Page 21 of Mischief Maker

S ome years later...

Faela

One of my favorite things is making my demon husband work a little for what he wants.

We finished our chores early today, and he wanted to fuck me in the barn on the hay. But I have bigger, better plans than that. When he swipes at the hem of my skirt, I duck out of the way and hurry out the barn doors, leaving him behind.

“Hey!” Kireth calls after me, glaring at my back. “Where are you going?” His cock is already thick and drooling and pulling hard at his loincloth.

“Good luck running with that!” I call back, and take off down the hill toward the river.

I hear his gasp of annoyance behind me, and then the pounding of his feet as he gives chase.

Races are much fairer now that he’s mortal and doesn’t have magic to rely on, but he still has longer legs and moves fast. I’ll have to stay on my toes.

I race along the river until I reach the rocks, where I hop from one to the next to cross, then dart off into the woods. Kireth hollers from somewhere behind me.

“When I find you, I’m going to gobble you right up!”

I giggle and duck into some brush, the branches scraping at my legs and pulling on the fabric of my dress.

Oops. Guess I’ll have to do a little repair job later.

I can hear his thundering footsteps now that he’s no longer outfitted with the soft touch of a god, and it makes it easy to tell where he is and zigzag just out of his reach.

Unfortunately, I’ve gotten so wet between the legs just thinking about what he’ll do when he catches me that my thighs are starting to chafe.

“Oooh, not such a sweet girl today, are you?” he calls out. “Maybe I can’t find you with magic anymore, but I can still smell you!”

A shiver runs through me. He does love to bury his face in my pussy and snuffle it like a dog—he would know how I smell when I’m excited for him, when I’m thinking of his strong body and thick cock, and how good it feels when?—

I’m startled out of my thoughts by a branch breaking, and Kireth leaps through the trees right in front of me. I screech and stumble backwards, but he catches me around the waist.

“There you are,” he growls, pulling me closer to him, even as I wriggle in his arms. I’ve been caught. “I didn’t think it was possible to want you even more, but if I don’t put my cock inside you now, I think that mortal death might come for me sooner than I thought.”

I want the same thing, of course, and now my blood is hot and pumping. I know exactly how to take him. I stumble to the nearest tree, hike up my dress to my hips, and lean against it.

“Oh, fuck,” Kireth mutters to himself as he gazes down at my exposed rear.

I expect him to slide his hungry cock inside me, but instead, I feel his hot breath against my pussy.

On his knees in the dirt, he torments it with his tongue, and shoves two fingers inside my weeping slit.

My head falls forward, and I moan as he pumps quickly, getting me even wetter.

His other hand reaches up to my ass, and plying my cheeks apart, he starts to explore the puckered, much smaller hole there.

Is that what he’s going to do today?

He wets his finger and adds it to the mix, so he’s attacking me in both places at once while he wreaks havoc on my clit with his mouth, and it’s not long before I’m gasping and squeezing and light bursts behind my eyes.

When I’ve recovered, I turn around to repay the favor, but Kireth wags a finger. “No. You got me too close by leading me on your little chase.” He positions himself behind me. “I’m going to fill up your beautiful cunt so full you won’t be able to hold any more.”

My head falls forward as he brings his cock to my dripping entrance, and there he teases me with that soft head until I’m squirming and bucking my hips back against his. Then, ever so slowly, he slides in.

Oh, it will never cease to amaze me how good it feels when I’m full of him.

Kireth starts slowly, never thrusting more than an inch or two, warming me up for him.

Soon he plunges in deep, the head of his cock settling right where it belongs.

I grip the tree as he hastens his pace, aiming for all the places that make my body sing, and I cry and scream as he pillages me faster and faster.

Soon I’m stepping over the threshold and he’s coming with me, our bodies melding into one as he slams inside me one last time.

“Sweet girl,” he murmurs into my ear as he ejects all of himself, his hot juices commingling with mine until they’re leaking out onto the forest floor. I shudder and clench underneath him, my hands losing their grip on the tree as he pulls me against his chest. “I will never get enough of you.”

We walk back to the river, hands linked, his seed dripping down my thighs. We abandon our clothes and get in the water together, where he tenderly washes my hair, my breasts, my hips, my thighs. Of course, he can’t resist taking me one more time, and my cries fill the air.

When we’re both finally spent, we lie on the riverbank naked and let our bodies dry.

“Faela,” Kireth begins, voice tentative. He’s almost always full of confidence, so it draws my attention.

“What is it?”

“Have you ever considered...” He trails off, clearly uncertain. “Did you ever want to have children?”

I must have a very startled look on my face, because Kireth quickly looks away. “Never mind.”

“Wait.” I roll onto my side and take his hand in mine. “Is that something you want?”

The thought has never crossed my mind, not since he first started brewing that potion for me. It’s never come up, so I just assumed he wasn’t interested.

Kireth shrugs, as if it’s unimportant to him—but I can tell that it is.

“I don’t know. I was just watching you with the new calves, and...” His tail is flicking in the air between us with excitement, even if his face doesn’t show it. “I’ve never felt this before. Like I want to try it before we get too old.”

I wonder what our baby might come out like.

“I’ve had children before,” he says quickly, with some shame. “But I never got to know them. To see them. By the time I was summoned again, they had grown up and died.” He runs a hand down my arm. “I want to be there. I want to see. If I go first, I don’t want to leave you alone.”

It’s a dark thought, imagining one of us going before the other. Yet I don’t want to leave him alone, either.

“All right.” I scoot closer, trailing my fingers up his chest, then down again to his hips. “Let’s do it.”

His eyes widen. “Really?”

“Sure. It’s a kind of immortality, in a way. They’ll live on long after us and perhaps have children of their own. We’ll never really be forgotten.”

A wide smile crosses his playful face, and then it turns wicked. He jumps on top of me, pinning me down in the mud. “Perfect,” he whispers, leaning down to nip my earlobe. “Can we start now?”

I sputter. “But I just drank the potion a few days ago?—”

He cuts me off by kissing me. “Call it practice. Besides, I want to make a few of them.”

“Lots of extra hands around the farm?” I ask, laughing as he trails his hands down to my nipples.

“Lots of bright little voices,” he says, reaching down to guide his warm, leaking cock inside me once again, and I welcome him in.

Then I let him carry me away, off to a place I could only have imagined in my dreams.

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