Chapter 30

They had finished dinner, the chef coming over to see how they had liked everything. Viv had been happy to meet him, he was very charismatic. She looked forward to going to eat there again. When they got home, Mac had made sure she still wanted to see his demon form. After she reassured him, he said he was going to get changed and he’d be right back. Viv kicked her heels off while she waited. She didn’t know if she should change as well, but figured he was changing so he could shift better. He’d probably tear the suit otherwise; it had been made to perfectly fit his human form. There was a knock on her doorframe, Mac standing there in a gray pair of sweatpants. Yum. She didn’t think he was wearing any underwear underneath. He was also shirtless, allowing her to see his tight abs and the black bands around his biceps. He had a few that trailed down the back of his arm, stopping at the forearm. She really needed to ask him what those ones were for.

“I’ll go as slow as I can and you can tell me to stop at any time, okay?” he asked.

Viv nodded and he took a few steps back.

His skin darkened, making him look tan, his height increasing by several inches, the muscles increasing in size too. He looked much bulkier in this form, but still agile, if that made sense. Which she figured made him good at his job. A pair of horns protruded from the front of his hairline near his forehead, curling more like a ram’s than the straighter curve of D’s. Even his hair grew a bit longer. His hands had black claws at the end of his fingertips instead of nails. His forearms were sculpted; she never thought of forearms as particularly sexy, but these were doing it for her. She remembered his penis had gotten larger the one time he had partially shifted in front of her and wondered if that was the biggest he got or if he was even larger when fully shifted. She could see the flames licking in his dark eyes. He gave a shudder and a pair of massive black and red wings shot from his back. They were smooth, more like leather, not feathered like she expected. His tail curled around his leg, black with those dark red swirls to match his wings. When she walked closer, she could see his horns were pure black.

“Okay so far?” he asked, a faint hint of fangs showing. He stayed still, letting her walk around him. His tail itched to grab her and pull her close.

Viv nodded, taking him in. His tail was curled around his leg, but she could see the tip flipping much like a cat’s tail. “Does your tail always do that?” she asked.

“Um. No. It just really wants to touch you right now,” Mac admitted. He didn’t want to trigger any memories with his tail, so he was keeping it under control.

“Can I touch it or is it sensitive?” Viv asked, curious. She wanted to get used to it. It was part of Mac, and from what Thomas told her demons quite often used them in sex. She didn’t want him to have to keep a part of him locked away.

“Yes to both. It can be sensitive, not as much as other places, but still sensitive,” Mac replied. He slowly unwound his tail away from his leg, letting it hang behind him. He held his breath as Viv tentatively reached out, pausing right before she touched it. His would look a little different than D’s and that bitch’s because every tail, wings, and even horns varied. Just like with humans, they all had the same parts, but they were all slightly different. The whorl patterns on wings and tails could be very prominent or not there at all, horns could be straight, short, tall, or curly. Some were all black, some were red, some were a mix. Tail length, pattern, and even tip design varied. Some like D had a more pointed arrow-like tip, although his had rounded corners, and some were sleek like a cat’s. He held still, letting Viv decide what to do. Her hand lightly touched his tail, tracing the patterns on it. He had a lot of similar markings to his uncle, marking them as family. It was just genetics as to which parent you took after for those types of things, and he had taken after his dad, who had been similarly marked to his uncle.

Mac let out a small moan as he felt her hands wrap around his tail, sliding it through her palms. She reached the tip and focused on learning the feel of it. “It’s not sharp,” she said.

“No. Mine is more streamlined than D’s.”

Letting go of his tail, she moved to stand behind him, running her hands up his back, fondling the base of his wings. The joints here were sensitive, and he involuntarily humped the air.

“These seem quite sensitive,” she said, mischief in her voice. She let one hand slide around to the front of his chest, playing with his nipple before sliding down to tease at the waistband of his pants. Viv couldn’t wait to play with Mac, to find what made him tick. Slipping her hand under the waistband, she reached for his cock. It was a bit larger in demon form, which was saying something since he was quite large in human form, but it had ridges and bumps now. Viv loosely gripped him, stroking his cock slowly. Once she had a good rhythm going, she stroked the base of his wings. A groan fell from his lips, his hips thrusting into her hand.

“Viv, I’m not going to last long,” he said, clenching his teeth against his rising orgasm. The combination of her hands and the fact that she was touching him in this form had brought it on fast.

She let go of his wing, but kept the hand on his dick, just barely stroking it. She walked to stand in front of him, sliding his sweatpants down, gasping when she saw his demon cock. It had stayed the same skin color as the rest of him, but there were red swirls around it, lighter in color than his wings, but a similar pattern. The head was jutting out of his foreskin. He had gained almost two inches in length and an inch in width. He had ridges along the top and sides of his shaft, with bumps lining the bottom all the way to his balls. His Prince Albert piercing was still there and she wondered what it would feel like on her tongue. She went to kneel in front of him, but realized she wouldn’t be able to comfortably reach his cock with his additional height. Viv took his hand and led him over to the bed, gently pushing him to sit down. She worked his pants the rest of the way off, noticing he was hairless in this form. How weird, and cool, was that? Viv knelt between his legs, one hand wrapping around the base of his shaft, giving him a slow stroke as she got comfortable. There was no way she would be able to fit all of him in her mouth, but she was going to give it her best shot.

