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Story: Demon's Bride
“I didn’t know it could do that,” she pants.
“Should I stop?”
Even as I ask, my tail moves higher, toying with the edge of her panties in the crease where her thigh meets her hip. It isn’t as sensitive as my fingers or my cock, but it still has enough feeling in it to note the soft delicate pull of the fabric.
Lace? I want to groan out loud.
One good swipe of my claws and it would shred, leaving her bare beneath her skirt.
Feeling my tightrope of control grow taut once more, I make myself ask again. “Allie. Should I stop?”
“No,” she says, reaching up boldly to grab my horns and pull my face back to hers.
That goddamned tight rope is in tatters when I claim my wife’s mouth again. My tail follows the edge of her panties between the swell of her thick, warm thighs, teasing all the way down until it presses flat against the spot where nothing more than a thin layer of lace stands between me and the tempting, inviting heat of her.
I devour Allie’s answering groan and, daring just a little more, let the blunted tip of my tail delve under the fabric.
Soaked. My mate is soaked for me.
Running my tail along her slit, I stop at the very top, dipping into her. When I graze against her clit, Allie’s entire body shudders and those hot little hands of hers grip tighter to my horns. The waves of arousal rolling off her are a shot of aphrodisiac straight into my veins, and the last straining threads of my control snap.
Reaching down, I lift Allie into my arms, inhaling her small gasp of surprise. A few steps forward and I’ve got her backed into a tree, pressed against the smooth bark, keeping her supported as much as I can so she doesn’t have to lean too much into the unyielding surface. She wraps her thighs around me and the soft press of them clinging to my waist makes me thrust instinctively forward into the welcoming cradle of her body.
A quick tug and my trousers could be down around my knees. A swipe of claws to deal with the lacy thing she’s wearing. A long slow slide into her warm, wanting cunt and we’d be well and truly joined.
No, I tell myself, not yet. This first pleasure will be all hers. The need to make my mate fall apart in my arms is as great as my own need to drive into her.
Keeping her pinned against the tree, I pull back from the bliss of her mouth and study Allie’s face as I pleasure her. Moving my tail from her clit to her damp entrance, I push—testing, teasing, seeing how she’ll react to the intimate caress. When it’s with a keening cry and a pulse of her hips against my invasion, I thrust deeper, letting myself be lost in the hot, wet pull of her.
Chapter 7
Allie
I have a demon’s tail in my pussy.
A demon’s tail. In. My. Pussy.
No matter how I mince the words in my mind, there’s no making sense of them, so I stop trying.
The slow slide of Eren’s tail inside me is torture. It’s pure, unadulterated pleasure as he smashes through every last one of my defenses and pushes in, in, in until I’m writhing and crying out at the unfamiliar invasion and the mind-scrambling sense of fullness.
Still holding me up with one arm, he snakes the other down between us, fingers running along the edge of my panties, dipping below.
I pull my mouth from his. “Claws?”
With a wicked smile, he brings his hand up and hovers it in front of my face. The long, vicious claws I caught sight of earlier have retracted back into his fingers.
“Okay,” I pant, senseless, as he drops his hand back down. “Okay, I guess that’s fine.”
“Just fine?” he teases.
One long, thick finger runs along the edge of my pussy, tracing where he’s fucking me with his tail.
“Oh, little witch,” he groans. “You feel exquisite.”
I bite back a scream as his tail pushes in another inch and his finger rubs slow circles around my clit. Arching against him, I reach up and grab onto his horns for leverage, earning a deep grunt from my demon. He’s merciless as he works me—tail and fingers in tandem—driving me higher, faster, out of my mind.
Those wings come back around me, sheltering us both and narrowing the world to nothing more than Eren and me and the storm building between us.
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