Page 24 of Hellish Witch (Playing with Demons #3)

Chapter 23

T he incubus pulled his tongue from my pussy as I watched on in a daze.

“It wouldn’t be your birthday if you didn’t have some of your cake,” Killian purred.

The wicked demon turned to the nightstand and swiped more pink frosting from the destroyed cake. Mischief blazed in his silver eyes as he leaned up and forced his thick tongue between my lips, sealing his mouth against mine.

The taste of candied petals bloomed on my tongue, along with a sweet musk I knew was the forbidden bliss he’d wrung from me. I groaned into the kiss as he half choked me with his monstrous, sugar-coated tongue. He laughed into my mouth, the sound edging cruelty as I gagged for an alarming breath.

With a vicious grin, he pulled back, licking his lips as I gasped on the bed, blinking up at him.

I bit my sweetened lips as he straightened, dipping from view as I struggled to lift my heavy head. Clothes rustled, and a second later, Killian loomed over me again.

Something wet and warm dripped between my thighs. It tingled with power. Thick droplets of heat continued to rain against my pussy, slicking me deliciously.

I moaned at the heady sensation and scraped together the strength to sit up enough to stare down between our bodies despite the boneless feel to my limbs.

A monster leered back.

My throat worked as I stared at Killian’s proud length, lurking just above the apex of my thighs, beading with pearls of power.

In the dim room, his thick length looked a deep purple, richer than the slate shade of his skin. Like his horns, a feathered pattern ribbed his long length. Black edged it in a stunning pattern I knew would drive any demoness wild with every thrust. The shadowed edges matched the smooth bulbous tip that tapered into a wicked point, mimicking his arrowhead tail.

But what really caught my eye was how the feathered pattern changed as it reached his base. It became larger and thicker, like a dragon’s scales. The pattern’s shapes swelled as I watched.

Like a knot.

Not all incubi had them, but Killian was extreme in all things.

His sinuous tail wrapped around it and squeezed.

The wet splash of his pre-cum was indecent and so fucking sexy I couldn’t breathe. As if my attention only turned him on, more tingling liquid blossomed from his pointed tip. It fizzed against my lower lips like sparkling mead, each drop driving me right to the edge again.

I breathed hard as I teetered on the edge of madness.

He was so close that all I had to do was hook a leg around his hips and I could impale myself on his throbbing, slick textured length. I could finally know what it felt like to have Killian.

A sexy growl rumbled between us, and my gaze locked with the demon’s above me.

“If you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to have to fuck you,” he murmured, pupils blown wide with his hunger.

I let my legs fall wider, welcoming the thought.

He snarled. “Grab my cock and cover yourself in my cum, sweetness.”

He didn’t wait for me to oblige, his wings scooping under my back to lean me close enough to grab him.

I reached out on instinct, my hands strangling the textured heat of him as much as his girth would allow. My claws didn’t even touch.

He groaned, half-growl, half-moan, and it was the hottest sound I’d ever heard.

Silken liquid smoothed over his feathered length until my hands glided up and down, the texture scraping teasingly between my palms. I squeezed, working him faster, my breaths turning harsh and loud between us. More and more fluid seeped from his pointed tip, covering me in his mess.

It tingled hard enough that I throbbed beneath the slick coating me.

I’d never been with another sexual demon, and I didn’t know quite what to expect despite the rumours.

It was pure fucking bliss.

“Faster, sweetness. Work that cock like you own it,” he growled.

His hips bucked as I added a little twist to the motions, bouncing my hands up and down him fast enough to make my tits jiggle, even squeezed between my biceps.

Something thick stroked my pussy, and I gasped, losing my rhythm.

His tail slid through my folds, the arrowhead coating itself in his magical slick. The lubed head bore down at my entrance, bullying his way inside me. I moaned and writhed, trapped in his wings.

He pushed in slow enough for me to dance on the cusp of oblivion but tortured me right at the edge.

“Kill,” I whined. “Please, I need you.”

He shoved his tail all the way in, the arrow lodging deep and swelling. The pressure and stretch were too much in all the right ways.

I strangled his steely cock, battling to focus on pleasuring his throbbing length. The deep fullness of his tail had me moaning, everything in me tightening in anticipation. Before I knew what was happening, I lunged up, sinking my fangs into the meat of his chest and letting my venom wreak havoc through his body. The most divine sweetness hit my tongue as I finally tasted his blood.

