She could devour half this club, and I’d still think she’s precious.
I’d also really like to see what she tastes like. Pulling my tail free from her cunt, I bring it to my lips. I’m not above deep throating the appendage to get the last vestiges of her sweet pussy from every nook and cranny, but I bet I look like a weirdo.
Oh, well.
Still worth it.
My eyes fall shut as I groan, but they pop open again as Hazel spins to face me. Her cheeks are a rosy hue that fills my chest with pride. Except I’m sucking on my own tail like it’s a monster cock… Awkward.
I let the appendage fall from my lips and wrap it around her backside as her hands come to rest on my chest.
Her long lashes flutter, and she slides her palms down my sides. “You asked what’s next…” She teases even lower, dipping her fingers into the waistband of my jeans.
Did I ask that?
Shit.
My brain is short-circuiting.
I guess I did. I just got distracted with how delectable her pussy tastes on my tongue.
The backs of her fingers brush my abs, and she moves to work my belt. “I thought I could return the favor.”
I bite my lip to keep from groaning.
How do I explain to her that while she can suck me off, and I’llabsolutelyenjoy every second of it, there’s very little chance I’ll actually be able to come from a blow job.
Practically zero if we want to get technical with percentages.
It’s the curse of being a sex demon. Yeah, I can pick up scraps of magic from her desire for me and even her joy at pleasing me, but my system is especially stubborn.
My face feels hot as I blurt all of that out.
Hazel’s lip pokes out adorably. “And I was just celebrating that I got your jeans open.” Her soft fingers brush down my length, and my wings twitch. “Okay, so how do you feel about the stage? I’m not comfortable being down in the orgy.”
I barely have the chance to process her words before we’re siphoning.
Hazel lands on top of me in the club chair. A quick glance around determines we’re in the one on the right on the stage. It gives mea full view of all the escapades playing out in the pit, but Hazel is what I want to focus on.
I’m also not sure I want any of those assholes in the audience stealing a peek at whatever comes next. Wrapping my hand in her hair, I bend to meet her for a filthy kiss that has our tongues dancing in the air.
I dose her with a small hit of lust, and it ravishes her system. She shivers, grinding over my lap. Once she’s converted the lust into an even more potent food source, I pull it back.
It still leaves her buzzing with my magic, but it allows me to dose the club with the excess. I wasn’t lying when I told her she drained me dry earlier. It’s no big deal, though. It’s much easier for me to refuel than it is for her, especially with that feathered asshole hunting her.
“Can you lean forward?” Hazel asks, tugging up the bottom of my tank top. “I want to feel your skin against mine.”
I chuckle. “I’ve got you.”
Bringing a hand to my front, I use my magic to disintegrate my shirt and jacket. I don’t focus well enough to know where it reappears, but likely it’s upstairs in my room.
Hazel’s greedy gaze moves from my chest down my stomach, landing on my open jeans. “Well, I’m not sure I want either of us completely nude in a room full of people, so I’m serious this time.Lift up.”
“Yes, ma’am.” I grin and push up with my feet flat on the floor while shoving my jeans down around my thighs. Taking the opportunity, I use a bit of magic to send my belt wherever my shirt and jacket landed. No one wants to be poked with a belt while they’re fucking.
Hazel doesn’t hesitate to push up on her knees, allowing her to fist my length.
While she’s busy, I pop her tits out the top of her dress. I made a good choice picking one with a stretchy top.
