Page 48 of Cuddly Demon

"Then, at least do something," I gasp, gripping his shoulders. "Let me suck your cock."

Onyx leans back, unzipping his pants. His seven-inch blue cock swings upward, a drop of precum glistening on the tip.

I grin, my heart pounding in anticipation.

Onyx watches me hungrily as I take him in my mouth, his hands cupping my head as I swirl my tongue around his shaft. I moan in pleasure as I suck in more and more of him, my throat stretching to accommodate his size. He tastes salty and sweet, a combination that makes me weak in the knees.

Onyx's body tenses. His grip tightens on my hair, and I can feel him trembling as he comes closer and closer to the edge.

Finally, he pulls out, and he groans, his eyes rolling back as I swallow his salty cum spilling from his slit.

We collapse onto the couch, our bodies intertwined. I lay my head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

"That was amazing," I murmur, closing my eyes.

Onyx chuckles, his fingers stroking my hair. "I'm lucky you enjoy sucking me off so much. Not every demon is so lucky."

"I'm all yours."

"This is only the beginning," Onyx says, his voice full of promise. "You and me, living the life of our dreams. Nothing can stop us now."

I slide our two video game controllers out of my backpack, then set them on the coffee table. "How about we set up the TV in our bedroom and fight to the death?"

Onyx laughs, squeezing my hand. "I like the way you think."

We move our furniture around and mount our new flatscreen TV to the wall at the foot of our bed.

Before we know it, we're lost in a world of our own making. We battle, laugh, and make unforgettable memories.

As I look around our new home, I thank my lucky stars for Onyx and the life we're building together.

But there's one thing that lingers in the back of my mind.

Onyx and I either need to get married or hunt down his last master's descendants.

Neither option will be easy.

TWENTY

ONYX

I wake up to a blistering headache. Gritting my teeth, I roll out of bed, pinching the bridge of my nose in frustration.

I feel like my brain is being hammered from the inside, and every sound and light is magnified tenfold. The slightest movement makes my head feel like it's going to burst.

Even moving a little bit makes it worse, but I force myself to go to the bathroom. Each step feels like time is going by so slowly, and it's very uncomfortable.

I flick the light on, but it's too bright and causes a sharp pain in my eyes. I close my eyes and take deep breaths, trying to calm down. The throbs are like electric shocks in my head, and my temples pulsate painfully.

I hold onto the sink and rest my forehead on it, hoping for some relief. Unfortunately, it doesn't come.

I know what I must do.

I must find my last master's descendants and break the curse.

Or marry Saint in Hell to show the universe we've found true love.

"There's got to be a way to track those fuckers down," I growl, my vision swimming.