Page 33 of The Demon God's Desire
I make short work of unlacing her boots and pulling down her trousers, exposing her lower half to the cool night air.
“Guilri?” she asks, reaching down to touch my face.
“Shhh,” I tell her. “I’ve got you. Let me do this for you.” I spread her knees and dive in, entranced by the scent of her throbbing cunt, so wet she’s glistening in the light of the fire.
I glance up and see her honey colored eyes shining, her dark hair splayed out over the colorfully woven bedroll.
Staring at her for a moment, I realize how lucky I am to have been granted a second chance by this veritable goddess. I move back down and take up residence once more, nipping, licking and sucking in earnest delight.
I’m not even thinking about my own, neglected cock. It’s hard and leaking in my trousers but right now all I want to do is give this goddess a taste of the pleasure she’s brought to my own life. I want to show her how sorry I am and how much making up I’m prepared to do.
Pressing my tongue flat, I paint broad strokes over her already wet folds and wriggle my tongue into her entrance, pushing as deep as I can get it. She spasms under me and I grip her hips tightly to keep her from moving.
She calls my name, desperate, pleading and I move my tongue back up to flick rapidly back and forth over her bud, fast as lightning.
“Gods!” she yells, gripping my hair in her fingers. I love making her lose control like this. It’s intoxicating. She pushes me against her wet cunt and I lap at her, eager to make up for being an ass.
Her juices are running down my chin now and I can’t get enough of the taste of her. Scraping my teeth gently against the bud, she shivers and whines high in her throat. The noises she makes are incredible. It’s music to my ears.
Doubling my efforts, I move one hand down to stuff two fingers into her messy cunt, curling them in a come-hither motion that has her arching her back up off the bedroll. “Guilri!” she calls out.
“Yes, that’s right,” I encourage. “Tell me who has you right now. Tell me who you belong to!”
Part of my brain is caught up in the thrill of it all, spouting nonsense bed-talk but part of me likes the idea of laying claim to Bridget. I want to examine that more but when she squeezes her thighs around my head, all thoughts but continuing to wring out the most pleasure from her fly right out of my head.
She’s trembling now, I feel her tensing up. Narrowing my attention to that one spot, I focus all my efforts on it, suckling at the bud with steady pressure while flicking my tongue against it and adding a third finger inside her.
She comes apart the second I brush over that spot deep inside her and floods my face with her juices.
“Yes!” she screams, thighs shaking and entire body quivering. I lick her clean as she rides out her orgasm and when she’s done, she shoves me down and yanks me free of my trousers, sitting on me and beginning to ride me like she’s punishing me.
And oh what a way to be punished, I think as her fingers grip my shoulder. She slides forward and back before lifting her hips and then slamming them back down on me. I can only hold onto her hips as she works herself on me, getting off using me for her own pleasure.
It’s so hot that I know I’m not going to last long. Especially not after she moves her face down and slams our mouths together, kissing me with a ferocity that takes my breath away.
She’s staring down at me, honey eyes ablaze with the intensity of her gaze. They look like molten gold in her face, burning me from the inside out.
“Come for me,” I growl, thrusting my hips upward. “Come for me, my little suru.”
She slams down over and over and her eyes roll back in her head as she comes a second time, inner walls tightening and massaging around me. It sends me over the edge and I find myself shooting hot seed deep inside her as we kiss, tongues tangling together in the most primitive of dances.
“Gods!” she cries out as I move my hand down, roughly rubbing over her bud to coax a third orgasm out of her. “Yes!” It’s not long before she goes limp atop me, drained of energy after such vigorous lovemaking.
I curl up next to her, pulling the woven blanket over our bodies and scooting us a little closer to the fire so we stay warm as we lay there.
“Guilri,” I blink and look up, seeing a woman standing before me, skin absolutely glowing. She’s easily the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen—apart from Bridget. She’s got full, rosy cheeks, full lips and thick lashes over silvery eyes. She’s short, almost as short as Bridget but her body is curvy and she’s got large breasts, hips and thighs. Her long, straight silver hair cascades over her shoulders and rests on ashen gray skin.
This is the Hearthkeeper. I’d know her anywhere.
She calls my name again and I realize I’m asleep and dreaming. I don’t remember falling asleep but she’s standing there and her silver eyes are glowing as she glares at me. She looks utterly livid, hands clenched into fists, shoulders squared, chest heaving as she breathes in and out, clearly holding back her rage.
“Why are you not following my orders, Guilri?” she demands. “I have been very clear about the fact that you need to return to your miou people immediately. You must stop toying with this human whore and set back for your people!”
“Hey!” I’m immediately on edge. “How dare you? Bridget is not a whore! And anyway I did follow your orders. But you lead me into a death trap!”
She wrinkles her nose and curls her lip. “You should have died then, if that is what your goddess wishes. It is far better to die honorably in battle than to forsake your goddess for a disgusting human!”
“Dying at the end of a fellow soldier’s sword isnothonorable!” I protest. “I’ve dedicated my entire life to you. I’ve faithfully served you every moment of every day. I’ve spent hours in prayer to you. I’ve forsaken anything but living for you! Why can’t I be in love with a human?”