Struggling was probably to be expected, though it seemed a bit uncalled for when he wasn't trying to kill her. Maybe he hadn't been clear enough about that. She didn't seem to be as grateful to be alive as he thought she should be, or as cooperative. Not until he got her on the ground. Survival instinct kicking in when he had her pinned just right, or something he'd been doing wrong in the way he'd handled her before. He appreciated the relative silence and the ragged sound of her breathing.
When her hands moved, he watched them with suspicion. They didn't look like she was going to try to hit him again – not that it hurt, but it was distracting and annoying and he didn't care for that kind of attitude.
She seemed like she just wanted to touch him. Which was an improvement.
He purred when she touched his hair, leaned into it when she cupped his face. Then was startled all over again when she swiftly pulled away.
Bright, bright pink. He must have missed a spot. His spine straightened, and he braced the hand not holding her to the floor so that he could lean forward and catch that spot of frosting with his mouth. His cock still rested on her, but friction had stopped while he was distracted, a looming threat. He caught her hand with gentle teeth because it was the only way he could think to keep it still when his hands were busy. Then he licked at it the same as he'd done before, and just as thoroughly, though he could tell there was much less this time.
He didn't want to miss anything. And he liked the way her fingers moved when he licked between them, though he wasn't sure why.
Success! Glorious, miraculous success! Well, success was kind of a relative thing at the moment, but she was nothing if not willing to edit her goals to be realistic in a given situation. It would hardly be the first time she'd gotten herself out of trouble in this fashion, although it involved a great number of other firsts for her.
She appreciated that he put his weight on his other hand and didn't crush her neck; it hadn't occurred to her the risk she was taking until she felt his grip tighten slightly around her neck. Still not enough to cut off her breath, but enough to make a chill fire up and down her spine for all the right and wrong reasons.
His cock rested against her stomach and as he crouched over her. He caught her hand in his teeth, another thing that she hadn't predicted. It made her hesitate, panic for a brief moment that they'd tighten. They didn't, but the fear was still there. And then she was distracted by the way his tongue felt between and around her fingers... the context was a little different now, and it felt different with her hand partially inside his mouth. She shivered again, and then finally managed to regain her focus.
She had to psych herself up for it. She still couldn't bend her head down to see what she was dealing with, so once again, she had to pray and grip blindly, hand this time having no issue finding what she was looking for at all. She wrapped the fingers of her other hand lightly around his shaft. Hoo. Alright that was. That was a lot. Her eyes sought out his face; she couldn't imagine he'd be displeased with this turn of events, but she still wanted something to go off of. She gave a nervous, light stroke, uncertain of how he would react, for all she was confident in her technique.
He froze when she touched his cock, unable to determine if this was going to turn into another disappointing attempt to hurt him. At her first tentative stroke, he rocked his hips, thrusting into her hand.
Yes. Good. Small soft hands touching his cock, the way she'd touched his tail. This was an option. He liked this.
Her size and the relative weakness of her meant he was having to do a lot of maneuvering as he figured things out. He didn't want to take his hand off her neck, because he thought that might be a key aspect to keeping her manageable. Carefully, he moved his legs, unwound his tail, stepped around her legs so that his feet were planted on either side of her waist. His sack rested on her ribcage, his cock between her breasts, her fingers still wrapped around him.
As a consequence of his position, a thick part of his tail closer to the base of it was pressed between her legs, moving as it slowly swayed and brushed against her limbs.
With his free hand no longer needed for balance, he used it to rake his hair out of his face again, trying to tuck it behind the curls of his horns. He became briefly distracted when he noticed his left horn was broken.
When had that happened?
But it was hard to worry about horn-related vanity when he was hard and being touched. He stroked her cheek, and ran his thumb over her lips.
Surprising absolutely no one, he was into it.
Alright, so, new plan: jack off the demon. Do what she needed to; hope it, like most men, wanted to take a nap afterwards; and then sneak back out the way she came in and tell no one of this, ever. Also, no more hiding in churches. It was a shame, because they'd been her favorite places in the past, but she'd never feel safe in one again after the Cupcake Demon Cock Incident.
She tried to sort of disconnect from what she was doing, but it was disconcertingly difficult. The pressure against her neck felt better than she really wanted to admit, to herself or anyone else. It was keeping her, if not entirely in the present, then at least sharply aware of what she was doing and how he felt in her hand and pressed against her skin. She appreciated his careful maneuvering to bring himself closer to her, mostly just because she liked not being crushed to death. Hopefully he would remember that care as he got more excited. Fucked to death by a weird bat-demon-thing in a church was infinitely worst than any death that included frosting.
