Page 61 of Craving Demons

“Are those…?” he asked, his voice a delicious rumble.

“Nipple clips, yup.” I licked my lips. “And they’re also shower friendly and have a remote.” This one was wireless with a single button, very easy to use.

We hurried into the bathroom, and I turned on the shower. Luckily, my shower was large and even included a tiled bench. I sat while Fen stood over me, cock in his hands, stroking it softly while I played with the toys. I was very well lubed after that amazing mouth-pounding he’d given me, so I hoped the oddly-shaped toy would slip in easily.

Fen watched me start to insert it, but then hissed, “Let me.”

He got to his knees as I handed over the vibrator. He ran a finger around my folds first, making me shiver, then began to slip that silicone wonder into me. I moaned, feeling the curves slip through my channel until it was all the way in.

“Fuck, yeah,” I breathed. It felt odd inside me, with all those strange curves, but still very filling and so incredibly deep. And it wasn’t even turned on yet!

“Let me put the others on as well,” Fen said and I handed over the clips.

He leaned in and pressed his large mouth to each breast first, sucking and licking until my already aroused nipples were hard as diamonds before he carefully clipped on the toys. The padding was soft and gentle on such sensitive areas, but held firm, keeping a constant, exquisite pressure.

Then he stood and smiled down at me. “Ready?”

Hell, yes!“Go.”

He flicked the switch on the dildo first, pushing it to max, and it leaped to life inside me, squirming and buzzing so hard, I nearly came. I’d gone from pleasantly post-orgasm aroused to last-stop-before-blissville in an instant. I moan-cried as my body tensed and trembled.

“Holy…ohhhhh… Fuck!” I was screaming. I didn’t care.

He dropped the controller and it fell somewhere down between my legs. There would be no turning it off quickly now.

“Fuuuuuuuuuck!” I shouted, not sure whether I was pissed at that or uber-turned-on.

Then he hit the button on the other remote and I was slammed back into the wall with an uber-orgasm as my tits exploded with shockingly wonderful sensations.

He tossed that remote away as well and I moaned, eyes rolling back in my head. This wasn’t going to stop.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” he hissed as he resumed his vigorous cock-rubbing.

I was barely aware, too buzzed — literally — to think, but I wanted to watch him watch me. I needed to see what I was doing to him, see his proud arousal and powerful release.

And wow, was he gorgeous: tall and trembling, those taut muscles twitching as he beat himself like a drum. His half-lidded eyes watched as my toys tweaked me toward yet another orgasm. I twitched and moaned and screamed and writhed, and it wasn’t even an act.

He stepped close and — whether intentional or not — his knee knocked the dildo, tapping it just a bit, making sure it was all the way in. I shuddered and came so hard, I pushed the dildo right out of me. It shot across the shower, bouncing and twisting on the floor.

Apparently, that was just too much for Fen. He grunted and long streams of cum shot out onto my breasts and belly, quickly washed away by the hot waters of the streaming shower.

Most guys I’d known weren’t as potent their second time around, but again, it seemed daemons were in a league of their own. Fen had more than enough cum to impregnate a small army.

When he was done, he reached down and grabbed me, pulling me off the seat to hold close, pressing the still vibrating toys on my nipples hard against both of us. His lips were hot on mine, his hunger intense as he pressed me against the wall and devoured my lips. Then he moved to my cheek, neck, shoulder, covering me with steamy, intense kisses.

And yeah, all that hot manliness pressed up against me with those toys going to town? That was soooo very stimulating.

I came again, a quivering mess that wouldn’t have been able to stand on my own without him there to keep me up.

When our heat had finally diminished — and I’d carefully removed the clips — he washed me, reverently, cleaning us both up.

“Oh, hey Ana, do you know where I put my… ahh… something?” Uncle Donny’s voice came from the other side of my bathroom door.

Fen and I jumped and turned to see the old man opening the door to poke his head in, looking around, luckily ignoring the hot, naked people.

“It’s inyourbathroom!” I shouted, not having any clue what he was looking for, just wanting him out.

“Oh, yeah, probably.” He nodded and left.