Page 10 of Demon: Monsterverse
My member quivered, so I flicked my tongue out, sliding it into the warm depths. I had to work into the tight slit, but as soon as I was through, she throbbed around my tongue.
The human cried out as if in pain, but if this hurt her, I could not stop, nor would I. This taste. This human—was mine.
With my tongue, I stretched deep into the comforting tightness of her flesh. Her head fell backward as she thrust toward my mouth. She lay back, but I lifted my palm to keep her from dropping to the ground. I must take my time with her savory fear ... my knees buckled, but I steeled them.
A sob wrenched from her throat, and I ignored her tormented cries. The human should not have followed me home, she asked for this.
“More. Please, harder, demon.”
My nostrils flared. Demon. The word humans had given my species.
Harder? What did she mean by this?
She did not want me to stop ...
I could only remain still in my shock for a moment before her juices dripped from the corner of my mouth, and I continued taking her essence into me. The delectable taste was mine. Her warm canal squeezed my tongue, and I flicked deeper into her, caressing the flat of my tongue against her walls.
A mewling echoed, and my breeding member throbbed to the point of pain. A human and a monster could not, nor should they, mate. Why was my body reacting in this way?
My tongue brushed against something small, soft, and round deep inside her. She screamed, and I repeated the motion toward the small spongy section within.
Did she like this?
Her thighs trembled at my shoulders, fingers sliding down my horns in a slow motion that pulsed through my body. My hips helplessly thrust in the air.
I wanted more of that.
This unknown sensation ... I wanted more and more.
I hummed against her seeping core.
“Yes, just like that. Please.”
My limbs tensed, liking the plea from her mouth. I must keep her just to taste this sweetness from her whenever I liked. Her cries came closer together, and she tossed her head back, using my horns to force my tongue deeper. Her liquid sweetness covered my face and dripped down my chin. Suddenly, her legs fastened around my jaw and she slammed my mouth tight against her core. The hugging channel pulsed around my tongue, throbbing as a gush of wetness filled my mouth and dripped from the corners.
For all that was monstrous ...
I swirled my tongue in the tight channel. Every bit of it was mine. The release of liquid was enhanced, and I wanted more of this flavor from her. My gums ached, and I restrained the urge to bite. I would not lose this taste and ruin it by turning it sour like the Craving Lotus. I withdrew my tongue, and her fingers squeezed as she groaned. Collecting all her liquid was my singular goal, so I continued lapping it until it no longer leaked.
I pulled back, panting as I stared at her now red flesh where my tongue had been. The soft pillowy folds were swollen and damp.
It belonged to me.
Her legs loosened around my shoulders, going limp. Any moment now, she would scream like a fear-riddled human and attempt to escape.
I tipped my head back, extricating the hold she had on my horns. My tentacles twitched, the pressure and tension mounting in my lower extremities, as if they wantedsomething.
But it did not make sense. I could not breed with a human.
She panted, staring down at me, face flushed red.
“What’s your name? Mine’s Bridget.”
That was not what I expected to come from her breathy tone.
“Tenebrous.”
Her eyes widened, and then the pink puffiness around her mouth stretched wide, flashing her blunt teeth at me.
