Page 13 of Chaos Demons

“Hmmm, going deep are we?” He drew in a long breath. “Well… I know I’m supposed to help end the world. There are a few world-ending daemons out there and supposedly at the right time, we’ll all join together and tear this place apart. I don’t think any one of us could do it on our own. My wolf would make a royal mess of things and destroy a lot, but a solid coalition of gods could probably stop me.”

That was my man, casually talking about how it would take agangof full-fledgedgodstomaybestop him. Wow!

“I know I love to destroy things,” he continued. “But I also know that at first, I hated that about myself. I didn’t want to be a destroyer. I wanted to be a builder.” He smiled softly. “Then, one day, when I was a boy, I saw how a forest, ravaged by fire, was growing again. Destruction makes way for new life. I realized that by destroying… in the right way, I’m actually helping to create new things. That helped me get a handle on my urges to destroy.”

Funny how a new perspective could change so much. I wondered if that was all I needed. Of course, it wasn’t so easy to try and see something in a different way, not when you’re stuck in the middle of it.

“I also know that I love food and using my mouth. I love the sensations of eating and all the glorious flavors.” His gaze caught mine and he gave a wolfish grin. “You taste like honey and lemon. I don’t know how that’s possible, perhaps it’s a sex daemon thing, but you’re fucking delicious. I can’t get enough of you.”

Oh… wow.

Though… oddly I recalled the taste of his come, like sweet and salty custard. That… wasn’t normal either. Perhaps itwasa sex daemon thing? Now, I was curious. I shifted over to the edge of the bed.

“I want to taste you again,” I said, rising to a sitting position as I looked down at his cock and blinked. “Oh… wow…”

He looked down. “Yeah. I made a mess. I can’t help it when I’m with you.”

The condom still clung to his semi-aroused length, the tip was bloated and full and it looked like his cum had pushed out and dripped over his balls and legs and floor and… everywhere.

Something he’d just said caught in my mind. “Wait, were you not this… ah… potent when you were with other women?”

He scoffed. “Ah… well, daemon males are pretty virile in general, but… yeah… nothing like this. Though…” He frowned and pursed his lips in thought. “Long ago, I had a fling with Kostroma, a Slavic daemon of fertility, and it was similar with her.” He blinked at me. “Do you think it’s possible you have an aspect of fertility?”

Another aspect? More than two? “Wouldn’t that make me a goddess?” I asked a bit hesitantly.

Fen’s eyes grew a little hooded and heated. “You’re already a goddess in my eyes.”

Desire roared through me. I’d gone from almost zero — Who was I kidding, I was probably still at fifty — to a hundred in a second. One heated look and a sexy sentence and I was aching with need again.

“Get up,” I demanded, my voice husky.

He stood as I slid off the bed and onto my knees before him. I seized the condom and pulled it off, tossing it into a nearby waste bin, then I slid my tongue over his cum-soaked tip.

Yup, he tasted like custard, sweet and a little salty and just a little bit tangy.

I took him into my mouth, opening my throat to swallow him fully, my lips around his base.

He shuddered with pleasure, setting off an answering shudder within me, and I moaned around him. There was something amazing about having this powerful man’s cock in my mouth and knowing I could bring him to his knees with pleasure.

I sucked hard, hollowing my cheeks as I pulled slowly back, cleaning off his length and swallowing his sweetness.

He moaned and watched me with hooded eyes as his breathing turned ragged, and his cock swelled and hardened, full and ready once again.

I smiled up at him, shivering with desire at the needful fire in those pale blue eyes. “Yeah, it must be a sex daemon thing,” I addressed his comment from a moment before. “Becauseyoutaste like custard.”

I slowly stroked his shaft, wanting to keep him at this state of arousal. He’d already given me multiple orgasmsanda foot rub, the least I could do was return the favor.

“What do you want?” I purred, and he let out a low, throaty growl, sending chills rushing down my spine.

“I want to release inside you without being constrained. I want you to feel my hot cum pouring into you.” And before I could say that wouldn’t be possible it was condoms or nothing, he added, “I want your ass.”

Oh…?

Oh!

Hell, yes!

More than a few of the bad boys I’d been with had wanted anal, and I’d learned it could be incredibly satisfying. Even just thinking about it, my ass opened a little, expectant, needy, and my breathing picked up.

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