Page 108 of Bewitching Her Monsters

When I feel and caress the tendons and bones where the wings connect to his back, Maxum bucks hard into me. Apparently, I’ve found the demon’s G-spot.

His tail slides over the back of my thigh, teasing my asshole.

“Are you…”

“Yes, I am.” He growls. “I’m going to fuck you with my tail and my cock.”

As he slides inside me, where I’ve been made slick with Arran’s cum, I about lose the few marbles I have left. “Are you sure you aren’t trying to kill me through pleasure? I’m not objecting, by the way.”

“I don’t kill what’s mine.” He licks my nipple, playing with it with his forked tongue.

“Yours?” I ask, breathy from how he’s working my body and a bit shocked he would want me.

“Mine.” Maxum’s voice is rough and possessive. “I can’t let you go after this.” He thrusts into me. “You’re perfect.”

I never expected my grumpy, snarky demon to say that. “No. You are.”

He claims me with a kiss so passionate that it feels like our souls intertwine.

My hands are at the base of his horns, stroking them.

When he pulls back, he grins wickedly. “Such a good little monster fucker.” His fingers lace into my thick hair at the base of my skull, and he fists a handful, tilting my head back until my neck is vulnerably arched and fully exposed. His sharp teeth graze my soft flesh.

I wonder if he’ll bite me.

Do I want him to?

“Now that you’re mine, all those fantasies you write about? I’m about to make them all come true, little witch.” Maxum chuckles, then lifts me up and slams me down onto his cock while he’s standing.

I grind against his pubic bone with every downward motion. I’m so fucking impressed with his strength that an orgasm quickly approaches. His tail pumps into me, stirring me higher. When I climax, I cry out at the sensation of his double penetration.

“Maxum!” I take hold of his horns again and ride my bucking bronco.

“Say it again!”

“Maxum!” I shout as I milk his cum from his textured cock.

His wings once again circle around me.

I feel unimaginably protected and cherished, cocooned within his embrace.

My head falls forward against his chest. All the energy I had from the first round has dissipated.

“I got you, little witch,” Maxum murmurs, carrying me into the shower.

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I fell asleep in the shower and I’m not sure how I ended up back in Arran’s bed. I vaguely remember a bit of arguing about where I would sleep when we came out of the bathroom.

Apparently, Arran won. Maybe they are taking turns. Sometimes when I half-wake, I feel one or both of them in the bed with me, snuggled up closely.

I sleep and sleep.

It’s dark out when I open my eyes, and there’s a legit furnace at my back… named Arran.

“You awake?” His hands stroke up and down my side as if they have been itching to do that for hours, but he didn’t want to wake me.

“I’m waking up.” I rub the gravel from my eyes and turn to face him. I’m not sure if I hoped for the beast. Am I crazy that I find him just as hot? “How long have I been out?”

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