Page 32 of The Monster of Darkspell Comics
That little gasped word is pure ecstasy for a demon like me. To feel it breathed upon the scales of my neck by my female, never has there been anything more erotic. I am aching as I navigate our way through the portal, the sensory burn of shifting worlds rocketing through me. Fanny twists and moans, her desire heightened by the energy-burst. I feel it too. It catches fire to the heat rushing through my blood, stirring an inferno within me as the first hot burst of pre-cum spurts from my cock and smears against the inside of my pants, making the fabric rub irritatingly.
I drop my bag on the floor and shift my hold on my female. I need to remove the rough pants and spare the sensitive head of my dick—for all our brutal strength and deadliness, our sexual organs are more sensitive than most other species. Like other nightmare demons, mine is internal, but it takes little stimulation for it to extrude and cause considerably more discomfort with my mounting arousal. As much as I need some relief from the overstimulation, I don’t want to release my mate for even a moment.
An impatient, clicking growl rises from my throat, the sound an entirely new variation from my usual. It takes me only a moment to reach back far into my memories and recall what it is. Mating growl. It is used both to inflame our mates and warnrivals away. If it does anything for the latter, I don’t have a clue, but its effect on Fanny is instantaneous. She jerks in my arms with a soft cry, a gush of her arousal spilling free from her as she trembles from the small climax that shoots through her. It’s delicious and fans my hunger for her to even greater heights. I can’t wait any longer! Clutching her tightly to my chest, I race to our room, my heart pounding with excitement in time with my heavy footfalls hitting the floor.
The layout of my den allows me to reach the room quickly and lay my mate on the bed, her bottom tucked close to the edge of the mattress. She smiles up at me and pulls off her sweater, her small, delightful tits bouncing with the movement before lying back to watch me, her dark eyes shining with excitement. Her hips promptly lift as I reach for the waistband of her pants, assisting me as I unbutton and peel them off her, taking her underwear down with them. Her sweet perfume immediately floods my nose as I bare her cunt, and another clicking growl vibrates through me in response as my cock leaps in its silent demand. I am eager to shred my human clothing from my body to climb over her and mount her, but I don’t wish to scare her, nor do I wish to use my mate harshly and potentially harm her.
Forcing some patience into my movements, I step back and remove my clothes, allowing them to drop to the floor as I abandon the last vestiges of my human disguise and stretch to my full height, my breath billowing into me as my body expands to its true girth once more. Fanny’s eyes follow me, the lust within their depths deepening as I drop my glamour. With another clicking growl, I prowl toward the bed, her thighs parting at my approach in silent invitation. Stepping between them, I lower myself to a crouch and drop my hand to her slick sex, luminous with her arousal, and press against the heat gathering there. A groan of pleasure escapes me from the feel of it, and I rub my thumb back and forth over the little nub offlesh at the top of her slit as my tongue slips from my mouth and ventures along the delicate flesh there, lapping her sweetness up. With feverish snarls of pleasure, my tongue slips along over her cunt, teasing her and lapping her sweetness from the source as I press my tongue deep within her, hunting for more.
Fanny moans, her hips trembling as I thrust my tongue in and out of her as my thumb resumes teasing her little pleasure spot at the top. I delight in the kick of her hips and the soft whining pants that burst from her lungs as I tease her and worship her. I can’t get enough of her flavor. I could probably feast on her for hours if the ache of my cock weren’t so demanding.
She is so incredibly soft here that I can’t help but marvel at it all as I explore her folds and retract my claws to dip a long, thick finger into her heat. Fanny makes a choking sound in response, her head tipping back with the intensity of the sensation rushing through her and the plush, wet heat of her squeezes against my finger. My eyes close as a shiver rushes through me, and I fan my wings wide, stretching them fully from where they have been compressed and shriveled against my body all day. My corethi descend from where they are coiled at the base of my wings and lower around her like so many vines, the feathered ends trailing over her, their barbs scraping, delivering tiny, insignificant doses of my venom to my mate.
