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She angled his cock to her entrance and wasted no time putting it in, gradually taking inch by inch. A muffled growl rumbled in his chest, his body trembling. When her lips touched the top of his knot she stopped, taking a second to adjust, mouth open in a silent gasp. Now that she could feel him inside, she knew none of her dildos compared. None of them could ever make her feel this full.

Kilean let out a low and rough groan, and Naomi felt his cock twitch inside her. Moving as if it physically pained him, he brought his hand to her belly. She watched as he traced along her skin with his finger, drawing a symbol she couldn’t decipher.

“What are you doing?”

“Making sure my seed won’t take.”

Oh… Handy.

Once he was done with his invisible spell, he nodded lightly as a signal she could continue. Naomi smiled at his contained eagerness.

She had imagined riding him many times, but fantasies never compared to reality. Naomi leaned forward, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and began moving up and down his length.

“Fuck,” she whispered. “You feel so good.”

Kilean groaned in reply. His hands moved around her thick thighs, going up her hips and to her waist, then traveled back down. He continued this motion as she moved, his touch light, talons grazing her silky skin.

She didn’t know why he was doing it—maybe he just wasn’t used to someone without fur?—but she wasn’t complaining. The tickling of his touch and his fur brushing against her body only enhanced the pleasure.

As her moans grew louder, Kilean’s breath became shaky. His occasional low growls sent shivers down her spine, adding to the lewd sound of her soaking pussy jumping on his cock. His long tail was whipping wildly, faintly thumping when hitting the backrest.

Right as Naomi was on the edge of climax—her walls starting to clench around him—he grabbed her hips and pushed her down further, until his knot went inside her. She gasped and immediately screamed as her orgasm hit, and he joined her a moment later, shooting his seed inside her.

His hands slid up her body until they cupped her heavy breasts.

“You won’t be able to move for a while,” Kilean said, eyes fixated on her chest.

He squeezed her tits, traced the stretch marks on them with his fingers, and admired them with an awe that surprised her. It took her a moment to realize that even though he had seen her naked before, he had been too eager back then and rushed into pleasuring her, and maybe he hadn’t had time to really look at her. From his expression, he really liked what he saw, and that only fed her confidence.

Naomi wondered what female demons looked like. If Kilean seemed so fascinated by the way her body looked, maybe demons were very different from human women.

Her breath was heavy as he kept playing with her chest, entranced, without hint of ever wanting to stop. Eventually, one hand left her tit and traveled down her body once more. His thumb brushed over her clit, while his mouth found her breast. The feeling of being so full and hot, with his hands and mouth all over her, immediately gave her another orgasm, her body trembling in his embrace.

Kilean held her against him, pushing her braids behind her, and hid his face in the crook of her neck.

“Soft,” he whispered—though Naomi guessed he was talking to himself and not to her. She smiled to herself, satisfied in all possible ways.

When his knot eventually shrunk enough to slip out of her, it opened the dam of their mixed releases.

“I need to start investing in some top-notch cleaning products,” Naomi said, a chuckle in her voice.

“I can clean it with magic.”

Her mouth dropped open. “You can?”

“Yes. I can clean us, too,” he said. “Last time, I couldn’t because I didn’t have all my magic, but I can now.”

“If you want to, then, you can clean the space. But not us.” At his confused frown, she smiled. “One of the best parts of sex is what comes after, the taking care of your partner. Oftentimes that includes cleaning each other.”

“Oh.” His eyes were distant for a moment, as if busy looking through his memory. “Demons don’t usually stay or interact once we’re done.”

That sounded… sad. Sure, the sex itself was great, but if it was so impersonal that you didn’t even talk to each other after coming, that would take away half of the enjoyment from it. At least, it would for Naomi. Apparently, demons didn’t seem that bothered by it.

“Well, you’re not running away from me any time soon.” Naomi slowly stood up, her legs shaking slightly. “So get rid of this mess and come to the shower with me.”

Kilean did as instructed. After a gesture of his hand and a whisper in a language she’d never heard, the puddle disappeared. Once she had recovered from the momentary surprise of seeing magic in action, Naomi wrapped her hand around his wrist and brought him to the bathroom. She pulled her long braids in a bun, then entered the shower with him.

Now that they were in the shower together, she observed how the space was just big enough to contain both of them, and she sent a silent “thank you” to Felicity. For all Naomi knew, she could have been a wild woman when young, too, and might have gotten freaky in here. She hadn’t been a quiet or meek old woman to begin with, so that could easily have been possible.