Viv stuck her tongue out, licking a stripe from the base of his shaft to the tip. She ran her tongue around the barbells of his piercing. In the back of her mind, she wondered how it didn’t rip through his skin when he changed forms, his penis larger than in human form. Maybe it magically shifted too? She’d have to ask him when her mouth wasn’t about to be full. She looked up at him, finding him watching, hands clenched in the covers. Viv slowly sank her mouth over his dick, taking him as deep as she could until she hit her gag reflex. The girth stretched her mouth as wide as it could go, the ridges and bumps feeling a little strange against her tongue. They were firm, but had some give to them, much like the texture on her dildo.

Bobbing her head up and down, she tried to match the rhythm with her hand. She slid the other one down to cup his balls. It was a different sensation with them being completely hairless. It only took a couple of minutes before she felt his balls draw up and her mouth was filled with his cum. She swallowed quickly, realizing he didn’t have a bad taste, a little smokey, a little salty, but not too bitter.

Mac panted for breath, a little ashamed of how quickly he had come. He normally had a lot more staying power than that. But now it was his turn to pleasure his mate. Grabbing her under her arms, he leaned back, tucking his wings in and pulling her with him. When her body was plastered against his, he gently pulled her head down for a kiss, his tongue thrusting deep into her mouth, twisting along her tongue. His hands slid under her dress, cupping her cheeks. He felt a small panty in the way and wanted to see what she had on.

Viv gasped as he rolled them, his arms keeping her safe. He held his body slightly off hers, resting his elbows on either side of her head. Mac bent down, taking her mouth in another kiss before sitting up, straddling her body. He slowly slid her dress up past her waist, groaning in delight when he saw the little thong she was wearing. The pale pink looked amazing against her skin. He sat back, giving her enough room to sit up so he could pull the dress off. Her pert breasts were held in a matching pink bra, though this had some lace detail to it. Mac reached around and unsnapped her bra, tossing it off to the side with her dress. She was perfect, her nipples a darker pink, already hard. He would guess she was around a nice B cup, perfect hand-sized in this form, not quite small enough to fit all the way in his mouth. Cupping her head with one hand, being careful of his nails, he leaned down to kiss her.

She gently bit his lower lip, pulling his tongue into her mouth, teasing him with light strokes. She gasped as he lightly ran a claw against her breast, across the nipple. They were sharp enough to cut, but he was being so delicate that she barely felt any pressure.

Mac pulled back, gently pushing her to lie down. “It’s my turn to taste you,” his voice rumbled.

Viv wondered if it was possible to orgasm from just hearing his voice like this. It was deeper, rougher, the sound moving through her body. Mac slid the underwear down her legs, climbing off the bed so he could spread her legs and step between them. He knelt on the floor in front of her, bending his head to breathe her in.

“You smell so good, love,” he said, his warm breath teasing her lips. His hands slid up her thighs, his thumbs pulling her lips apart exposing her cunt and clit to his view. “Gorgeous,” he said, leaning down to take a lick. Viv almost jackknifed with how good that one touch felt. Her hands grabbed his head, urging him to lick her again. His tongue swirled around her clit, just the way she liked it. He must have been paying attention when he watched her masturbate, she thought. Oh god, that was amazing, his fingers sliding into her body, filling her. As he began to thrust gently, he pressed upward and found her G-spot. His hand sped up, thrusting harder and faster, those fingers finding her zone every time, his tongue pressing to her clit, applying just the right amount of pressure. Her climax ripped through her, leaving her body limp.

Viv panted, enjoying the high she was feeling. Mac came up to lie next to her, his big hand resting on her stomach as he lay on his side facing her.

After a few minutes, Mac spoke again. “Did Thomas tell you how demons mate?”

Viv shook her head. “I don’t think so.”

“There’s a vow we say, then we have sex. There’s a blood exchange; it can be a bite, or I can just cut the skin and I can lick it, same for you. I need to mark you during climax.”

“We both have to exchange blood?” Viv asked, trying to clarify it.

“Yes. Normally I’d bite you, but I can make a small cut if you’d rather do that. I’ll cut my chest or arm, whatever’s closest and you lick it. It doesn’t have to be a lot, just a few drops.”

“How do you mark me?” That was the part that sounded the worst to her.

“When you’re climaxing, I need to say a quick incantation and place my hand where you want your mark. I’m not entirely sure what it feels like, but I don’t think it hurts much. Then you get a black tattoo-looking mark, similar to what Thomas has on his arm.”

Viv thought about where she could have it. With her work, she kind of wanted it in a harder to see spot. Thomas’ showed with shorter sleeves.

“Arms are traditional, but I was thinking your thigh, higher up on the outside. It would be hidden under everything but a bathing suit, so it wouldn’t cause any problems at work. Or back of the shoulder, but it might show with certain dresses. Or your wrist. You could hide it under a watch at work,” Mac suggested. The possessive part of him wanted it to be where everyone could see it, but he also knew that she might want it a little more toned down for work purposes.

“I hate to hide it. I’m proud to be your mate. Can we do the wristband one, that way I can show it off when I’m not at work?” Viv asked.

“That sounds perfect,” he said, leaning to give her a kiss. As her hands tangled in his hair, brushing his horns, his dick stirred, poking her in the hip.

“Already?” Viv asked, laughing.

“It’s a bit sensitive near the horns,” Mac told her. He slid a hand down her body, cupping her vulva waiting to see if she was ready for more.

Viv spread her legs, inviting him to touch. Mac slid a finger slowly into her, her body still wet from her earlier arousal. It didn’t take much around Mac, he was sweet and his body was a work of art. He knew just how to touch her.

“Can we do it now?” Viv asked on a gasp as he slid another finger in, thrusting deep.

“Are you sure?” Mac asked, not wanting her to regret anything or feel rushed. “There’s no hurry,” he reminded her.

“I’m ready.”