TWENTY FOUR

Elodie

I squirm when Azeroth drips the first drop of cold yogurt onto my belly. The room is warm, but the shock of the cold on my skin makes me jump.

That makes the wicked grin on his face grow wider. "Oh, I don't think we want you moving."

He doesn't touch me, but an invisible force pins me down. Now when I try to move, I can't. "No fair."

He just laughs. "I never promised to play fair."

He continues drizzling yogurt over my skin, on my belly, my breasts and the insides of my thighs. It's torment when he runs a fingertip up my thigh, scooping yogurt and brushing the crease, but no further. I just want his hands or his mouth on my pussy.

When he sucks the drips from my belly, I want so badly to grab his horns and steer him to the right place, but I can't move my hands.

I let out a frustrated little whine and he laughs. "Something wrong, angel?"

"Oh, come on!" He keeps flicking his tongue along the curve of my side, using his lips to plant playful little kisses up my center. He completely ignores my cries of frustration.

Only once he's completely cleaned all the food from my skin does he lift his head to survey his handiwork.

I'm still helplessly pinned to the counter. My pussy throbs with the need for attention.

Azeroth's tail flicks from side to side behind him. "I enjoyed that. I could eat a second helping. Should I do it again?"

He's teasing. I know he is. I still growl. "Azeroth!"

His laugh makes the flames I love dance wildly in his eyes. "Very well, sweet one. Have you reached the end of your patience?"

"Yes!"

With an exaggerated sigh, he slowly unbuttons his shirt. I know for a fact he could be rid of his clothes in an instant if he chose, so this is also part of his teasing. I can't help laughing when he slides off his jeans so slowly it's agonizing. He looks up and gives me a wicked grin when he finally slides the fabric of his briefs past his cock and it springs to attention, already hard and jutting from his body. "It would be irresponsible of me not to wash up after my meal."

Before I can ask what he means, he scoops me from the bench, holding me bridal style and moving easily as if I weigh nothing. In a moment, we're in the bathroom. We move in the blink of an eye, so I know he's used magic. His bathroom is even bigger than the guest bathroom. The shower is enormous, with two shower heads. Azeroth switches on one and turns his back to it, blocking me from the cold spray as the water heats.

"You can put me down." I laugh.

"Can I? I'm not sure I want to, but I will if you promise to be good."

"Me? What about you?"

"Oh, I make no such promise." He flicks his tail through the water. When he seems satisfied, he lets me down and lets me step under the water. I'll admit it's nice. The water is warm and the feel of it sluicing down my skin would be relaxing, but I'm too keyed up.

When I reach for Azeroth, he shakes his head. "I promised I would wash up first. I'm told I need soap."

I groan at his terrible joke, but moments later I groan with pleasure moments later when his soapy hands glide over my shoulders. He lathers me all over, taking particular care with my breasts and belly, then kneeling and sliding firm hands up each thigh and down again.

I'm almost shaking. "Azeroth!"

"I know, sweet one. I'm feeling short on patience, too. A little longer. Indulge me."

I do. When he slides a hand between my thighs, I sigh with relief. No sooner has he pushed his fingers through my wet folds, though, then he withdraws them again.

What's his game? He's clearly trying to prove a point, but I don't care anymore. I don't think I've ever let someone else watch while I play with myself. By this point, though, I'm too wound up to care. I slide my own hand between my legs.

Azeroth stares. "What are you doing?"

I lift my chin and hold his gaze, refusing to look away while I swipe my fingers over my clit. "Doing it myself."

A flash of amusement appears in his smile. Then he disappears!

Strong hands close around me from behind, pulling me against his warm, firm body. One arm loops around my chest. His large hand holds my throat, and tips my head back.

His other hand knocks mine aside and replaces my fingers on my clit. "My job, angel. Do you need me to make you come? Is that what you're trying to tell me?"

"Yes. God, yes."

"Oh, I thought you'd never ask."

I'm not laughing anymore. I can barely do anything beyond melting into his hold as he works my body masterfully. Thick fingers spear inside my pussy, using my wetness to lubricate the way. I gasp when he curls and massages the secret spot within me until I'm quivering with the need to come.

"That's right, angel. I'll always give you what you need. I want you to tell me. I want you to demand what you want from me."

I cry out when he withdraws his fingers, but then he's rubbing my aching clit in swift circles. "Make me come!"

"My pleasure, gorgeous."

His hand tightens around my throat. He never cuts off my air, but his firm touch holds me up when my knees go weak. Pleasure blooms in my core, spreads through my body and radiates through my limbs. His tail flicks up and the tip plays over my sensitive nipples.

It's too much.

I cling to his forearm. My body goes rigid. Then I'm coming, pussy clamping around nothing. My brain momentarily switches off and bliss spreads warmth through my whole body and leaves me gasping.

Azeroth kisses my cheek. Trails kisses along my neck and shoulder while I come down from the high he took me to. "Stunning. Do you want to come again, beautiful?"

"Yes!" I stifle another moan when he immediately goes to work again, starting up the small circles around my clit. "But this time I want to come on your cock. I want you inside me."

He stops circling and cups my pussy possessively, burying his face against my skin for a moment with a growl. "Oh, you have no idea what it does to me when you tell me what you want."

