Page 8 of My Daddy is a Demon (Demons for Hire)

Iris

Finding your power, your purpose is life altering. World changing. Wondering your entire life who you should be, who you can be, leaves room for all kinds of things. Boring, basic things. Magical, otherworldly things. When the truth comes out, that you can be both, it does stake some getting used to.

Pushing the bacon around in the pan, I flip a pancake with my other hand. My fingertips spark and I laugh. I am making breakfast for my mate, the hot daddy demon in my bed, and my magic won’t stop sparking. It’s been this way for days, not that I mind at all.

Facing Bael woke up parts of me I had never dared face before. With the gardens, with the crystals, even with how I spoke to the earth and the skies whenever I wanted a good harvest for Maxine’s produce, I touched on the magic I felt inside me. I never let myself believe it could be real or powerful.

Turns out I am powerful enough to face down a demon.

“There she is,” Valen’s voice hums from behind me before his tail snakes around my waist. “My sweet little girl up at dawn to be one with nature, yes? Before you go to your garden, how about you come be one with daddy, yeah?”

His tongue licks down my neck, sending sparks of pleasure to my center. Laughing, I nod as I fall back against his firm body. I breathe in his scent, feel the warmth of him, and I am at peace. I never thought I would have this. Have someone who cared for me, who would stay with me, but here we are.

“I do want to go be one with the earth. It can wait until I let my mate get his fill of me,” I tease as his talon tears at the straps of my top, exposing my breast as the cotton falls away.

“We have a problem then, little girl,” Valen teases as he tears at the other strap, sending the dress falling to the floor. “Because I will never have my fill of you, mate.”

Valen’s talons go away, his hands gentle on my body as they slide down to my belly. He hums as his hands cradle me there, where a small bump has begun to grow. He did tell me our pregnancies will be faster, different, but it’s been just a few weeks since we were first together. Valen said we will be able to feel our little monster soon.

“I look forward to trying to satiate you, daddy,” I tease.

Valen turns me, lifting me to set me on the counter beside the stove. Turning off the bacon and grabbing a piece, he smirks up at me. I smile as he chews at the bacon, letting out a little groan of pleasure. He loves food, it turns out. Bacon and pancakes, hamburgers and hand cut cries, anything I cook he loves. Just last night he had his first candy, some red vines, and insists we stock up as soon as possible.

We’ve been on our own version of a honeymoon since the battle with Bael. We came home, just as I promised we would, and made love for days. We’ve played in the garden where he praised me for the bountiful growth, confirming it is part of my magic. At nightfall, we would go to the lake to swim beneath the moon, savoring each other.

Having him here at the cottage has made it a home. Lying in bed with him, though he barely fits, being held all night and feeling safe because he won’t ever leave me has changed my life. I was alone for so long. Even before Maxine died, I had no one to talk to, no one to laugh with, and certainly no one who loved me.

“I love you,” I whisper the words I will never tire of giving him.

Valen sobers, his eyes glowing red. “I love you too, Iris. It was such a foreign thing to me for so long. Loving someone more than yourself? I did not believe it was a real thing. I consider those who loved weak. I was wrong. Someone who loves someone else this way, who would gladly sacrifice themselves for that person, that is a strong person. Watching you with Bael, it became obvious what loved looks like You had no idea about your magic before we met, no chance to perfect it. Yet you never hesitated once. You love me enough that you were going up against a literal monster, to protect me.”

“I would have gladly given my life for yours. It meant so little to me before,” I admit, recalling that emptiness, the ache of loneliness. I am so full now. His attention, his constant affection, this magic inside of me that I still want to learn more about, it has given me purpose.

“Now it means everything. My life does not matter. Not now that you’re with child. That little monster is the priority now. I never thought…I was glad my bloodline ended with me. Until I found you. I might never repent enough for my many sins, but you, and our child, that is a good start, I think.”

Smiling, I draw him closer, brushing my mouth over his. Valen hums as I kiss him slowly, letting our tongues tangle. His kiss tastes sweet, smoky bacon, and the spiciness that is just him. His hands smooth down my back, then hook under my thighs. His tongue flicks at my lips as he pulls back, lifting me against him off the counter.

“Come, little girl. Daddy needs some quality time with his favorite toy,” he teases as he carries me with ease to the front room.

Sun shines in on the rug by the fireplace, painting the room in amber light. Valen goes down on his knee, setting me down gently. Before he can mount me and take what he wants, I stop him. I want him to get what he wants, of course, I just want to get something too.

“Daddy,” I tease as I sit up on my knees, still dwarfed by his huge frame. “I made breakfast. I didn’t eat a bite…can you feed me?”

