She stared at the demon before her, his black skin alive with fiery veins, horns sharp atop his head and massive wings casting shadows. "Beautiful," she declared, voice laced with command. He trembled, and she arched a brow. "What's wrong, Tomas? Afraid a mortal sees past the monster?"
"You play a dangerous game," he rumbled, wings twitching. "Most run from what I am."
She seized his neck and dragged his lips to hers, holding nothing back. "Then stop trembling and kiss me like you mean it, demon." He yielded at last, deepening the kiss with a growl that promised more.
Tomas lifted her, pinning her to the wall, his cock already hard against her dripping pussy. "Horny little thing," she panted, sweat beading on her skin. "Skip the blowjob. Fuck me." He drove into her, each thrust sharp and deliberate while their bodies grew slick.
She came first, pussy clenching tight, but he remained rigid inside her. "Take what you need," she ordered, strong and unyielding. "I want you fucking feral. Pound the fuck out of me."
He lost control, rhythm shattering as he hammered her ass and pussy without mercy, panting and sweating. She came again, screaming, just as he bit her neck in claiming and thrust three final times.
After, I lay on the bench, hand between my legs and moaning to the wet, hard pounding all around, until Roman's wicked tongue replaced my fingers and a stranger's hand guided mine to her own dripping heat. "Fuck me like one of you demons," I demanded as the dual assault built, harder, faster, the night far from over.
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