Ignoring her startled yelp, he pulled out the now-dripping staff, grabbed her by the hips, and flipped her over so he had her on her belly. He needed to see her come again, this time like a female should be mounted. He needed the sweet scent of her release to soak into every pore of his skin so he would never, ever lose the smell of her.

Selma was still panting from pleasured exhaustion, resting with her head against her arms when he reached for the broken bedpost once more to press it against her swollen entrance.

“No.” The Breeder's protest was weak and not supported by her body, which opened willingly around the tip of the staff, but it was enough to make him pause the onslaught.

“I can't…” He hissed a shallow breath, trying to rein in his need to see her pussy pounded into submission. “I need more!”

Groaning, she pressed her backside up so her beautiful slit was presented in invitation. “Please. Gently.”

Clearly she was familiar with the fruitlessness of denying a demon in full rut. His heart gave a painful lurch somewhere past the burning need to fuck her into a stupor.

Tossing the carved pole aside he fell on top of her, careful not to crush her. It was physically impossible for him to leave her at this point, but he could ensure she wouldn’t be violated by having to endure an unwanted penetration, however much he might make her enjoy it.

She angled her hips to allow him to push in, but he slid his aching cock past her entrance and through the cleft of her nether lips, pressing up against the soft flesh which so eagerly coated him in her warm juices.

When his head—and ridges—stroked firmly over her clit, she mewled in surprise and jerked underneath him. Before she got a chance to move away from the pressure, he clamped his legs around hers and pressed them together so her soft thighs squeezed his cock, creating a slick tunnel for him to burrow through. It was how he pleasured himself with human women these days, usually after swaying their minds with magic and stuffing their pussies with a dildo until they thought he was truly fucking them.

Selma might know the truth, but she’d still enjoy the stimulation.

And so would he.

Kain groaned long and deep as her warm, pliable flesh slid along his throbbing shaft. Sharp spikes of pure pleasure shot up his spine at the friction. The hot, wet gush of moisture coating him from her opening allowed him to imagine that he truly was pushing up inside of her, filling her tight cunt to the brim.

She whined softly when his ridges caught her clit again, but her struggle against the pressure and his hold eased as her body realized his intentions.