Page 14 of Hazel’s Choice (A Monstrous World: Next Gen)

Chapter Thirteen

Annex

W atching Hazel’s reflection in the glass might have been hotter than feeling her clench around my tail.

Maybe.

Kinda.

I’d much rather feel her slick pussy wrapped around my cock the way she strangled my tail.

Hazel stares at the monsters in the private room, and my chest beats funny watching her mouth form that same little “O” that it always does when she’s surprised.

She could devour half this club, and I’d still think she’s precious.

I’d also really like to see what she tastes like. Pulling my tail free from her cunt, I bring it to my lips. I’m not above deep throating the appendage to get the last vestiges of her sweet pussy from every nook and cranny, but I bet I look like a weirdo.

Oh, well.

Still worth it.

My eyes fall shut as I groan, but they pop open again as Hazel spins to face me. Her cheeks are a rosy hue that fills my chest with pride. Except I’m sucking on my own tail like it’s a monster cock… Awkward.

I let the appendage fall from my lips and wrap it around her backside as her hands come to rest on my chest.

Her long lashes flutter, and she slides her palms down my sides. “You asked what’s next…” She teases even lower, dipping her fingers into the waistband of my jeans.

Did I ask that?

Shit.

My brain is short-circuiting.

I guess I did. I just got distracted with how delectable her pussy tastes on my tongue.

The backs of her fingers brush my abs, and she moves to work my belt. “I thought I could return the favor.”

I bite my lip to keep from groaning.

How do I explain to her that while she can suck me off, and I’ll absolutely enjoy every second of it, there’s very little chance I’ll actually be able to come from a blow job.

Practically zero if we want to get technical with percentages.

It’s the curse of being a sex demon. Yeah, I can pick up scraps of magic from her desire for me and even her joy at pleasing me, but my system is especially stubborn.

My face feels hot as I blurt all of that out.

Hazel’s lip pokes out adorably. “And I was just celebrating that I got your jeans open.” Her soft fingers brush down my length, and my wings twitch. “Okay, so how do you feel about the stage? I’m not comfortable being down in the orgy.”

I barely have the chance to process her words before we’re siphoning.

Hazel lands on top of me in the club chair. A quick glance around determines we’re in the one on the right on the stage. It gives me a full view of all the escapades playing out in the pit, but Hazel is what I want to focus on.

I’m also not sure I want any of those assholes in the audience stealing a peek at whatever comes next. Wrapping my hand in her hair, I bend to meet her for a filthy kiss that has our tongues dancing in the air.

I dose her with a small hit of lust, and it ravishes her system. She shivers, grinding over my lap. Once she’s converted the lust into an even more potent food source, I pull it back.

It still leaves her buzzing with my magic, but it allows me to dose the club with the excess. I wasn’t lying when I told her she drained me dry earlier. It’s no big deal, though. It’s much easier for me to refuel than it is for her, especially with that feathered asshole hunting her.

“Can you lean forward?” Hazel asks, tugging up the bottom of my tank top. “I want to feel your skin against mine.”

I chuckle. “I’ve got you.”

Bringing a hand to my front, I use my magic to disintegrate my shirt and jacket. I don’t focus well enough to know where it reappears, but likely it’s upstairs in my room.

Hazel’s greedy gaze moves from my chest down my stomach, landing on my open jeans. “Well, I’m not sure I want either of us completely nude in a room full of people, so I’m serious this time. Lift up .”

“Yes, ma’am.” I grin and push up with my feet flat on the floor while shoving my jeans down around my thighs. Taking the opportunity, I use a bit of magic to send my belt wherever my shirt and jacket landed. No one wants to be poked with a belt while they’re fucking.

Hazel doesn’t hesitate to push up on her knees, allowing her to fist my length.

While she’s busy, I pop her tits out the top of her dress. I made a good choice picking one with a stretchy top.

“These fucking tits,” I groan, running the backs of my fingers over her tight nipples.

It reminds me, it might be a good idea to do away with my claws. In full monster form, they’re a little extreme. Focusing my intent allows my hands to transform until my claws are just pointy nails.

The noises from the pit get even louder, and I wrap my wings around her back to give us a bit of privacy. It doesn’t block her completely from view, but it helps me feel like more of a gentleman. She’s also facing away from the room, which should help her forget they’re even there.

A gentleman would siphon her back upstairs to make this a private encounter.

Yes, well, my conscience can fuck off.

I’m a sex demon, not a gentleman.

“Dammit, why did no one teach me the clothing trick?” Hazel mumbles, circling my crown with her thumb.

“What’s bothering you, baby doll?”

“My underwear.”

“Ahh, I see.” Working my hand up the front of her dress, I use a bit of magic to handle her panties.

Hazel drops my shaft, pinning it to my pelvis, and grinds her slick cunt over the underside. “Do the thing with your tongue, please?”

My head tilts, and I focus on her thoughts. Normally, Hazel has some of the most impressive mental shields that I’ve ever come up against, but at the moment, they’re down.

She wants me to tease her tits with my tongue, and I’m happy to oblige. The naughty little vixen wraps a hand around my horn to keep steady as she reaches between us, gripping my cock and guiding it to her opening.

My horns are an erogenous zone just like my wings, and feeling her squeeze it as she holds on makes my tip leak.

The look of concentration on her face leads me to believe she’s not doing it on purpose or to be cheeky. She’s just so caught up in the moment that she has no idea what she’s doing.

