Page 107 of Tricky Princess
Her magic was sentient as it crackled across her skin, sending delicious shocks through his body. It took all his strength to not spurt across his stomach. His hand twitched to rub at his length. He fought it off, focusing on his tongue, his teeth, everything to drive her orgasm from her. Her legs widened more as her moans became incoherent pleas.
“More, please, Gods,” she cried.
She clenched around his tongue before her beautiful body arched and bucked above him. She cried out his name, begging him to never stop—like that was possible. Stars shot across his vision as she was pushed off the precipice. The exquisite sound of her release could be heard in the pits, and he was both proud and possessive of that noise. Every beast and demon would know she was his. He stroked her slowly as she rode out the waves. His claws scraped across her stomach that was still fluttering with her release. Like the beast he was, no longer able to hold it back, he pitched her forward. She was dazed as she landed on her hands and knees, but he was on her instantly, lining up his aching cock to dive into her pussy that was so desperate to be filled. And oh, did he oblige.
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Ellea
Ellea glanced back as Ros gripped her hip while trailing sharp claws down her back. The sight could only be described as glorious. She added it to the list of fantasies she never knew she had.
Those horns…
They would be her undoing. Their blackness reminded her of his shadows, curling elegantly toward the ceiling. And with his eyes alight and glowing a harsh red, how could she not need him—now and forever? He licked his lips, moaning as he tasted her release that coated his face. She knew that any female or male would know that he was hers. She wanted to coat him in her smell, wear his marks, and make him scream her name so loud that every creature in all the realms knew that this godly beast was hers and no one else’s.
Ellea was imagining the things he could do with his tail when he stopped every coherent thought. As he impaled her on his cock, she screamed, and her mind went fuzzy at the feel of him, hot, hard, and relentless.
“Mine,” he growled.
Her magic reacted on its own again, flickering across her skin and dancing with the power radiating from her demon prince.
“Yours,” she whimpered, meeting him for each delicious, harsh thrust.
Her pussy was quivering around him, still reeling from coming on his tongue. Ros growled her name, and she knew he was close. She would not taunt him for his quickness; she begged for it only so they could go again and again…
“Fuck,” he hissed, slowing his pace, but she arched into him, allowing him deeper and forcing him over the edge.
“Are you going to spill into this pussy, Ros?” She breathed out the words as her body shuddered, and when his look turned feral, she couldn’t help but clench around him. “Make a mess of me, mark me, show everyone who I belong to?”
It was a question and a demand, causing Ros to pause, eyes wide. When she shifted, moving him, he snapped, and it was transcendental. He wrapped his hand around her braid, pulling her toward him, and he latched onto her shoulder. With his fangs buried in her skin and his hot release pouring into her, she came again, and she thought the world shook under them.
Ellea stroked his arm that was wrapped around her middle as he slowly licked at the mark, shallowly thrusting into her as their releases dripped onto the floor beneath them.
“You’re so perfect,” he said, kissing her shoulder. “And so very wicked.”
She felt his smirk against her skin.
“I don’t know about that.” She didn’t feel wicked—she felt insatiable.
She clamped around him, and he groaned against her skin.
“Princess…”
“You’re still hard,” she murmured. “We should fix that.”
A whirl of night and shadows engulfed them as Ros magicked them to their soft bed. She landed on her back with a giggle, and he began to slowly kiss his way up her body. Her eyes fluttered closed as the feeling of being worshiped consumed every inch of her. He nipped hard at her nipple, causing her to gasp and snap her eyes open. No longer was he a Helish being as his hazel eyes glimmered with so much emotion.
Ellea reached for him, caressing his cheek and guiding him to her waiting lips. Their kiss was soft, a whisper of the roughness from moments ago. He slid into her slowly, and Ellea sighed at the perfect feel of him.
“I’ll always need this,” she said between kisses.
She continued to pour as much into them as possible, whispering her praise and thanking him for trusting her with something he fought so hard to hide. He shouldn’t hide anything from her—Rosier was hers.
“Mine,” she stated above his lips, causing him to moan and thrust into her harder, deeper.
“Always,” he answered.
Ros gripped her tighter, their skin slick with sweat as they clung to each other through each push, each stroke, chasing yet another orgasm. The only sounds were their breathless moans and feral kisses. So much emotion and wild magic surrounded them. Ellea wanted to say everything, all that she felt, but as her legs tingled and Ros’ cocked throbbed once again inside her, she had only curses for the Gods and his perfect dick that would make it impossible to think of anything else.
