6. Sweet Agony of Defeat

Sweet Agony of Defeat

"I'm not trying to trick you." Not in this.

"Liar." He brushes my hair back from my face and his claws trace lines over my skin. "You're doing such a good job of it, you've tricked yourself too."

"Take this off."

"No."

I grit my teeth. "Please."

He laughs instead of telling me no again. "You're my pet, pest. And until I can trust that you won't try to run away again, I will keep you leashed or caged."

"Why keep me at all?"

"Because I like the sounds you make when I'm inside of you." He presses a clawed finger between my lips and I let him. "It's the only time you're actually honest with me. Your body doesn't lie. Even if your lips do."

He hums when I suck on his finger.

"You said my cock ached for you, but I think you ache too." My eyes go wide when his tail presses between my legs, stroking me. "How long had it been since some pathetic human cock spread you wide and poured their seed into you?"

He pulls his finger from my lips and I say, "Too long."

His tail slips inside of me and I close my eyes so he doesn't see them cross.

"If you ever make it back, you'll never be satisfied with what they have to offer, ever again."

I know.

"I am going to ruin you, pest." He caresses my breast with one enormous palm. "There won't be a single inch of you that does not belong to me by the time I'm through with you."

Dropping my head to his chest, I don't fight him.

I don't want to.

There's no escape for me right now, I might as well take what little pleasure exists in this place.

His tail fucks me without mercy and his hands hold me high off of him, they hold me open and I'm terrified of what I want to beg him for.

I don't think I would survive if he filled me completely.

But wanting it helps push me higher.

Knowing I shouldn't pushes me over the edge.

I come, and the tremors wracking through me make me want to scream. I choke it back. I won't give him the satisfaction.

His tail retreats from me with a hard "pop."

My lungs burn and I have to force my eyes open as the room tumbles… no, I'm just upside down.

The demon holds me by the waist, tight to his chest and his tongue follows the same path his tail did before.

I am a sloppy and swollen mess.

Every stroke makes me twitch, every sensation makes me whimper.

I need … something.

I need more.

Grabbing his tail, I suck the tip, tasting myself on him. His cock twitches, tapping the back of my head and I moan around him.

When it starts moving on its own, I let my eyes roll back and let him fuck my throat with his tail.

God .

I could so easily forget everything.

I hate us both for that.