Lucifer Reborn by Dante King (the reader ebook .TXT) 📗

“Oh shit!” Mareth screamed, going weightless in my arms.

The couch buckled beneath us, sinking inward like a balloon with the air let out. I wasted no time—I refused to let my dick leave that perfect demon pussy for even a single second. Grabbing her around the waist, I lifted her off the ground, flinging her like a ragdoll toward the kitchen counter.

She came down hard, her head bouncing off the formica. With another woman that would’ve been an end to the fun, maybe even a concussion, but Mareth groaned like I’d just slapped her ass with a whip.

“Fuck yes!” the succubus panted, her eyes rolling back in her head. Drool trickled from the side of her mouth as she went momentarily blind with pain, her long tongue lolling. “Do it again, Luke! Fuck, you’re such a savage…!”

I was. This was the roughest fucking sex I’d ever had. I’d never even dared to treat Christina this way: these were my darkest impulses writ large, the kind of sex I’d always wanted to have but was too chicken to ask for. No, not ask for—to reach out and take.

I took Mareth, using her like a hot little fuckdoll as I slammed her into the counter again and again. She fucking loved it.

As cracks spread through the surface of the counter, Mareth’s pussy clenched around me and boiled over.

Suddenly, the beautiful demoness was screaming my name, her long black nails scraping the formica as she went over the edge. Her wings extended as far as they could go, her legs trembling like I’d hit her with a taser as her inner walls clenched around me.

“Luke! Oh Luke...I’m cumming! Fuck, don’t stop…!”

I didn’t fucking stop. I pounded her harder, like I wanted to break her in half. Maybe I did. I’d never done anything like this before—and the pleasure building up inside of me was so strong I never, ever wanted to stop.

I’d thought Mareth had had only one orgasm the last time she, Christina, and I had been together, but it must have been two. Or maybe she’d rubbed one out while she watched Christina and I in Lust; I wasn’t sure. All I knew was that as Mareth’s pleasure hit the stratosphere, her body began to change beneath me.

Scales emerged over her beautiful crimson skin, like the Dragon I’d seen guarding the horde in the Envy School. Her eyes narrowed to slits, turning into one massive iris that could see through any darkness or magic spell. Her already long horns lengthened further, circling in on each other into rich spirals like a hypnotist’s pocket watch. Fangs glittered from her mouth, her body going even more demonic and powerful as she became bound to me.

It was a little intimidating, I had to admit. But what it did to Mareth between her thighs ensured I kept on thrusting, kept pounding her like there was no tomorrow. Because it felt so fucking amazing.

Her inner walls rippled around me with every thrust, then clenched like a fist every time I tried to pull back. She was tighter than tight, like her pelvic muscles had grown fingers and were stroking me off while I fucked her. It was the craziest feeling in the world, but the things it did to me made me grunt and groan like a fucking caveman.

“Mine,” I growled, pinning her down by her shoulders as I stretched her walls around me. “All mine…!”

Mareth opened her mouth, and her voice was like a choir of fallen angels. “All yours,” she panted, her heavy breasts bouncing as she fucked herself back on me. “I belong to you, Master! I serve you — I worship you! Please, please fill my tight little pussy with your load…!”

My hand went to her throat as I hit the point of no return. I expected Mareth to fight, to scream, but she guided her slender neck into my fingers, laughing like the wickedest demoness in Hell. This girl trusted me with her life now—if I wanted to choke her in the bedroom, treat her like my personal demonic whore, then she was totally into it.

That thought carried me over the edge. I squeezed her tight, one hand around her throat and the other on her hip for leverage. The rush became unbearable, one more hard thrust sending me into bliss. Thick ropes of white-hot seed exploded from my cock, spraying deep into Mareth’s demonic channel. I swear to God, Lucifer, whatever—her transformed pussy sucked me like a mouth as I shot, drinking down my load and sending it right to her fertile demon womb. I let out a long hrrrrrngh, fireworks going off behind my eyes as I emptied myself inside of her.

I came down from my peak slowly, with Mareth’s inner muscles milking me dry inch by glorious inch. For a long time, the world shrank down to that perfect point of contact between us, her demonic eyes locked with mine as we watched every tiny expression of pleasure on each other’s face. Finally, I pulled out of her, leaving a final streak of seed across her thigh.

“Wow,” I said, tucking my cock back into my pants. I turned in a slow circle, surveying the room. Busted couch, broken kitchen counter—I was going to have some major cleaning up to do. “Shit, we sure made a mess…”

“It’s fixed easily enough,” Mareth assured me, rising to her feet. In this new form of hers, she was exactly as tall I was. She looked utterly badass, like Christina when she really let herself go in the middle of combat, but a little scary, too. “Oh, whoops, here we go…”

Mareth shimmered, and a moment later, she was back to the schoolgirl I knew. “I couldn’t hold it for super long,” she admitted, glancing down at her naked body. She had