A gigantic, vein-wrapped, silky-smooth,graydick.
In fact… it looked exactly like the dildo she’d secretly wanted to buy the one time she’d been brave enough to walk into a sex shop. She’d done laps around the store to keep staring at it, but in the end, she’d chickened out and left without buying anything. She’d thought about that damned dildo every time she masturbated since.
Well, now here it was again, attached to a very large, very aroused demon who had just given her an orgasm with his tail.
See: alternate reality dream world.
She was equal parts turned on and nervous. Or maybe she was just turned on because, before she knew what she was doing, she had reached out and wrapped her hands around him.
Both hands. Because one wasn’t enough to get a good grip.
His eyes went hooded, and his spine arched as a sharp breath escaped him.Holy mother of God.She couldn’t stop staring, her eyes traveling up and down his body, trying in vain to take in every detail at once.
She stroked up, her fingers getting slicked with the moisture leaking from the tip, and she spread it around the head. He started to growl again.
That sound…If she’d been hiking in the jungle she would have started screaming, but knowing it came from him just made her hungrier.
She bent and licked the head over the slit. His chest heaved, and his claws dug into the mattress. Licking her lips, she stretched her mouth open as wide as she could and then popped it over the top.
His head dropped back, and the sexiest moan she’d ever heard rolled out of him like thunder.
She stretched her jaw wider, taking him further into her mouth, feeling like the most powerful being in the universe. His legs spread and he flexed his claws, probably tearing holes in her bed sheets.I’m a bloody goddess.
Her jaw already ached from his size, but she wasn’t stopping for anything. His tail snaked up her back and wrapped around her hair, holding it off her face. She moaned as she remembered it penetrating her, and he made another sexy growl as the sound vibrated around his shaft.
She hummed again, moving her hands in opposition to her lips. She could barely swallow half of him, and she was pretty sure her jaw might have locked open, but she didn’t give a damn.
“Lily…” It came out like a snarl. His head dropped again and then lifted like he couldn’t bear to look away. He sagged into his elbows and then spread them apart and collapsed onto his back.
“Lily—” His abs clenched, rippling with strength as his hips rolled. It seemed to take all his control not to thrust into her mouth, but she was glad he held back because it was going to take some practice to take him any deeper than she currently was.
Practice… because she wanted to do this again.
“Lily, I—” More moans rolled out of him as she increased her pace, her eyes watering now from the painful stretch in her jaw. “You must—” His claws tore up the sheets as he flexed them again and again. “I can’t—”
She used her bottom hand to grip his sack, as gray as the rest of him, and massaged gently. His words dissolved into snarls, and he seemed to transform into a mindless beast before her eyes. His tail tightened around her hair, and his whole body tensed, every muscle flexing, every vein standing out.
And then his head tipped back, and with a hoarse shout, he came into her mouth.
The first jet hit her gag reflex, and she choked. Her lips broke the seal, and his release ran down his shaft over her hands. But she didn’t pull back. Streams of hot cum filled her mouth, but she was too full of his cock to swallow it all, and she choked, more spilling around her lips.
Her eyes teared up, and a vague panic sensation told her to gasp for air, but she loved it. She loved every single second of everything.
She felt like she was flying. She felt like the sexiest woman in the universe. There was cum all over her mouth and hands, and she was sucking a demon’s dick, and it was the best damn thing that had ever happened to her.
The tension drained out of him with a final, primal growl, and then his tail wrapped around her throat and guided her off his shaft. He didn’t choke her, but he held her firmly, and it was perfect. He was careful with her, but he didn’t treat her like a breakable doll, and she loved that too.
Smiling, heart racing with the thrill of the moment, she wiped her mouth with her arm since her hands were already covered. She held them out for him to see.
“You made me all wet.” She squirmed at the drugged look in his eyes.
“Wipe it on yourself.” His voice was deeper than she’d ever heard it. “I want you covered in my scent.”
She did, cupping her breasts and sliding her palms over her stomach like she was getting oiled up for a bikini photoshoot.
She wasn’t thinking about her rolls and stretch marks. She was lost in his eyes and feeling this primal fire burning inside at the thought of appeasing his feral instincts.
No, he wasn’t an alpha wolf in a mating ritual; he was something way better. He was her demon hunter, a deadly, elusive creature of Hell that had stalked the realms longer than she could fathom.
