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You’re all alone in your shared bedroom when you finally notice how much you’re sweating and heating up. You’re waiting for Jinu to enter the bedroom, where you’re dressed in soft, baby blue lingerie. Feathers shimmered faintly in the dim light, your wings partially unfurled—your angelic form slipping through as your emotions stirred. Thoughts of Jinu danced through your mind, each one making your heart race and your body heat up even more. You knew he’d be joining you soon, and that knowledge alone made the anticipation coil tighter in your belly. You were nervous. You wanted to ask him to explore something new with you tonight—something intimate, something bold. The thought made you nervous, but also wildly excited.
It’s been a while since you wanted Jinu to fuck you in his demon form. But most importantly, every time you’d be intimate you’ve been begging for him to fuck you from behind. And every time he would find excuses not to do so. He kept telling you that he didn’t want to hurt you. You knew how big his cock was, you’re more than aware of that. But you simply didn’t care, you wanted him to fuck you in the most filthy way possible. To stretch your tiny hole, filling you up so deliciously. You’ve been dreaming of him fucking you from behind for so long, you needed it so much.
You had been craving it for a while now—craving for Jinu to just let go, to lose that perfect composure and let something darker take over. It wasn’t that he hadn’t ever been rough with you before, but the idea of him surrendering fully to desire, especially in his demon form, sent a slow, burning ache through you. Just the thought of it made heat pool between your thighs, your body already reacting to a fantasy that felt almost too forbidden to ask for.
Still, a familiar worry tugged at your thoughts. You feared he might turn you down again tonight—gently, lovingly, but still a refusal. And yet, despite that fear, you couldn’t stop hoping.
Jinu’s entrance pulls you out of your thoughts as the door swings open. His eyes lock on you immediately, taking in the sight of the delicate lingerie clinging to your skin. “My pretty angel,” he says with a playful smile, clearly appreciating the little fabric you're wearing.
“Hi Jinu,” you manage to respond, your voice soft and trembling. Your cheeks heating up as his intense gaze travels up and down your body, sending a wave of warmth through you. You feel the familiar pull inside you to submit, letting him control as always.
Jinu didn’t look away for a second as he moved toward you, his presence commanding yet gentle. “To what do I owe the honour,” he said, his tone dipping lower, more intense, “of being greeted by such divine, ethereal beauty?” He stopped right in front of you, his breath brushing against your skin as he leaned in. “My beautiful angel,” he whispered, one hand reaching up to cup your cheek.
You leaned into his touch without hesitation, your fingers curling around his hand, holding it against your skin like it grounded you. You gazed up at him through your lashes, your expression soft, innocent—knowing full well how much that look unraveled him.
You bit your lip, heart thundering in your chest, before whispering, “I… I want to explore something new tonight.”
Jinu’s smile curled into something mischievous. “And what would that be, angel?”
A small breath escaped you as you looked up at him shyly, your voice soft and low. “You know how much I love giving you control. How much I love submitting to you… how much I love when you're dominant.” You felt his grip subtly tighten at your words, his eyes darkening as your confession lingered in the air. “But you also know how much I crave seeing you lose that control.”
Your gaze dropped as nervous energy bubbled in your chest, your fingers fidgeting with one another. “I want you to let go. I want you to take me in your demon form. I want to feel you—raw, unfiltered… I want you to take me from behind.” You swallowed hard, your voice barely above a whisper. “I want to be yours in the most sinful way. I want to be ruined.”
Heat rushed through your body, your skin burning with a mixture of shame and desire. You couldn’t even look at him.
Jinu lifted your chin, gently tilting your face up so you were forced to meet his gaze.
“Baby,” he said softly, his thumb brushing your cheek. “We’ve talked about this. You need to be patient.”
“Jinu…” you whined, your tone laced with desperation. “I have been patient.”
He sighed your name, gently—lovingly. “You know I’m afraid of hurting you.”
“But I know you won’t. I’m safe with you. I trust you,” you whispered, placing your hand over his heart.
“Sweetheart—”
“I need you,” you breathed, your voice trembling. “Please… I need it so bad. I need to feel your thick cock inside me. I need you to lose control. I need you to fuck me in your demon form. To take me from behind—just like I’ve been dreaming about. I want you to breed this little hole you love so much…”
You barely got the last word out before a startled yelp escaped your lips—Jinu had already pushed you down onto the mattress, his control snapping with a low growl.
Before you could even fully register the movement, his mouth was on yours, hungry and wild, kissing you with a heat that stole your breath. His lips devoured you, full of need, passion, and something deeper—a promise of what was to come.
The soft whine that escaped you only spurred Jinu on, feeding a fire he could barely contain. That sound—it was addictive, maybe even the most intoxicating thing he’d ever heard. Your arms wrapped tightly around his neck, desperate to draw him closer. Your hips shifted instinctively against his, and the moment your body pressed into his groin, a low groan rumbled from his throat, vibrating against your lips.
