“You feel… so good,” he whispered when the rush of her surrender made the edges of his vision blur. The feel of her, her small body underneath him, her skin and the way she moved against his chest, rubbing herself against his cock for more… No demoness, nor any human, had ever felt this good—had ever sounded this good.

Embracing her fully and ensuring every inch of her skin was touching his, he allowed himself to forget about everything else. There was only him and her, only their shared need and her intoxicating presence.

It didn't take him long to reach the point of no return after she started bucking more insistently and tensing, signaling her impending climax. Kain would have preferred to stay in the blissful haze for hours, but his body had been tormented for too long and the sensation of another of her orgasms was too much.

Roaring, he raised off her while pinning her pelvis to the mattress with his own and hammered his cock against her twitching clit as she screamed out her orgasm.

The flood of moisture her pussy released over his cock was the final trigger he needed. The sharp pleasure intensified to an all-consuming torrent, until finally his balls emptied and he was released from the raging inferno.

Kain collapsed, barely remembering to catch himself so he didn't crush the girl underneath him. His breathing was ragged and his heart pounded far harder than the physical exertion should have caused, but he was too pleasantly numb to give it much thought. His entire body sang with relief and endorphin-induced pleasure, and it was all because of her.

Selma turned her head from the tangle of his sheets to gasp more oxygen into her lungs, and he raised up on his elbows a little so he could nuzzle her wild hair and stroke his cheek against hers. “You okay?”

She nodded silently, not bothering to open her eyes, but from the smile curving her full lips, he knew she was in a similar state to himself—gone on hormones and exhaustion too bone-deep to be purely physical.

Pulling his softening member from between her thighs, he let his hand find the semen he'd soaked the sheets and her stomach with, gathered a good amount on his fingers, and rubbed them against her nether lips and clit before dipping two into her still-fluttering channel. He may not have fucked her properly, but that bedpost was unyielding. The potent magic in his semen would go a long way toward easing the ache of the rough penetration.

She hardly did more than sigh when he smeared his seed deep into her well-used pussy, nor did she protest when he climbed back up and rested halfway on top her, possessively shielding her from the chill of the room with his own flesh.