Текст книги "Prince of Demons"

Автор книги: Nora Ash

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Kesh ghosted his bottom lip over the tip of her clit, gentler than he’d ever touched a woman there before. She still jumped at the contact, but he didn’t stop this time. Slowly, he moved his mouth against her tender spot, breathing in her blissful scent and ghosting his warm breath over her riled nerve endings before finding it with his tongue.

“Shi-it!” Her squeal was quickly accompanied by slim fingers weaving through his hair and then yanking on the strands with surprising force.

He didn’t let her pull him off, but obliged her enough to shift his attention to the pink flesh around and below, lapping at her folds until her grip eased. Then he returned his focus to her clit, licking it twice before he took mercy on her once again to rub his nose at her labia.

Her scent grew stronger, and when he flicked his tongue down to that hallowed entrance to taste her again, her intoxicating essence flowed over his tastebuds much more freely than before.

Fuck, why did she taste like this?

Need crackled through his veins like lightning, blinding him. When he returned to her clit, it was with far more ferociousness.

“Shit! Shit! Shit!” Her high-pitched chanting sounded like it came through water, and the burn in the roots of his hair only fueled his urge for more. He lashed her little nub until she begged him to stop, please stop, then closed his lips around it and sucked it while she sobbed and writhed and squeezed her thighs around his neck. But her frantic bucking was rhythmic and her scent bloomed all around him, speaking another truth entirely.

When her pleas for mercy faded to throaty moans, he released her no-longer straining thighs and reached for his cock to alleviate some of the throbbing pressure. The squeeze of muscles around his aching length made him groan.

“Don’t stop!” There was nothing meek about the Breeder’s shriek, and he let out a surprised snort—which was quickly cut off when Georgia wound her legs around his neck and grabbed onto his horns with more strength than she should reasonably have had left, yanking his face back into her pussy. “Fuck, come on, come on! I’m so close!”

Any amusement he had at the sudden change in her demeanor died in the roaring fire scorching his veins and incinerating any coherent thought. Snarling like a beast, he closed his mouth on her clit and sucked it in hard, deep pulls.

“Yes! Holy shit, yes!” The Breeder’s cries sang through his burning blood as she ground herself against his face, clutching at his horns for dear life until finally⁠—

“Yes!”

Kesh felt her release like a thunderclap shattering through his bones and deep into his pelvis. Wetness gushed from her entrance, but he kept sucking her clit until her fingers slackened around his horns and her moans turned to whimpers of overstimulation. Only then did he move his mouth to her trembling opening to drink her.

He didn’t need to suck her there—her energy came willingly, flowing smoothly over his tongue, mixed with the tangy flavor of her pleasure.

Stars, she tasted so fucking good. Rich. Strong.

Entirely addictive.

He drank deep, lost to the rush of her energy filling him from within until he could barely contain it. Yet still, he drank, groaning with greed and eternally desperate for more. For everything she had to give.

Too soon, the rhythmic pulse of her life force slowed.

Kesh moaned a protest, somehow managing to rein in the last vestiges of his willpower until he found the strength to pull away.

His entire being thrummed with power, and he had to brace against the edge of the bed for a few moments until his head stopped spinning from the overload. Blackened stars, how could one single pussy give so much?

He looked up at the Breeder and found her still sprawled on the bed. Entirely motionless.

For a second, sick fear clawed at his esophagus, but it eased when her chest rose with a slow breath. He’d stopped in time.

He pushed to his feet to put distance between himself and the girl, but found it impossible to pull his gaze from her. His hunger had been sated, but every cell in his body still throbbed with need.

She lay on his bed, unconscious and entirely vulnerable, and the sight of her made his cock ache.

If she’d been a regular woman, he would have given in.

It had been a long time since he allowed himself to fuck a human female. The dark magic emanating from every cell in his body was impossible to contain while he penetrated a tight little cunt. Demon or not, it was extraordinarily unappealing to climax into a gory pile of blood and ashes, and that was all that would be left of any woman who suffered a lord’s penetration.

But right now? The need for her was so painful, every cell in his body screamed for him to give in. To sate himself deep inside of her, consequences be damned.

Kesh stared at the glistening cunt splayed open between the little Breeder’s still-spread thighs, knowing that if it hadn’t been his most sacred duty to ensure her survival, she would have died in his bed tonight.

It wasn’t often he envied his brother the woman who’d birthed him his son.

Only the rarest few humans could withstand a lord’s magic, and his brother, King Kain, had risked everything for his mate. Truth be told, the little bitch was a mouthy, conniving nightmare that really needed to be kept in her place—but at least Kain got to fuck her as much as he pleased. And right then, for the very first time, Kesh was beginning to understand how that might be worth the many, many sacrifices his brother had made for her.