He pulled back slightly, lips parted, as if he was about to say something—only for you to chase his mouth, unwilling to let him go. His breath hitched at your eagerness, and with a soft curse, he brought his hands up to cradle your face. He tried, once, maybe twice, to pull away again—intent on speaking—but every time he did, he melted right back into you, like his lips weren’t meant to be anywhere else.
Eventually, he tore himself away with a few lingering kisses, finally managing a full breath. His lips were swollen, slick, and his gaze—dark and glazed with desire—held yours like it anchored him to the moment. You stared back at him, chest rising and falling in sync with his, breathless and utterly consumed.
As your lips parted for another shaky inhale, you tasted nothing but him—the scent of him, the feel of him, the heat. And then, just as you began to steady yourself, his tongue slid across your bottom lip, teasing, demanding. Your breath caught in your throat and then escaped in a needy, uninhibited moan as his tongue danced with yours—hot, slick, possessive. The kiss deepened until it felt like he was tasting your soul.
You had no doubt—he was the best kisser you’d ever known. Every kiss from him was sensual, passionate, and drenched in love and longing. He didn’t just kiss you—he devoured you, worshipped you, made you feel like the center of the universe.
“Fuck, I need you so bad, angel,” he groaned against your mouth, the sound so raw it sent a shudder tearing through your body. The sensation pulsed low in your belly, and you knew—without question—that your panties were ruined. You were soaked, throbbing, completely undone by him. No one else could ever do this to you. No one else would ever come close.
“M-more… please, please,” you whimpered, clinging to him like you’d fall apart without his touch.
He chuckled softly, his breath hot against your skin, the grin on his lips dark and wicked. “You know when you beg like that,” he murmured, voice dipping into something reverent and full of heat, “I could never say no to you, my princess.”
Then, you saw it—his eyes beginning to glow, that familiar golden hue flickering to life. Slowly, intricate purple markings emerged across his skin, swirling and shifting with an almost hypnotic rhythm. His canines grew sharper, more defined—undeniably, beautifully inhuman.
Your demon. Your lover. Your everything.
Your heart skipped a beat, then raced, as his hands slid down to your hips, gripping you and drawing your body flush against his. The warmth of his touch sank into your skin, grounding and electrifying all at once. He leaned in, his lips brushing softly against your neck, the air of restraint making your breath catch.
“You’re so… beautiful,” he whispered into your ear, his voice like velvet and sin. “Mine.”
A shiver ran straight down your spine, followed by that delicious rush of heat pooling low in your belly. More wetness gathered between your thighs, your body fully surrendering to his presence without hesitation.
Then his tongue dragged a slow, deliberate stripe up your neck. Your eyelids fluttered shut as a soft moan slipped from your lips, your body trembling under the sheer intimacy of it. Every nerve in you lit up as he kissed and tasted your skin, savoring you.
When he finally pulled back, you opened your eyes—dazed, breathless—only to find him watching you with an intensity that made your stomach twist. He looked ravenous, like he was holding back from devouring you whole.
His gaze roamed across every inch of you, slow and hungry, and you could feel yourself flushing under the weight of it. The way he looked at you—like you were the only thing that mattered in the world—made your chest tighten with want.
Then, he licked his lips, still staring you down, and your breath hitched. You felt exposed, cherished, and completely desired all at once.
“Get on your hands and knees for me, kitten. I’ll show you who’s in control,” he growled, voice thick with hunger.
Your cheeks flared up furiously at his request, and you felt a delicious shiver ripple through you. With trembling anticipation, you rolled onto your stomach, lifting yourself onto your hands and knees. You lowered your head to the mattress, presenting yourself to him, your ass raised high, offered willingly. When you gave a playful little wiggle and parted your legs just a bit more, you heard the low, guttural sound that tore from his throat.
Jinu groaned at the sight before him. The dark spot staining your lace panties was impossible to miss, your arousal soaking through, leaving no doubt just how badly you needed him. His eyes were locked on your heat, drinking in every inch of you.
Then the bed dipped behind you, the mattress shifting as he moved closer. A rush of air hit your skin, and then came the gentle sweep of his fingers tracing along your back, slow and reverent. You trembled under his touch, every nerve awake and waiting.
His mouth followed the path of his hands—soft, heated kisses landing delicately along your spine, his lips worshipping every curve. When he reached your wings, he slowed, taking extra care, kissing around the base of your delicate feathers as though you were something sacred.
You barely noticed when his fingers slid to the clasp of your bra, too lost in the haze of his devotion, too consumed by every kiss, every breath against your skin. You only realized when the soft fabric slipped away from your body, your chest suddenly bare to the cool air and his gaze.
His mouth continued downward, trailing lower and lower as his hands caressed your sides, your hips, your thighs. He moved slowly, cherishing you—adoring every part of you like a man truly possessed.
