Ruby Shadows (Born to Darkness #3)(83)

Salty…spicy…wild. That was how he tasted. And I knew I wanted more.

You shouldn’t do this. This is wrong—it’s really bad! cried the little voice in my head. But for once I ignored it. I had to pay the Sin Tax anyway, I reasoned. I might as well enjoy myself while I did it.

Daringly, I pressed the flat of my tongue to the side of his shaft and licked upward, like I was licking an ice cream cone.

Laish groaned and I felt his big body tense as I licked him again. Mmm, I really liked the hot, wild taste of him! But I wanted more. In the dying light of the embers, I saw a small bead of precum shining on the tip of his cock—I wanted to taste that too.


Lifting up a little, I dragged my tongue over the broad head, capturing the little droplet and savoring it. It was salty and hot and it made me feel incredibly free and powerful to taste it.

“Gods, Gwendolyn, your sweet mouth…” The low moan dragged from Laish’s throat only added to my heady sense of power. Oh yes, I liked being the one in charge—liked it a lot. It made me feel so hot—so amazingly turned on. My nipples were so tight they almost hurt and my * was pure liquid at that point. And still I wanted more.

I took him in my hand again and began to pump up and down, letting his thick shaft slide through my fingers as I licked the broad head.

He gave a low passionate curse as he helped me, thrusting up into my hand, meeting every stroke with one of his own.

“Ah, Gods, Gwendolyn…so good…your little hand…your hot tongue…”

I looked up and saw he was watching me, his eyes half-lidded with pleasure and lust. Another surge of desire coursed through me as I stroked him.

“That’s right, baby,” I purred. “I’m going to make you come.”

He threw back his head, every muscle in his big body straining for release.

“Yes, take me, mon ange,” he gasped hoarsely. “Make me come…I am yours.”

With that I felt his shaft grow even thicker and harder in my hand and then he was pulsing, pumping out a fountain of hot, white cream that coated my hand and his cock and belly. Goddess, it was everywhere but somehow I didn’t mind. I liked the way he felt, coming in my hand—liked the look of almost pained pleasure on his darkly handsome face. But most of all I liked the feeling of doing what I wanted for once instead of shying away and denying my desire.

As well as being pleasurable, my actions had the desired effect. As Laish came, giving himself to me completely, I felt the now familiar ripple in the air around us and knew I had done it.

I had paid the Sin Tax and broken the barrier into the fifth circle of Hell.

* * * * *

Laish

It took me a while to gather myself. I confess, Gwendolyn’s soft touch and sweet tongue on me almost undid me. In all the long, barren, joyless years I had been condemned to Hell, I’d had countless women—I am, after all, a demon of lust. But none of them had stirred me like she did. Even the most skillful touch could not rouse me as my little witch’s innocent, inexperienced explorations did.

As I came, giving in to the pleasure, I felt my power return. Fire is not my only source of energy and the intense emotions of longing and desire Gwendolyn was experiencing fed me as surely as my blood had fed her earlier.

For a long moment I lay there panting, reveling in the afterglow of pleasure. Then I became aware that Gwendolyn was stirring.

“Um…” She appeared to be looking around for something.

“What is it, mon ange?” I was concerned that she might already be regretting her actions. But as it turned out, that was not the case—not yet, anyway.

“I’m just looking for a cloth or something,” she confessed, sounding a bit embarrassed. “You, uh, made kind of a lot of, uh, cum and it’s sort of all over.”

“Oh, of course…” Now that I was at full strength again, the situation was easily remedied. I took care of the matter with a wave of my hand.

“Oh!” She looked down at her hand and then at my belly, seemingly surprised. “It’s all gone. I thought you were still recuperating.”

“I am feeling much stronger now.” Reaching up, I drew her back down beside me. She came willingly enough and put her head on my chest. But I sensed restlessness in her—her desire had not been quenched.

“Laish…” She twisted in my arms, pressing her thighs together restively.

“Gwendolyn,” I replied, pulling her closer. Slowly, gauging her reaction, I slid one hand down her body. She stiffened and bit back a gasp when I tweaked her nipples gently and then gave a little moan when I came to the spot between her thighs.

“Laish,” she protested again when I lifted her night dress and cupped her hot little cunt in my hand. But she didn’t try to pull away.

“You’re still hungry, mon ange,” I murmured in her ear. “Why don’t you let me ease your desire as you eased mine?”

“We shouldn’t,” she whispered breathlessly as I spread her thighs. “We…we already paid the Sin Tax.”

“Yes, but why must everything we do be only for business?” I asked reasonably. “Why not allow me to give you pleasure just for the sake of pleasure?” I was trailing my fingers lightly over the outer lips of her sex as I spoke. Feeling her tremble at my light, teasing touch made my shaft hard all over again.