“These fucking tits,” I groan, running the backs of my fingers over her tight nipples.
It reminds me, it might be a good idea to do away with my claws. In full monster form, they’re a little extreme. Focusing my intent allows my hands to transform until my claws are just pointy nails.
The noises from the pit get even louder, and I wrap my wings around her back to give us a bit of privacy. It doesn’t block her completely from view, but it helps me feel like more of a gentleman. She’s also facing away from the room, which should help her forget they’re even there.
A gentleman would siphon her back upstairs to make this a private encounter.
Yes, well, my conscience can fuck off.
I’m a sex demon, not a gentleman.
“Dammit, why did no one teach me the clothing trick?” Hazel mumbles, circling my crown with her thumb.
“What’s bothering you, baby doll?”
“My underwear.”
“Ahh, I see.” Working my hand up the front of her dress, I use a bit of magic to handle her panties.
Hazel drops my shaft, pinning it to my pelvis, and grinds her slick cunt over the underside. “Do the thing with your tongue, please?”
My head tilts, and I focus on her thoughts. Normally, Hazel has some of the most impressive mental shields that I’ve ever come up against, but at the moment, they’re down.
She wants me to tease her tits with my tongue, and I’m happy to oblige. The naughty little vixen wraps a hand around my horn to keep steady as she reaches between us, gripping my cock and guiding it to her opening.
My horns are an erogenous zone just like my wings, and feeling her squeeze it as she holds on makes my tip leak.
The look of concentration on her face leads me to believe she’s not doing it on purpose or to be cheeky. She’s just so caught up in the moment that she has no idea what she’s doing.
I tease a hand around to grip her luscious arse, and my nails dig into her skin as she sinks down on my crown. A hiss escapes my lips, and I struggle against the urge to buck up into her.
Her teeth dig into her lower lip, and she rises on her knees and falls all over again.
“That’s a lot,” she chokes out.
I retract my tongue from her tits to make it easier to speak. “Fuck.” I move my free hand to cradle her skull. “I can swap to partially shifted or human form. It’ll adjust my size.”
Her head shakes, making her hair fall around her shoulders. “I’m not human. I can handle a little pain to take you as you’re meant to be.”
If someone were to snap a picture of me at this very moment, I’m sure I would have emoji heart eyes as I stare at Hazel’s beautiful face.
Being a sex demon is a mixed bag.
My life revolves around pleasure, but it’s always focused on how best to please my partner to ensure I get a full meal.
No one ever offers to make sex good for me. I’m just excellent at being selfish to ensure I have fun too.
Hazel gets back to bouncing on my dick, and her pert tits jiggle with every grind of her hips.
An especially demonic growl rattles out of my chest, and I pull her mouth to mine while bringing my tail to tease her clit. She kisses me back, her desperation for me flooding my mind at the contact.
I don’t technically need to breathe, but it steals all the air from my lungs. I have no intention of ever letting this darling not-quite-a-witch escape.
I want Hazel to be mine.
In the permanent sense.
Like with a claiming bite and strings that mean forever.
