Page 16 of A Date With Demons

“I need to fuck you, little one,” I grit out in her ear.

Her fingers let go of my horns, her eyes like slits as she turns toward me.

“Do what you want with me.”

I adjust her so she faces me, then slide my hard cock, wet with sweat and need, between her folds.

She’s warm and spent, but I know my little witch has more to give. I slip the tip into her tight cunt.

She cries out, and I wait for her to adjust to my girth.

Portia bites down on her lip.

I push in more, and wait. Over her shoulder, I get a full view of Rewd rubbing himself.

Portia winces, her cheeks hot. I wait again, kissing her swollen, warm lips, licking into her sweet mouth. She grows slicker around my length. A slow smile creeps across her face. “More.”

My hands gripping her cushiony ass, I push in all the way to the hilt and let her feel all of me. Her body is snug as a glove.

“Talk to me. Tell me how you feel.”

“Full. So full.” She moves hesitantly at first.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Take that demon cock.”

I can feel her growing wetter. Her nipples bead at the friction as our Portia finds her rhythm. Her mouth slackens as I speak demonic filth into her innocent witchy brain.

“Not a virgin anymore, are you, witch? You were so hungry for it, weren’t you? Look at you, milking me like you know what you’re doing. You knew it was forbidden, but that makes you wetter, doesn’t it?

She rides me as if she was meant for this. “More!”

“We’ll give you more, sweetheart,” I say. “Won’t we, big guy?”

Tearing my gaze from her face, I lock eyes on Rewd.

“I need to know what she tastes like.”

I’ve never kissed another demon before, but I’ve never been opposed to it. As a demon, Rewd is magnificent and ferocious. As a human, he’s lethally godlike.

Rewd comes up on his knees behind Portia, and we share a kiss.

Her salt and musk combine with Rewd’s fiery taste, and I want more. He senses my urgency and shoves his tongue down my throat.

Portia’s tight cunt trembles around me.

I’m buried to the hilt inside her as the three of us share a wild, hungry kiss. Everything is salt and spit and sex. I was made for this right here.

Rewd shivers, shaking the bed frame.

“Darlin’, my friend needs a favor,” I say to Portia.

She’s moving up and down on me like a champ, and I already know her pretty little ass can take what I’m about to suggest.

“Anything!” she breathes.

I chuckle, barely keeping my release under control as we move together, Portia’s perfect satin coating my cock. “Careful saying that around a couple of demons fresh from prison, baby.”

Breathless, she replies, “You said you two wouldn’t hurt me and I believe you.”