Page 49 of Monsters' Manor

I’m completely naked in the middle of the woods with a demon’s tail in my pussy, and he wants me to relax?

Moaning again, I shift restlessly against him and he clicks his tongue in disapproval.

“So impatient. And here I thought you were going to be a sweet, obedient witch for me.”

Again, the noise I make is nowhere near intelligible, but Ren has a little mercy on me as he pulls his tail out, then eases back in. Over and over, he works himself inside—stretching me, testing to see how much I can handle. He drops a hand to circle my clit and I rear back against him, pressing hard into his muscled chest.

It’s good, so damn good. And even though a distant part of my brain might be able to register just how absolutely fucking strange it is at the same time—being here, naked in the woods, letting a demon put his tail in me—it doesn’t matter. All that matters is me and Ren, the magick flowing between us, the pleasure he’s giving me. It builds higher and hotter, bringing me close, so close…

At least until he slides his tail out of me and disappears again.

With as pliant and shaky as all my muscles are right now, I almost topple backwards off the branch.

Just before I do, Ren reappears in front of me. He’s on his knees this time with his big hands on my thighs to keep me steady, and lets out a low, ominous laugh at my half-strangled scream of protest.

“Have you learned your lesson, Rosie?” he taunts, leaning in to nip at the over-sensitive skin of my inner thigh. “Have you learned what happens to wicked witches when they run?”

“Yes,” I groan, desperate to have his hands on me again, his tail, his tongue. Whatever he wants to give me, I’ll have it. Whatever will make him have mercy on me and let me come, I want it. I’ll say anything, do anything…

“Good,” Ren rumbles, then leans in even closer, bringing the ridged curve of his horn up against my pussy.

He rubs it over my clit once, twice, and again. Over and over until I reach down to take both those horns in hand and angle him just the way I want.

“Yes, Rosie,” Ren groans, surrendering and letting me move him. “Take all the pleasure you need from me, witch.”

He doesn’t have to tell me twice.

I’m shameless, brazen as I rub myself on him, half out of my mind with the need racing through me. And when Ren shifts and finally puts his mouth on me, I’m nothing but greed and want—selfish, desperate. I clutch at his horns, thrust my hips into him, and his growl of approval echoes into my pussy.

I shatter a few moments later, waves of impossible pleasure breaking over me. Ren works me all the way through my orgasm—alternating between fucking me with his tongue and catching my clit between his lips in light, teasing sucks.

I whimper as I slide down from that peak, almost frustrated to have come so quickly.

My demon, though, isn’t done with me yet.

“That’s one,” he rasps against my core. “I want at least one more. To make sure you’ve learned your lesson.”

With that threat hanging in the air between us, he brings his tail up to plunge back into me while he works my clit with lips and tongue and teeth. I’ve barely recovered from my first climax when I feel the first tremors of my second. It’s too much—too much pleasure, too much heat—more than my body can possibly—

“One more, witch,” Ren says again.

“I ca—”

“Don’t you dare finish that word. One more.”

With another strangled cry, I surrender. To Ren, to the magick between us, to the fire in my veins. My climax hits hard and fast and vicious, ripping through my body with enough force to pull a low scream from my throat.

Ren moves, standing and pulling me into the hard wall of his body, keeping me upright as I go completely boneless. He strokes a soothing hand up and down my back, pressing his lips to the top of my head and speaking softly into my hair.

“Easy, Rosie. Keep a handle on all that power of yours.”

I don’t understand what he means, at least not until I pry my heavy eyes open and blink in confusion at the glowing light surrounding us.

Embers, a whole cascade of them, tumble down around us like so many fireflies. The forest floor is damp enough that they sputter harmlessly out as they fall, and I stare in wonder at their glow.

“Did I do that?”

“Yes.” Ren leans in to snag my lips in a quick kiss. “Though I’m going to take at least half the credit for it.”

---