Demon's Embrace (12 page)

She was no longer sure what it was she begged him for, all she wanted was more, more of what he did to her, more of him, of Ash.

Ash drew her hardened nipple into his mouth, sucked the whole tip of her breast. His tongue swirled around her areole as her pussy flexed around his tail. He sucked hard on her, her nipple rigid against his tongue. He suckled as she moaned and clutched at his arms, his shoulders, for balance, then one hand speared up into his hair to press his mouth harder against her.

Her skin tasted incredible, the soft scent of it filled him. Need exploded within him too and suddenly he was devouring her, scraping his teeth over her tender flesh as she cried out, her hands tightening on him as her inner muscles pulsed around his tail.

Her nipples were as hard as small pebbles. Ash crushed his mouth against her breasts, first one then the other. He savaged them, nipped at her stiffened peaks. He strummed her clit with his fingers as his tail pumped inside her. It moved within her as she shuddered with pleasure and her lashes fluttered over those enchanting eyes.

Suddenly her back arched and her essence burst free. She cried out as she came and he devoured her, suckled hard as her sweet essence filled him. Thought vanished. All he could do was feast on her.

Desperately, Ash drank her pleasure in great gulps as it poured out of her. Her effervescent spirit flooded him, banished the darkness that hovered at the edges of his soul. It felt wonderful. She quivered, shook in his arms. Her pussy clenched around his fluttering tail as her hips bucked with each hard pull of his mouth on her breast.

Ash’s hand locked in her hair, drew her head back and to the side and struck again, his fangs sinking deep into her throat.

She cried out in pleasure as his tail moved inside her. She came, again, hard and fast, her body bucking as he fed, drew a great mouthful of her. Nearly delirious, Ash let the taste of her pleasure burst into his mouth, his hand tight in her hair. Her hands clutched at him to pull his mouth harder against her throat, her soft cries of glory blinding him to anything but her.

With each hard pull of his mouth on her throat, her hips jerked against his thumb on her clit and pleasure rushed through her to erupt into his mouth.

She wailed softly as his tail pulled out of her, as his tongue stroked over her throat, over the small wounds there.

Carefully wrapping his arm around her, Ash lifted her and turned.

Swiftly but gently, he laid her on the bed, her hips on the edge, her legs spread, her glorious fiery hair sprayed across his scarlet sheets like a pool of flame.

Dazed with pleasure Miri was lost to anything except Ash, to the feel of his mouth on her.

He was magnificently, gloriously masculine, every sleek muscle taut, etched into sharp relief by the fire and shadow of the candles. His cock was rampant, rigid, incredibly long and thick. Her mouth watered to take it as her pussy clenched, wanting to be filled. He was huge, the broad head of his cock had already wept a glistening drop of precum. His shaft twitched as his gaze raked her.

“Ash,” she whispered.

Want, desire, lust, none of them came close to matching what she felt in that moment. He was astonishing. And hers. His expression was strained.

This was her Vision made real.

“Please,” she whispered, aching with need.

That was all it took.

Ash couldn’t stand it any longer, he had to have her, had to take her, to feel her sweet pussy, so hot, so wet, so very tight, close around his throbbing cock. The need to feel her clenched around him, to feel his cock spearing up into her depths, was simply too great.

Control vanished.

Ash plunged into her with no finesse, just need. Her tightness resisted him futilely as he rammed his aching shaft deep inside the smooth damp velvet of her. He battered at her. She cried out and arched at his erotic assault on her. Her legs spread to take him even as he caught them. He plunged deeper as he pushed those long lovely legs back, her knees folding as he opened her even further to his invasion.

In all his long life Ash had never felt anything as glorious as this, as Miri’s tight pussy closed around him, pumped him even as her hips did. His wings beat to drive him deeper into that tight silken sheathe with each strong stroke, giving each thrust that much more power as he hammered against her, into the heated glory that was Miri. His Miri.

She writhed in ecstasy beneath him. Her hips lifted to rub the head of his cock against the top of her channel and pleasure shivered through both of them. He felt her quiver even as he did.

He took her hard, battered at her, rammed his shaft balls deep into her, they slapped against her with each driving thrust.

Miri took him in return, as wild beneath him as he was on top of her.

So full. Miri groaned to feel him so deep inside her, as his cock slammed into her, as he stretched her, as the sheer size of him drove a deep moan from her. Yet she gloried in it as he filled her so completely, as his shaft pistoned into her. She bucked and writhed to feel him inside her, to be so full of him, needing to feel his hard member so very deep inside her.

She clutched at him hen he rammed his cock inside her. Her hips lifted, bucked and her legs spread almost instinctively. Her hands fell away to clutch at the slick satin cover for purchase, hanging on desperately. Miri cried out as he swelled within her, throbbed.

Miri looked up to see him arched above her, so beautiful, so gloriously male, every magnificent muscle locked as he fucked her. With a cry, she came again.

Looking down at Miri’s beautiful face, her hands locked tightly in the bedcovers, her tight internal muscles clenching to stroke him while she trembled in helpless ecstasy, Ash exploded. It felt as if he burst inside her, erupted to bathe her sweet pussy in his hot cum, with his seed, his essence.