The overwhelming taste of his nectar, the tail filling me, his needy cock in my hands—it shoved me over the edge, and I screamed through my fangs.

I pumped his cock with my hands in a punishing rhythm, and I released my bite right as he started to thrash above me.

He roared my name, coming in a fierce torrent.

Hot liquid splashed my chin and coated my breasts. It lashed my upper body and poured down my front. My nipples lit up with sensation, and even more so, my drenched pussy felt slapped with a tingling heat so hard it stung through my endless orgasm.

His tail kicked inside me, vibrating as he lost control. I writhed even harder, blackness trying to sweep me away as I broke for him over and over. Waves of pleasure crashed into me until I could hardly gasp enough air to survive the onslaught.

Minutes or hours or days passed as I writhed on a bed of wings, Killian coming over me as I shattered just for him.

Eventually, I managed to breathe again, blinking hazily up at the demon through the darkness, holding the room captive.

“Fires in Hell. That was…good,” I croaked. My voice sounded like I licked sandpaper for a living.

Killian chuckled, and his tail shook inside me. I groaned, jerking on the bed beneath his impressive body. His wings held me in a soft cradle of feathers, and he looked down at me with something soft, like adoration, lighting his handsome features.

“I think it was a little more than that.” A lopsided grin tugged up one side of his swollen lips.

A trickle of blood trailed from my fang marks in his chest, and I couldn’t help the feminine satisfaction at seeing my mark on him.

Even with the feast of sexual energy, the bite would remain for a few days because of my venom. A perk of my succubus side.

Killian traced a finger through the mixture of thick fluids between my thighs, making me shudder at the overstimulation. He held the glistening concoction up to the moonlight and licked it clean.

He groaned, and my pussy clenched on his tail. “Gods, that combination is addictive. I want to cover you with my seed every night. I want it dripping from this tight cunt as you go about your day, blushing at how it soaks your panties while you work.”

Even through the haze of pleasure, his words threw fuel onto the silly hope I tried to hide away in my heart.

He fisted his hand in my hair and pulled me up for a kiss that scorched me from the inside. I moaned into his mouth, tasting the power of us both on his wicked, forked tongue. Bliss simmered through every fibre of my being, somehow heightening every sensation even as I felt like I’d chain-smoked haze for hours.

He broke the kiss, chest heaving and eyes wild. “Now you’re going to clean up every drop of this cum for me, and take my power into you like the good girl you are.”

He yanked my hair, angling my head up as his other hand scooped hard between my legs, and I writhed on his wings. His fingers dripped cum across my lips and into my mouth a second before he shoved them between my lips.

I groaned at the addictive taste of him. The invasion of his smoky-sweet flavour in my mouth was everything the mouth-watering scent of his burned-caramel desire promised.

It tingled on my tongue, already working to strengthen me even as it drugged me with a high that rivalled any drug in the realms. He pushed in further, and I gagged, no choice but to swallow the sweetness he forced down my throat.

He pulled back with a vicious smirk, and I had a single second to breathe, pussy clenching hard on his throbbing tail, swollen and thick inside me—like it was lodged in deep and too wide to pull out.

Stuck.

“Fuck,” I panted. “Is your tail…” I trailed off, unsure how to ask what my jumbled thoughts were hinting at.

He loomed over me, a sinister grin on his lips. “Is my tail what, sweetness? Is it knotting your tight pussy so you can’t get away from me?” A dark chuckle rumbled his chest, glimpsing the unhinged psycho I knew him to be. “Just wait until it’s my cock. I know you’ll squeeze my knots so beautifully. That perfect pussy of mine, desperate for all my cum.”

I whined, out of breath from his words as much as the aftershocks of bliss lighting me up and the tingle of power dripping down my throat, bathing my skin.

He grinned, all sharp teeth and bad intentions.

Something slapped against my pussy, a sharp sting of pleasure. I screamed, another orgasm ripping through me like venomous fangs. I writhed in a bed of feathers, trapped in Killian’s dark fantasy.

A sinful chuckle met my low moans as I came back down from the shocked high, inner walls pulsing around the swollen tail knotted inside me. My clit throbbed from his rough attention.

I blinked up at Killian, his storm-blue eyes glowing with silver streaks like the flash of blades.

“Open wide, pretty girl.” The demon lifted sharp claws, dripping pearly liquid onto my lips. “You still have a mess to clean up.”