Page 118 of Lost in the Dark

His tongue slipped inside, swirling and stretching, pulsing and pounding, over and over again.

I let go of his cracked horn and used two fingers to tease my clit, creeping closer to orgasm as Selvyn devoured my ass.

What we were doing was absolutely sinful, but I loved it, and I knew that Selvyn did too.

The tip of his tail swept back and forth over my nipples, tending to one and then the other. I continued to play with my clit, stroking it to the rhythm of Selvyn’s tongue until a gentle orgasm cascaded over my body.

“Now, angel. Ride me now,” Selvyn begged as I rose off of him on shaky legs.

His red hands stroked his cocks, clutching them together and coating them with his arousal.

I hovered over his waist and Selvyn helped to guide his cocks inside of me, one in my pussy and one just lightly pressing against my ass.

“Nice and slow,” he instructed, moving his hands to my waist to support my weight.

“Y-yes, nice and slow.” I nodded my head and bit my lip as I slowly settled down onto him.

The wide head of his lower cock slipped inside of my ass, a burning sensation igniting my body as Selvyn filled me to my limit. I felt the ridges of both of his cocks rubbing against each other inside of me, separated by only a thin layer of tissue. I rocked my hips, working myself down until he was seated fully inside of me.

“Fuck!” We hissed in unison as I pulsed up and down, the pressure almost too much for us.

Selvyn leaned forward slightly and stared with wide eyes at where our bodies were joined. “Look at you taking both of my cocks. My little wanton whore.”

His voice was a feral growl as he jerked his hips up to meet me, the sound of our bodies slapping together echoing off into the surrounding tunnels.

The furred tip of Selvyn’s tail slid up between my legs and danced along my clit, the soft touch sending shivers down my spine.

“Give me your hands, angel,” Selvyn growled.

I took his hands in mine and used him for leverage, bouncing with force and driving him deeper.

My moans grew more desperate with each of our thrusts.

And that damn tail.

Selvyn pressed it hard against my clit and twirled, bringing me to the most intense orgasm I’d ever experienced.

“Selvyn!” I screamed as my cunt gripped his cock.

A stream of liquid gushed from my pussy, covering Selvyn’s chest.

“My God!” Sel spasmed beneath me as his cocks filled me with his cum.

I released his hands and rocked my hips, watching as he closed his eyes and parted his lips with a groan.

“Selvyn,” I whispered.

“Hmm, angel?” He didn’t bother to open his eyes.

“God could never bring me that sort of pleasure.”

Selvyn

Iwoke the following morning with Iris pressed tight against my chest. For a long time, I lay there and listened to her light breaths, the tiny whistle of her nose, savoring the way she felt on top of my body.

I didn’t ever want it to end.

I would have kept her with me forever if it was possible. If this wasn’t some fleeting moment in the lonely abyss that was my life as the Demon of Dalwick.