes as he drops his weight down on top of me, his tongue slipping through my lips. “This body will know only pleasure from now on.”
I stroke his shoulders, the fur rough but still soft between my fingers as I grip and hold on, pulling him to me. “I want to give you pleasure too,” I admit, and a ragged chuckle shakes his chest.
My sex hugs around the discomfort as he grimaces and flexes his hips forward, and the pain shoots out like a spiral in my core.
“So warm.” He heaves as he pushes his body forward, my thighs spread to their limit. “I have no control left, little offering. I have no control—”
His body covers me as a low, primal sound fills the cavern, and he ruts into me with brutal force as I dig my nails into the flesh under the fur and scream.
“Forgive me the pain I cause you, but I have never had pleasure like this. I will never get enough.” His admission hits me in the chest even as spikes of hot fire jab down low where he’s pushing, pushing, and I’m opening in ragged jerks and pulses around him.
When he seats fully inside, I’m a trembling, babbling mess.
My skin is hot as he braces himself on his forearms, his chest and fur teasing my nipples as he thrusts, his eyes on mine, and I swear I see…love in them.
“Good girl,” he hisses, his tongue licking the air as his invasion pushes into my belly, and that knot, or whatever it was that grew on the shaft, starts doing things to a spot inside me that is magic, and the pain nearly disappears.
“Daddy—” It’s the only word I know as he flexes in and out, the pressure from the bulb on his cock and his fur against my clit sending me to magical places.
His mountainous body covers me, a sensual, low throb the only thing left of the pain. He pulls out and rocks back in, unlocking a sexual feralness inside of me, and with every punch of his cock inside me, I want more, more.
