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Duke’s eyes narrowed. Pulling back a bit, he reached over and grabbed the abandoned bottle of massage oil.

He hooked his claws in the hem of her t-shirt and pushed it up to her chin.

A puddle of oil drizzled over her soft belly.

With one hand dipping between their bodies to stroke her clit, the other massaged the oil in firm circles over her flesh.

Miri’s head dropped back with a groan. Every pass of his magic hands tore a whimper from her lips. The burning stretch between her legs vanished as Duke stroked his hands over her curves. His cock sank even deeper than before and it was pure bliss.

The rocking of his hips sped up. Miri was a moaning mess by the time his exploring hands made it to her chest. Peeling the sheer bra down under her breasts, Duke cupped the heavy globes in his oiled fingers.

For once, they weren’t overflowing out of a man’s hands; they fit perfectly in his large palms, like they were made to worship her breasts.

“Fuck, I love your body,” the demon growled. He drew a moan from her lips as he swirled his fingertips over her nipples. “Always so ready for me.”

“Don’t stop,” she groaned. If he even thought about stopping, Miri would never forgive him. “Please, Duke.”

She wriggled her hips as the heat bloomed in her belly. His pale eyes light up at her words. Permission granted, he thrust harder and faster into the wet heat.

One of his large hands pressed gently on her belly to keep her in place. The soft pressure was just enough to push the hard bumps lining his cock against a certain spot. Stars danced in her eyes as his cock stroked her g-spot.

“These perfect luscious curves.” Duke’s grip on her hip tightened, his sharp claws nipping at her flesh. “Look at how those pretty tits are blushing for me.”

His murmured words were all it took to hurl Miri over the edge.

She drowned in hot, sticky pleasure, too blissed out to even breathe.

The demon turning her inside out continued to snap his hips and pound into her.

Each thrust fanned the flames of her orgasm, taking her higher and higher as it burned everything in it’s wake.

When Miri could finally remember her own name, it was right in time for Duke to lean forward over her and plant a hand on the floor beside her head. His free hand lifted her hips. She gasped as the angle let him sink the full length of his thick cock into her slick cunt.

“Oh, my god,” she gasped. Her eyes rolled back as the thick girth filled her to the brim and teased every sweet spot inside of her.

“That’s it, love. Take every inch.” His hips ground hers into the cushion. “This sweet little pussy was built for demon cock.”

Duke was actively trying to kill her. That was the only explanation. No human woman was made to take a demon’s monster cock like that and he damn well knew it.

Wings spread over them as the tightly wound demon started to come undone. Miri reached over his shoulder, her fingertips stroking across the silky membrane. Her hand glided down and landed at the base of his wing. He shuddered at the light touch.

Miri was aggressively aware of the next orgasm building inside of her, but this time she was damn well taking the tempting demon with her. She squeezed her fingers around the the thick base of his wing and Duke went crazy.

A growl rumbled from his chest as he slammed into her. Miri wrapped her arms around his thick shoulders to avoid getting fucked right across the floor. Her fingers lingered on his wings, stroking the base just as he had stroked her clit with his tongue.

Her body shuddered. The slam of his hips was too much. Her pussy clenched hard as the next orgasm took her body by storm.

“I’m coming!” she barely managed to whimper.

“Squeeze my cock tight so I can breed this perfect cunt.”

Miri could just barely make out his growled words before the orgasm rolled over her.

Her whole body shuddered, every muscle tensing.

Duke slammed into her once more before his hands were pinning her hips to the floor.

His cock jerked inside of her as hot seed flooded her core.

Miri floated on a blissful cloud of pleasure as the demon ground their hips together and filled her up.

She had died, Miri was sure of it. She had died and gone to cum heaven, and it was fucking beautiful. Angelic choirs, golden harps, the whole nine yards. Or at least, she thought she had.

The carpet under her shoulder blades was hinting otherwise.

Duke’s heavy body slumped over her, resting on his elbows as they panted for air. Thankfully, he was smart enough not to move. Miri wasn’t sure if her vagina could take so much as a wiggle from him right then.

She looked up at the ceiling. When the hell had she painted it purple?

Wings. His wings were still out. The lavender membrane was stretched over them, a soft purple cocoon keeping them safe and cozy while they pulled it together.

Her eyes dropped to Duke’s once pristine shirt. Buttons were missing where she had clawed at him. Oily streaks and little fingerprints darkened the white fabric. Wincing, Miri ran her fingertips over the little stains.

“Pretty sure these oil stains are going to ruin your shirt.”

No amount of club soda was getting that out.

“I have more,” Duke grunted above her.

Of course he did. And they were probably sorted by color and level of required starch in his closet.

“So… the wings, huh?”

His cheeks blushed a deeper shade of purple as he turned his head to face her.

“Sorry about that?—“

“I can safely say you will never have to apologize for trying to fuck me straight through the floor,” Miri cut him off. Silly demon. As if she hadn’t loved every single second of it.

His blue darkened. “They’re like the others’ horns.”

She quirked an eyebrow. “So, a direct line to your cock?’

“Pretty much.”

Duke pulled away from her and slipped an arm under her back. Sitting back on his heels, he lifted her to his chest—the monster between his legs still firmly lodge inside of her. He climbed to his feet.

Miri raised her eyebrows. There’s no way either of them could take another round right now… or even this week. In fact, she was fairly certain he had put her pussy out of business for the foreseeable future.

He smiled sheepishly and looked down at where their two bodies were joined together.

“Clean up is going to be messy and I really don’t want to have to scrub cum out of your carpet,” he explained.

Miri snorted. Gripping the necktie—that he had inexplicably managed to keep around his neck through their bang fest—she dragged him to her and slanted her lips over his. The sweet, caring dork. The last thing Miri cared about right now was a stain on her carpet.

When she pulled away, his soft smile flashed his fangs just for her. The sweet demon was going to be her undoing, Miri was sure of it.

She pressed her face against his throat and let him carry her to the door. An odd scent tickled her nose. Miri pulled away and sniffed at the demon; it wasn’t Duke, it was coming from her. She sniffed her arm and reeled back. Oh, fuck.

“Um, Duke?”

“Hmm?”

“Where did you get that oil from?” she asked, already dreading the answer.

He paused in the doorway and frowned at her. “I swiped it from Kaz’s gym bag.”

“What scent is it?”

Duke clutched her tighter against him and crouched down to swipe the abandoned bottle off the floor. He straightened up and raised the bottle to his face to squint at the small print. Miri hadn’t even realized his glasses were still strewn somewhere in their wake.

“It’s strawberry mint. Why?”

“Because I’m allergic to strawberries…