She moaned as he finger-fucked her slow and deep while hecarried her into the main room, her body going hot as he played with her.
In one motion he pulled his fingers out of her to let herslide off his shoulder and his clawed hands went to her shirtfront to rip itopen and expose her to him.
She lost more shirts that way but couldn’t bring herself toregret it much.
Another flash of heat burst through her as he pushed herback against the dining room table, tugged her bra down from her swollenbreasts and sucked on first one nipple then the other as his tail slid beneathher skirt. It eeled past her panties. His hands slid up her ribs to push herbreasts higher, to squeeze them. She cried out as he suckled hard at hernipples, as his mouth tugged to send sharp bursts of pleasure shooting to hercore. In an instant she was drenched. His tail thrust up inside her and shearched as ecstasy burst through her.
“Tell me you want me, my angel,” Asmodeus demanded with hishand tight in her hair, drawing her head back, his voice a low growl.
She looked into his whirling ruby eyes, at the bright goldensparks that danced in them.
“Don’t you know I always want you, Asmodeus? Always. Takeme, Asmodeus. Please.”
His tail pulled out of her to leave her empty but so closeto coming that she cried out even as he spun her around. One hand cupped hermound while the other dove beneath her skirt and ripped her panties from her.
Then the broad head of his cock slid through her juicesteasingly, another torment. But only for a moment, then it pressed at the tightsphincter of her ass. She moaned softly in anticipation as his fingers trappedher clit to pinch and press while his tail fluttered at her pussy.
Heat exploded through her, spun out from his fingers as theyworked her clit while his tail pushed up inside her to rub at her G-spot. Herbody went rigid as pleasure built inside her.
“Asmodeus,” she whispered, as his tail withdrew.
His long, thick shaft entered her slowly and she groaneddeeply as he filled her, inch by long, slow inch.
She arched even as her body stretched to take him and thehand around her belly slid up to cup her shoulder, to pull her back against hismuscled chest. His hot mouth settled against her throat. His fangs scrapedagainst her hammering pulse, pressed there.
“I love you,” he whispered against her skin.
One deep thrust of his cock impaled her on it completely ashis fangs pierced her throat. His fingers played with her clit as his venom hither bloodstream. The heat of it whipped through her as he fucked her ass hardand deep, plunging into her.
Gabriel shouted as she came violently in what seemed anever-ending orgasm.
The sound of her cry of pleasure was music to Asmodeus’ earseven as the taste of her pleasure erupted into his mouth, as she filled it withthe sweet, hot flavor of her ecstasy. Her pussy clenched around his tail andher internal muscles flexed wildly as her climax took her. Her ass wasdeliciously tight around his throbbing shaft as he fucked it in time to therhythm of his mouth sucking on her throat.
Beneath his hands, his body, she bucked with each hard pullof his mouth. He loved feeding on her, fucking her, couldn’t get enough of her.
For now though, there was the glorious tight sheath of herass around his swelling cock as her hips pumped to take his thrusts. He filledhis hand with one swollen breast, tightened his fingers around the nipple andfelt her jolt as he drove deeper into her. Pleasure filled him and he feastedon her even as he fucked her.
I love you, he sent, in that most intimate ofcommunications, as the taste of her, the feel of her swallowed him up.
And I you. So much, Asmodeus, she replied and herpleasure exploded through him too, echoed in his mind.
He came with a roar, his cock gushing into her tight, tightass, his arms holding her close, his hand held protectively around her belly.
Lying in bed with Gabriel curled warmly against him,Asmodeus looked out the window, listened to sounds he had not heard in ages.The chirping of the birds and the rustling of the grasses. From farther offcame the distant sounds of hammers, of good-natured shouts and jibes in alanguage that had not been heard in millennia.
Voices of the Daemonae.
His people.
Asmodeus’ spirits lifted even higher.
The first building completed had been a long dormitory. Oneday it would be a meeting hall. For now it was a place to rest for those whosehomes had not yet been completed, but who could not bear to return to the sereand barren world that had been their refuge for so long.
This was their sanctuary now, this green and verdant valley.
In human form they had hosted a picnic for the neighbors,declaring themselves refugees from some of the war-torn lands to the east. Itwasn’t all that far from the truth.
Maybe, finally and at long last, the Daemonae had come home.
About the Author
V.J. Devereaux currently keeps company with two dogs, twocats, a ferret (since moved, sniff), an African clawed frog and a veryforgiving (and sometime inspiring) spouse. He loves the research. The spouse,that is, not the frog.
She self-published and illustrated her first novel ondinosaurs at eight (and got an A) and has been in love with writing ever since.
An avid reader (clocked at 365 wpm; why, no one knows), shewas accused of being so desperate to read that she would read skywriting orcereal boxes. But next to those she reads and writes fantasy, mystery andromance novels, and all their marvelous combinations.
V.J. welcomes comments from readers. You can find herwebsite and email address on her author bio pageat www.ellorascave.com.
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