Page 23 of A Date With Demons
The poor guy has to crouch to keep his horns from hitting the wooden ceiling beams.
“Please,” she says. “We don’t have to take off the dress for this.”
Portia goes to the side of the mattress and kneels down in front of it. She pats it, indicating that Rewd should sit down.
Of course. It has to be Rewd. He’s a better demon than I am. He will probably get a whopper of a punishment for coming along with me.
My arousal flares as I watch Rewd shed the sweatpants he wears.
He then sits on the mattress, cradling Portia between his legs as she blinks up at him, smiling and flushed. How can she seem so perfectly sweet and innocent, yet crave so intensely?
Rewd sighs heavily. “You’re killing me, witch,” he says as she takes the demon-sized cock in her hand.
He’s too big for her. I don’t know what she thinks she’s going to do, but I give her credit for trying.
Rewd’s craggy skin goes tight as she holds him, stroking his massive length and cradling his balls.
“You’re even bigger like this,” she says.
“I am…hideous.”
“No,” she says.
Ignoring her, he adds, “If you do not like me like this, I can change back to my human form.”
“Shh,” Portia says. And then she leans in and swirls her tongue around the tip, licking away Rewd’s seeping essence. “You’re beautiful, my demon. Inside and out.”
Rewd’s eyes roll back in his head as she accepts the tip, sucking off more precum. His talons weave through her long, blonde locks as he guides her.
The tightness in my chest may rip me in half, but it doesn’t bother me. I’m so happy for the big guy.
I’ve never felt happy for anyone or anything in my entire miserable life.
She takes more of him, and I can see that it’s too much. Doesn’t matter, though. Rewd is on another plane of happiness.
He locks eyes on me, then, and I see for the first time a particular mischief there. He has an idea. He wants something.
My stomach drops. He wants…me.
One gesture of his chin, and I’m there, stretched out across the head of the bed, shredding the puny human sweatpants I’m wearing.
I’m not sure how this is going to work. But I soon realize I don’t have to be sure. Rewd knows what he’s doing.
Without breaking contact, he lifts our little witch onto the bed, letting her rest on her back. Portia lets out an approving whimper, and moans on his cock. Rewd’s face is now even with my middle, and he takes me into his fanged, fiery mouth. He does for me what Portia does for him.
I watch our witch struggle around Rewd’s gorgeous shaft as he takes me deep, down until I bottom out at the back of his demon throat.
“Spit on it, angel,” I instruct her.
Portia’s wide, curious eyes search for me, not quite reaching me at this odd angle. I nod encouragingly anyway. “Spit on it and use your hands where he doesn’t fit.”
Watching her do exactly as I say makes me leak down Rewd’s throat.
We three move as one. We are unaware of the sun rising in the distance, oblivious to the rushing wind stirring in the trees, reminding us that our journey back to hell will soon begin.
All we have is now, and the sound of each other’s moans, the taste of sweat, the smacking of flesh against flesh. Gasping. Giving. And coming with a vengeance.
Later, as the three of us are curled up in a semi-circle of happy depletion, I run my talons through Portia’s hair while under me, Rewd’s heartbeat thuds in my ear.