Page 15 of A Date With Demons
I feel Bragg everywhere. Over me, behind me, his arm bracketed around my waist. His hand teases my pebbled nipple. His hot breath warms my neck. His erection presses against my back.
I whimper, “I’m ready.”
“Reach up and hang on to me,” Bragg says.
I hook my arms back around his neck, his lips close to mine.
“My friend here wants you to spread for him, little witch.”
I kick the blanket away and extend my legs outward, the sole of my foot touching Rewd’s hard thigh. I don’t know what comes over me, but I use that foot to explore more, massaging his leg while I keep my eyes trained on his.
Rewd’s animalistic noises grow more intense and longer. He almost sounds like he’s purring as he watches Bragg kiss my skin and my mouth with his long tongue and fangs.
My foot moves higher until it rests against Rewd’s erection.
He’s like a cat, in a way. I massage his cock, and he rewards me with louder purring the more pressure I give.
Rewd drags his hands upward, moving my bathrobe out of the way, the loose knot comes untied, and I’m most of the way naked.
I let out a soft cry as the big one spreads my legs open. And then, he’s done being careful with me.
“Your scent…” he growls. He lets out a frustrated snarl, then lunges at the untouched place between my thighs.
He gives me no warning as his long tongue splits me in two. But I’m ready. I’m so ridiculously turned on at the thought of anyone—literally anyone—doing this for me. But Rewd, a demon, the raw muscles rippling on his back from the effort, his rough horns pressing against the tender flesh of my thighs, it’s a whole other type of arousal.
It doesn’t matter that he’s in a human form—he fucks me with his tongue like a beast, sweeping that thing from the tip of my clit down to my asshole. Cleaning me. Bathing me. Massaging every blessed inch.
All the while, Bragg cups my breasts, tweaking and teasing my nipples while his mouth suctions against my throat. His fangs scrape deliciously as he bites and sucks. I writhe so wildly that I don’t know if I can hold on much longer. Forget circling his neck; I reach higher and grab onto his horns, smooth and reassuring in my hands.
“Good girl,” Bragg murmurs in my ear.
A gurgle escapes me as I’m no longer able to control my moans of pleasure.
My lower half comes up off the bed. I think I’m levitating at first until I realize it’s Rewd, lifting me to his mouth like he’s licking clean a plate of birthday cake. Like I weigh nothing.
“Your scent is too perfect, little witch,” Rewd huffs as he adjusts my angle. His voice is what I would have imagined coming from the depths of hell. Throaty, deep, and totally inhuman.
I could do this forever.
But as soon as I have that thought, my mind goes blank as my orgasm hits me like a runaway train.
Chapter
Eight
Bragg
Portia is sosweet and fragile in my arms. It’s all I can do to hold on to the illusion spell as I play with her nipples and massage her pretty breasts while working myself up into complete madness.
The sight of Rewd devouring her pussy is almost too much to take. She grips my horns while Rewd takes her plumb skyward.
Her face is angelic when she comes, all bliss and agony rolled into one.
Rewd gently lowers her again. I thrust forward, making Portia sense my urgency.
It works like a charm.
Portia moans, pushing back against me.