I found the old book in my uncle’s basement, pages stained with something that looked like dried blood. I read the words out loud anyway, half-drunk and horny as hell. The air got thick and hot, and then she was there. Red skin, black horns curling back from her forehead, a long tail whipping behind her. Her tits were full and heavy, nipples dark and pierced with gold rings. She looked me over like I was meat on a plate.
“Name’s Vex,” she said, voice low and rough. “You called. Now you pay.”
She didn’t waste time. She shoved me back onto the couch, claws ripping my shirt open. Her mouth crashed on mine, tongue forked and hot. She tasted like smoke and something sweet. I grabbed her ass, fingers sinking into soft flesh, and she ground her hips down, rubbing her bare cunt against the bulge in my jeans.
“Get your cock out,” she growled. “I want it now.”
I yanked my zipper down. My dick sprang free, already leaking. Vex wrapped her hand around it, squeezing hard, and spit on the head before stroking fast and rough. Pre-cum mixed with her spit, making everything slick. She dropped to her knees and took me straight into her throat, no teasing. Her horns brushed my stomach as she bobbed, gagging wet and loud, saliva dripping down my balls.
I thrust up into her mouth, fucking her face. She moaned around my shaft, the vibration shooting straight to my nuts. Her tail curled around my thigh, tip flicking against my asshole, pressing just enough to make me grunt.
She pulled off with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting her lips to my cock. “On the floor. Now.”
I hit the carpet. Vex straddled me, grabbed my dick, and sank down in one hard drop.
Her cunt was furnace-hot and tight as fuck, gripping every inch. She rode me like she was trying to break me, hips slamming, tits bouncing. Her clit rubbed against my pubic bone with every thrust. I reached up and pinched her nipples, twisting the rings, and she snarled, cunt clenching harder.
“Deeper, you fuck,” she hissed. “Split me open.”
I flipped her onto her back, hooked her legs over my shoulders, and drove in balls-deep. Her pussy squelched around me, juices running down her crack onto the floor. I pounded her, skin slapping, her tail thrashing. She clawed my back, drawing blood, and I fucked her harder for it.
Vex came first, back arching, a guttural moan ripping out of her as her walls fluttered and gushed around my cock. I didn’t stop. I pulled out, flipped her onto all fours, and slammed back in from behind. Her tail wrapped my waist, pulling me deeper. I reached under and rubbed her swollen clit in tight circles while I fucked her.
“Fill me,” she demanded. “Pump that load in my demon cunt.”
I lasted maybe ten more strokes before I blew, shooting thick ropes inside her. She milked every drop, rocking back on me. When I finally pulled out, cum leaked from her stretched hole, mixing with her own slick on her thighs.
She wasn’t done. She turned, licked my softening cock clean, then pushed me down again and sat on my face. I ate her out, tongue buried in her pussy, tasting my own cum mixed with hers. She ground on my mouth until she came again, thighs shaking, horns scraping the wall.
We went at it for hours. She fucked me in every position, used that tail to tease and penetrate, let me fuck her ass while she fingered herself. By the time the sun came up she was gone, leaving only the scent of sex and sulfur.
I still have the book. I read from it every night now. She always answers. And every time she shows up, she makes sure I know exactly who’s in charge.
