pleasure shooting
through her.
Bliss blinded her as he moved over her, slid down the length
of her body and his knees parted hers.
His huge, hard shaft brushed over her belly then moved
lower. The broad head of it slid over her clit and her pussy clenched in
anticipation of being filled but he continued down the length of her body.
Trailing searing kisses over the curves of her breasts, he
nipped lightly at them and beneath them before his mouth moved down her belly,
leaving a trail of fire in its wake as his tail slipped out of her. His forked
tongue fluttered inside her navel to make her quiver and moan as pleasure shot
to her core and then over the sensitive skin of her hip to make her groan.
Steeped in pleasure, she drowned in it.
He paused to look at her, waited with his mouth just above
her clit and she knew he wanted her to watch what he did to her, to watch as he
pleasured her. She looked down at him between her thighs, one clawed hand on
each to part them, massage them, the ebony claws so dark against her skin, his
deep-red skin a brilliant contrast against her own.
As she watched, he lowered his mouth to her. His forked
tongue flicked over that delicate nub, danced over it as his beautiful,
brilliant eyes glowed.
Gabriel quivered at the evanescent touch on her swollen,
sensitized clit and her pussy spasmed.
Her mind went blank as the promise of ecstasy burned through
it in a rush.
Her body arched as Gabriel unconsciously offered herself to
him.
Keeping his gaze fixed on hers, Asmodeus deliberately
flicked his tongue over the ripe, tender bud between her thighs and watched,
smiling, as her body quivered with pleasure.
Sliding his hands beneath the full roundness of her bottom,
he lifted her hips to present her pussy to his mouth like a chalice, like the
sacred offering that it was to his kind, and accepted the offering she made of
herself.
He rubbed her clit lightly with his thumb and felt her body
tighten. His tongue speared deep inside her and he closed his eyes in pleasure
as he savored her.
The taste of her was rich, like fine cream, so sweet and
delicious. He lapped at her languorously, drank her deeply as he drew it from
her.
Her body tightened inch by slow inch with each slide of his
tongue over her, in her, and then she erupted.
Every muscle in her body went taut. Her pleasure burst into
his mouth and Asmodeus drank her in gratefully as her essence poured from her,
as the brilliance of her, the rich effervescent glory of her flooded through
him to set every part of his body alight. Now he could feed, and did, suckling
hard to draw that essence from her as her pleasure filled her and him. So rich.
She was like no woman he had ever tasted. He feasted on her,
devoured her. Even as one hunger within him was appeased though, another grew
ever stronger.
His cock ached for her.
Spirit to spirit, he called to her, his fated mate.
He knew now what she was to him. Would be, if the fates were kind, if she could
accept him.
Some part of her, he knew, recognized him for who he was to
her. Some part of her knew him as well as he knew her, however much her modern
spirit might wonder, might doubt and question.
In those long-ago times when his kind had freely roamed this
plane of existence, the lives of humans had been far too short for such
hesitation. There were no tales of uncertain lovers then for they had given of
themselves passionately, freely, knowing the value of each short moment of life
and so they wasted none of it.
She would too, in time.
Look at me , he commanded.
Eyes—a pale ethereal blue—like the skies of this plane of
existence, his ancient ancestral home, fluttered open. They focused briefly on
him. It was all Asmodeus needed—that one moment of recognition.
Gabriel looked up into his beautiful face as he rose above
her, as he settled his hips into the cradle of hers. She felt his heavy cock
brush against her folds, settle there. His ruby eyes glowed brilliantly.
In all