Vess trembled.
The words hung in the night air like a curse. 'A sex demon.' She knelt in the dirt of the ruin, her wrists still bound by invisible magic behind her back, her sword useless in her grip.
Her face was a mask of his seed—thick, white, dripping from her chin, bubbling from her nostrils, pooled in her open mouth. The smell of his cock was everywhere.
It assaulted her nostrils with the dense, musky, utterly male scent of a creature that existed to rut. It was the smell of her sister's virginity being torn. It was the smell of her own submission.
"A demon?" she rasped. Her voice was shredded. The seed in her throat made her gag. "A... sex demon?"
He chuckled.
The sound was warm. Intimate. The chuckle of a man who had just emptied his balls into a woman's throat and found her confusion amusing.
"You seem so," he said. He stood over her, naked and unashamed. The moonlight carved his body into sharp relief. "Don't I look like that?"
Vess looked.
