Page 120 of Bred
“Then I shall join you while you’re here.” He leaned in and kissed me, not caring that I’d puked all over the warehouse floor only hours before. “By the way, where are we?”
“Killahara Castle,” he replied, his voice taking on that soft rumble that always seemed to vibrate through me. “Our home.”
“Show me around later?” I tucked my bottom lip between my teeth while batting my eyes.
“Of course, little creature,” he answered. “For now, a bath.”
He programmed the shower, then carried me into the stall. The warmth of the water sluiced the dirt and blood from my body. The tension left me sagging, yet aroused. The power radiating off of Ian when he first gathered me in his arms set me on edge, cooled some as I floated in and out of consciousness on our way here.
Until now.
The tension pouring off of him as he washed my hair left me weak-kneed and horny. Thankfully, I wasn’t the only one in a state of excitement. Ian had controlled himself. His hard dick throbbed and spilled precum the whole time, and still he didn’t take advantage of the situation.
A true gentleman demon.
“You’re staring at my cock,” he muttered, blowing out of a huff of breath that steamed the glass.
“I am,” I said, licking my lips.
He gently rinsed the shampoo from my hair, then grabbed the bottle of body wash that smelled of cedar and spice, reminding me of him. “Do you want to suck my dick, little creature? Feel what it is like to spill my load down your throat?”
I whimpered.
“All in good time. First, we must wash up.” He took his time stroking the soap into my skin, paying special attention to my breasts, nipples, and pussy. He even teased my ass with his middle finger, rubbing my asshole temptingly. “Soon, I will breach your ass.”
I swallowed hard, aroused to the point of pain. My heart fluttered. My head was fuzzy and this time not because of the drug or hitting my head on concrete. I wanted to climb Ian like a damn tree, while he’d been content to thoroughly cleanse me.
When he was finished, he rinsed me off, then placed me on the bench and told me not to move. Though I was far away from the warmth of the water, I didn’t feel a chill. The floor was warm, as was where I sat. I could get used to this. Glancing up at Ian, a shiver ran down my spine. He stood under the water, back to the wall, facing me. His palm was wrapped around his thick length, and he pumped slowly, jerking himself as the blood and gore from his kills washed down the drain. I bit the inside of my cheek to stifle the whimper building in my chest.
“Come get me, little creature. Kneel before your master.”
Oh fuck.
Switch flipped.
I couldn’t scramble to him quick enough. The marble floor was warm beneath my knees as I stared up at him. He squeezed the tip of his cock, allowing the precum to dribble across my lips. I lapped it up like an over eager hussy, needing her next fix. A soft moan fell from me as my eyes fluttered shut. His cum was potent. I knew this. The minute he pumped his release into me, I’d needed more.
“Open your mouth for me,” he murmured, encouraging me. “Take me to the back of your throat.”
I complied, sticking my tongue out as he slid his tip across my tongue, coating it with his essence before pushing deeper. His wild grunt made my clit throb and my pussy ached. I could feel how wet I was, and we hadn’t really started yet. His thrusts were measured, deep enough to know he was in control, but not enough to hurt me. Placing my hands to his furred thighs, I groaned and swallowed around him, enjoying the hitch in his breath.
“Fuck, little creature. Do you feel it? The spill of my cum...” He snarled and snorted, stomping his cloven hoof, as if losing control. “I could use that pretty mouth of yours all day.”
Instead of continuing though, he pulled out and lifted me to my feet. In the next second, Ian had me pinned. The coolness of the tiled wall caused my nipples to pearl into hard beads. I cried out, hissing at the chilly bite of pleasure. “Ian...”
“Right here,” he murmured, entering me on a single thrust. “Fuck! I’m right here.”
Yes. He was. He throbbed within me, pouring his cum into my pussy with each shift of his hips. It was orgasmic. Exciting. I pushed back onto him, not allowing him to pull out very far. The beastly sounds he made as he grew more aroused added to the bliss pooling low in my gut. I tingled from head to toe. “Give it all to me.”
“Always for you.” He groaned, nuzzling the side of my neck as his pace faltered. The beast didn’t want to take his time.
Ian mounted me then, taking me to the floor of the shower in a muttered curse. His hot breath and the stomp of his cloven hooves turned me on. I liked this part of Ian as much as I enjoyed the refined Ian. He squatted over me, fucking me in long, hard strokes, hitting all the delicious places within me. My body tensed, my pussy spasmed. A cry of relief escaped me as I pulsed and milked his cock, accepting more of his spunk. He groaned my name over and over until he shoved deep one last time, climaxing with me.
I don’t know how long we sat in the shower, Ian buried deep within me, the faint pulses of his release still filling me, but I was content to be held in his arms. “Better now?” I nuzzled his cheek, loving the softness of his fur.
“Yes, but I still need you,” he whispered, almost embarrassed by his admission.
“Well, we have all the time in the world,” I replied.
