“No,” she whined.
He didn’t listen, and pinched a matching clamp to her very sensitive, already aching right nipple. The bright silver stood out against her brown skin, taunting her.
She howled at the sharp pain jolting through her body. She kicked and cursed, and it dawned on her that maybe she didn’t want this—him—after all.
The mattress bounced as Drastos moved, but she couldn’t open her eyes against the agony. He caught her kicking legs and opened them wide. He pressed her knees open against the mattress, and then he licked her wet slit with his hot, thick tongue.
Some of the pain subsided. Her breath caught in her throat as his powerful tongue wriggled against her opening.Oh, sweet kittens… His tongue was not human. It was wider, longer, and…oh. Forked.
He plunged his tongue inside and covered her mound with his hot mouth. His teeth scraped against her clit, making her buck, but he held her still while he tasted her.
Her eyes rolled back, and she exhaled in desperate moans. As she panted, her shaking breasts snapped her awareness back to the clamps that kept her hard and aching. The soreness became delicious when combined with the intense sensation of Drastos licking between her legs.
She was so close. He nipped at her folds, the brief grazing of his teeth tormenting her closer and closer to the edge.
“No,” he hissed.
She opened her eyes and strained to look down. He shook his head and sat up, abandoning her at the precipice of bliss.
“Not yet.”
“What? Why?” she demanded.
He dug his claws into her thigh, enough to make her wince. “You exist for my pleasure, not the other way around.”
She bit her lip to stifle her bubbling argument.
Rising from the bed, he looked her over. For a split second, as he shifted, his erection loomed at the edge of her vision.
It made sense for a seven-foot demon to have a proportional dick. However, the shadowy blur seemed far larger than warranted.
His hand churned a slow circle in the air, and from the shadows, he retrieved something. He brought it into a sliver of moonlight. At first glance, it looked to be a weapon. A curved sword.
Darkness bled through the edges of her vision.
Chapter 3
Drastos tapped Alyssa’s cheek. “Scared?”
Her vision focused. Moonlight wrapped around the edges of the object he held, and he turned it slowly in the light to show her.
Not a weapon. A… well, she wasn’t entirely sure. It had a handle like a sword, but the part that would be a blade appeared to be more like—her eyes widened—a dildo?
“What is that?” she shrieked.
“I came prepared.”
“But—”
“It’s a courtesy,” he said in a warning tone. “Your body wasn’t made to accommodate me, pet. Though it would all feel the same to me, I thought you might not want me to rip you apart during our fun.”
“W-with that you—”
He chuckled softly. “It’s anusveis.” The sound rolled from his tongue, sounding infinitely more poetic than the object appeared. “It’s a training wand, of sorts.”
“Training?”
“Sometimes humans are kept. Whether for pleasure, entertainment, or breeding, anusveisis the best way to acclimate a human to the variety of demon genitalia.” His brows lowered, and he stared at the wand in his grip. “This will prepare your sweet cunt for me.”