Page 67 of Hellish Witch

It tingled on my tongue, already working to strengthen me even as it drugged me with a high that rivalled any drug in the realms. He pushed in further, and I gagged, no choice but to swallow the sweetness he forced down my throat.

He pulled back with a vicious smirk, and I had a single second to breathe, pussy clenching hard on his throbbing tail, swollen and thick inside me—like it was lodged in deep and too wide to pull out.

Stuck.

“Fuck,” I panted. “Is your tail…” I trailed off, unsure how to ask what my jumbled thoughts were hinting at.

He loomed over me, a sinister grin on his lips. “Is my tail what, sweetness? Is it knotting your tight pussy so you can’t get away from me?” A dark chuckle rumbled his chest, glimpsing the unhinged psycho I knew him to be. “Just wait until it’s my cock. I know you’ll squeeze my knots so beautifully. That perfect pussy of mine, desperate for all my cum.”

I whined, out of breath from his words as much as the aftershocks of bliss lighting me up and the tingle of power dripping down my throat, bathing my skin.

He grinned, all sharp teeth and bad intentions.

Something slapped against my pussy, a sharp sting of pleasure. I screamed, another orgasm ripping through me like venomous fangs. I writhed in a bed of feathers, trapped in Killian’s dark fantasy.

A sinful chuckle met my low moans as I came back down from the shocked high, inner walls pulsing around the swollen tail knotted inside me. My clit throbbed from his rough attention.

I blinked up at Killian, his storm-blue eyes glowing with silver streaks like the flash of blades.

“Open wide, pretty girl.” The demon lifted sharp claws, dripping pearly liquid onto my lips. “You still have a mess to clean up.”

Chapter 24

The softest silk draped me, rubbing lightly against my bare skin with every breath I took.

A heated band wrapped around my waist. It pulled me into a firm heat at my back, and everything in me melted.

“Mmm.” A contented sigh escaped as I snuggled closer to the delicious warmth cocooning me. I reached up and pulled the silky blanket tighter.

My fingers brushed wispy layers, and I frowned at the ticklish glide.

“Happy birthday, sweetness,” a husky voice whispered in my ear. “If you keep fondling my wings, though, I’m going to think you want another present.”

My eyes almost bugged out of my head. Harsh sunlight blinded me, and I hissed, slamming my lids closed.

A low chuckle rumbled the muscular chest at my back. “I’ve never had someone hiss at me for suggesting morning-after fun.”

My cheeks blazed. “No… I…uh…was hissing at the sun.” I finished lamely, wincing at how dumb that sounded.

Killian’s warm laughter soothed my embarrassment. He nuzzled into my neck, his mirth tickling my skin as much as the messy strands of his inky hair.

My grin put the rude sun to shame. I’d dreamt of this moment for years. In more ways than one.

It was finally happening.

After making me come over and over last night, between feeding me mouthfuls of sweetness, rich with power, his tail had finally deflated enough to slide out from inside me. He’d carried me to the shower in the tiny adjoining bathroom, and we’d both cleaned off under the weak spray of tepid pink water.

Sleepily washing each other in the early hours had been strangely more intimate than what we’d done in the bed. I’d been left speechless as the playboy incubus tended to my every need, drying me off and tucking me into bed before cuddling up next to me without a word.

After the realm-shattering pleasure and the tender way he’d treated me afterwards, hope sank its claws deep into my heart, even though I knew it was a terrible idea.

Killian pressed a gentle kiss against my neck. Fangs brushed the delicate skin, and I shivered in sleepy delight.

“Clearly, it’s not helped your love of early mornings,” he rasped. “But at least last night should keep you topped up for a while.”

I jolted like he’d stabbed me.

My chest cracked open, all that dumb hope draining out in a rush.

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