She sucked in a sharp breath when she felt his tail nestle into place between her legs. She jumped a little out of sheer nerves, but all it really served to do was shift her hips up against his tail. It was rough, and the grinding motion was something she had little interest in repeating... if only for the sake of her continued dignity. Things were embarrassing enough without her joining in. To shift her focus away from her own reactions to pressure and touch, she brought her other hand into the mix, running both up and down his shaft with a mix of light and firm strokes, eyes on his face to gauge his reaction. She saw him pull his hair out of his face, a flicker of what she thought might be displeasure or confusion as he ran fingers across his broken horn. His hair was an interesting feature; softer than the rest of him by far. Under different circumstances, she would have been curious to touch it again.
He brought his spare hand down to her face and she flinched automatically, too familiar with blows to the face in this situation. The touch was gentler than she believed she'd felt before, which was severely ironic given the situation. Well, that was what they said, wasn't it? Men were the real monsters?
She opened her mouth automatically as his thumb ran across her lips; it was what had been expected of her in the past. His claws meant she'd be in poor shape if he intended to press inside, however, so she hoped that wasn't the case.
Her little jolt against his tail did not go unnoticed, despite her work at distraction. It curled around the very top of her right thigh, pressing more firmly against her; the tip slid along her vulva in curious exploration. The warmest part of her by far, but if he'd tried to touch her with his fingers he'd have torn her apart. At the same time he rocked his hips against her hands, purring when one of her thumbs pressed firm near the base of his cock.
She flinched from his touch, which annoyed him when he'd been so careful not to scratch her. When she opened her mouth, his response was to hook a claw on her teeth so he could force it open wider, tilting her head to see better. Short, fragile teeth in a small pink mouth that really seemed like it shouldn't be able to make so much noise as she'd been earlier.
He could… maybe? Maybe. If he could let her neck go without her flailing all about and screeching. He could pin her again if she did. Carefully, still holding her by the jaw with her mouth uncomfortably wide, he let her neck go so that he could hold her by the hair instead.
He really and truly did not know how much he could get away with moving her head around. His only knowledge of the human neck was that it was fragile, and then they died. Snapping her neck out of his newfound enthusiasm for experimentation would be bad. So he let her jaw go, and kept his grip on her hair relatively loose so that she could position herself. Thrusts of his cock and tugs of her hair and claws on her shoulder all tried to coax her into bending her head enough that he could, at the very least, rub it against her face.
She whined a bit in fear when he did, in fact, begin to put his claw in her mouth. Her heart pounded in her chest as visions of her throat, sliced open from the inside, danced through her head. But stopped after a few centimeters, prying her mouth open wider. She kept it open, obedient and quiet, until she felt Curious Tail Three: The Entering. Her bottom half jumped in shock, her hands tightening slightly around him, and she let out a shocked gasp that trailed into a whine as the tip of his tail poked around. She didn't care for the moisture she could tell it was finding; she told herself firmly that she was still wet from the rain or the activities immediately prior to her running through the rain, and tried--poorly--to ignore it.
She hadn't been expecting him to release her neck. She was tempted to let go of his cock with at least one hand to rub at the soreness he'd inflicted, but didn't have to be told that was a bad idea.
Instead, he gripped her hair. She let out a surprised, appreciative little grunt. It felt weird, with her hair cleaner than it had been in years, but not bad. The opposite of bad, in fact. She pulled against it a little, not out of a rebellious urge to fight, but subconsciously, because she liked the sensation.
He was tugging her head downwards. Ah, this part. Knowledgeable little cupcake demon, wasn't he? She sighed a little, bending her head into the position she knew he wanted. At least at this angle he was unlikely to shove it down her throat and choke her to death or something. She kept her mouth open, waiting for his cock to inevitably shove its way in. She'd never done this particular angle before--she didn't really have the breasts for a titjob, particularly not lying on her back. And she'd certainly never been straddled and rubbed against by a giant bat demon thing, that was for damn sure.
He liked those little whines much better than all the screaming. Her response to his tail piqued his curiosity, thrusting hard against her hands when she squeezed. His tail rubbed against her clit as a consequence of trying to figure out what he was feeling, slid downward and hooked upward to push a cautious inch inside of her. He thought that he might be hurting her – but in a harmless sort of way? Maybe?
