The Demon's Bargain (A Deal With a Demon #4)(38)

August had to adjust his straining cocks. The more turned on he was, the harder it would be to keep them constrained. Part of his curse was that he had two cocks, like a snake’s. A thick one jutting from his groin, and a smaller barbed one that sprouted from the first’s one middle. He’d loathed it for years, could not stand the grotesque sight of it. Until her…

Piercing screams of ecstasy drew his attention to the water. His feet took a step forward of their own volition as he tried to get a closer look. At the center of the pool was a creature with the torso of a man. His skin had a purple hue, with blue freckles scattered around his torso, shoulders, and face. He seemed young, and his face was handsome, with high cheekbones and big piercing blue eyes. His purple skin was not exactly an anomaly among the supernatural; his lower half, on the other hand, was…peculiar.

Sprouting from below his waist were what to August looked like tentacles…penis tentacles. They writhed about as a woman fisted two of them, one in each hand, and took turns sucking the heads. She would flick her tongue on the slit of one, suckle the tip like it was the sweetest candy, and then ram the other one roughly down her throat. Two others of the dicktopus’s limbs were buried in a fairy who was on all fours atop a platform in the middle of the pool. A fifth long phallus was spurting thick blue liquid between the breasts of a seemingly delighted nymph. Quite the tableau the Monster Smash made, and August had yet to see the woman behind it all. He knew that didn’t mean she couldn’t see him.

August ran a hand over his cocks, which by now were trying to push out of his trousers. He was so aroused from what was happening around him, the smells and sounds of sex reminding him he had not lain with anyone since that last time… It was best not to think of that day at all. Not when he was poised to see her again, not if he wanted any chance of maintaining control when they were finally face-to-face. He tried to look away, but now the fairy taking the two cocks was licking into the nymph’s ripe pussy, her pointed tongue lapping with gusto while she took one of the dicktopus’s cocks in her ass and the other in her cunt.

A searing image flashed in his mind. His guardian propped naked on the library table, her bare chest pressed to the wooden surface, rump in the air.

Her cinnamon skin glowing in the candlelight as he ran a hand over her shoulder.

“Touch me, Aug, please,” she begged, her spine arching in need.

“Spread your knees for me,” he asked as he knelt behind her. She let her legs fall open, exposed and open to him. Pink and glistening…luscious. Ripe fruit for him to devour. He pressed his nose to her heat, inhaled her musk, fangs throbbing.

“Just like honey, sweeter.” He rasped, his blood roaring with lust. Her pussy was always so wet. Engorged with blood, her entrance clenching with need. He gripped her thighs, widening them to his liking. Until there was nothing of hers that wasn’t presented for his pleasure. He let himself look. Forced himself to resist his powerful need for her. He wanted her more than anything else in life. Her pussy, her body, her heart, her very soul. He ached to consume her. To own her like she owned him.

“Aug,” she whispered. Voice shaking as she waited for what he would give her.

“Are you getting impatient, sidarus?” he teased, letting the pads of his fingers flutter over the crease of her thighs. His lips ghost right over her folds. She humped the table, desperate for friction. His wanton beauty.

“It aches,” she moaned, and his control snapped. He tasted her. Tongue curving inside her as his claws raked over her skin. Her nectar coated his tongue and his eyes rolled in his head. He would never tire of this. Never.

“Fill me, my sentinel,” she pleaded, as he lapped at her flesh. He made her sob with his caresses, pulling one orgasm after another from her, until they were both trembling. Until her hands grasped frantically at him, trying to pull him inside her. Only then did he stand, bending down to kiss her heated, damp skin. He started at the nape of her neck, letting his fangs score the unblemished perfection of her back. He licked her shoulders then dragged the flat of this tongue down her spine. All the while his fingers entered her. Two of them roughly pushing in and out of her pussy, another one breaching the little star that he would also take tonight.

“Don’t stop, please, I love you,” she moaned, and her words undid him. They lit every dead corner of his soul. So perfect, and his. His own. He took some of that luscious rump between his teeth and sucked until he left a bruise.

“Yes, mark me.” The urgency and need in her voice set him on fire. He peppered love bites on her skin until she was writhing with desire. With one hand he undid his leathers and kissed her entrance with the head of one cock. She spread herself further, urging him in, and he slid into her to the hilt without mercy. She threw her head back, mouth open in a silent cry as he slammed his hips against her. He took her so hard, she had to grip the sides of the table as he punched into her body again and again. The hot, velvet clenching of her channel making him groan with pleasure.

“This is mine, you are mine,” he told her as he wrapped his fingers around the back of her neck so he could take her harder still.

“Tuya, mi centinela.”

His knees almost buckled at the devotion in her voice. He was the only one who knew the fire burning inside her. The passion that roared in that body. He would die before betraying what she’d given him, he thought. He’d do anything to keep her…