Georgia didn’t move as he pulled out his aching cock and climbed onto the bed to lie atop her. He pushed himself up on one elbow, ensuring he didn’t crush her, and brought his free hand to his thick cock. Growling at the touch, he squeezed it tight and lowered his hips, pressing the bloated head of his meat to her still-softened entrance.

Zings of rapture made him arc into her, but the small mouth of her sex ensured he didn’t push inside. Instead, he pulled his hips back through his own grip, thrusting forward with a hard jerk that had his head pressed against her pink entrance once more. Again and again he fucked his own hand, growling with pleasure every time she kissed his crown.

It took only moments, and then he was there.

Kesh snarled his release out, clutching at her breast and his own dick as he spurted his semen against her pussy, smearing the pearly strands up and down between her lips until he had nothing left to give.

Only then did he find the will to pull away, panting harshly as he stared at the still passed-out Breeder.

So vulnerable, and yet…

And yet, the clenching in his gut as he took in her sleeping form and his semen clinging to her skin reminded him all too brutally that this little thing had the power to bring even the most powerful of his kind to their knees.

12

Georgia

It took Georgia a moment to remember where she was, once the dark nothingness of dreamless sleep finally released its hold on her.

Her tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth as she stared blearily up at rose-gold streaks of sunlight playing across the white-painted ceiling. Sunset.

Had she slept the whole day?

Georgia sucked in a breath when the memory of last night fought its way through the brain fog and arrived at the forefront of her mind with a sharp snap.

The demons.

Larry!

She scrambled upright, the jelly-like state of her muscles nearly sending her sprawling before she managed to force them into compliance.

Larry was… Larry was going to be okay.

Something akin to relief washed through her body, even as the memory of how, exactly, her brother had been healed nestled into the pit of her gut.

The demon prince had saved his life, and in return…

Georgia breathed deeply, fighting back the rising panic threatening to take her over. It could have been a lot worse. She could have woken tied up in that awful brothel.

The prince had only…

She flushed hotly at the exact memory of how the Prince of Demons had gone about extracting her energy. She had a vague memory of grabbing onto his horns and riding his face like some sex-crazed porn star.

It had to have been the compilation of stress and horror. But unlike what Jimmy the pimp had planned for her, the prince had taken what he needed without violating her.

Well… almost.

Grimacing, Georgia poked at the unmistakable white residue crusting all over her nether parts and inner thighs. She didn’t remember him jerking off on her, but clearly, he had.

She supposed it was fair enough, considering the mind-blowing orgasm he’d given her. Christ.

Thankfully, he was nowhere to be seen. The bedroom was entirely free from any reminders of her savior-slash-captor, save for a pitcher of water on the nightstand, still be cool when she greedily swallowed down a full glass. As if someone had refilled it every so often in anticipation of her waking.

Georgia pushed down a shudder at the thought of the demon watching her as she slept, crawled to the side of the bed and staggered to the floor. She nearly lost her balance when her legs were forced to carry her weight, and she quickly bent to support herself on the bed.

Damn. So this was what it felt like to have a demon suck your energy.

The word ‘suck’ flashed through her brain, and flames heated her cheeks again. She’d been so scared and horrified after watching him crack that poor guy’s skull like an egg. And yet, when he’d pressed his lips to her nether region, all her terror and trauma from the past eighteen or so hours had simply… melted away.

And then he’d made her come so hard she’d fainted.

Too bad he was a murdering creature of nightmare, or this whole companion business might have had its silver linings.

“You’re losing it, Georgie,” she muttered, grimacing as she finally forced her body fully upright. Nothing hurt, per se, but she had no strength left in her muscles—as if someone had sucked it right out of her.

There was that word again. Suck.

Choosing to focus on more urgent matters, she forced her mind from the prince and his, ah, dinner preferences, and looked around for a bathroom.

Apart from massive bi-fold doors leading out to what looked like a full-length balcony running the length of the bedroom and beyond, three closed doors led from the room.

The first she recognized from when the prince had brought her into the room that morning. The second proved to be a sparsely filled closet, but the third opened up to reveal an entirely utilitarian bathroom clad in gray concrete and glass.

It wasn’t that she’d had a lot of time to ponder what kind of luxuries a demon prince might indulge in, but so far, this one seemed remarkably ascetic in his tastes.

She supposed she should just be grateful there was a toilet available at all. If he didn’t eat human food, then what did he even need one for? For whatever human women he dragged home to… not-rape?

Georgia finished up and cast another look around the sparse room. A glass screen shielded the massive walk-in shower, and on the counter by the sink lay two incredibly soft-looking white towels.

He’d smeared her with cum. Surely he wouldn’t mind her grabbing a shower?

Before she could think too hard on what the monstrous demon might do if he did, in fact, mind her using his shower, she stepped around the glass screen and turned the tap.

