When she began simultaneously massaging his length with both hands, he lost what little restraint he’d had left.

“Georgia… Georgia…!” Her name spilled from his tongue like a prayer, his entire focus on the wave of pleasure building, building… “Oh, stars!” Release.

His entire body gave in to her, his climax thundering through him so powerfully, he only just managed to push her mouth off his cock before his dark magic flooded out of him on jets of semen.

Mind spinning, he pulled her into his arms to brush kisses to her mouth, her jaw, her ear, making her giggle as his panting breath tickled her skin. Finally, as the euphoria settled down to deep satisfaction, he pressed his forehead to hers and simply enjoyed the feeling of her.

“You fit so perfectly in my arms.” The words were out of his throat before they’d even registered in his brain. Only when her pretty face broke into a surprised smile did he realize what he’d said. The implication of it.

Fuck.

“So all males really do become putty from a blowjob, huh? Even big, scary demon princes,” she teased.

“Something like that,” he rumbled, pulling back just enough to peer down at her. She looked… happy. Playful, even. Completely at ease in his embrace in this one, perfect moment.

He needed to end it. Now. Before this soft, intimate feeling took root and he entirely forgot that she would never be his. Couldn’t be.

But, fuck, she really did fit perfectly in his arms.

Soft fingers trailed up his chest, pulling an involuntary purr from him and ruining any ability he might have had to release her from his embrace.

Georgia chuckled, low and soft. “I like that sound. It’s cute.” She looked up at him, curiosity in her eyes as they darted over his face and up to his horns. “What does your human disguise look like? Do you really look… like a normal man? I can’t picture it. You’re so… huge. And… demon-y.”

A wry smile pulled on his lips at her description of him as ‘huge’ and ‘demon-y’. “I do. A little… big, though, even as a man. It’s difficult to fit my body into human proportions. Sometimes more sensitive people get a little uneasy around me, but I mostly pass. When I brand you, you’ll see for yourself.”

“Ah, yes. The branding-thing.” She bit her lip, and fuck, why did she look absolutely irresistible doing it? “Um, you said it needed to happen when I was… coming, right? So how come you didn’t do it just now…?”

“I was a little busy enjoying the taste of your pussy and making sure I didn’t take too much of your life force,” he said, the memory of having his face between her thighs waking his cock with a twitch of interest.

“Ah. That makes sense. I appreciate you waiting and not accidentally murdering me.” Her tone was dry, but a delicious blush colored her cheeks rosy, betraying a lingering shyness, despite her growing trust in him.

“But now that I’ve eaten…” His hands slid down to her ass, grabbing it firmly and pulling her pelvis tighter to his. Her still-wet labia split for his cock. He rocked her forward, dragging his hard flesh through her slit to catch on her ringed clit. She gasped and jerked, but he held firm, grinding her down harder. “What do you say, little Breeder? Want another come?”

26

Georgia

Perhaps she should have been ashamed of how her pussy clenched at the prince’s offer to get her off. Instead, she felt nothing but hot excitement down low in her belly when his monstrous cock rubbed against her clit.

“It won’t hurt? The branding?”

“There’s a sting as the magic sears into your skin.” He kissed the side of her neck. “But you’ll be too busy writhing in pleasure to care. I promise.”

Her breath hitched as his lips traveled down the tendon to her clavicle, his hands on her ass still rocking her back and forth along his hardness. “Yeah? Women are usually too busy coming for you to notice you searing them?” She tried for sarcasm. It came out breathy.

“You’re my first Breeder,” he murmured against her skin. “But yes, you will be. You’ll come like the dirty little slut we both know you want to be, and once it’s done, there’ll be no more fear when you look at me.” He punctuated the statement with a wet suck against her throat. Georgia groaned, her thoughts scattering to the wind. Mindlessly, she wound her fingers around his horns and guided his mouth to her breasts. He followed willingly, and when his hot lips closed around the first nipple and he sucked it deeply, she began grinding down on his cock on her own. The ridges, though scary to look at, proved perfect to rub her clit against.

“Mmh, God!” she mewled when her clit caught on one of the rounded spikes, shooting sharp pleasure up her spine.

“You really shouldn’t invoke a deity while riding on a demon’s cock,” Kesh growled hotly. He squeezed her ass tightly and pulled her down harder against the protrusion, forcing a delicious ache through her clit. “I’m inclined to take offense.”

“Sorry!” she gasped, back arching to take some of the pressure off her tender bud. “Just an expression. Don’t stop, please, don’t stop!”

Another growl, and then she was on her back on the bed, blinking up at the ceiling. Half a second later, the prince’s monstrous face, crowned by those imposing horns, came into view, hovering above her. “It seems I was mistaken—you don’t fear me at all, even in this form, do you? Not when you’re desperate to come. Then all that matters is how I make your pussy sing.”

“I thought you liked me like this,” she panted, trying to grind against the knee he placed up high between her thighs.

“I fucking love you like this,” Kesh growled, black eyes sweeping down her body with enough heat to flame her skin. “It’s how you were meant to be, Georgia. Unafraid. High on sex. Demanding pleasure.” He moved his knee away before she could press down on it, but when she whined in protest, he pressed two fingers either side of her clit ring and tugged on it. Sharp bliss rocked through her pelvis, too intense but all the more addictive for it.

“Shit, that's—!” Her words snuffed out in Kesh’s mouth as he pressed his lips to hers and kissed her deeply, never ceasing his fingers’ rhythmic movements. It didn’t take long before her pussy tightened in preparation for orgasm.

The demon pulled back an inch, leaving her panting for breath and moaning with every tug on her clit. “I want you to come nice and hard for me, Georgia. Can you do that? Come until your pussy hurts and you’ve got nothing more to give? That’s what I need, beautiful. Every ounce of your pleasure.”

She nodded feverishly. “Yes, just… I need…. Can you…?”

“Tell me what you want, Georgia,” he rasped, lips brushing over hers, his breath tickling her skin. “Don’t ever be ashamed of demanding what you need.”

“Your fingers… inside,” she gasped, biting her lip hard when he settled his thumb on the tip of her exposed clit. “F-fuck, that’s…!”

Kesh hissed out a breath, his gaze darkening as he eased his thumb’s touch to a maddeningly light brush. “You need penetration, gorgeous? Of course you do. Only good girls are satisfied by playing with their clits, and that’s not what you are, is it?”

“N-no,” she gasped, bucking up against his hand, willing to say anything to get him to increase the pressure. “I’m not a good girl. Oh, please…!”

“Then what are you, Georgia?” he growled, not allowing her the friction she so desperately needed. “Tell me what you are, and I’ll give you what you need.”

“I’m a slut!” Her voice rang through the bedroom, a desperate keen. “A slut who needs your fingers inside her. Please!”

“That’s right. And dirty little sluts get what they ask for.” Still massaging her clit with the thumb of his left hand, he lifted the middle and index fingers from his right hand to his mouth and bit off the sharp claws adorning them.