Chapter 3 - Eating Out

Talia

I'm questioning my sanity. Sleeping beside this demon would be weird, yet I see no other option unless I wish to freeze to death. I also get the strange sense he won't try anything against my will.

His eyes are glowing, lit from within. It's a bit eerie, yet his expression isn't cruel or wicked. He watches me with a look of concern, not the skin-crawling interest of someone wishing to have sex with me.

That makes me breathe a sigh of relief. The demon's chest is bare, and I wonder what touching him will be like. He doesn't seem bothered by the cold, and I slide under the fur he is holding up.

The heat coming off his skin heats mine immediately, and a strange song starts in my chest. My heart is pounding faster and faster, drawing me closer to the demon.

It's bizarre, but I have the strangest urge to touch him, so I do. I place my hesitant hand on his abs and flame up. Fuck. What am I doing?

He is a demon, and here I am, copping a feel. I want to withdraw my hand, but my demon friend is purring and places his giant hand over mine, keeping my palm locked underneath his.

And I must have gone mad because when he looks at me with those glowing eyes, I find him... Cute.

Good grief, this demon reminds me of the male version of Nala when she wanted to get some one-on-one action from Simba. The worst part is that it's getting to me too.

I feel... Strange. Aroused. It's weird because all my demon friend is doing is holding my hand.

I groan in equal parts misery and frustration. "I can't believe I'm horny... How is that possible? I'm a virgin!"

"Vaahgeen?"

Uh.

I look at the demon in surprise. He just tried to mimic my language, but it came out weird. And could he stop with the bedroom eyes?! I fight the urge to kiss his mouth, climb him like a freaking tree, and touch him all over those ridiculous muscles.

What the heck is going on with me?!

The purring from the demon grows louder, and he chuckles. Suddenly he speaks again, this time in his language. "I can smell your need, mate. Your soul is singing to me."

I have no idea what he said, but heat pills between my legs while my pulse thrum against my neck. My body acts as if the demon has said the naughtiest thing.

I look up at him, and his magnetic eyes glow with a mixture of desire and amusement.

"I will take care of you," he murmurs in gibberish. "Your pleasure is much more important than mine."

Huh?

What did he say?

I ponder on that and watch him.

Carefully, he shifts around and presses me down, so I'm lying underneath him. He could crush me but keeps himself up on his elbows while peering down into my face.

A smirk touches his lips, and then he dives down. His sharp claws have retracted, and his hands lock onto my hips, which seem fragile because he is so large.

It also turns me on.

Fuck, did I just admit that? Shit. I'm not sure what I should be doing. Bolt or away or not? Not that I want to run. I'm too curious about what my demon friend is doing.

I stay in place, breathing hard.

With a bit of work, the demon pulls down my pajama pants. Under normal circumstances, I would swat away anyone who did that, but the truth is that my body wants this.

I'm aroused.

So damn wet.

And I feel wicked.

I have no idea what he wants, but I want to be touched. I might die if he doesn't tend to my needs. Shit. What am I thinking? He isn't human. I shouldn't want this!

Yet, I moan softly when his head dips and the demon licks me like there is no tomorrow. Slow, tantalizing strokes. Good lord, how does he already know my sensitive spots?

I want to crawl out of my skin.

There are slight bumps on his tongue, and it feels longer and wetter than one belonging to a human. It glides through my folds, and a gasp gets stuck in my throat because it feels so good.

Lick.

Suck.

Long stroke.

Oh my god.

My demon friend murmurs above my pussy, and my hand reaches out on its own, pressing him back between my legs. He chuckles and seems to find me bossing him around amusing. I tap him again, and he obediently continues to eat me out like a champ.

He sucks hard and licks me with his incredibly wet tongue. It feels insanely great, and I thrust against him.

This won't take long at all.

The visual is also strangely sexy. The demon's hands holding my thighs are enormous, and his fingers are massaging me while he dips his tongue into my wet pussy. He has horns and wings, even a tail, yet I find him incredibly alluring.

As I watch his wings, he drags his tongue over my swollen clit, and a row of pleasure bolts at me.

Sensitive.

Too damn sensitive!

My sense of logic returns, and I push at his head. "No, wait... Stop... This isn't normal. This is—"

Oh my god. Did I mention he is really, really good at licking? A moan slices up my throat when he holds me perfectly still. He is too damn strong to budge, and—

The demon stops. He lifts his head to look at me with fascination, and humiliation burns.