Valen hesitates for a moment as my words seem to confuse him. His eyes flare gold once he understands. Growling, he stands to his full height, putting his cocks right where I want them. Reaching out, I circle the bottom one, the curvier of the two, spiked with soft barbs that feel so good inside me. My other hand works the top one, thicker, bigger, the one he gives his side with, the crown swollen and dripping.

“Oh, yes, daddy will feed his little girl. Open that slutty little mouth, you’re going to swallow daddy’s big cock down that good girl throat,” he hisses, hands fisting my hair, yanking my head back.

Whimpering, I open my mouth for him. Without hesitation, he pushes past my lips, both of us moaning in pleasure as I choke on him. He pulses in my mouth as I suck hard, my hands working his other cock, so it’s not left out.

“Such a good little girl,” he hums, rocking his hips. “So fucking pretty being daddy’s little toy. You love swallowing his big cocks. Open up, take the other one, don’t leave him out.”

“Yes, daddy. Yes, I love being your good girl,” I whimper.

Valen roars, pulling back as he yanks my head down. The other cock pushes inside my mouth. It tastes sweet, sweeter than his bacon flavored lips. Sucking hard, I let him pump into my mouth over and over. Pulling out again, he shoves his other shaft in my mouth, then back again, using my mouth for his pleasure.

It might be me on my knees for him, him taking pleasure from me however he chooses, but I have the power. I might be playing little girl for him now, and will often when we play this way, but I am not weaker than him or less than. We’re equal in this.

“I love you, Iris. My sweet little bird. Love you so fucking much. That’s it, that’s a good girl. Just like that, little girl, suck daddy so good.”

Moaning as my own pleasure starts to soak my thighs, I do as I am told. I suck harder, taking him deeper, I stroke whichever cock is not in my mouth. I choke on him, I take him so deep, but I never stop. Not until I make him come. Not until I am sticky with his seed.

“Look at your mark,” he whispers, his fingers tracing the scar at my throat. “Look how it glows whenever you’re being my good little girl. Fuck, I love that you’re bound to me. That I am bound to you. I will love you for eternity, sweet bird. To the end of this life and beyond.”

Whimpering, I nod. We’re not mortal so a normal life is not for us. Which means through this strange life of ours, we will get to love each other longer, deeper, in more ways than any mortal could. It is why I had to be alone for so long. No man or woman on this earth would have been a match for me or what is inside of me.

“Can I mark you with magic again?”

“You can mark me a hundred times if you want, love. I will wear your brand with pride. Having the love of something so fucking magical, so goddamn powerful, is a true honor.”

Before I can say anything to that, he pulls out of my mouth. Lifting me, he turns me, so I am on all fours. Knelt behind me, he grips my hips in rough hands. I cry out when he spanks me, something we just started playing with. It sends a shockwave of pleasure to my pussy. I ask for more, telling him to punish me for being so greedy for his cocks, for being such a needy little slut.

“That’s how I want you, little girl,” he grunts as he spanks me again, again. “Needy for daddy’s cocks. Come back here, fill those holes with my cocks. Take me everywhere you want me.”

On my knees, I push back, glancing back over my shoulder to watch. Slowly, he fills my pussy with his barbed cock, and I cry out as an orgasm bears down on me the moment he bottoms out. His bigger, thicker cock pushes into my ass, stretching me, making it hurt until he rocks slightly, drawing pleasure out of me.

“Daddy, daddy, fuck me. Fuck your little girl. I need to come, daddy, it aches. Make me come. Please, daddy,” I cry out, my voice needy, raw. I am always hungry for him, always chasing the pleasure that I went so long without.

“That’s it, good girl. You take my cocks so good,” he hisses, pumping his hips, fucking me faster, harder. “You were created just for me, Iris. To by my sweet little girl. I will love you forever.”

“Yes, yes, I love you daddy. I love you, daddy!”

Together we come, shuddering, shouting, our souls tangling tighter together each time. Valen is knotted inside of me, so he cannot pull out. Not that I want him to. I love these moments where we’re floating in a place of pleasure. Valen cradles me to him as we curl up on the rug, his mouth pressing kisses all over my skin.

“I want that damn bacon,” he hums, his hips rocking once to tease me. “Guess it will have to wait.”

“I mean…you could take me with, daddy,” I offer with a laugh.

Valen sits up to glance down at me. I smile as he grins huge, nodding his head. Wrapping his tail around my waist, he lifts me against his body, his cocks still buried deep inside of me. I whimper when he starts to grow hard. It will have to wait. My monster wants his bacon, and I want my monster to be fed.

Wouldn’t be daddy’s little girl if I didn’t take care of him would I?