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A ce adjusted the striped party hat perched between his horns. Perfect. No better way to wake up his favorite birthday girl than with a party hat on his head and his tongue on her clit.

Crawling up the empty bed, he laid down beside Miri and propped his chin on his hand.

She was so cute when she was sleeping. Her soft red curls slipped out of her scrunchie and frizzed around her head in a fluffy copper cloud.

A hint of freckled flesh peeked out from the shirt bunched up around her ribcage.

Even the little bit of drool in the corner of her mouth made his heart melt.

Too bad he was going to have to wake her up.

Flicking his tail, Ace lifted the blankets and slipped underneath. He army crawled into position and gently gripped her ankles. Her legs settled comfortably over his shoulders as he beamed at the cotton panties in his face.

It was her birthday but somehow he was getting a gift. The universe was generous to poor, unappreciated demons like himself.

Ace hooked the tips of his claws under the edge of her panties and carefully tugged them aside.

He grinned at the prize underneath. Fucking perfect.

Tongue flicking out, he lapped at the sweet musky taste of his favorite treat.

Diving deeper, the demon swirled his tongue over the little bud at the top of her pussy.

He sucked her clit into his mouth and teased it with the tip.

Soft thighs tensed on either side of his face. Ace gave her another long lick and stroked his thumbs over the tricky spots on her hips that always made Miri’s legs shake. Her muffled moan was music to his ears.

The blankets over his head lifted. He raised his head and grinned at her sleepy face. A soft pink glow colored Miri’s cheeks as she looked down at him.

“What—?”

“Happy birthday!” he said brightly.

The party might have been yesterday, but that didn't mean Miri shouldn't still be celebrated today on her actual birthday. A principle shared by the other demons in the house.

Ace was just the distraction. Nico, Duke, and Kaz were down in the kitchen trying to put together something edible for breakfast. Frankly, he had zero faith in their abilities.

Which meant it was up to him to give the chuckleheads as long as possible to stop arguing and figure out how to pour a bowl of cereal.

A sacrifice he was selflessly willing to make.

Now that she was awake… Ace dugs his claws into the seams of her thin cotton panties and shredded them off her body.

He knew Duke loved to see their sweet human in her array of silky underthings, but personally, he felt that it was a crime to cover such a perfect pussy.

He would cast it in bronze and display it on the living room mantle if Miri would let him.

Ace returned his face between her legs. Tongue making short work of her clit, he dipped his fingers deep into her cunt. Miri’s back arched off the mattress. Patiently pushing her hips back down, he thrust his fingers and fucked the tight channel with his blunted claws.

A flood of her sweet honey dripped down his hand. Tail working its way up her body, he soaked the end in the slick puddle and teased her other hole.

“Oh, fuck,” Miri groaned.

Her small hands gripped his hair and horns for dear life. Ace didn’t let up. Sucking hard on her swollen clit, he fucked her pussy and ass with his fingers and tail. He dragged the edge of his fangs gently over her flesh and felt his pretty human come undone.

Legs shaking, her thighs squeezed his head and a sticky wave dripped down his fingers. Ace lapped it up. He didn’t even need whatever mediocre breakfast the other guys were throwing together. He had a feast in front of him already.

Miri tugged on his hair. Ace begrudgingly raised his head and met her lusty gaze.

The birthday girl was hungry for a different kind of pleasure.

He reluctantly slid his fingers free of her tight grip, but lets his tail to tease her ass.

Pressing soft kisses up her belly, he made his way back up to her lips.

Her soft brown eyes followed his trail. Blunt teeth nipped at her lower lip as his tongue dipped into her belly button. Her leg shifted to part her legs wide and her shin dragged over his throbbing cock. Miri’s eyes gleamed with hunger.

“Don’t worry, birthday girl.” Ace grinned. “I’ve got a present here just for you.”

The door swung opened and banged against the wall. For fuck’s sake.

Ace sighed and pressed one last kiss to her belly. The three stooges had the worst timing. They couldn’t have spent five more minutes bumbling around the kitchen? His dick was hard enough to shatter boulders and he hadn’t managed to make the their girl scream yet.

So inconsiderate.

Kaz, Duke, and Nico shouldered their way into the room, crooked party hats balanced on their heads. A large tray piled with food rested in Duke’s large hands.

Ace frowned at the tray laden with golden french toast and perfectly fried eggs. Beside him, Miri’s eyebrows soared. At least he wasn’t the only one confused as fuck. He’d full been expecting burnt toast and soggy cereal.

Miri looked back and forth between the three demons. “I didn’t know you guys could cook?”

Kaz shrugged and tucked his hands into his sweatpants pockets.

“I was a line cook for a bit in college.”

“You were?” What in the actual hell? Ace stared at whatever being was impersonating his dear, beloved cousin. “Since when?”

“Sometime between your brief stint as a ranch hand and that summer you thought graffiti art was your hidden talent.” Kaz looked pointedly at the others in the room. “Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.”

Ace’s jaw dropped. He was genuinely impressed.

Quite frankly, he’d been sure that Kaz’s talents began and ended with punching people in the head.

Sure, he was smart and whatnot. And he’d gone to college for some kind of degree in nutrition.

And there was an award lying around the house for something in physical therapy.

But to pull one over on Ace? To drop a grand reveal when he was nose deep between Miri’s legs? That was expert mode. Ace was the king of dramatic revelations and today he was being dethroned by his own cousin.

He wiped at his eyes. No, he wouldn’t cry, no matter how proud he was.

A quiet giggle grew beside him. Miri slapped a hand over her face as he turned to look at her. The giggles quickly grew in volume.

“I’m sorry,” she gasped through her laughter. “But your face… I didn’t know eyebrows could go that high!”

“And after I worked so hard to have you coming all over my tongue?” Ace asked, clutching his chest.

Miri laughed harder, her thighs jiggling.

Ace didn’t laugh. None of the demons did.

He could still see the wet sheen between her legs, tempting him for another taste.

Lower half bare, her shirt was pushed up to her ribs and her pussy was still on full display for the loitering demons.

She followed their gaze and blushed, her laughter dying. Miri tugged her shirt lower.

Not that it did any good. The gorgeous sight was burned into all of their minds.

Ace lifted the breakfast tray and passed it to Duke. The winged demon placed it carefully on the dresser and turned back, a different kind of hunger gleaming in his eyes.

“I think that will reheat just fine.” Ace’s fangs flashed.

His tail wrapped around Miri’s ankle and dragged her legs apart again.

Face buried in her pussy, he was sucking on her clit before she could take a breath to protest. Ace plunged his fingers back into her cunt and teased the little spot that always made her scream.

Her back arched like she was struck by lighting.

The birthday girl came apart on his tongue, rewarding him with a loud moan as he legs shook. He lingered between her legs, licking away the sweet liquid that welled from her cunt.

“Oh, god. Stop!” Miri gasped as his tongue circled her swollen clit. “It’s too much!”

Ace gave her one last lick and lifted his face. “Sure thing, doll.”

Rolling to the side, he licked the taste of her off his lips and pressed a final kiss to her knee. Ace climbed off the bed and swiped a piece of french toast from the waiting tray. He watched with a grin as Nico took his place.

He’d stopped as Miri had requested—he wasn’t an animal. And as a reward, he was going to sit back, eat french toast, and watch the birthday girl fall apart on the next guy’s tongue.

They were demons, after all… not angels.