He didn't want to damage her, but those little whimpery twitches were fine. It felt nice when she shivered and trembled. He was allowed to hurt her a little. She was supposed to be dead. Hurt was better than dead.
When she pulled at his grip it tightened, and he frowned a little. That was a new sound. Did he like that sound? He pulled her hair a little harder to see if she'd make it again, his fist against her scalp.
There wasn't any real way for him to praise good behavior under the circumstances, even if he thought it was the least she could do. He rubbed one of her ears between his fingers in a well-meant attempt at petting. Then he ran the head of his cock over her lips, though he wasn't particularly precise about it, smearing silvery precum around her mouth. Soft lips, soft cheeks, all of it warm. He might have been perfectly content to just do that for a while, except that he was experimenting, and trying everything, and her mouth was still open. Cautiously he pushed it into between her lips, against her tongue, a vague concern that she might bite or he might knock her teeth out or both.
It would be a lie to say things were rapidly becoming too much, because they had started at way too fucking much and from there just catapulted straight off a cliff to crash into I'm Very Uncomfortable With This Village. But she was starting to get slightly overwhelmed despite herself. He wasn't the only one experiencing new sensations--prehensile prodding had never been on her bucket list, but she... wasn't hating it. She gasped out as his tail slid against her and then just a little into her, eyes going wide.
What inspired a tail to do things like that? Surely that wasn't part of its reproductive system. But then again, it had liked her touching it. Maybe it was sensitive. Maybe this was her fault; and she'd started it when she'd grabbed his damn tail, not realizing it was some kind of demonic spare-wang or something. For all she knew, that was the universal demon-sign for "let's fuck."
Then he pulled harder at her hair, despite the fact her head was already in position, as he pushed his cock up against her face. She let out another appreciative groan, this one a bit louder thanks in part to the tail curiously pressing into her. It was cold, and it didn't appear to be warming up, but the same could be said for the rest of him.
She stuck her tongue out a bit, telling herself she was being cooperative and not shameless, running it along the underside of the head of his cock when he pushed it against her mouth, licking at the smears he was leaving behind. It was a bit salty and a bit metallic, but not terrible. Her mind perversely reminded her of the frosting he'd been licking up earlier. She told it--firmly--to shut up. Now was not the time for that sort of tomfoolery. Then she opened her jaw wider, wincing slightly, as he attempted to push in. It was a bit of a stretch to get around the head, but once she managed it, she was less worried about him knocking her teeth down her throat.
Curiously, she ran her tongue across the slit on his head. He was somewhat pliable, but noticeably less so than other dicks she'd had in similar positions. And he was uncircumcised, which would have been a strange detail if not for the fact, like... who'd circumcise a demon? Really, it just made sense. She brought her eyes back to his face, watching for his expression as she experimented. First tongue across the head, then around in a circular motion, then suction. If she worked the shaft with her hands at the same time, would he lean forward, would his hair fall back into his face? Would his claws tighten in her hair, what would his other hand do?
...What? If she was stuck here, there was no harm in experimenting. It's not like she'd be seeing a lot of weird stony bat-demons in her life.
These were definitely good noises. Very, very good. His tail pushed deeper into her, slick and tight around him, still in a sort of hooked shape as if using it to hold on to her. Could he–?
Later. Try that later. That would require a significant change of position that he didn't think he could manage, not with a pink tongue lapping at his cock like she was greedy for the taste. It was a miracle that he didn't thrust straight into her mouth, but he was still worried about her… head. Her whole head.
When she ran her tongue over the slit, his whole body shuddered, claws digging into the wood when his toes curled. He purred, and growled, and purred again, a twitch as his cock flexed in her mouth. She was doing a lot of things with her tongue that it would not have occurred to him that she would do, considering he'd only moments before been perfectly content to grind mindlessly against her stomach. His other hand gripped her shoulder, points of his claws pressing at her skin, no room in her hair for more than one of his hands.
And then she sucked, her fingers wrapped around his cock and sliding along it, and he let out a choked cry he'd never made before. His wings flared up and out, gripping her hair tighter, his hips moving in a reflexive thrust that he only barely stopped. The tail inside her curled, pressed hard against her clit, like it too was trying to hold her tighter. His wings beat once, his mouth half-open as he groaned, before they flared wide again.
