Lure of a Demon

Ray pounced, and I rolled to the side, coming up into a crouch position and pivoting to find her mirroring my defense. She had one leg stretched out, the other bent underneath her. From that position, she could attack or defend. No prizes for guessing which path she was about to take. Ray bared her teeth at me, and for a moment, only a split second, I doubted what I was doing because she looked downright dangerous. But beyond the hiss, there was an unmistakable grin there.

What the fuck was I doing teasing a demon?

But this thrill, this danger, it pulsed through my veins. Somewhere deep inside me, I knew ultimately, I was safe, that Ray couldn’t—and wouldn’t—kill me.

But still, this game was fun.

It was my turn to fuck with her.

Ray pounced, and once again, I rolled, but she was ready for me this time. She reached out and snatched at my arm, breaking my roll, and slammed me onto my back before dragging me toward her. I could see the pops of black ink dotting her skin, spreading. I knew I couldn’t keep this going forever, that I was further testing her newfound control.

But she wanted to do better.

She wanted to be challenged to be a better person.

So, I thought, do better, Ray.

Staying still as she leaped on top of me, I couldn’t help the shriek of joy that escaped my lips as she tore my t-shirt from my body, shredding the fabric before leaning down and sucking at my nipples. I almost forgot myself, lost in the ministration of her tongue—was it slightly more pointed than it normally was? Longer? Christ—before I regained my senses.

I went for the eyes.

As she sat up and hissed again, angrily swatting my hands away from her face, I managed to roll onto my stomach and began belly-crawling away from her.

But I didn’t get far as she grabbed my ankles and yanked me toward her.

“Try that again,” she whispered against my ear, crushing my body to the floor with hers. “I dare you.”

Even as she pressed on the back of my head, and her nails tangled in my hair, I still laughed as my cheek was pressed against the carpet. “I give up,” I cried, my fingers splayed on the floor next to my head in surrender as I tried to keep the laughter from my voice, failing and causing her growling to intensify.

“Good.”

Staying on my stomach as she tugged down my shorts and underwear and discarded them, Ray snarled as the fabric got tangled around my ankle. I spread my legs without her having to guide me. I was already wet, waiting for her fingers and tongue.

That tongue—I’m sure it was longer than it was when she was in full human form.

Oh God, it was all shades of wrong that it turned me on.

Ray drove two fingers inside my warmth, keeping her other hand firmly on the back of my head and her breath hot against my ear. There was no mercy, no warm-up, but there didn’t need to be. Whether it was from what I felt for her, or her demon instinct, or a combination, I was so wet I was dripping onto the carpet before she had even touched me.

I didn’t care what the reason was anymore for my response to her because I knew this was something real.

She groaned as she fingered me, curling and twisting her fingers, hitting all the right spots inside me as I squirmed and ground my hips against the floor. It was her turn to laugh now, knowing I was completely at her mercy.

“Beg me, soldier,” she crooned against my neck. “Beg me for release.”

I could barely think straight, let alone summon the words to beg.

“Beg,” she snarled.

“Please,” I panted. “Please, Ray, please, make me come. I want to come around your fingers, I want your tongue, your hands, your pussy, everything. Please let me come.”

She chuckled, and in one swift motion, removed her fingers from me, shifted down and spread my thighs with her hands, and tongued me. I cried out, the sensation unlike anything I had experienced before. Her tongue was longer the closer she got to her demon form, and as it snaked inside me, lapping at my juices, an orgasm exploded from me as she added pressure to my clit with her fingers. The slightest touch on my throbbing clit, and I was over the edge, writhing and squirming, unable to decide if I wanted to pull away from the assault and pleasure or push toward her.

Her fucking tongue, I wondered if it got even longer when she fully changed.

There was something definitely not right about me desiring that.

But right now, I didn’t give a fuck.

As I came down from my high, Ray shifted away from me, and I took a steadying breath to clear my head. Flipping me onto my back, Ray removed her pants and crawled over me again, not stopping until her knees were either side of my head. Tucking my arms around her thighs, I gripped her ass, spanking her once, hard, how I knew she liked it. I smirked as she grabbed my hair with both hands, tangling her fingers and yanking my mouth toward her pussy.

“My turn, soldier.”