The spray of warm water against her skin was bliss.

Georgia let out an involuntary hum of pleasure, but quickly had to lock her knees when the soothing heat made her already jellied muscles give up their last remaining ability to function.

“Shit.” She leaned heavily against the gray wall and tried to cling on with her fingers, but it did little to slow the inevitable. Her feet skidded out from underneath her, and she hit the wet floor with an undignified grunt.

“Ow.” It came out as a pitiful whimper. Georgia blinked up at the spray, still pelting her with warm water, but she didn’t manage to ponder how she was going to get upright again before the door exploded inward with a dull boom, and fractured wood smacked against the glass and clattered to the floor.

“Breeder!” A giant monster stood in the splintered opening, his sudden appearance making Georgia squeak before her brain managed to remind her that this was the demon who’d saved her brother.

The prince’s dark gaze landed on her, eyes widening before he leapt into the shower with a curse.

“Are you hurt? What happened?” he demanded as he crouched down above her, shielding her from most of the spray with his wide torso.

“I f-fell,” she croaked, the startling outline of his curved horns doing little to calm her frantic heartrate.

One large, clawed hand cupped the back of her head, pillowing her against the hard floor. “Where does it hurt?”

Georgia blinked. The concern coloring his deep voice was such a startling contrast to his monstrous appearance, it took her a moment to respond. “It… doesn’t, really. I just banged my hip a bit.”

He let out a low rumble, and then slid his other hand down her wet skin to her hip. The squeeze of his fingers on her flesh was gentle and didn’t aggravate the small hurt from her fall—but it did make her very aware that she was entirely naked and sprawled out underneath a giant demon who insisted on calling her Breeder. Goosebumps broke out across her body, peaking her nipples in the process, as her brain flashed another reminder of the morning’s depravities.

“Uh… I’m okay.”

The prince exhaled deeply, eyes roaming over her body as if to confirm her claim. When his gaze lingered at the apex of her thighs, she crossed her legs on instinct, hands flying down to cover herself.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” the demon growled, disgust lacing his voice. Without waiting for a response, he scooped her into his arms and stood, hitting the knob for the shower with an elbow to turn it off.

Georgia blinked up at him, almost as startled that the giant monster cradled her so gently as she was at the uninvited closeness while she was butt naked. “I don’t need you to carry me. Please, I just want to finish my shower.”

“You need to feed,” he rumbled. “You’ve been out for a day and a half—that’s much too long for a human to go without nourishment.”

“A day and a half?” She’d never slept that long before.

“I took too much of your energy.” His voice pitched lower, and if she hadn’t known better, she’d have thought he sounded almost… embarrassed. The idea of an embarrassed demon nearly made her snort out loud, but before she could, the prince stalked out of the shower cubicle and placed her on her feet by the sink, and she was swiftly distracted by having to stay upright.

“Can you stand?” A frown drew down his eye-ridges.

“I’m fine.” ‘Fine’ was definitely a stretch, but she wasn’t about to admit that out loud and risk getting picked up like a kitten again. Not before she could wrap a towel around herself, at least.

The prince looked less than convinced, but much to her relief, he took a step back toward the door.

“I will be back with clothes,” he said, somehow managing to make it sound like a threat.

She had just managed to secure a towel around herself when he returned with a handful of flowing, plum-colored fabric clutched in one hand.

“You’re still wet.” He looked her up and down, the displeasure in his voice painted on his harrowing features, too. “Dry yourself, before you get sick.”

Georgia opened and closed her mouth once. Judging from how he’d tried to force-feed her, and apparently thought she’d catch a cold from a shower, the demon prince didn’t know much about humans and their needs. However, as disturbing as it had been to wake up smeared in demon seed, she much, much preferred it to the alternative. If he’d refrained from penetrating her because he thought her so fragile she might get sick from a bit of water, well… She wasn’t about to argue.

“Okay.” She grabbed another fluffy towel and bent to wrap it around her hair. Only the motion made the world tilt and her vision to turn white.

“Shit.” Strong arms hoisted her back upright, and when her sight returned, the prince was hovering above her, his hands still bracing her shoulders.

“Oops.” She grimaced at the lingering lightheadedness. Seemed he wasn’t entirely wrong about how frail she was, at least not at the minute.

His monstrous features locked in a deep frown, and the worry on them was intense enough to show through his scary appearance. Without a word, he snatched the towel from her and began drying her hair.

Every stroke of fabric through her wet strands was gentle, like a caress. When he reached her face, he dabbed the towel against her cheeks and forehead carefully, and drew it down the back of her neck to dry behind her ears.

Georgia blinked at his care. He was treating her like she was made from spun glass. This nearly eight-foot monster, who’d murdered a man in front of her with no remorse, was being gentler with her than anyone before him.