Her hips jolted, her slick internal muscle milked his cock deliciously. She took him, took his essence as her hands slid up his arms to cling to him. He arched over her as he emptied into her, flooded her with his own ecstasy. Pleasure raced through him and he shuddered with the glory of it.

In wonder Ash looked down at her, at the sated deep pleasure in her eyes. It wasn’t possible to love another living creature more than he did Miri in that moment, with his cock buried so deep within her. He slid his arms around her and lowered his forehead until it touched hers. Wonder touched his once-cold heart.

He’d thought himself too broken, although he’d voiced that thought to no one, not even Asmodeus, his closest friend.

A soft hand cupped his cheek. He looked down into ethereal green eyes and saw understanding there within them.

 “Mine,” he said, gathering her into his arms.

“Always,” she breathed.

“Hungry?” he asked.

Laughing, she said, “Starving.”

Ash woke in the predawn hours, something unsettling him. He’d always been an early riser, though. Although he’d only slept for a short time he’d rested enough especially now that he’d truly fed. Until the Daemonae had finally retreated to the other plane going on such short sleep hadn’t been uncommon for him or any of his brothers, not with enemies searching for them.

It was a new and entirely unexpected pleasure to wake to Miri in his arms. The sea-scent of her filled him. For a moment, he just drew in that sweet aroma and savored the sensation of her warmth in his arms.

With a flick of his finger, he lit a candle so he could look at her. She was such a wonder to him.

Her body was spooned against his, her torso turned slightly toward him, drawn tight against him by his arms around her. One arm was wrapped beneath her neck to cross her chest so he could clasp one firm breast, the warm weight of it wonderful in his hand while the other was around her waist. His legs were tangled around hers as his tail caressed her beneath the sheets. He brushed her lush red hair back from her face.

Her skin was so soft, as delicate as a rose petal.

It was cool in the room, almost cold. Ash unfolded one wing, arched it over them to hold in the heat of their bodies.

Her misty green eyes were closed, the dark red-gold lashes soft against her cheek, but he felt her stir. As did he. His erection lengthened, hardened as he shifted it between her smooth white thighs. He settled his mouth against her throat to feel the steady beat of her pulse beneath his lips and savor the slightly salty taste of her skin.

Beneath his mouth, against his tongue, his lips, Ash felt her pulse beat ever more rapidly. She shifted her hips as her hand slipped between her thighs to gently guide the throbbing head of his cock inside her sweet tight heat. A groan of pleasure escaped him. He tightened his hand on her breast, caught her nipple between his fingers and heard her sigh. Her body bowed to press her breast into his palm, her hips pushed back to take his cock deeper.

He closed his eyes with pleasure. It had been so long but it had never been like this.

Sliding his hand down her body, down the length of her thigh, he lifted her leg over his, opened her to him. As his tail found her clit he curled his free hand around her head to cradle it, turned it to take her soft mouth with his.

Miri awoke slowly, sensuously, to the sensation of Ash’s cock filling her, his hand warm on her breast as his tail stroked softly and he pressed his mouth to hers. It was sensory overload of the best kind. A shiver went through her as his tongue twined with hers. With a sigh of contentment, she shifted as his tail slid over her clit.

His soft groan by her ear made her smile.

It should have been awkward but it wasn’t. His strength supported her as he thrust into her, as his cock stretched her and his tail burrowed against her clit, stroked it until Miri moaned into Ash’s mouth even as his tongue explored hers.

Pleasure washed through her in long soft waves, gathered, built to become a warm pool low in her belly, each deep thrust of his cock taking him further into her. His tail teased at her clit as he played lightly with her nipple, his mouth firm on hers but gentle.

She curled an arm around his head to pull him closer. Pleasure built from ebb tide to full tide, swelling inside her as her body closed around the long, thick length of him inside her.

Ash trailed kisses over one soft cheek, tasted the long column of her throat. His fangs dropped, lengthened, pulsed with venom, with the need for it to spurt into her. The hours they’d slept would have given time for it to work in her, she would be ready for him. He brushed them lightly across her tender skin, across the pulse that beat steadily there, a gentle request.

Feeling it, Miri arched her neck, offered herself to him.

Overwhelmed, for a moment Ash simply tightened his hands on her and then he closed his mouth. Ever so slowly, his fangs pierced her. Her hot blood gushed into his mouth even as his venom pumped into her. He groaned softly as Miri arched against him and her body quivered. The sweet taste of her filled him. He lost himself in it. His own hips bucked at the pleasure of it, driving his cock deeper into her.

Miri cried out softly as he filled her and now again when he fed, drew on her softly, gently. He suckled at her throat, savored each glorious mouthful. He drank in her pleasure as his shaft thrust inside her, his tail teased her clit and he rolled her nipple lightly between his fingers.

She quivered in Ash’s arms as he drank her slowly, her pussy tightening around his cock with each pull of his mouth. It clenched and released, deliciously, maddeningly, each time he sucked. It was like being stroked. Ash came in a sudden great gush of ecstasy. He jetted inside her, his hot cum spurted deep as she trembled, shook, as the sweet taste of her filled him completely.

A soft murmur of dismay escaped as his fangs withdrew from her throat, Miri couldn’t help it. After the first sharp pain, the rest was wonderful. It was as if whatever flowed into her from his fangs, his venom, only heightened her pleasure. She loved his mouth on her.