Ghost (The Halloween Boys #1) (88)
I inclined my head. “I am.”
“Your face looks like your mask.”
“My mask looks like my face,” I corrected. My blue smoke pulsed around her. She lifted a wrist, watching it swirl around her arm like a bracelet. I let out the smallest amount of warmth and pressure. She smiled. “This is you too?”
“Hell’s fire is an extension of what I am, yes.”
“Archdemon perks?”
A grumble of a laugh left my throat as I stared down at her in awe. “It certainly has its advantages. Like this—” The smallest command of energy and I’d bound her wrists above her head and pulled her upward. She gasped, cheeks flushing bright pink, as she dangled at my eye level. “The things I’d do to you, Blythe Pearl,” I growled.
Biting her lip, I tasted her honeyed longing. “Do them, Demon Daddy.”
I lifted an eyebrow. “Demon Daddy sure rolls of the tongue, doesn’t it? Speaking of tongues . . .” I unfurled mine, resembling that of a snake. She shivered as I licked between her breasts and up to her chin, tasting the salt of her sweat.
“Big fan of that, but I want to taste you too,” she panted. “Make me your bat.”
It took me a moment to understand her. And then I remembered the thousands of bats surrounding us. My cock sprang from half to full stand. I lifted my hand and cupped her jaw, prepared to ask if she was sure, when she bit my thumb before taking it between her lush lips. A growl emanated from deep within me. In a quick movement, she yelped as the ropes of smoke shifted, hanging her upside down. I pressed a hand against the slick cave wall and let the other explore what her skirt raised to reveal. That damn little skirt.
“I wonder what my cum will look like flowing out the sides of your mouth, Little Ghost. Show me.”
I heard her intake of breath before she took me with two hands, letting them roam, curving around opposite the other from tip to shaft. Then, finally, her tongue flicked forward, licking the bead on my tip that gathered in appreciation of her. “Fuck,” I groaned, feeling her mouth stretch as she took me in.
Her moan vibrated against my cock. I looked down, seeing her nipples poking out from her low top, her middle and soaked panties at easy access. I let my long finger slip under the fabric and jerk, tearing them with ease. “Your cunt smells so good. Little demon fucking whore, aren’t you?”
She nodded as she pursed her lips around my cock.
“Daddy Demon wants to hear you say it, Blythe,” I gritted out, feeling my release build already. I pushed a finger inside her wet entrance, and she moaned. My finger alone was larger than the average human male’s manhood. I watched at perfect vantage the stretch of her pink little pussy.
“Mhm . . ” She pulled off, the cold air of the cave assaulting my dick. I needed her back. “I’ll be your demon whore.” I felt her tongue explore my shaft as she moved, her body, swaying forward and back as she hung from my ropes. Her fallen hair grazed my knees, and the sounds of her slurping made my cock pulse between her rosy cheeks.
The growl that echoed through the cave walls almost woke the bats as I thrust forward, catching her between the lips. The look of her full tits hanging upside down was delectable. My smoke twisted in her hair as I pushed another finger inside her. I pulled her hair, perhaps too hard. She screamed, and I tasted the briefest fear, but fuck if I could stop then. It only made me harder, more feral, my evil surfacing fully. The beast was out and had his cock in my sullied virgin’s upside-down mouth. I thrust hard while pulling her hair, straightening her mouth with her throat. She gagged and squirmed under my grip, fresh fear tasting as good as her sweet cunt. I watched her bare ass jiggle as she writhed.
Though she was wrenching and choking as I plummeted into her throat, her hands remained firm around my shaft, moving up and down, still servicing me through her terror. If I weren’t careful I’d break her jaw. Fucking hell. My cock grazed the walls of her airways, cutting off her breath until I pulled out, allowing her quick gasps of breath. Intensity rose within me like a volcano before erupting. I pushed as far into her throat, and my finger as far into her cunt, as I could go. She writhed, gargling a scream around my demon cock. Fear like fresh berries on my tastebuds. I growled with everything unholy in me, pouring into my Claimed little virgin turned whore. The feel of her mouth struggling to take me in, her gagging and pushing her tongue against me, all while her pussy weeped. And then her gags turned to screams. The walls containing her orgasm clamped down around my fingers. I was cutting off her air supply with my cock, hanging her upside down, threatening to break her jaw, and the bitch was cumming.
This time I did wake the bats as I roared. Their chirps and screeches enveloped us. I put an orb of blue smoke around us to protect her from being bitten, as the thousands of nocturnal creatures erratically flapped in a frenzy around us, blocking out all sight of the cave. But it didn’t matter. At the graze of her teeth, my rapture tore through me like an inferno. I pulled out as I was still releasing, spilling my inky seed along her mouth and up onto her face, coating her cheeks. She licked her lips greedily, still holding herself by my cock as she hung upside down. In a swoop, I righted her, her hair a glorious tangle of my cum. My release now stained her chin and cheeks and neck. I licked my fingers of her orgasm before shoving them into her mouth for a taste, which she accepted. “Mmm…,” she moaned appreciatively. “I like your taste,” she said, out of breath. My smoke held her like a swing, and she wrapped her hands around the ropes of it, like an innocent little human on the Devil’s playground. “You burn . . . like alcohol.”