He sank to a knee in front of her to dry her shoulders, collarbones, arms. Warm fingers wrapped around her wrist and brushed over her palm, setting her skin alight with a weird, tingling sensation before he methodically dried each of her individual fingers, then reached for her other hand. The black-red scales covering his large fingers were surprisingly soft, though the visual contrast between them and her smooth, pale skin was startling.

“Do you have kids?” She blurted the question before she could stop herself, because an insane image of the giant brute packing lunches and singing lullabies flashed through her hazy brain. Possibly because his gentleness reminded her of how her mother had cared for Larry, before Mike left.

The demon paused with her hand in his. Even through the towel, his body heat warmed her skin. “No.” He flashed her a look she couldn’t decipher—probably stunned disbelief she would ask him that. “Do you?”

“No. Just my brother.”

He exhaled a soft breath, but only returned his focus to drying her off.

Georgia frowned as she stared at his horned head. “Would it have mattered? If I did?”

“You mean, would I have let you go?” His tone was oddly flat, but she was quickly distracted from the oddity of that when he brushed the towel back up to her breasts. Her nipples tightened at the first touch of the fabric, and she drew in a sharp breath when he cupped them to dry underneath. Images from their time in his bed flashed uninvited through her mind—of his head between her legs and the feeling of his horns in her hands.

“Your life before you came to me doesn’t matter. No, Breeder, a human child would not circumvent your fate. Nothing will.” He released her breasts and swiped the towel lower, drying her sides and stomach without so much as glancing up at her.

She knew those words should be chilling—and they were. He was a merciless killer, a monster of nightmares, and while he hadn’t spelled out what he wanted with her, there wasn’t a lot of subtlety in the way he kept calling her ‘Breeder’. She would need to figure out how to escape his clutches once she had enough strength to do so—and preferably before he got over the apparent belief that she was too fragile for the necessary activities needed to implant his hell-spawn.

However, with her head already swimming and his warm hands reminding her of how much pleasure this particular monstrous nightmare could inflict, it was hard to keep a firm grasp on anything but the way her skin heated the further south that towel traveled.

There’s something seriously wrong with you, Georgina.

But he was so gentle, and she was so... So incredibly tired of being scared all the time. She’d spent her life fearing the demons and what they might do if she fell into their claws. And now she had, and it had nearly ended up worse than she had ever imagined, even in the darkest of moments. The Prince of Demons was the most terrifying creature she’d ever seen, but right now, when she allowed the dizziness to swallow her fears for just a few seconds…

He reached the apex of her thighs and, pausing only for a fraction of a second, rubbed the towel through her pubic hair.

Georgia exhaled sharply as every nerve ending below her navel came alive.

The demon grunted at the sound, and she had the wild thought that he, too, was remembering how he’d sucked her energy.

When his nostrils flared and a shudder went through his powerful body, her heart slammed into overdrive. Every lewd image of his feeding rushed through her brain, and instead of filling her with horror, it sent a rush of blood to her pelvis. Her clit throbbed with her rapid pulse, the metal confines around the sensitive nub making her feel every drum of it deep into her bones.

For a long, agonizing moment, neither of them moved.

The prince inhaled again, deeper, and a soft sound she wasn’t sure he even realized he was making rumbled out of his chest. And then the towel was on her mound again, the pressure firmer this time, and right against her clit.

“Ooh.” She was only half aware of the moan escaping her, all her focus snapping to the sensation of touch at the center of her being. She didn’t realize she’d spread her thighs for him until the pressure shifted and the soft towel rubbed deep through her cleft, all the way to her entrance.

And again. He swept back, applying pressure to her clit and tugging gently at the metal ring there until her toes curled, then rubbed through her spread labia to her opening, pushing against it for just a moment before he repeated the whole thing over again. And again.

Fuck, why did it feel so good? Her exhausted muscles did their best to rally as the promise of release tightened low in her abdomen with every pass of that wicked towel. She needed this, God, she needed it. Just a bit more pressure, just—just a bit more.

Mindlessly, she pressed back against the prince’s hand, too desperate for the pleasure he was rubbing into her throbbing clit to pay her shaking legs any mind. A mistake she only realized when her jellied thigh muscles decided enough was enough and gave out.

Georgia yelped and flailed for purchase, fingers grabbing onto the prince’s horns at the same moment as strong hands tightened on her hamstrings, keeping her from falling on her ass.

“Crap.” It was a low mutter, and when she glanced down, dark frustration was painted over the demon’s harrowing features. He eased her weight back onto her feet and released his grip on her, moving away. Clearly intending to stop the depravities before they went any further.

She didn’t pause to think. Growling with the need to fucking come, she yanked him back by the horns and forced his mouth to her clit.