He wanted to tilt his head back, but he couldn't take her eyes off her, the sight of her mouth stretched wide to accommodate his cock, dainty fingers around his shaft. The rise and fall of his chest had grown more urgent, precum dripping on her tongue; black strands fell loose from his broken horn as he visibly struggled to not become overwhelmed.
She was watching him; he was watching her. It occurred to her, belatedly, that this much eye contact should have been deeply uncomfortable, but it was a little bit late to be self-conscious.
He liked the tongue, definitely. She was alarmed, a little, at the sounds of claws grinding against wood; it was just one more reminder of how much damage he could do to her if he wanted to. Or if he just slipped.
But when she added suction, well, that was when things got a little fun. He was clearly woefully unprepared for it--did they not have oral where he came from? At first, she was alarmed, which was a polite way of saying terrified. His cry was loud, and his wings suddenly and dramatically flared out. She sort of recoiled backwards automatically in fear, but of course his hand was very firmly on her head, so all that really happened was that she got her hair yanked for her trouble. At the same time, the tail inside of her squirmed another inch inside as it curled, hitting a magic little spot that made sparks fly behind her eyes. Her back arched a little off the ground and the let out an unwilling moan, vibrating against his shaft. When his whole tail writhed like that, it hit so many places, inside and out.
Face flushing, she thrust up against it with a whine, wanting him to do whatever he'd just done again, and then maybe ten more times for good measure. His face, as well, was showing her what she'd sort of hoped to see, that uncharacteristically pretty hair falling disheveled into his face, chest heaving, eyes a bit wide. She sucked again, then continuously, running her tongue and hands against him. The plan, she remembered, was to get him to finish and then skedaddle. She'd probably have to remind herself of that a few more times to make sure she didn't hold still and grind against his tail instead. She had some semblance of self-control, but she didn't trust herself fully.
She was squirming a lot, but there was no chance that he was going to let her go, not when her mouth felt so good and he was so close. Those vibrations on his cock, the heat of her face as it flushed red, the way she moved like she was struggling helplessly. His tail being wound around her thigh limited the length available to push inside of her; it slid out and uncurled, every intention of filling her with it again. But the way she whined, muffled and writhing.
He couldn't help it. His hips rocked, small shallow thrusts against her throat. He held her still by the hair as the head of his cock slid back and forth over her tongue, never quite leaving her mouth. His wings beat again, and again, kicking up dust around them and fanning the air.
He came, cock twitching as he filled her mouth. Then he pulled her off of him and let her go, shimmering strings of cum decorating her face, her neck, her chest. He'd been more concerned about choking her to death, but he liked the way she looked once he'd marked her, evidence of his climax reflecting what little moonlight had made its way into the room. He brushed his hair out of his face again, folding his wings back in as he caught his breath.
Despite herself, she was mildly enthralled by the way he looked as he lost control, a feral snarl on his face but a helpless sort of lust in his eyes. And the way his wings beat, as if he was going to take off into the sky with her. He shook dust into the air, a strong breeze that chilled her half-frozen body further, making her shiver and shake. Her face and between her legs so hot and the rest like ice.
He thrust into her mouth, mercifully shallowly, never pushing back into her throat. She was grateful for the allowance, given the angle and his girth. His hand tightening in her hair as he fucked into her, his hair in his face, his eyes clenching shut, his teeth gritted--
She was expecting the come. Or rather, she was expecting some come. What she got was... sort of that. It wasn't hot, that was the first thing she noticed. The second thing she noticed was how much of it there was--come had a tendency to feel like more than it reasonably was to begin with, particularly when in one's mouth, but it was almost immediately choking her, spilling out around her lips, before he pulled out, spraying the rest all over her. She had the good sense to close her eyes. It only helped a little.
She noticed an absence of pressure, and realized suddenly that he'd released her hair. The throbbing between her legs wasn't going to go away, but she wasn't an idiot; she'd gotten a face, chest, and mouth full of come to avoid him trying to shove it there. And so, choking out come and squinting through one eye while the other burned, she rolled over onto her stomach and scampered, leaving a trail of glittering semen behind her. The way she moved on four limbs was ridiculous for a human, really, but she'd always been a little feral child, and it worked for her. She bolted straight for the window she'd come in and leapt for the boards to climb straight up and out as fast as her arms and legs could carry her.
That he didn't grab her immediately was mostly due to shock, entirely taken aback by her darting away from him. Yet another thing he couldn't have predicted she'd do, this surprise less pleasant than those previous. He roared in irritation, scratching the floor yet again as he kicked off after her. Though still folded, the talons on his wingtips had taken an angry arch over his shoulders, pulled close to move faster.