"Yes, I moaned. So what?!" I growl at him. "Do you have a problem with that?!"

My demon friend smirks and says something that makes my cheeks burn because without understanding him, I know it must have been something like, "I want to make you sound like that again."

It angers me, but I forget my irritation once he gets back to licking me with that slightly knobbed tongue. It's so wet and amazing, reaching that perfect spot that got me pressing myself against his head.

I'm so aroused. 

So damn hot.

Burning up.

Before I know it, I grab his horns for my dear life. I shouldn't enjoy this. Every survival instinct tells me to get out of here. The man who is eating me out is a demon, but I don't make a single move to escape.

Instead, I buck against his face and spread my legs wider as he buries his entire face and nose between my legs. He isn't afraid to get my juices all over his face, and there are actual sounds when he licks me, again and again.

My eyes roll into the back of my head.

So.

Damn.

Good.

The demon licks me with more determination, and his tongue plays with my clit. Faster and faster with those nubs. And I can't help myself from letting out an undignified squeal.

My clit is my most sensitive part. I use those small little pleasure eggs whenever I want to have an orgasm, but this demon's tongue is so much better than any sex toy. It vibrates slightly, and my whole pussy is drenched. But that doesn't matter; the demon happily slurps up my juices as if he loves the taste.

Why I find that sexy, I don't know. All I'm focused on is the pleasure spreading underneath my skin. Shivers race up my spine, and my toes curl while the demon touches me.

His hand rests on my thigh, thumb at my entrance, while he continues to stroke my clit very carefully. He is teasing me, controlling my body's reaction to prolong the climb for an orgasm, making me work for it.

It's driving me insane. Every touch of his fingers and tongue makes me want to moan and writhe. This is torture. I'm close to crying before I feel his entire mouth on my clit, sucking it gently while his tongue vibrates.

I can't take it anymore!

"I'm going to… I'm going to…" I can't even finish my sentence. I buck my hips against his mouth and cry out in pure bliss.

But the demon doesn't stop there.

He continues to lick and suck at my clit until my thighs are spent. The demon acts like my juices are the most delicious candy, and my orgasm rolls in like violent thunder.

Damn demon.

How can you make me feel so good?!

His tongue moves against my clit, vibrating fast, and my entire body quakes again and again. The orgasm is intense, with layers of pleasure that wash over me until my whole body locks and turns tense.

"Ahhh..."

My back is arched for a moment before I collapse, exhausted. My eyes are locked on the ceiling as I'm panting.

"I can't believe I just did that... Let a demon bring me to... An orgasm... How do I explain this to my friends?"

I'm confident the dream will end here now that I'm satisfied because what else could this be?

I wait, and I wait, but nothing happens. I stay on the furs, and my big demon friend peers down at me. Such a fearsome man. There is no mistaking the pride in his eyes. He is beyond pleased he made me come and is now smirking at me.

I roll my eyes. "Yeah, yeah, Lucifer, you did a good job..."

To my surprise, the demon reacts to my sarcasm. He shakes his head at me as if not agreeing. It makes me lift an eyebrow at him, especially when he places a large hand on his broad chest.

"Luci-fay... No..." the demon dude frowns at me, tapping his chest again as if telling me to listen to him. "Tha-iiil."

What?

I blink at him. Is that him trying to tell me his name?

"Thail?" I ask and point at him. "Your name?"

He smiles, pointing at himself. "Tha-iiil."

I smile back, a little less scared of him. He just pleased me and has taken me home—my demon is a sex addict, not a murderer.

I tap my own chest. "Talia."

His sharp front teeth show in his smile, but I don't shrink back from my new friend this time. I understand that he is happy.

He has an excited look on his face when he murmurs, "Talia," and lies down beside me.

I look him over, hesitating only for a brief moment before I decide to slide an arm over his chest. He looks at me curiously, and my cheeks burn a little before I climb up on him.

Thail does nothing in return, and I'm relieved when he allows me to lay down on his chest. It's cold outside, and I'm definitely only doing this because I don't want to freeze. There is no other reason. None.

A yawn leaves my lips, and I stretch out before I close my eyes. Thail places a giant paw on my back, and I try to ignore his massive erection that slaps at my leg.

Surely when I wake up, he will be gone, and I will find myself back inside my room at home. 

This has to be a dream.