“That’s what you want, right? To be her?” I panted, settling my lips on his ear and flicking my tongue out. “Do you like getting fucked by my demon cock, Lacey?” I asked and Puca groaned and writhed beneath me. I relentlessly stroked in and out of his body while his cock was trapped against the bed. My tail slid between us and wrapped around his erection, tugging him towards another release.

“You aren’t her though, are you,” I rasped. As my tail slid up and down his cock, I felt him grow closer to another orgasm. His ass tightened on my cock as he groaned beneath me, his hands twisting up in the blanket and sheet. His dark hair was a mess with his face in the mattress, his white button-up clung to his shoulders and biceps, and his dress shoes dug into the bed as I fucked into him slowly, drawing it out.

Puca tried to push back on me, get it harder and faster. I punished him by squeezing my tail around him. He groaned in pleasure and frustration. I slipped a finger under his sock garter and snapped it, making him jerk in shock.

I wondered if I should teach Puca a lesson for all his teasing and goading. If I should turn the tables and give him exactly what he wanted until he was begging me to stop.

My teeth ground together and I felt manic for a moment, my fingers gripping his hips. My fingernails were now sharpened talons, biting into his flesh. My cock grew the tiniest bit bigger inside him and Puca gasped as I held him to me, buried as deep as I could.

“I’m going to fuck you until you beg me to stop,” I said and then I started to lose my control, my hips pulling out and grinding back into him in just the right spot and just the right pattern to pull him towards the orgasm Puca desperately wanted.

My tail tugged, up and down, squeezing his crown over and over until Puca was gasping, groaning, writhing, and tightening. His second orgasm hit me right between the eyes, burning me with energy that made me take my own orgasm, pumping into him wildly until I finished, still drinking him in, riding high as his power burned my sinuses.

“Fuck,” I rasped, finishing inside him, grabbing a tight handful of his waist with one hand and tugging his hips further against me with the other. “Fuck,” I sighed. Puca made a great meal. I felt in control again. Of course, it took more than one meal to bring a demon back from starvation but for now, I could hold off again, keep stringing myself along, postponing the inevitable.

Puca had other ideas though. He twisted beneath me until we were facing one another. Gold eyes stared at me, rectangular pupils like a beast pointing at me as his hand slid around the back of my neck. He pulled me to him, making my mouth crash to his. He bit and sucked, his other hand finding my ass and squeezing, pulling me closer as he ground against me. His cock already starting to harden again—no one stayed soft for long with me.