I tease a hand around to grip her luscious arse, and my nails dig into her skin as she sinks down on my crown. A hiss escapes my lips, and I struggle against the urge to buck up into her.

Her teeth dig into her lower lip, and she rises on her knees and falls all over again.

“That’s a lot,” she chokes out.

I retract my tongue from her tits to make it easier to speak. “Fuck.” I move my free hand to cradle her skull. “I can swap to partially shifted or human form. It’ll adjust my size.”

Her head shakes, making her hair fall around her shoulders. “I’m not human. I can handle a little pain to take you as you’re meant to be.”

If someone were to snap a picture of me at this very moment, I’m sure I would have emoji heart eyes as I stare at Hazel’s beautiful face.

Being a sex demon is a mixed bag.

My life revolves around pleasure, but it’s always focused on how best to please my partner to ensure I get a full meal.

No one ever offers to make sex good for me. I’m just excellent at being selfish to ensure I have fun too.

Hazel gets back to bouncing on my dick, and her pert tits jiggle with every grind of her hips.

An especially demonic growl rattles out of my chest, and I pull her mouth to mine while bringing my tail to tease her clit. She kisses me back, her desperation for me flooding my mind at the contact.

I don’t technically need to breathe, but it steals all the air from my lungs. I have no intention of ever letting this darling not-quite-a-witch escape.

I want Hazel to be mine.

In the permanent sense.

Like with a claiming bite and strings that mean forever.

I want her to be my mate.

Incubi can bond with humans, witches, shifters, and even other demons, along with a few other species, but it’s always a chosen bond and not a fated mate situation.

It allows us to form a connection that encourages breeding. Who knows why the universe doesn’t deem us worthy of fated connections, but being able to choose who I tie myself to for eternity seems just as meaningful.

I’ve never seen the draw of mates before. It would make Hazel my sole food source. Technically, I would be able to pick up tidbits from the lust in the club, but it would be like a human eating saltine crackers for eternity when Hazel is the steak with a loaded baked potato.

She moans as our tongues dance, and she drips around my swollen length. The more pressure I apply to her clit, the closer she gets to tumbling over the edge, and in turn, my pleasure builds.

I’m not sure what causes me to open my eyes. I’d much rather focus on Hazel as she clamps down on my cock. Pulling my mouth from hers, I stretch my tongue down to tease her nipple and peek over her shoulder.

My entire body stiffens as I spot that fucking angel. He stands less than twenty feet away near the edge of the pit, and his eyes are firmly on Hazel. His hands fist at his sides, and my head tilts. It seems like he’s daydreaming ways to slaughter me.

Or maybe he knows what Hazel is, and he’s here to put an end to her?

No.

That’s not the emotion radiating off him in waves so palpable you could cut them with a knife.

He’s jealous.

Interesting.

Hazel sobs, and her pussy spasms around my cock. Her pleasure slams into me so violently that I don’t feel the orgasm coming until my balls are tightening.

“Annex, please.” It comes out sounding a lot like a plea. She lets go of my horn, moving to hold the tops of my shoulders.

I grip her arse in both hands and raise and drop her as I fuck up into her. Her cheek falls against mine, and I retract my tongue in case she wants a kiss, but I focus on slamming my crown into her G-spot.

Over and over again.

Well, like five times.

Then I’m done for.

The way her inner walls ripple around my length sends me over the edge, and I jolt as deep as I can get in her tight cunt.

Hazel continues swiveling her hips in a circle long after I’ve emptied inside her. Her face rests in the crook of my neck, and I’m obsessed with the way she cuddles as close as she can get.

The lust I released upon my orgasm has had quite the effect on the club. It’s an utter free-for-all. My mind rouses slowly, and I scan, looking for the angel.

He leans against one of the columns with his arms crossed, and his eyes on me and Hazel.

I frown.

Fuck.

This is going to scare Hazel.

Wrapping my hand in her hair, I pull her mouth to mine. Silvery-bluish-pink magic spills around our lips as I dose her with lust. Once I’ve done all I can to help put her at ease, I redirect her until her ear is just in front of my mouth.

“You have an admirer, and I’m not sure how you’re going to feel about that, but don’t freak out.

I don’t think he’s here for the reason you might expect.

” I peck a kiss on her cheek and act swiftly.

Uncoiling my wings from around her back, I spin her to face the room.

My tail guides my dick back to her pussy, and she sinks down, resting her back to my chest.

“Holy shit, you feel even bigger in this position.” Hazel moans, reaching down to tease her clit.

“You’re very good for my self-esteem. Now, did you hear a word I said, or are you still too high on lust to focus?”

Hazel’s eyes are hazy, but they get moderately clearer, and she scans the club.

She catches sight of the angel, and her jaw falls.

“He seems to enjoy watching.” I keep my head tilted so I can speak as close to her ear as possible.

It should prevent him from reading my lips.

All supernatural creatures outside of witches have enhanced hearing, but I doubt he can pick up my voice with how loud the club is.

“If he was here to try to kill you, I doubt he’d stop to watch you fuck my brains out first.” Looping my arms around her front, I cup her tit in one hand and use the other to shove her fingers away from her clit, taking over for her.

“That leads me to believe we’re in the clear.

Let’s give him a real good show and distract him even further. ”

Hazel shivers against my chest, and I smirk at the voyeur. He looks like he wants to kill me in the most violent way possible, but I get a nice little buzz of euphoria at sensing his fury.

And here I thought angels were the morally superior species…

Apparently, they’re just as hedonistic as the rest of us.