How To Make A Demon

Brave

⚠️smut⚠️

I broke apart from the kiss and pushed him down, so he was laying on the bed. I then climbed on top of him, straddling my legs either side of his waist. I then returned to kiss his surprised mouth passionately.

He gripped my thighs and squeezed tightly, securing my hips to his. I began to rock back and forth, riding him slowly.

"Aurora," he moaned into the kiss. "You have no what you're doing to me."

I didn't answer with words, but I did reach down to find his cock. To my delight, it was already hard. I squeezed gently over his trousers.

"Fuck," he hissed. "I need you right now. Turn over."

"No. Let me take charge." I cooed sweetly.

"I don't-" but he stopped short as I undid his trousers and held him in my hand, slowly pumping up and down. Words suddenly failed him and he let out a low hiss.

I loved how much power I had over him. I slid my body down the bed until I was at eye level with his cock. It really was huge. Thick veins ran up the shaft and the bulbous head dripped with pre-cum.

I licked up and down his length and circled my tongue around the head, taking great delight in his delicious frustration.

"Do not tease me," he growled.

I licked up and down his length once more, taking pleasure in his delightful agony, but then paused when I reached the tip again.

"Eyes on me," he whispered.

I obeyed, looking up to meet his gaze. The clear desire on his face was enough to make me begin. I opened my mouth and took him in.

"Oh, fuck." He groaned.

It was a lot to take. I struggled to fit him all in, and as I sucked and pulled his cock towards the back of my throat, I gagged. But I carried on, lifting and lowering my head until I found my pace and enjoyed his moans.

My jaw began to ache, the size of him truly too much to endure. My hands held onto his hips tightly as I bobbed up and down, saliva leaking out of my mouth and my eyes watering.

I continued on, grabbing his thighs for support and pumped my head up and down. It was getting sloppy now, I was dribbling all over him and he kept hitting my gag reflex, but that seemed to add to his pleasure.

I started groaning softly as I struggled for air. But, to my surprise, I was enjoying myself. I loved the control I had over him, and I especially loved how vulnerable he was in that moment. I happily continued sucking his cock, savouring every breathy moan coming from his lips.

"Fuck." Alastor hissed again. His hands on my head balled into fists, grabbing chunks of my hair. He then started thrusting, my face secured onto his cock.

I cried out as he fucked my mouth, slamming into the back of my throat over and over again. I could hardly breathe and tears were spilling from my eyes but I didn't care. Being taken so roughly was giving me a surprising amount of pleasure. A tingling sensation between my own legs confirmed my theory.

"Enough," he growled suddenly, pushing me away from him.

But, before I had a chance to feel the sting of rejection, he flipped me over onto all fours and hitched my skirt above my waist. He then tore my panties off completely, I heard a ripping sound and they landed on the bed beside me.

My legs widened in anticipation and I felt his hardness rubbing against my opening. I moaned softly as he teased me, gliding back and forth but not entering. My toes curled and I tried to push up against him, but to no prevail. I huffed out in frustration while he enjoyed tormenting me.

"Bad girl," he whispered. "So wet from sucking my cock."

"Please," I begged in an agonised cry, needing him to stop playing around and enter me.

"Please what?" He asked wickedly, enjoying my torture, continuing to rub against my entrance.

"Please fuck me. I need you," I wailed, once again trying to back myself onto him.

That was good enough for him. With a deep breath in, he slid his cock into me from behind. The relief I had was instant, I cried out in delight as I felt my walls gripping against him tightly.

He groaned and I felt his hands fall to my hips, holding me in place. Then he slid out and began pounding into me, all thoughts of being gentle gone.

It didn't take long for me to start screaming. He wasn't being careful anymore, he was pushing his whole length into me with as much force as he could muster. I took him all gladly, each intense thrust was giving me more pleasure than I could dream of.

Soon, I felt him pick up in speed and his grunts became louder and louder. He was getting closer to his own release, but mine was only just starting to build.

"I'm close." He hissed, confirming my thoughts.

He climaxed with one final thrust and I felt him pulsing inside of me. I was a little sad to loose my orgasm when it was so close, but god was he good. I was panting for air and my head dropped to my hands, which were clutching the bed sheets for dear life.

But he wasn't done.

He knew I never finished, he had felt my climax too many times now. I couldn't hide it.

So, with his cock still inside of me, his fingers reached underneath to my belly button, and then started stroking down. My breathing started picking up again as I figured out what he was doing, and suddenly his fingers landed on my still swollen clit. He began circling and massaging the sensitive spot, almost immediately bringing me back towards the edge.

I cried out as he overpowered me. The amount of control he held was almost embarrassing. I began trembling as he continued playing with the bundle of nerves, driving me crazier with each torturous caress.

My hands gripped the bedding even tighter and my cries became louder. Still he tortured me, bringing me closer and closer to sweet release.

I felt his lips kiss along my upper back, and his breath there sent tingles down my spine. His fingers lightly picked up in speed, firmly pressing and circling around the slick heat. I could feel the familiar pressure building inside me.

With one final scream, I finally released. Pulsing waves of bliss rocked my whole body and clamped down on his cock again.

"Fuck," he hissed at the sensitivity and carefully slid out of me.

I finally broke down and collapsed onto the bed, each panting breath slowing down with my fading orgasm.

Alastor collapsed on top of me. His hands stroked down my arms until they grasped my own hands, and he lay his head against my shoulder. To my delight, he was just as breathless as I was.

⚠️smut over⚠️