A shocked scream forced its way out as she threw her head back, her arms quivered as she balanced on the edge of the counter. His tongue, so hot and hard, worked a long-drawn-out slide between her folds to her clit where he rolled his tongue, sucking lightly before drawing away. Here was the ruler of hell, on his knees, between her legs, when she couldn't even get her ex of two years to do this for her. And yet, the devil was going to town as though he couldn't get enough of tasting her cunt.
Amelia supposed she shouldn't be surprised the devil was good with his tongue. He ate her out like it was going out of fashion, pleasurable, but teasing, bringing her just to the edge of orgasm but stopping just before she could cum. And he would look at her with a smirk as she caught her breath before kissing her clit and going back to tongue fucking her. His tongue working in and out, and she swore it was longer than a tongue had any right to be.
"Oh no you don't," she said as he tried to pull away again.
She pressed her heels to his back, and grabbed his horns, pulling him forward. For the first time since their coupling began, he shuddered, a small gasp puffing out from pursed lips.
"Does this feel good?" she asked, tightening her grip.
Amelia moved her hands slowly up and then down the horns, twisting her wrists and creating a low friction as if she were double fisting two separate cocks. She almost felt the thrum beneath her hands as he paused in his ministrations of pleasuring her. A small groan left his mouth, the rush of air brushing over her tender cunt.
"Don't get cocky," he grumbled, his clawed fingers tightening on her thighs.
Her response was to tighten her grip, squeezing tight. A whole-body shudder passed through him. Peering up, he raised a single eyebrow, his yellow eyes piercing her with a steady gaze. He trailed his fingers up and over her thighs, to her stomach, and then to slide the back of his claws between her folds, paused to press the curved back of his nails to her wet, soft, cunt.
"Woah there," Amelia said, pushing him back by those same horns she'd pulled him in with a moment before. "You're not putting those things in me."
His eyes flicked up, tongue still pressed hot and hard to her clit. Slowly he raised his hand, turning to show her his clawless hands. His fingernails were still black and thick, but no longer were they long and sharp. He curled his thumb around his ring and pinky finger, leaving two fingers upright, teasing, almost questioning.
Amelia nodded and pulled him forward again. He rewarded her with another long hot press of his tongue. He sucked on her clit again, and as she leaned back with a soft sigh, he breached her with his fingers. Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers moved within her, slowly, carefully, the pace agonising no matter how hard she pulled at his horns. Amelia locked her ankles behind his back, ran her thumbs along the ridges of his horns and finally, with a curl of his fingers, and a swirl of his tongue, she came.
Her orgasm rocked through her, her chest seizing as her entire world focused on the euphoria emanating from between her legs. Her thighs shuddered, squeezing the devil tight, keeping him in place as he continued to work her through her orgasm. Until it became too much, and she had to push him away.
"Oh my god," she sighed, flopping back on the counter.
Her whole body trembled from the force of it all, a pleasant ache between her legs that throbbed with delight.
"Let's keep him out of this shall we?"
Amelia lifted her head just enough to see the devil peering from between her legs. That wicked smile was back, and as he stood, his eyes never left hers. His shirt stood open, and for the first time she could properly see the muscle definition she had only felt before. The devil could lift it seemed.
"You look pleased with yourself," she muttered, letting her head flop back. Her heart still racing. It fluttered and throbbed along with her cunt.
"I am," he said, taking hold of her wrists.
He pulled her upright and set her on the edge of the counter once more. Her stomach quivered as he slowly peeled off his clothing. Amelia's hands were on his belt buckle within seconds. Snapping the belt free, she tossed it the way of the silk tie from earlier. She paused at the zip, instead cupping her hand to feel the whole bulge. Like the rest of him, it was hot to the touch, the heat of it clear despite the layer of clothing. Her hand froze, her fingers spreading out more.
It felt normal enough. No barbs then.
"It won't bite," he said, pressing his hand over hers.
"But it can?"
He chuckled, took hold of her hands and slid them beneath the fabric. It was hot to the touch, her fingers tingling at the heat, but it felt normal enough. She traced her fingers down his length where it strained against the crotch of his pants. Gripping it lightly, she pulled the zipper down and freed the devil's cock.
It was... shockingly normal, yet unnervingly perfect. The length, the girth, the slight upward curve that Amelia knew would hit all the right spots. As she slowly ran her hand up the shaft, feeling the thick vein beneath the tips of her fingers, she couldn't help but feel as though it was made just for her.
Pulling back his foreskin revealed a perfect head, flushed so deeply and thick with blood it was almost black. Amelia ran her thumb across the head, pre-cum smearing over the smooth rounded tip. Her heart quickened once again, her mouth filling with saliva as she brought her thumb to her lips to lick a pearl of pre-cum from the pad of her thumb.
