Page 98 of Demonic Cage
I moan because that’s all I can do.
“Lotte, look at me.”
I can barely breathe, but I comply, and I almost come at the sight of the Demon King between my legs, his nose gently touching my underwear.
“Good girl,” he purrs. I love how he talks to me. “Look into my eyes as I taste you for the first time.”
Every part of me trembles as Darya runs his thumb along my nipple and tears my thong with his other claw. His tongue slowly licks from bottom to top, all the while maintaining eye contact.
I sigh and curse in Swedish. The feeling is so overwhelming that I start moving, trying to get closer to him. But Darya presses my hips down.
“Stay still while I lick you until you come in my mouth.”
I don’t resist, but I can barely hold on. Darya’s tongue reaches my clit, and a tear rolls down my cheek as he softly licks against the swelling. He suddenly grasps it with his lips, and I shiver, but his hand on my breast tightens.
“I love it,” he whispers on the sensitive skin. “I don’t love many things, but Iloveyour taste.”
And thank God I don’t have to beg again because his mouth is in the right place, devouring me. I moan, clutching the blanket as Darya’s tongue and mouth wreck me.
“Look at me,” he instructs again, and I gaze down as I pant, struggling to catch my breath.
Darya’s tongue has lengthened, becoming black and forked. His eyes are also black, with stripe tattoos emerging from them and running down to his neck.
The demon doesn’t let fear touch me and, never taking his eyes off mine, his long, black tongue slips inside me, while his mouth kisses my clit. First gently, erotic. Then fast, devouring.
He moans as if he truly loves what he swallows, and I lose complete control. I don’t know who I am anymore, why I’m here. I just scream and moan his name as my swollen core drips with pleasure, and I ache for more, more, more. Darya nods approvingly with each outburst.
I press my hips closer, then closer still, wanting more, and when he takes my nipple between his fingers, and his tongue moves inside me, his groans of pleasure cause me to lose myself.
The orgasm spreads through me, enveloping me in darkness. I scream Darya’s name, and he wickedly chuckles, but doesn’t stop. His tongue continues to circle inside me, guiding me through the aftershocks, and I release the blanket, completely undone.
His tongue withdraws, breathing a soft kiss on the shattered part of me, causing me to shiver. He speaks to me, but doesn’t look at me, which somehow makes it more erotic.
“I could get used to this taste,” he whispers, then looks at me.
My thoughts start racing again, and I blink as the picture clears, realizing what I’ve done.
Not yet. I don’t want to wake up yet.
“Give me your blood,” I whisper.
Darya doesn’t hesitate; he tears open his wrist, drinks his blood, then presses his lips to mine. I growl as it flows in me again. As if the orgasm meant nothing, desire floods back, and I pull myself against his broad shoulders. His kiss isn’t gentle; it’s forceful. He presses his lenght against me through his thin trousers, and I moan.
His hips start moving, and despite feeling broken moments ago, I move with him. He doesn’t release my mouth but he whispers in a language I don’t understand while his trousers ruthlessly graze against me. The warmth turns into heat as pleasure sweeps me back towards another orgasm.
“Say my name,” Darya whispers, and I comply, collapsing.
He kisses me gently, and I would undo his trousers because it’s still not enough, but he pushes my hand away.
I look at him in confusion.
“We need to go. The ritual is starting.”
“I don’t give a shit,” slips out of me, making Darya laugh.
“Don’t worry, little champion,” he says, lifting me from the ground.
He throws a long white dress at me as he spreads his wings. He takes my arm and whispers in my ear. “I’m not done with you yet.”
