Page 29 of Let The Devil In

My wails fuel him. My spasming and squirting pussy is his reward.

“Mine!” he rages. “I will have you. I will mark you. I will fill your cunt with my babies, and you will be my queen. My whore. My sleeve.”

Hot, wet jizz fills me. Fills my stomach to swelling. Still, he keeps rutting, snarling and huffing like a wild beast.

“More,” he grunts.

A vine finds my back entrance and joins his erratic bucking. The burn is nothing to the size of the invader as it thickens the deeper it plunges.

“Too much ... too much!”

My cries are silenced by the thick, red tongue that thrusts out of the shadows and down my throat. Silencing me as it tangles with mine.

Every hole is full.

Stuffed and used, and his. And he takes me faster. Demanding I cum for him without stopping. A forced loop of climaxes that overlaps the last one and I can’t even move. I’m immobilized as he torments me to madness.

All the while, he pumps his seed inside me. I lost count and none of it is coming out. It’s building inside me, hot and perfect.

It’s unclear how long he used me. How long I let him and loved it. But even when he finally slows, even when the vines unfurl and collapse in his palms, his cock stays wedged in place. It’s there when he carries me to the bed of leaves and pulls me down with him.

“Shh,” he soothes when I whimper. “Have to wait. Once I unlock, you will get on my tongue and let me clean what you let me do to your cunt. The mess you let me make in your tight, human hole.”

I hate myself when my body responds by lifting and grinding, by using him to cum like I haven’t already a hundred times.

His laugh is a taunt above me as he pumps his hips, driving himself deeper. Matching my desperate attempts.

“Such a sweet, greedy whore. Does my sleeve want more?”

My heels dig into dirt, and I push myself down on him. I ride him. I take what I want while staring up into the shadows.

“Show me your face,” I pant, rubbing harder. “I want to see you.”

See the man whose dick has ruined me.

“Let me in first.”

I shake my head. “Face.”

His tongue unfurls and flicks my nipple.

“Only my queen can see my face. The one who lets me in.”

Without thinking, I reach into the shadows and close my fingers into his antlers. I hold them as we move. As we fuck and rut in the dirt. I hold them tighter when I cum and he fists my throat. He cuts my air as I’m shuddering, my head already buzzing.

“That’s it,” he groans as I thrash and squeeze. “Milk me. Keep my knot in your cunt longer.”

Truth is, I don’t think I want him to ever come out.

CHAPTER SIX

My eyes open to darkness and an unyielding weight pinning down my hips.

All around me, the trees have turned into paisley wallpaper, the canopy of branches is a ceiling. I’m back in my aunt’s house, in the blue room. My monster is gone ... again, and there’s a restless tongue lapping at my core.

“What ... God!”

Soft, downy strands slip through my searching fingers as I reach for the head wedged between my thighs.