They stroke over her flushed skin, and I enjoy the way her flesh reacts to their delicate, venomous touch with every shiver and smattering of tiny bumps raising and prickling. More importantly, it is her scent that compels my hunger to greater heights. Her perfume of excitement and need fills my nose as distinctly as her cries of pleasure fill my ears. She is a sensory masterpiece: taste, sound, and touch satisfying my every need.
Almost every need. My cock is hard enough to bludgeon a hapless enemy to death, but there is only one thing that willease it and make the ache tormenting me go away. Such sweet pain. Sweet torment. Even as I desperately want relief, I relish the sensation as I bring my female quickly to another climax, her sweetness bursting into my mouth and over my tongue clenched within her cunt. I growl in satisfaction and only with great reluctance withdraw it from her body to lick her flavor coating my mouth. She watches me with glazed eyes, her pulse leaping in her throat.
She is so tiny and prey-like as I slowly climb over her. But there is no fear in her passion-filled gaze. All I feel is a need that burns me down to my dark soul. A louder growl rumbles in my chest, hungry and possessive. Her pink lips part with a gasp, and her pupils expand further in reaction. Has she been reacting that way all along? If so, it is a revelation and one that I will keep tucked close to savor and implement as I see fit.
I lower my hips to hers, and a hiss of pleasure slips from between my teeth as my straining cock brushes her slick folds. Her pelvis leaps up in reaction, sliding tantalizingly along my length, making another thick stream of pre-cum pump out from the tip of my prick. I want to skewer her on my dick so that she writhes as I plunge into her hot sheath. It is only with a surprising modicum of self-control that I didn’t know I possessed that keeps me from doing exactly that.
Rocking my hips slowly, I mimic our earlier bouts of eager and adoring fornication, sliding the tip of my cock and the length of its shaft back and forth along her beckoning slit. Fanny instinctively rocks responsively into each graze, pressing the little swollen bud of her pleasure and unfurled sex opened up for me firmly against my cock in invitation. Her sheath is so tiny, my cock like a lead pipe settled against it, but we will fit, and the mating venom beginning to course through her will see to it that it does not hurt. A quiver runs through me as instinct roars higher between us with its hungry demands.
Take. Sate. Hunger. Devour. It is a wordless pulse of instinct rushing between us, demanding the completion of the mating act that we’ve danced around. I can feel it beneath my scales, and Fanny arches more desperately against me in her silent demand, telling me that she feels it just as keenly. A pleased rumble echoes through me, and I lean forward, snaking my tongue up her neck and jaw. It glances lightly against her lips before pressing deep even as I adjust my angle and press in the large head of my cock.
Her lips swallow the thick, tapered tip of my tongue even as her cunt opens and begins to swallow my cock. Her moan of pleasure vibrates through me, skating over my skin like the most pleasing of aphrodisiacs that the succubae possess. My tail curls around her thigh, and my corethi cling to her as I pull out a little and press in a little deeper again. I taste the drops of venom filling my mouth from my fangs and know that she is drinking them in with every lurid suck on my tongue as she gasps around it with pleasure, her little body rising to meet my every thrust. Another growl of pleasure breaks from me as my hips jump forward, pressing the entire length of my cock home.
Fanny’s squeal is muffled around my tongue, but her channel attempts to strangle my cock as warm heat bursts around my length with every squeeze of her internal muscles. My cock jumps in response, eager to spill, but I withdraw from the brink and pin her hips with mine so that she remains motionless beneath me as I withdraw my tongue from her mouth and work to regain control. It doesn’t stop her from attempting to wriggle beneath me with frustrated whimpers. I stare down at her, watching the expressions crossing her face as she is caught within her need. So gloriously responsive.
Her little heels rise up and kick into my flanks like she’s trying to urge on a hell stallion, her face screwing up in her frustration.
