Page 10 of Cooking Up a Demon (Ghostlight Falls #5)

Chapter Ten

Ten

K allax growls the words against me before lowering his tongue from fluttering around my clit to my opening. He plunges inside with one thrust. I buck against his arm. His tongue is large and wide, and I’ve had penises inside of me smaller than it.

I hold on to his horns for dear life as he fucks his tongue in and out of me. His body moves as he pumps his cock below eyesight. I want to watch.

“Play with yourself. Show me how you get off.” He releases me at the same time he pushes his tongue back inside.

I moan and reach a hand between my splayed legs to press firmly against my clit.

My middle finger presses firmly against the bundle and slides up and down.

It takes almost no time before I’m riding the knife’s edge of pleasure.

Kallax isn’t thrusting his tongue. It’s vibrating deep inside me better than any vibe I’ve ever used.

He has the forked tip pressed right against my g-spot and the direct pressure is so intense my eyes flutter shut.

Kallax lets out a little growl as my free hand slides to the base of his horn where I know it feels good. And the vibration of the sound is all it takes. I cry out as pleasure floods my body and every limb goes tense.

The pressure on my g-spot increases at the same time my finger slides faster over my clit and the tension breaks on a sob. Kallax pulls back and, to my shock, spits on my pussy before fucking his tongue back inside of me. The spasming channel starts tingling.

“What?” I ask, my voice rough.

“It’s an anesthetic . It’ll make it easier for you to take me.” My entire pussy is tingling like a sleeping limb, and I can’t decide if it’s pleasure or agony.

“Coulda asked,” I mumble. Before I can work up a good mad, Kallax removes my hand from his horn and rises to his full height. And I’m speechless.

His cock hovers over my body. It’s impossibly long and wide.

Shorter than my forearm, but not by much, I’d wager.

It’s bright red and practically glowing with the same lava-looking veins that came out in the shop earlier.

Most interesting is the fact that under the flesh his cock almost resembles anal beads, without the string separating the beads.

His cock is a fucking mountain range of bumps and valleys.

My pussy clenches and tingles, and I wonder if it would even be possible to take him. He pulls me back to the end of the island and dips his knees until the tip of his cock presses against my opening.

“Are you sure–” I start.

“It’ll fit.” Kallax says right before pressing in. I feel like I’m burning from the inside out as the first ‘ball’ of his cock presses inside of me. He’s so impossibly hot, and I’m stretched so impossibly wide.

“Oh, holy fuck.” I mutter, gripping the edge of the counter.

“Nothing holy about this, love.” Kallax presses further, pressing another of the ridges into me. “This is all sweet, tempting sin.”

There is no arguing there. I’m panting open-mouthed as he presses another ridge into me. I feel like I’m going to fly apart, and he’s only about halfway in. There’s no way I can take him.

“I don’t think I can do it,” I say. My fingers ache with the grip I have on the counter. “Too much.”

“Say stop and we stop,” Kallax says before pulling out entirely. I let out a whine at the instant emptiness. He grabs my hips and pulls me up. “But you can take everything I have to give you. This pretty pussy was made for me.”

He cups my cunt, and I moan at the pressure against my clit and the heat of his skin. My pussy flutters, and I gasp.

“Okay, okay.”

“That’s my girl,” Kallax says before he grips my hips and flips me over with my breasts pressed against the island. He hauls my hips up until my knees are pressed against the countertop.

Before I even have my balance back, he’s there, pressing into me. The pressure is insistent as he pushes ball by ball inside of me. At this angle, he’s able to press deeper, and I’m so full of him I swear I can feel the tip of his cock in the back of my throat.

“Fuck. you should see the way you take me.” His hands are on my hips, pressing in, but not quite breaking the surface. Finally, finally, he stops, his hips pressed to mine.

We stay frozen there for a moment, both of our breaths coming in pants as we soak in the feel of him inside of me. I reach down and feel where we’re connected. He doesn’t have balls, just his cock jutting from his body. The way he’s pressed inside of me has my pussy stretched to the max.

He’s right, I wish I could see the way he stretches me. I make a mental note to grab my phone before next time. And then mentally slap myself for assuming there will be a next time.

Before I can spin out over the possibility I’ll never feel this again, Kallax starts to move.

Slow at first, letting me feel every ridge as it slides out of me and back in.

I’m panting and sobbing, and it’s taking all of my strength to keep myself in place on the island.

My legs threaten to give out, and I kick myself for not doing this somewhere more comfortable. Like a bed.

“Fuck, love. You feel so fucking good.” Kallax picks up pace, and I’m lost. His cock presses so deep inside of me, and I’m chanting a steady stream of ‘oh fuck’ as everything goes tight again.

My muscles lock up, and I teeter on the precipice for a long moment before he slides across my g-spot just right and I fall.

He grips me around the waist as my legs give out and hauls me up against his chest. For a long moment, I’m dangling like a rag doll, too weak to even reach up to hold on to him. He drives deep one more time and roars as his cock spasms inside of me.

It’s like fire in my pussy as his cum floods me.

The already heated skin nearly burns with the feel of it.

The unexpected and intense sensation sets off a series of aftershocks and my pussy clenches on his cock.

Kallax groans and gently pulls me off him.

I clench and moan with every ridge that comes free.

“Holy fuck,” I pant when he’s finally free of me. Followed by a more vehement ‘holy fuck’ as red pours from my hole.

“Oh, fuck. Oh, no. No, no, no.” I reach down to touch my pussy, but while it’s sore, it doesn’t hurt. Not nearly as much as I’d expect for the amount of blood pouring from me.

“Hush love,” Kallax says, pulling my hand free from the mess between my legs. “It’s just my essence."

“You come blood?” He laughs, shaking me in his arms.

“It’s not blood. It’s not unlike your human male’s ejaculate. Except mine will not get you with child.” I blink and slap a hand to my face. I didn’t even think about the possibility, and it terrifies me. What if he is wrong and I have a demon baby?

Kallax drops a kiss to the top of my head and lowers me to my feet. My legs are shaky and weak, and I grip his arms for balance as I try to find mine. I give a shaky little laugh as I release him at last.

“You know, I’ve had men tell me they’re going to turn my legs to jelly.

I’ve never had anyone do it before.” I grip the island and try to keep upright as my legs continue to shake.

Kallax abandons me for the sink. He runs a towel under the water and returns to me.

He gently spreads my legs and uses the tea towel to wash his cum off of me.

It’s unbearably intimate and sweet. I nearly tell him to give me the towel, that I can do it myself, but then he presses gentle kisses to the swell of my ass and my lower back. His growl is appreciative as he moves to cleaning the pool of red cum on the floor.

“How are you?” He asks against my skin. “Did I hurt you?”

I take inventory of my body before answering. “Sore, tired, good. Really good.”

His lips curve into a smile on my back. He stands to his full height, and I gasp when he scoops me up into his arms bridal style. My arms go around his neck and shoulders.

“Good, because I’m not done with you yet.”