I whimpered, desperate for the hot pulse inside me to be relieved. “You’re not playing fair!”

He leered up at me. “I think you’ll find the next several minutes more than make up for it. Time for you to find out what mounting a devil’s horns really means.”

36. Mystical Semen

Chapter 36

Mystical Semen

SJ

I was so painfully aroused I was hanging on a razor wire of losing control and ejaculating all over my own stomach, without her so much as laying a single finger on my cock.

The flush on her cheeks had spread down her chest and across those amazing breasts. I could happily have spent the entire night and half of tomorrow just licking and sucking and nipping at those rosy nipples. I was quite sure I could make her climax from fondling her breasts alone. There was no doubt in my mind that I could make myself climax just from touching them.

But I could not get the mental image of her ‘mounting my horns’ out of my head. I needed that. And judging by how slippery and swollen her little pussy was, she needed it, too.

“Grip my horns, Mouse. And sit yourself up here on my mouth,” I commanded, lifting her towards my face. “No hovering. I want you grinding that soaked little pussy on my tongue until you can’t take another orgasm.”

She licked her bottom lip, shuffling the most delicious part of her closer to my watering mouth. “How … how many orgasms do you think I can take, like that?”

I grinned wickedly, my cock jerking at the thought of wringing climax after climax from her delectable body. “Let’s find out.”

Before she could think about that further, I gripped her waist and planted her soaked centre against my lips. My eyes rolled back in my head as her arousal trickled onto my tongue, and I groaned.

“Oh … oh, Holy Hell!” she panted, squirming, but I offered her no reprieve, sucking her clit into my mouth, grazing it with my teeth. And then she gave in to her pleasure, her hands closing around my horns, stroking them from base to tip, as she rocked herself against my lips and teeth and tongue.

I was gone for this little human female.

I gripped her hips, fucking her deep with my tongue, growling against her flesh, my cock jerking wildly. I was going to come. I was going to explode all over my own stomach, and it was going to be the best orgasm I’d ever had.

“SJ!” she cried, undulating wildly. “So, so good … yes, don’t stop, I’m—” And then with an incoherent cry, her pussy pulsed violently, her hips snapping, her orgasm dripping over my chin. And I followed, roaring as hot pleasure exploded through my being, my cock spasming, jets of spend branding my stomach. And still I licked at her twitching pussy, refusing to relinquish the pleasure of her on my face.