“Pashar, move!” she complains, and I chuckle darkly before withdrawing and giving her exactly what she needs.
Her squeal of pleasure is a deafening delight to my ears as I plow into her, and I grunt as the head of my cock taps the deepest recess within her. I can taste the venom filling my mouth again, my gums aching with the need to strike and claim my mate, envenomating her so that she is eternally mine and mine alone. It rides me as I rock back and thrust deep again, my hips moving slowly at first and then picking up speed as our bodies come together violently with our mutual need. Fanny’s little weak claws score my scales, bringing little shivers in their wake, her cries driving me on, her teeth sinking into my chest making my cock leap and my testicles shift with the rapid accumulation of my seed.
She does wicked things with those little pitiful human teeth and claws as they scrape ineffectually at me and yet stir my ardor to greater heights by the ferocity with which she does it until I am slamming into her, rutting her as my hand clamps around her neck, dragging her firmly back down to the mattress and keeping her pinned beneath me as our bodies slap together with our primal need. Heat fills her gaze, and she smiles, her head tilting, exposing her neck to me. I try to distract myself with the bounce of her breasts as I rut her, slowly only to grind into her with her climaxes to milk her every orgasm to its greatest peak. The clench of her cunt around my cock is bliss, drawing my sap higher, threatening to shatter my control as I continue to ride her.
Her enthusiasm never flags as she meets me thrust for thrust. Her breath is coming in little pants now, a sheen of sweat coating her skin as I feel her body preparing to climb to its pinnacle once again. Her need coils within her, growing as it tightens with every stroke of my sex inside of her, and I am helplessly caught in it, my cock swelling and jerking now withevery thrust. My lips peel back from my sharp teeth and I pump deeply into her cunt as it slowly begins to tighten around me, her muscles clenching with her impending orgasm. I slam into her clenching heat, my eyes rolling back at the way her grip caresses my cock with every thrust. Her legs quiver around me and her channel spasms hard, milking my length so fiercely that my own climax barrels through me, exploding with such force that a roar tears from my throat seconds before my teeth snap onto her shoulder, savaging it as my venom flows undiluted directly into her veins.
Fanny’s scream of release comes again as she rides her orgasm anew, her body drinking in my essence with a desperation that I understand all too well. I growl triumphantly as I give her my gift as she gives herself to me.
My sweet Fanny. My mate.
Life will never be peaceful again with this female at my side. I can hardly wait to see what our future brings.
Chapter 25
Fanny
Ifeel like I’m floating on cloud nine as I move around the shop, humming to some love ballad since I’m feeling especially sappy today. I’m just in a really good mood, and even the weather seems to be celebrating with me as the temperatures today are cool and fog has been clinging close to the ground, giving the desert a dreamy look. Mating with Pashar was beyond what even my wildest imagination could conjure up. It takes everything I have not to cling to him like one of Chewy’s vines while he works, but I know the feeling is not one-sided since his eyes frequently drift over to me.
Perhaps I should have taken him up on it when he suggested closing the shop for a few days to “nest.” It actually sounds really good, but I didn’t want to just do that to Ms. Kremble without warning. Though it is Pashar’s vacation, he is still running a business in her mall. So, instead, I content myself with tormenting him with little wiggles as I work whenever there aren’t customers around. I’m also wearing the tightest pair of jeans that I own and feel like the seam of the pants is trying to cleave my butt in half the rest of the way, but they look good, and I can feel his eyes tracking the movements of my ass when they aren’t glued on my cleavage peaking from the top of my intentionally chopped up Motley Crue shirt.
I give another experimental bounce, and he swallows a groan. “That’s it. I’m going to see Anayolia. She’s had enough time to get her bearings this morning. At this rate I’m going to bedead before I get you home again,” he growls, drawing a gleeful giggle from me.
Stacking his work into a neat pile, he stands and straightens and casts a provocative look in my direction as he stalks toward the door.
“Bring back lunch,” I shout after him and giggle again at his growl.
