add.
He stops and looks up. “Uhm…” He has absolutely no idea what to say.
“One nighter means one night,” I inform him, bending my knee so that I can push him away from me with my foot. “It’s not that hard.”
“I—I’m sorry, Your Majesty,” he stammers and scrambles off the bed.
“Get out,” I grumble as he fumbles with his clothes.
He runs naked out of the room as my pet Hellhound, Musmortus, growls at him from the corner, her three heads snapping their jaws, eager for a bite of Demon ass.
“Good girl,” I murmur to her and sigh as I climb off the bed and stretch.
I walk over to the glass wall on the far side of the room that looks out over the den of iniquity several floors down on the ground. All of the rooms in my new residence look out over the entertainment area.
I smile as I watch my minions. Each one has been hand-picked by me to provide the fun I do so enjoy watching. The Seven Deadly Sins in action, all day every day. It sends a shiver down my spine and peaks my nipples, exciting me way more than the little Demon had with his tongue up my cunt only moments ago.
I’m past this. I want more, but I need more than any one Demon can give me. For starters, my sex drive is too high for only one Demon to keep up with up. But it is more than that. I haven’t found a single male that can handle all of me. I know I’m high maintenance in every way and I totally know that I have anger issues. It is something that I’m trying to work on.
I hear the door, that the Demon had left wide open, close quietly and then a warm body presses himself against me.
“Drescal,” I murmur as his hands come around to pinch my pebbled nipples before he nuzzles my neck, brushing his lips lightly over my skin.
“Anna,” he croons.
My blood tingles. He has a slight accent which makes him pronounce my name Ahna. I enjoy it far more than I would like to.
My body responds to him, warming up at his touch.
He dips his hand lower, gliding over my clit before he slips a finger inside me.
“You know that my pussy is already full of Demon cum,” I whisper wickedly.
He withdraws his finger and pushes me gently up against the window, my huge tits squashing against the glass for everyone to see, if they look up.
“I’d be disappointed if it wasn’t,” he whispers in my ear before he nips my lobe and then licks my neck.
My breath catches and I spin around, taking him in.
He is the stereotypical tall, dark and handsome. Although, ‘handsome’ doesn’t really cut it. He is gorgeous. His dark hair flops over his forehead, making my hand itch to brush it back. He towers over me, his dark eyes sweeping over my face as I give him a once-over that I know will make his cock hard.
I part my lips, staring at his and he leans down to delve his tongue into my mouth in a sensual kiss that makes my knees weak. He is good at seduction. It’s his damned job. He is an Incubus. His powers don’t work on me – I’m immune to all Hell-ish powers. The heat between us is natural and as much as I want to explore it, I’m afraid that if I do, he will come up short and then this fire will die.
He wraps his arms around me as I kiss him back and he walks us over to the bed. He pushes me down gently, stripping off his black duster, his eyes hot with desire. He starts to unbutton his black shirt, but I stop him from taking it off.
“Leave it on,” I order him.
He narrows his eyes at me but does as I ask. He knows now this is a hard and fast fuck and nothing more. He swiftly undoes his black pants and they drop around his ankles.
I fall back and part my legs. “No need for foreplay,” I state. “I’m already well-lubed.”
He snorts. “Oh, Anna,” he murmurs. “How many Demons did it take to make you come last night?”
“Too many,” I sigh. “How many females did you seduce last night to make you come?”
He chuckles, ignoring my question. He leans over me, bracing himself. I wrap my legs around him, pulling him closer. He wastes no time in thrusting deep inside me. I