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Could snap me in half.

Every morning, since my arrival at Dominic’s penthouse, I’d woke with an incredibly empty ache between my thighs and wet panties from creaming myself. No dream could satisfy the hunger coursing through me for my demon bodyguard.

I shivered.

What would it feel like to be broken by him? To be fucked continuously until I lay limp; his cum trickling from my used and abused pussy. The idea should have scared me. Repulsed me, even. Instead, I couldn’t get the visions of his hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing me as his cock stretched my pussy to the point of delirium pumping load after load...Fuck, what’s wrong with me?The juices of my cunt dripped from my slit, coating my labia even as the spray of the shower washed away the evidence of my arousal. I’d never gotten this wet for a man before, let alone a Bocánaigh.

I heard tales of the Bocánaigh. How they would specifically find human battlefields and feed off the wounded soldiers or prowl through villages, looking for willing victims to carry their spawn. The notion Ian or those of his ilk could or would fuck men on the battlefields as they ate the soldier’s souls or spilled their cum into willing women repeatedly... I shuddered, not disgusted by the act, but excited. The domination a beastly demon like him could impose upon their victims shouldn’t thrill me. I should’ve been terrified he’d do the same to me.

Only, I wanted it.

God save me, I wanted him.

None of this was natural. Of everything I wanted, I yearned to be set free. However, a demon contract was written in blood and forged in fire. My father sold me to Dominic for a price that could never be repaid.

My soul for Alfred Glen’s success.

A cry fell from my lips as I slid my middle finger over my clit and through my slit. I was on edge. So close to orgasming. I jammed my knuckle between my teeth to keep from making a sound. I didn’t need Ian knowing what I was doing in here. He’d probably laugh himself silly at the idea I masturbated to him.

My eyes rolled up with a second stroke of my clit. Sparks of pleasure pinged through me as stars glittered before my eyes. It was so good. A whimper filled my throat as I shuddered and jerked. This was better than sex—no—nothing was better than sex, but this... Feeling... The tight coil of an impending climax... Of knowing who made this euphoric sensation cascading over my body... Fuck yes, this was better than sex.

The crash of the door slamming against the wall pulled a scream from me as my orgasm faded, leaving a painful, unfulfilled ache within me. “What the fu—”

The door to the shower swung open and there he stood, naked, hard, and covered with fur. I mentally shivered. This goat-man—this beast—was Ian. He towered over me. His long, thick erection jutted from a thatch of coarse hair at his groin, bobbing with each dribble of translucent fluid. Steam blew from his nose on each exhale. Two sets of horns protruded from his forehead and from behind his temples. His side-slanted goat's eyes were a piercing shade of white-blue. He stalked me on cloven feet until I was pressed to the cool tile of the shower.

My heart hammered. My mouth was dry. Arousal pooled low in my belly. Even with all the dark, coarse fur covering his body, I could see his tattoos. See the imperious smirk upon his angular mouth. I raised my hand, running it along his face, surprised by how soft he was. I should’ve run for my life.

I should’ve been scared.

Time slowed standing there with Ian, or the Bocánaigh in my shower. I knew what he wanted. The excitement ratcheted up by the second as we stood staring at each other. Slowly, I turned away from him and bent forward, exposing my pussy and ass to his gaze. A wild sound of arousal fell from him, adding to the thready need humming through my veins.

There was no foreplay. No sensual words shared between lovers. He rubbed his flared tip cock along my slit, then pushed forward, not stopping until he was fully seated within me. Tears sprang to my eyes. The stretch of my pussy was overwhelming, yet felt so good. It was better than I could ever imagine. What surprised me more was the fact he was already coming. Bent over me, his chest rubbing my back, he grunted and groaned, holding me still as he stroked himself in slow, deliberate thrusts.

“Do you like it?” he murmured across my ear, though his lips didn’t move. “The fact I can ejaculate on demand while fucking you? Nngh...”

The more he spilled within me, the more sensitive and warm my cunt became. With each thrust, a delirious euphoria snapped across my senses, leaving me a craven, wanton creature who couldn’t think. I sobbed, shaking in his grasp. “How is this possible?”

His rough chuckle sent mini-orgasmic sparks through my body. “Which part, little creature? The fact I’m fucking you and pumping you full of my cum, and you like it? Or the fact you can hear my voice?”

I shivered. My eyes fluttered shut. “Both.”

He groaned, pumping his hips faster, as though the idea of taking his time caused him pain. “Fuck...” His arm banded around my middle, holding me to him while keeping me upright. “One time will never be enough, Ms. Glen. Never.”

I cried out, pushing back against him, listening to the wet splat of his cum hitting the tile floor of the shower with each of his thrusts. Inside, I was a mess. It was glorious. I didn’t want him to stop. Erotic bliss cascaded through my pussy, causing a delicious quiver that caused me to squeeze around him. For a split second he shoved deep and held himself still.

His high whine and moans were almost as sexy as the feel of him fucking me. He throbbed over and over inside of me, filling me up to the point his release spilled from my passage and dripped down my inner thighs.

“I want to see your belly bulge with my cum. Feel you stretch as I pump load after load inside of you. I want to watch my seed flow freely from your cunt every time I fuck you.” He hummed, nuzzling the side of my neck. “I want you to present your pussy to me, all slathered up with my seed, whenever I want.” Ian flexed his hips, and another burst of his ejaculate filled me. “You’ll do it too, because you crave pleasing me. You can’t lie to me, Ms. Glen.”

My eyes rolled up as I shuddered in his arms. The knotted coil of my impending climax left me a greedy mess. I went to my tiptoes, wiggling against him, trying to get that flared tip of his to rub just the right spot inside of me to send me hurdling over the edge. Still, Ian kept himself stationary, except for the pulse at the base of his dick, feeding me more of his semen.

He demanded an answer.

One I’d yet to give him.

“Please...” I whimpered. Agony ripped through me as my orgasm built. Every inch of me tingled with awareness. “Yes... Oh fuck, yes. Please, Ian. Don’t make me beg you.” I gasped, clenching around him, harder this time, my body silently imploring him to help me.

“Give it to me.” He groaned, running his claw tipped finger over my clit. “Bathe my dick in your come.” Pleasure arced across the hard nub and fire bloomed within my chest as I screamed. My climax ripped me apart, shredding me from the inside out. Ian was right there, grunting through the last vestiges of his release while cradling me to his body.