Page 40 of Dark Souls

His tongue darted out across his lips as he flexed his arm muscles, his claws gripping the cushions tighter and it shouldn’t have been so fucking sexy. He clicked his neck to one side with his eyes closed as I stood there, waiting for some kind of reaction. The anticipation was killing me. When he opened his eyes, they burned with such intense desire that I knew I was doomed. And then I felt it. The prickling tug on my mind. A slow spread of pleasurable sensations skated down my spine all the way to my toes, that caused a soft moan to escape my lips. I narrowed my eyes at him, refusing to get lost to the pleasure like last time.

“Get out of my head,” I hissed.

His nostrils flared and he shifted on the sofa, spreading his legs wider until my eyes dropped to his crotch and the enormous growing bulge beneath his jeans.

“I’m going to make you come, Snow. I’m going to make you come so fucking hard that you forget that asshole’s name because he’ll never compare. Until you forget every man who has ever tried to satisfy you because, after I’m done with you, you’ll know the true meaning of the word.” He slowly stood up, walking towards me with precise, purposeful strides. A predator homing in on its prey.

‘Oh, it’s happening! After that speech, Ronnie who? We are going to fuck the demon! And all men will be ruined for us! I can’t wait!’

‘Shut the fuck up, Rue. I am not fucking him!’

‘You so are.’

Lifting my chin to maintain eye contact, I peered up into his alluring eyes with my own silent challenge.

“But like I said, you set the boundaries. So, what’s it going to be? Shall I give you the best orgasm of your life with my mind or with my tongue?”

I tracked the seductive action of his tongue subtly tracing his lower lip and my insides turned to lava. Damn, my vagina would never forgive me if I denied it that kind of pleasure, right?

‘Forget our vagina. I will never forgive you! Vibrators and dildos are great but nothing can beat a talented tongue.’

Damn, she had a point. I was really going to do this. I was close to succumbing to my dark fantasies and blurring the boundaries entirely between me and my stalker. I was going to fucking hell.

‘At least it’s warm there. And full of demons. Win, win.’

‘This could all be a distraction, Rue. He could be seducing us just so we drop our guard and then he’ll kill us for figuring out who he really is.’

‘Are you forgetting that he was the one who revealed himself to us first? And stop trying to come up with excuses. We both already know he doesn’t want to kill us so take what he’s offering! Pleasure!’

“You’re leaving me hanging here, Snow,” Heathen said with slight amusement mixed in his deep tone. “You have no idea how badly I want a taste of you.”

I licked my lips, arousal building at the thought but also unwilling to let my guard down completely. If this was going to happen, it would be on my terms and I’d be in control. Turning abruptly, I strutted towards the second bedroom, my bedroom, and stopped in the doorway to glance back at him.

“I’m not fucking you, Heathen. But thanks to your little sex dream manipulations, I am wound up so tight I feel like I’m going to explode. Which technically is a problem you caused. So, you better fucking fix it and blow my damn mind because you have a lot to live up to.”

A slow, feverish grin appeared on his face. With rapid speed, he zoomed towards me, his claws landing on my hips. He spun us around, pinning me between his gigantic frame and the bedroom wall. I tutted, smirking at the slight frown on his face when I shook my head. Slamming my hands on his chest, I sent him flying across the room with all my strength until he landed on the bed. In a split second, I was on top of him, straddling his waist as he blinked up at me, slightly dazed.

“Going to be like that, is it Snow? Are you going to have your wicked way with me?” His dark eyes tracing over my body as his claws made their way up my thighs. “Be my guest. Come sit that pretty pussy on my face and ride me until you scream.”

My heart was thundering, and desire was making my head swim, but on the outside I remained cool and collected, chewing at my bottom lip, when he ripped my tights at the crotch effortlessly. I moved up his body, my own trembling with need and anticipation as my thighs straddled his head. His claws snaked around the top of my thighs, forcing me to sit lower on his face as I stared down at the only visible part of him from under my mini skirt. His black eyes and his monstrous horns.

The moment I felt his forked tongue take its first lick of my pussy, my eyes rolled and all the tension in my body evaporated.Woah, that was one powerful muscle right there!A dark rumbling of approval vibrated from his chest beneath me and I gasped when that tongue took a few more rapid licks, as though he couldn’t get enough. The pleasure was instant. Normally it would take me a while to build up to an earth-shattering orgasm but holy shit, I could feel one already brewing.

When his tongue found its way into my centre, I couldn’t contain the gasp and loud moan that echoed around the room as I fell forwards and grabbed his horns to steady myself. He groaned, his hooded eyes fluttering and I remembered how he said they were sensitive to touch. As the long length of his tongue fucked me, causing all my walls to squeeze around it, I ran my hands along the curve of his horns to the tip and back, making his body tremble with pleasure beneath me.

My hips started rocking over his face, riding him harder as my breathing became laboured and I could feel the pressure building. The places his tongue reached and the way it moved inside me were unlike anything I’d ever experienced.

As if sensing I was so close, he removed his tongue and lapped at me in one long stroke, flicking my throbbing clit at the end as a fucking tease. I shuddered and gripped his horns firmly, forcing his mouth away from my core long enough to get his attention.

“Don’t fucking edge me, Demon. It won’t end well for you.” I panted, glaring down at him beneath hooded eyes.

He chuckled. The fucking asshole chuckled. “Just savouring every bit of you, Snow. This is my new favourite place to be so I’m not letting it end too soon.”

Before I could tell him to shut up and make me come, his talented tongue gave my clit all of its attention. Within seconds of his repetitive swirling, flicking and sucking, my thighs were shaking, hips gyrating as if they had a mind of their own and I was a moaning mess above him. Grabbing his horns once more, I used them to ride his face harder, matching the movement of his tongue as I threw my head back and screamed out the most delicious orgasm I’d ever had. My whole body tingled with the aftershocks but he didn’t let up. Instead, he moved from my clit back to my centre, penetrating me with his tongue once more. His claws dug into my ass, lifting me up and down, so I was practically fucking his face while he focused on hitting that sweet spot inside me that had my walls clenching around him every time. The second orgasm hit harder. Crashing through me like an avalanche and had me screaming his name without shame.

As the lust-filled haze dispersed, I fell sideways onto the bed next to him, my chest rising and falling rapidly as I tried to regulate my breathing. My whole body and my mind were in a state of bliss and I waited for the regret to take over, but it never came.

He rolled onto his side, balancing his head in one claw with a shit-eating grin on his face. His tongue licked around his mouth, devouring every trace of my pleasure.

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