Page 66 of Hellish Witch

It tingled hard enough that I throbbed beneath the slick coating me.

I’d never been with another sexual demon, and I didn’t know quite what to expect despite the rumours.

It was pure fucking bliss.

“Faster, sweetness. Work that cock like you own it,” he growled.

His hips bucked as I added a little twist to the motions, bouncing my hands up and down him fast enough to make my tits jiggle, even squeezed between my biceps.

Something thick stroked my pussy, and I gasped, losing my rhythm.

His tail slid through my folds, the arrowhead coating itself in his magical slick. The lubed head bore down at my entrance, bullying his way inside me. I moaned and writhed, trapped in his wings.

He pushed in slow enough for me to dance on the cusp of oblivion but tortured me right at the edge.

“Kill,” I whined. “Please, I need you.”

He shoved his tail all the way in, the arrow lodging deep and swelling. The pressure and stretch were too much in all the right ways.

I strangled his steely cock, battling to focus on pleasuring his throbbing length. The deep fullness of his tail had me moaning, everything in me tightening in anticipation. Before I knew what was happening, I lunged up, sinking my fangs into the meat of his chest and letting my venom wreak havoc through his body. The most divine sweetness hit my tongue as I finally tasted his blood.

The overwhelming taste of his nectar, the tail filling me, his needy cock in my hands—it shoved me over the edge, and I screamed through my fangs.

I pumped his cock with my hands in a punishing rhythm, and I released my bite right as he started to thrash above me.

He roared my name, coming in a fierce torrent.

Hot liquid splashed my chin and coated my breasts. It lashed my upper body and poured down my front. My nipples lit up with sensation, and even more so, my drenched pussy feltslapped with a tingling heat so hard it stung through my endless orgasm.

His tail kicked inside me, vibrating as he lost control. I writhed even harder, blackness trying to sweep me away as I broke for him over and over. Waves of pleasure crashed into me until I could hardly gasp enough air to survive the onslaught.

Minutes or hours or days passed as I writhed on a bed of wings, Killian coming over me as I shattered just for him.

Eventually, I managed to breathe again, blinking hazily up at the demon through the darkness, holding the room captive.

“Fires in Hell. That was…good,” I croaked. My voice sounded like I licked sandpaper for a living.

Killian chuckled, and his tail shook inside me. I groaned, jerking on the bed beneath his impressive body. His wings held me in a soft cradle of feathers, and he looked down at me with something soft, like adoration, lighting his handsome features.

“I think it was a little more than that.” A lopsided grin tugged up one side of his swollen lips.

A trickle of blood trailed from my fang marks in his chest, and I couldn’t help the feminine satisfaction at seeing my mark on him.

Even with the feast of sexual energy, the bite would remain for a few days because of my venom. A perk of my succubus side.

Killian traced a finger through the mixture of thick fluids between my thighs, making me shudder at the overstimulation. He held the glistening concoction up to the moonlight and licked it clean.

He groaned, and my pussy clenched on his tail. “Gods, that combination is addictive. I want to cover you with my seed every night. I want it dripping from this tight cunt as you go about your day, blushing at how it soaks your panties while you work.”

Even through the haze of pleasure, his words threw fuel onto the silly hope I tried to hide away in my heart.

He fisted his hand in my hair and pulled me up for a kiss that scorched me from the inside. I moaned into his mouth, tasting the power of us both on his wicked, forked tongue. Bliss simmered through every fibre of my being, somehow heightening every sensation even as I felt like I’d chain-smoked haze for hours.

He broke the kiss, chest heaving and eyes wild. “Now you’re going to clean up every drop of this cum for me, and take my power into you like the good girl you are.”

He yanked my hair, angling my head up as his other hand scooped hard between my legs, and I writhed on his wings. His fingers dripped cum across my lips and into my mouth a second before he shoved them between my lips.

I groaned at the addictive taste of him. The invasion of his smoky-sweet flavour in my mouth was everything the mouth-watering scent of his burned-caramel desire promised.

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