He caught her in mid-climb, claws leaving shallow scratches around her waist until he could wrap an arm around her entirely. He pulled her away from the window, roaring directly in her ear to scold her. A loud, deep, chest-rattling roar with his arm around her waist and her back pinned to him.
Obviously, letting her off the floor had been his first mistake.
He put his hand around the back of her neck, crouching again so he could push her down. He grabbed her leg with one foot, and then the other, so that her ankles were pinned. Her neck and her ankles held down and secure, her hips were still high from the arm at her waist.
She'd seemed so… compliant. More than compliant. Eager. But she'd fled so quickly once he let her go. Had that been the whole point? Tricking him into letting her go? She hadn't needed to do that. He was going to let her go eventually, before the sun came up. All she would have had to do was stay still, instead of toying with him, clever hands and a clever tongue.
Well. He'd certainly learned his lesson. He'd hold her down until he was done with her.
And he wasn't done with her.
He'd explored her body with his tail for a reason, unable to risk his claws and not wanting to stop what he'd already been doing. Looking for more ways that he could enjoy her while he had her, soft places and sweet things. He curled his tail around himself and licked at it to taste where it had been inside her.
Not quite the same kind of sweet, but sweet all the same.
He unwrapped his arm from her so he could straighten out, or as much as he could with his hand at the back of her neck. The insides of his thighs were pressed to the backs of hers, his cock erect again. Bigger than the portion of his tail that had been inside her, but it couldn't hurt to try.
Except her. It could hurt her. But he didn't particularly mind that, now.
The roar behind her only made her increase her speed, frantic and terrified and she scrambled up the wood, whispered prayers under her breath. And she was so close, too. Almost to the top, almost to the hole where she could dart out and leap to freedom.
He caught her.
She did not go easy. She screamed when he grabbed her, first fear, then again as he pulled her down, claws digging into her hips, this time rage. She fought with as much violence as she'd ever mustered, kicking at his chest furiously until he pinned her against him. Then she swung her arms instead, battering at him and shouting as she writhed like a girl possessed.
"Get off me you motherfucker you had your fun! Get off! Fucking! Son of! A bitch! I did not get doused with fucking demon dick juice so you could go in for round two! Let me go you piece of shit motherfucking son of a bat and ugly Stallone! Get off get off get off!"
She kept shrieking and twisting despite his roars; in fact, as they deafened her, her voice only seemed to crescendo further.
He pinned her in an obvious position, ass up and legs pinned. She clawed furiously at the hand on the back of her neck, succeeding only in tearing her fingernails, leaving little streaks of blood on his hard skin. She shrieked again in rage and fear as she felt him, hard again already, god DAMNIT, lining himself up and pushing against her. He felt INFINITELY too big for the space he was trying to fit into. She wriggled her ass stubbornly, making it as difficult as possible for him to get a clear shot, all while swearing loudly as colorfully as possible.
The noise, the noise. The roaring didn't stop her, and this time neither did pinning her by the neck.
Fuck.
He'd really been depending on the idea that this would work as well as last time in making her quiet down and stop flailing. He liked this much less than before. Particularly as her clawing hands trailed blood, a clear sign of the depth of her desperation and fear. Was it not clear by now how careful he'd been? And this was what he got for his trouble, hurting herself just to spite him.
Since her neck was not the vital spot he'd thought it was, he let that go, using both hands to grab her wrists. He twisted her arms behind her again so that he could look at her hands and inspect the damage. He licked a few of her fingertips, but the taste of blood didn't particularly excite him. It never had. It was just a hazard of the job.
Her legs were pinned, and now he had her arms under control, but she was still managing to wiggle around a great deal. It seemed like the arms situation might also be dangerous, easy to twist out of their sockets or snap. He eventually figured out how to get both her elbows bent so that her forearms were at the small of her back, easier for him to hold one-handed.
Covering her mouth had been ineffective in getting her to be quiet before. He tried grabbing her hair, and giving her head a gentle shake. That seemed like it would be unpleasant without being dangerous.
If she'd just behave, this would all be a lot less complicated.
He let go of her hair so he could grip her hip, trying not to sink his claws in but also trying to hold her still. The head of his cock was still pressed against her, but he wasn't forcing it, at least not yet. He wanted to enjoy it, and he couldn't do that if he was busy worrying about the logistics of not breaking her.
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