with a whoosh. Clytie glared, but he was stripping so she let it go. Unfortunately, he moved so fast she barely got more than a peek before he was on the bed distracting her again. His hand wrapped around her thigh and yanked her up against him. He leaned over her, boxing her in.
“Now who has too many clothes on?” He didn’t even bother unhooking her, just ripped her bra right off, and chucked the offending scrap or material across the room. He froze his eyes on her bared breasts. He stared so long and with such intensity, Clytie became self-conscious. She didn’t have the best body image with clothes on, let alone naked, but when she started to put her hands over her breasts, he growled and snapped his teeth.
She laughed, it was either laugh or run screaming from the room, but she kept her hands at her side and let him look. Just when she figured, she’d been more than patient his head fell to her breasts and his mouth took possession of one tight pink bud. Clytie almost shot off the bed. He held her down with one hand on her stomach while he licked and sucked at her right nipple. He switched, moving over until he reached the other breast. Each touch on her nipples, each suck seemed to draw directly from the nerves in her neglected pussy. It made her aware of his hand so close to the sweet spot as he caressed soothing circles on her navel.
“Demon.” She groaned not quite up to full sentences. “Please.” She arched her hips up, searching for some kind of pressure where she needed it most. She tried squeezing her thighs together, and only made the need worse. Her hands went to his hair, pulling at his scalp in her need. “Please.”
He finally seemed to get the message because his hand left her belly. He cupped her pussy, groaning against her breast when he touched the wet curls through the satin of her panties. She wriggled to get closer and his hand slipped lower taking the panties down her hips and off. He slipped his fingers between the saturated folds searching for the hidden wet heat. She arched up; wriggling to get closer and he slipped a finger inside. When he felt the walls of her pussy fight the thrust of one lonely digit, he almost wept real tears. Whether it was frustration or joy, even he couldn’t say. He found her clit with his thumb, uncovering its hiding place he circled and played while he suckled her sweet nipples to hard points.
Clytie wondered if it was possible to die from need. If so, Demon was going to kill her with slow pleasure. She was right on the edge of her first orgasm, she knew it, she needed it, she just couldn’t get it. Demon stopped, his hand ceasing all movement as he pulled away. Clytie was ready to tear her own hair out until Demon yanked her higher up the bed. Her knees were over his shoulder and his tongue in her pussy before she could even lay one curse on his head. She was so wound up from the fine work he had done with his hand that one abrasive lick to her clit sent her over the edge. She screamed his name, and when he finger fucked her to another orgasm, she screamed it again.
“Again.” He growled, pulling back to watch her face as he used two fingers, stretching her impossibly. “Scream for me again baby.”
She panted, her hips arching, her hair a sweaty tangle behind her. He had never seen anything so beautiful.
“Don’t. Call. Me. Baby.” She said between sucking in deep gulps of air. His teeth found her shoulder and bit down just hard enough to break skin. She gasped trying to pull away. He thrust his fingers harder and further. Her back arched like a bow and she moaned.
“What was that Baby?” He demanded roughly, clearly not liking the order.
“I said...” she began, moaning louder when his thumb found her clit and began to play again. “Forget it, call me whatever you want.”
She screamed as she came again, by the time she found her way back to the world Demon was right above her, his weight on the knees between her thighs and both of her hands captured above her head in one of his. The other he used to direct his cock into position. He had the head in while she still pulsed from the last orgasm. He moved both hands to either side of her shoulders and looked down with total brutal possession stamped across his face. And Clytie burned.
“That’s right baby. Feel me coming? This sweet pussy is mine.” He said, pushing past her entrance slowly. The wet heat sucked him in while the tight walls tried to bar his way. “No one else can make you feel this way. No one but me. Say it baby.” She could feel every muscle in his body shaking with tension but he kept up the same slow steady pressure. “No one else baby. Say it.”
“No one else.” She moaned without thinking.
“That’s it.” He pushed in farther. Her slick heat gave up another inch. “This is mine.”
As slow as he was moving, she was still stretched to the point of discomfort.
Then it was pain and she hissed. He stopped.
“Okay. Ouch.” Clytie tried to shift back but there was nowhere to go with Demon pressing in above her.
“Relax baby, almost in and it will be so good.” He kissed her lips, her eyes, the tears she wasn’t aware of.
“You’re not going to fit.” She said around big gulping breaths.
“I will. This is what we’re made for.”
“Then get on with it!” She practically yelled it in his face the tension she was holding back finally too much.
With one hard thrust, he got on with it. Clytie screamed, and had to wonder why anybody ever had sex twice.
Demon was fully seated, his balls bumping up against her ass. He kissed away her tears and found her lips, the angle of her jaw, little soothing kisses while she adjusted to his girth.
She began to relax under him an inch at a time.
Demon waited patiently the whole time, every blood vessel in his body looked ready to pop and his jaw clenched hard enough to break stone but he held still. A torturous hundred years passed before she could finally move without the overwhelming pain. Demon caught it after her second shift beneath him. He wasted no time pulling part way out and grinding back in. He adjusted with each thrust until he hit the right spot and she gasped.
“O.K.” She said her eyes opening very wide. “That felt... Interesting.”
“Oh baby, you have no idea.” He pulled out further and sank back in hitting her G spot with every thrust. Her legs wrapped around his hips and she squeezed her pussy trying to suck him in further. He pumped again, the friction just right.
The deeper he thrust the deeper she wanted him. Clytie flung her head back as he moved in and out. The longer he did the higher she climbed until she mindlessly writhed beneath him, meeting thrust for thrust.
“Harder.” She gasped out. Demon. Harder.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
She grabbed him by his hair pulling his face down to hers. “Fuck Me Harder!”
He lost control, pounding into her repeatedly. He pounded so hard she couldn’t keep her place on the bed, sliding back further with every thrust until she had to brace her hands against the headboard. Demon hit headfirst then with a curse dragged her back down the bed clamping down on her shoulders to hold her in place and rolling his hips.
“There,” she shouted out. “Right there. Don’t stop.” He had her right on the edge and with one more hard thrust and twist; she came, yelling his name at the top of her lungs.
Her inner muscles contracted, milking him and he lost control, coming as he had never cum in his life. He let out a roar, his seed shooting deep into her hot core. Never in his life had he experienced anything close to what she did to him. By the time they had both crested he felt milked dry. He lay, still inside her and tried to get his breath and brain back, he had barely enough thought left to hold some of his weight up on his elbows so he didn’t crush her.
He wanted to stay. With every other woman now would be the leaving part of the evening. His life did not engender trust. Sleeping next to anyone was a chance he didn’t take. But Clytie was different. He pressed his lips to hers because he could. He kissed her again because it felt so good. Eyes closed, she kissed him back. They held on to each other, lips melding over and over as the tremors passed.
“They were right.” Clytie said sometime later, letting out a little laugh, “You are really big.”
He nuzzled into her neck content to be cocooned with her. “Just proportionate to my size.” He said nibbling on her ear. He found a mark he had left on her shoulder and licked with a satisfied rumble.
“What?”