I consider this. He really does seem to like it. Has this whole tease been a play to get me to make demands of him. "Azeroth?"

"Mmm?"

"I want you to take me to bed and make love to me." I can't bring myself to call it fucking. Not now. Not the way he holds and kisses me so tenderly.

If he thinks my wording is strange, he says nothing about it. We vanish and reappear instantly on his bed. I have a moment's worry we'll drench the bedding, but as soon as I start to protest, I realize we're completely dry. He cages me in, muscular arms splayed out on either side of my face, narrow hips tucked between my legs, and his hard cock grinding against my very naked pussy.

I moan into his mouth as he claims a long, slow kiss. I'm driven to distraction by the play of his tongue with mine and the slide of his thick, hot flesh against my wet labia.

"Tell me sweet one. Tell me what you want from me." He breaks away to nip at my neck. To push my breasts up and suck on each nipple. "Tell me all the dirty things in your mind."

My pussy feels so empty. So desperate to be filled. As I think about it, my walls clench with the urge to feel him push into me. "Make love to me."

I gasp when he flicks his long tongue over a sensitive nipple.

"Azeroth, please! I want you inside me now."

He doesn't even reach between us. He simply adjusts the angle of his hips and thrusts inside. Oh, God! It feels like I've been waiting so long. Nothing has ever felt so perfect.

He sinks deep, then pauses. His eyes shut and his chest swells with a deep breath.

I get it. I'm right on the edge as well. It feels so good I don't ever want this to stop.

Azeroth pulls out slowly and opens his eyes to stare intently down at me. "You feel so fucking good, Elodie. I don't know what it is."

He thrusts deep, holding eye contact and studying my face. He changes the angle of his movement and thrusts again, still searching for something. This time I can't help letting out a tiny whimper of delight. I don't know how, but he managed to hit something inside me that almost has me seeing stars.

This draws a triumphant smile from Azeroth. "That's right, angel. I want you to feel it too."

He thrusts again. The slow grind of his pelvis against mine as he bottoms out makes me moan.

"I'm going to make you feel so good. Going to make you come on my cock over and over. You just tell me how you need it. Tell me exactly the way to fuck you."

My pussy clenches. I wrap my legs more tightly around him, longing for him to move. "Faster!"

He speeds up. The rhythmic slap of his body on mine fills the room. It's still not enough. "Faster! Please! I need you so badly."

With a growl, he pushes my legs up so my thighs are pinned against my chest and I'm spread wide open. Then he braces on them to fuck me in sharp little downward thrusts that have my orgasm drawing closer and closer.

I stare up at him, mapping the pointed angle of his nose, the way his brows draw together. His dark lashes flutter against his high cheekbones for a moment as he curses.

"Fuck, Elodie. You do things to me I never even knew were possible."

I feel the same. I'd tell him, but the rising tide is threatening to sweep me away and I'm hanging on, not wanting the moment to end.

He curses again, language shifting from English to the foreign sounds I don't recognize.

"Don't stop. Don't stop," I tell him over and over.

Releasing my legs, he takes my hand and places it over my clit. Then he holds it there. "Are you ready to come for me, gorgeous? I need to feel you come around my cock." He throbs inside me. It might be my imagination, but his skin feels even hotter than usual. Inside me, his cock is a hot pulsing force.

Something travels from Azeroth's hand into mine and beneath it, into my clit. Like a spark of warmth and a vibration all in one. I hit the crest and my mouth falls open in a silent scream as my pleasure spirals out of control.

By the time I'm finished, I'm shaking.

Azeroth is still holding back. The tension radiates from him as he continues to move inside me. The tendons stand out in his neck. His grimace bares his sharp teeth. He's so fiercely beautiful it takes my breath away.

"You, too. I want you to come, too."

He lets out a low groan, leaning in to kiss me messily. It's desperate and passion-filled. When he breaks away, his movements are erratic.

"I want you to come."

"Not without you, angel." He keeps going. I can hardly believe it.

I'm hovering on the edge of another, when I feel the phantom touch of his magic on my clit again.

I cry out.

His expression is triumphant.

I nearly lift off the bed with the force of the pleasure shooting through me.

Azeroth buries his face in my neck. His cock deep inside me, his body is trembling. We let go together, clinging to each other, breathing stupid nothings as pleasure scrambles our senses. Or maybe, that's just me. I couldn't form a cohesive sentence if I tried. I just gasp the only words I can manage and they pour from me in a tangled mess. "Yes. Yes. Oh, so good."

He gives a final pulse, a spasm of movement and a huff of breath. "Did you just call me a good boy?"

I laugh. "Did I?"

"Mmm." Azeroth collapses on top of me and I hold him close. "Maybe. I think I liked it. Do it again."

"Good boy." I pet his hair.

Azeroth shudders. "Oh, I could get used to that."

When I stop, he nestles closer. "Don't stop."

I giggle. Where did this adorable demon come from? We lie like that for a while. He's like a warm blanket covering me with his heat, and I'm reluctant to move. I pet his hair and run my fingertips experimentally over his smooth horns and the pointed tips of his ears.

Eventually, he rolls away, gathering me close again the minute he does and tucking me against his chest. His tail curls around my leg and I smile into his skin. I can't believe I could get this lucky. I close my eyes, unwilling to think about anything but this warm cocoon I want to curl up inside of.