As they stared at each other, she slowly lowered his zipper, the sound so loud in the silent chamber. Against his will, his hips rolled with his need.
"You felt how wet I was," she whispered, giving him another lick. He could feel her breaths hot on his skin, traveling lower. "Wouldn't you want to sink this into me?"
Just as she was baring his cock, he bucked his hips. "Release me!"
Scenes of things he wanted to do to her flashed in his mind. Pin her to the ground and shove into her. Pumping his seed into her pale body again and again. Till she begs me for mercy. More fantasies, more rage tangled in his mind.
Her eyes widened at his shifting visage, at the demonic changes he could feel. She finally drew back.
He twisted around, driving his horns into the chains over his head, gouging his arms in the process.
"Calm, demon," she murmured, her mesmerizing voice washing over him. But he fought her pull-
She took his cock in her firm grasp; he jerked in surprise. He'd been getting himself off for so long, the softness of her hands stunned him.
She began working him steadily, and thrashing his body only made his cock shove in and out of her fist.
Fighting, twisting, hating her, even as she continued stroking him. Blood poured from new wounds at his wrists and ankles-
Like a lightning bolt, a shock of pleasure shot through him, unfamiliar pleasure. Dazed, he lowered his
eyes.
Moisture had beaded on the swollen crown, and she'd blown on it, cooling the hot pre-semen that had collected there.
When his shaft pulsed in her hand, seeming to strain toward her parted lips, she stared with eyes shimmer-ing once more. She was excited, her breaths panting, reminding him again of how aroused she'd been before, how she'd wet his fingers. "I can see it throbbing,
demon."
He believed her-he had never felt this kind of aching pressure in his entire life.