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WILLOW
We barely shut the larder door before Spite slipped from Lucanis’s hold. He’d warned me that Spite wouldn’t wait for his turn. He was enraged over last time, since he hadn’t been allowed to join at all. I spun towards him just in time to be slammed against the stone wall. His wings flicked out, making him look much larger, much more menacing. My heart thudded in my chest as he started ripping at my clothes, groping my chest in impatience.
“Get this OFF,” he roared.
My hands trembled as I untied belts and undid buttons. My clothes were discarded as quickly as I could and Spite got on his knees before me. The sight made heat pool in my stomach, dropping to my entrance. His vest was wrinkled, his hair already falling into his face. I wondered if he liked his hair being pulled just as much as Lucanis did.
With an inhuman snarl, he buried his face in the apex of my thighs. I covered my mouth, trying to swallow back a cry of pleasure as I nearly fell over. Without the wall right behind me, my buckling knees would have given out from under me. My arousal, mixed with his saliva, dripped down my shaking legs. His animalistic sucking and lapping sounded vulgar, bouncing around the stone room. It made my face burn, my nipples harden.
I reached down and knotted my hands in his hair. He must have liked it as much as Lucanis. The reaction was satisfying, if not a bit alarming. He growled against my pussy, the sound vibrating up my entire torso. His hips jerked forward, like he desperately needed something to fuck. The sensation of his teeth grazing against my lips made me gasp, a moan falling from my chest.
Spite grabbed my legs, lifting me in the air. I yelped in shock as I slid up the wall, my knees hooking over his shoulders. With the new angle, his face rubbed against my entire pussy. His nose was on my clit, his tongue plunging into my entrance with a fervent hunger. He growled with every ravenous lick, every sharp suck, every rough bite. I felt every single noise he made right in my clit.
I braced one hand against the wall, my nails scraping along the stone. Dread filled me at how high off the ground I was. My other hand stayed in his hair, clinging on for dear life. The demon snarled, from rage or arousal, I couldn’t tell. As his eyes snapped to my face, they cast a purple glow between us. The look in those intense eyes made my stomach tie into knots. It was definitely arousal.
I yanked harder on his hair, his head snapping back. The sound that emitted from his mouth was nearly as pleasing as his face buried between my legs. His lips were only parted from mine for a moment. As soon as my hands loosened, he was back to devouring me. The sight of him ravenously eating me wrapped around my core like a hot chain. It started coiling, tighter and tighter, until I felt the build of my release. It was all too much.
My entire body seized, a deep cry ripping from my chest as I orgasmed. My legs shook as they squeezed his head, my hands slipping down the wall as I tried to keep from falling to the ground. I yelped in horror as I nearly fell, but Spite caught me. My center pulsed around his tongue as he held me up. His beastly lapping didn’t stop until my climax was over. I slumped against the wall, my arms shaking, my breath coming out in labored pants, mixed with pitiful whimpers.
The demon hooked his arms behind my knees and lowered me. I thought he was going to put me on the ground, but he stopped when my hips were lined up with his. My eyes rolled back in my head as he slammed his entire throbbing length into my swollen center. The remnants of my orgasm made the feeling all the more intense, my walls clamping down on him.
“Lucanis said not to stop until you fell over,” Spite growled against my ear. “Now it’s my turn. My turn to fuck, finally.”
I clung to his shoulders as he started bouncing me on his cock. I cried out every time he met my end. Every thrust was a mix of painful pleasure with the lingering climax making my entire body ache. My nails dug into his skin, my head rolling back. I could do nothing but take the relentless pounding.
Spite’s pace quickened as he leaned in, biting at my throat. The pain was sudden and sharp, making me suck in a breath. I jerked away, but could move only so far away being suspended by him as he was hilt deep.
“Don’t,” I snapped, my voice hoarse.
He growled, trying to bite again. I tilted away from his mouth, grabbing a fist full of his hair. He roared, the sound rumbling around the room like the sound of a dragon. His hands gripped my thighs with enough force to make his arms shake.
“Let me,” he demanded, his voice barely above the bay of a rabid dog.
“Don’t make me call him,” I snapped.
He roared again, letting my legs go. I nearly fell to the ground in a heap. I would have, if he hadn’t grabbed my shoulders and threw me towards the small cot at the end of the room. I stumbled, falling on my knees in front of it. Before I could even right myself, Spite was clutching my hips and pulling me up to my feet again.
The beast slammed into me once more. I cried out, my legs wobbling with the force of the thrust. The demon kept one hand at my hip, gripping it hard enough to make me wince. With his other, he braced it against the back of my head, shoving my face into the rough bed. I could barely inhale with the position, making my core clamp down around him tighter. Our flesh slamming into each other made wet squelches, mixing with his animalistic grunts and my muffled moans. My knees trembled as he fucked me until I was sore and weeping.
His pounding grew frantic, faster and shorter, his nails digging into me as he grew closer. With one last monstrous wail, he emptied inside of me. The hot liquid pumped from him as he gave a few last trembling thrusts.
Spite pulled out, a groan rumbling through his chest. Hot cum mixed with my own arousal dripped down my inner thighs as my knees buckled. I slumped to the ground, the cold stone nearly painful against my aching legs. Gods, the demon fucked like a maniac and left just as fast.
As I wiped my hair out of my face, I turned just in time to see Spite slip away. Lucanis stumbled, catching his balance on the larder shelf next to him. He rubbed his temple as he gathered himself, his brows furrowing as he looked at me.
“Mierda,” he breathed, hurrying to my side. “What did he do?”
I made a dismissive noise as he pulled me to the bed, tucking me into his lap. The way his arms wrapped around me protectively warmed my heart. My head rested on his shoulder as I sighed. The rough sex was amazing, but this made it all the better.
His hands ghosted over my sore hip and my aching thighs. I tried to swat his hand away as he checked for more wounds, but he pushed my wrist away. He cupped my chin, tilting my head back. When he saw my neck, his brows furrowed.
“I told him-“ he started.
“It was only once,” I cut in, grabbing his hand. “I made him stop. It wasn’t too much. I promise.”
He grunted, giving the mark a distasteful look. The kiss he placed there was gentle, apologetic. I couldn’t help but smile at the gesture. I hugged him close to me, petting his hair back.
“He at least made you finish this time?” he whispered, his head tucking into my hair.
I nodded.
“Good. He listened to one thing I told him.”
I ran a finger down his chest. “I would perhaps like to do it again, though.”
“What kind of wife would I be if I refused?” he chuckled.
Lucanis slid to his knees on the ground in front of me, his hands running down my legs tenderly. My face warmed as he kissed a trail up my bruised thigh, so painfully gentle it made my chest ache. If the rest of my days could play out like this, I’d have no regrets.