Page 18 of My Demon Teacher

“A little help?” he whispers in my ear.

I unwrap my tail and slide the sharp edge over my puckered hole. It leaves behind a wet trail that, mixed with the breeze, sends shivers through my entire body.

When Lucian tries pushing into me again, he gets little resistance. I light up. His heat burns through me, and I bite his lower lip and hiss.

That sends him deeper inside me. I wrap my tail around us again, and this time, I slide the end between Lucian’s cheeks. His hole pulses against my slithery tail.

“Please fuck me, darling boy. Put that tail inside me and fuck your demon. Please.”

He’s so hot when he begs.

Don’t I fucking know it.

I slide inside him, and his groans reverberate through me like a bass. Each groan is a wave, each wave a renewed fire burning through me. The night breeze is so cold on the outside that it makes my hair stand on end. Fire inside, ice outside, a battle for dominance over me.

Lucian’s cock feels thicker inside me the deeper he fucks me. He grinds against my prostate with precision and purpose. It takes my breath away. I don’t want it to stop.

I don’t want it to stop either.

Lucian pushes his tongue into my mouth and fucks me harder. His flavor, woodsy and sweet, invades my tastebuds.

At the same time, I can feel his prostate at the end of my tail. I don’t need to go deep inside him to scratch the itch that will push him over the edge. It’s absolutely intoxicating. It’s unreal being able to feel all that on a new limb that’s now a part of me.

Fuck!

“Fuck!” I scream at the same time the purr inside me bursts, suffocating me. My breath catches.

My cock twitches, and I unload on Lucian’s belly.

Lucian groans with me but doesn’t come. He just takes pleasure in seeing me coming undone. He laughs. But it’s not mocking. It’s amusing. Entertained. It’s a hearty laugh that tells me he’s taking as much pleasure from this as I am.

He moves a hand to his belly, scoops my cum with his fingers, and brings it to his mouth.

“You taste so good, darling boy.”

“Prove it.” I kiss him.

I want to taste myself through him. I want to feel what he feels. The sweet flavor intensifies in my mouth, and I deepen the kiss when Lucian starts moaning again.

I stop kissing him and watch him come undone like it’s my favorite work of art. The way his eyes strain and narrow. The way his jaw drops and nostrils flare.

At the same time, a familiar wet heat erupts inside me, taking my breath away.

“I love you,” I whisper to him, and he repeats it.

He rests his head on my chest and catches his breath. I slide my tail out of him and rub it all over his body.

“Are you okay?” He nods against me.

I feel him take a deep breath before he speaks.

“Let me take you home. I need to make sure you’re not hurt.”

“You didn’t hurt me, silly.” I plant a soft kiss on his lips and smile.

“I still need to make sure that asshole didn’t hurt you.”

Of course. How could I forget?