The Demon's Bargain (A Deal With a Demon #4)(27)

I pause long enough to coat the strap with lube before I drag the head over their ass and then add a bit more lube for good measure. A quick thought has the strap’s circumference shrinking a bit. I don’t want to hurt them, and since we haven’t done this before, I’m not entirely certain what they can take.

Ramanu whispers something in a language I don’t understand as I work into their ass. They fist the sheets, their body shaking with the obvious effort to remain still. I go slow, but it doesn’t take long before I’m seated completely. Evne though it’s my spell, I can’t feel it the way I could if it was an actual body part of mine, but I get the shadow of pleasure and it’s enough to make me bite my lip.

“How’s that?”

“Good,” they whisper.

“Mmm.” Another thought has the strap growing inside them, just a little. “And that?”

They moan and arch their back. “Goddess, Lenora. More.”

I grow it in small increments, watching them closely, checking in each time. On the fourth increase, Ramanu cries out. “Perfect.”

I press their legs up and back. “Hold your knees for me.”

After adding a bit more lube, I fuck them slowly. It takes a few strokes to get the rhythm down, but Ramanu is so responsive, I don’t have to guess what they like. I drip lube over their cock and press it to their stomach with the heel of my hand. Each stroke jerks them against my palm. “More?”

“Yes.”

I drag in a breath and focus. Inside them, the length starts to move.

“Fuck.” Ramanu shreds the sheets with their claws. “Lenora, I’m going to—”

“Do it.” I pick up my pace. It’s hard to hold my magic concentration and keep the rhythm smooth, but it’s so worth it to watch them come apart for me. “Cum for me, Ramanu.”

Their back bows and they shout my name. One stroke and then a second and they’re coming, their seed lashing their stomach. I bite my bottom lip and drag my fingers through the mess. “Beautiful.”

“I can’t… You just…” They shake their head. “Goddess, but you’re a gift.”

“I know.” I reduce the size of the strap and then ease carefully out of them before I mutter the words to end the spell. It takes energy to use a spell instead of a real object, but you can’t beat the easy cleanup. “Just let me get—”

Ramanu moves before I can finish the sentence. They sit up and hook me around the waist, then flip us so quickly, I spend a moment wondering what the fuck happened. I stare up at them.

They grin. “Come now, little witch. You didn’t think we were done, did you?”

“Actually—” I gasp as they press into me. “Impressive recovery time.”

“You aren’t the only one with tricks up your sleeve.”

They start fucking me in long, deep strokes that curl my toes and chase what little thought I have from my mind. I can do nothing but let my body take over. The pleasure washes away my fears, my stress, my everything. There is only Ramanu and their body moving with mine. It feels good, like we’re old lovers instead of barely more than strangers. They touch me as if they really do care.

I don’t know what to do with that. So I don’t think about it at all. I dig my nails into their ass, urging them deeper. “Harder.”

Ramanu shifts back, withdrawing completely. They ignore my cry of protest and flip me onto my stomach. I stop protesting then. “Yes, this.” I push back, lifting my ass into the air. “Take me like this.”

“Foolish little witch.” They grip my hips and thrust into me. It’s almost too deep, too hard, but I don’t care. This is what I need. For them to fuck me. To make it hard and fast and rough. For it not to feel like they cherish me.

I can’t afford to get any funny ideas. Not when it comes to Ramanu, and not in general. I can’t afford to forget myself.

Ramanu, damn them, divines my intention immediately. “Oh no, you don’t get to do that. Not with me. Not right now.” They bear me down onto the mattress, covering me with their body and sliding a hand down to stroke my clit. I’m wrapped up in them, and then they go and make it even more overwhelming by continuing to speak in that sinful tone. “I have you. I might not always have you, but I do right now. You can let go.”

I dig my nails into the bedding, fighting against their hold, fighting to shove myself back onto their cock. I can’t get leverage. “Gods, I hate you.”

“Do you want me to stop?” A thread of amusement filters in. They withdraw a little bit and chuckle when I cry out. “Didn’t think so.”

“Don’t stop.” I’m going to regret this. I just know it. I crave what they’re giving me too desperately. I know what comes with forgetting yourself with a partner. Tears and loss. Heartbreak.

Ramanu isn’t giving me a choice, though.

They keep fucking me slowly, moving their fingers in time with their deep strokes. It feels like they’re everywhere, rubbing against all the spots designed to send me into a frenzy. I’m reduced to a whimpering, shaking thing. As my orgasm rises in a wave designed to sweep me away, the only word I’m able to speak is their name. “Ramanu.”

“Give it to me.” Their voice has gone strained, but they don’t stop, don’t lose their rhythm, don’t do anything but give me exactly what I need to cum so hard, I scream. “Yes, little witch, just like that.” They gentle their fingers between my thighs, easing me down a little.