Chained to the Devil’s Daughter (Mating the Elements #1)

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Ash’ren

"Y ou're here. You’re really here,” Firefly chanted while her sweet cunt welcomed me home.

One stroke. Two. Three. Four—fou-four.

Another deep thrust. Her body clamped down, driving me within an inch of whatever sanity remained. I wrested myself from oblivion enough to fill my hands with the new curves of her sides and rutted for all I was worth.

“Ash, your fire—” her voice was stolen by a deep groan.

Velvety heat consumed me, pleasure filling my marrow as though it’d always belonged there. Through the haze, I grappled with my magic to regulate its temperature. A hand secured itself in my unruly hair, hauling me from her neck.

The seam of her lips was cool and dripping. When she opened to my frantic tongue, a piece of ice slid inside my mouth. She tasted like fine wine. Her fingers a chill on my cheek, her tongue a cool comfort, I regained a morsel of composure and leaned my forehead against hers.

Looking around the room, I counted to calm down. Eight walls. One sturdy volcanic sequoia table. Zero windows. Two doors. One sweet human commanding all my senses.

I was so close to finishing. It was honestly shocking I hadn’t detonated the moment she hugged me.

“Come with me, my love,” I breathed against her lips. She nodded, and I swept a hand under her silken skirt and drew circles around her pearl with a pressure I hoped was in the medium range.

“Ash!”

If the melodic sounds of her ecstasy didn’t end me, the spasms of her inner walls would, but I would die a happy death with her little cunt attempting to milk me. My release flooded through me with enough force to turn me inside out. I fucked her through every moment of our orgasm. My balls tightened and my knot inflated to near pain from its seat at the base of her entrance. There was no way it would fit inside her now, not without more preparation. I strained to force out as much cum as I could, emptying all that was possible into her willing body.

“Oof, Firefly, that’s dangerous ground,” I said through clenched teeth as her deft hand found my knot, her cunt still spasming with post-orgasm flutters. She stroked my knot, using a little bit of pressure, coaxing as much seed from me as it would allow through. My sweet, generous lover. Her little hand stroked and petted sweetly, the other dropping to squeeze my balls.

“You’re perfect, Ash,” she whispered. “I’ve been so empty, Ash. Fill me. Please.”

“Ahhhh,” I moaned, the ache in my knot and my balls easing ever so slightly as she coaxed more from me. Such a filthy mouth she had, for being made of pure sunshine. “More?”

“More,” she pleaded. “I want to drip with the proof that you’ve come home to me. Ease your burden into me, for I want it so flaming badly.”

“It’s yours,” I rasped. Rendered frozen by the force of my prolonged orgasm and muscle fatigue, Firefly rolled her hips repeatedly over the table, her hands working me as she rocked on my cock.

“I will breed you, Firefly. You’ll drip with my cum for weeks. Nine fucking years' worth of cum, darling, do you know how many pups that will whelp?”

“I want every drop.”

“Then it’s yours.”

I forced myself to breathe. The steady stream slowed, though not from lack of seed. I pinched it off with a shudder, the ache in my knot dulled, not gone.

Her arms tightened around my neck, and I gathered her to my chest. Her fragrance was sweeter than a vineyard, calming like rosewater. I rubbed the muscles of her back, roaming the soft curves of her body, tangible at last.

“I’ve missed you.” Her tears were cold against my blazing skin, her voice muffled by my neck.

“There are no words.” I rested my forehead against hers and swam in her glistening cyan pools, kissing a stray tear. “Ice, huh? Clever.”

“Did you like that?” she sniffled.

“A good trick indeed, though I’d rather not know where you learned it.”

“The Scorched Bush.”

“The brothel?”

“Mm-hmm.” She batted her eyelashes, and I wanted to banish that innocent smirk with a swift slap of my cock.

“What happened to ‘a queen fucks herself’ ?”

“I’ve gotten rather good at it, too.”

“Oh really?” My cock jerked, making her squirm in my hold. “You’ll have to show me sometime.”

“Yes,” she agreed, her voice hoarse again. “Some time. But for now, I have business.”

“Ah, yes. You’re leading a rebellion, aren’t you? Very queenly.” I rocked again, a trickle of cum escaping into her sex. She made one of those sounds that drove me fucking mad, and I dipped my head to suck on her pert nipple, rolling it between my teeth. “A beautiful queen you are, love bug. Full of my cum. You really do love to feel me spill inside you, don’t you, your majesty?”

“Ahhh, Ash!”

The darkness that her needy cry awoke within me was almost scary. I switched to her other breast, sucking and playing with the bud until she writhed. Retreating, I planted my forehead against hers and pinched the rosy buds. I grunted as another trickle surged from tip unexpectedly.

“Touch yourself, my queen.”