A whimper escaped your throat as his fingers slipped into the waistband of your soaked panties. You instinctively looked over your shoulder, heart pounding—and your gaze met his.
He was smiling. Devious, dark, and breathtaking.
Your breath caught. He looked like sin wrapped in silk—and he was all yours.
With a slow, seductive look, Jinu began pressing feather-light kisses along your skin, starting at your ankles and trailing upward. His mouth moved unhurriedly up your legs, lips brushing tenderly over your calves, your knees, then the soft flesh of your inner thighs. His hands followed the same path, fingers tracing reverently along the outsides of your thighs, his touch lighting your nerves on fire.
The room felt impossibly hot—your body flushed, your skin tingling everywhere he touched or looked. Jinu wasn’t just beautiful. He was divine. Ethereal. Sinful. No one had ever made you feel so desired, so worshipped, so undone.
When he reached the apex of your thighs, his hands tightened just slightly. He spread your legs wider, holding you open for him, eyes dark with hunger as they fell to your glistening core—completely bare, completely his.
He let out a low, appreciative groan, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. Then his eyes flicked back up to yours, glowing gold and full of wicked intent. That cunning, devastating smile curved on his lips—the kind that made your breath catch and your heart race.
Jinu then leaned in.
His lips sealed around your clit—hot, soft, and utterly perfect—and the moment he sucked, your body reacted instinctively. You trembled beneath him, you threw your head back as a wave of pleasure crashed through you.
He devoured you with slow, deliberate intent, each movement of his tongue precise and devastating. Little mewls and gasps spilled from your lips, helpless and sweet, as he explored every inch of your slick heat—like he had all the time in the world to worship you exactly how you needed.
He dragged a long, deliberate lick up your slit, coaxing a loud, broken moan from deep in your chest. Jinu’s clawed hands gripped your hips firmly, holding you in place as his mouth worked at you with raw, unrelenting hunger. You writhed against his lips, whining, pleading—your body helpless to resist the pleasure he gave so willingly.
When he circled your clit and sucked hard, you cried out, whimpering uncontrollably as waves of bliss washed over you. It was heavenly—addictive—the way his tongue slid between your folds, dipping into your fluttering core and curling just right, pushing you closer and closer to the edge with every motion.
His hands moved to your ass, kneading the soft flesh as he let you grind your hips back against his face. The friction was divine. Sweet, breathy sounds spilled from your lips—moans, gasps, little cries of desperation—each one only spurring him on.
You shuddered as his mouth returned to your clit, sucking gently but insistently. Your thighs trembled as your first high of the evening crept up fast, the pleasure building unbearably tight in your belly. Your hips rocked on their own, seeking out more, chasing it. The coil inside you was about to snap.
Then he plunged his tongue into your pussy again, and you nearly screamed. He massaged your inner walls with his mouth, licking and sucking with fervor, driving you absolutely mad.
“Ah—Daddy, please, I’m so close—ah, ah—” you cried out, your voice cracking with need.
He didn’t slow—if anything, he grew more eager, tongue thrusting rapidly into your pulsing hole, fucking you with wild, perfect rhythm. Heat flushed through your body as you rutted your hips against his face, helpless to stop yourself.
“P-please,” you moaned again, voice wrecked and trembling.
“Come for me, kitten,” he groaned into your pussy, his voice sending shivers through you. Then his thumb pressed firmly against your clit, and everything shattered.
You came with a loud, drawn-out whine, your vision going white at the edges as your body seized with overwhelming pleasure. Your pussy clenched around his tongue again and again as he worked you through it, your entire frame trembling and twitching uncontrollably.
You gasped his name, barely able to form words, your hands clutching the sheets in a death grip. He didn't stop until the aftershocks ran their course, until your hips stuttered and your whines turned into breathless sobs of oversensitivity.
Still, he was gentle. He lapped up your release with reverence, savoring every drop. When he finally pulled away, his lips and chin glistening, his hands caressed your ass with tenderness—possessive, adoring.
“You did so well, angel,” he murmured, voice low and full of deep affection. “You’re always so good to me. Such a good girl. I can never get enough of how good you taste.”
You whimpered at his praise, oversensitive and aching, your body still trembling from the force of your climax. Before you could fully recover, he moved up your back, pressing soft, wet kisses along your spine, then to your shoulders, and finally your neck.
Your whimpers and breathy moans didn’t stop as he spoiled you—touching you, worshipping you, grounding you in his love and lust.
“I love you so much, sweet girl,” Jinu whispered, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.
The room was heavy with anticipation, the air thick with the scent of desire. You lay beneath Jinu, your body a canvas of flushed skin and trembling limbs, every nerve ending alive with the memory of his touch. His words, a whispered confession of love, sent shivers down your spine, and you found yourself melting into the mattress, your defenses crumbling under the weight of his affection. “I love you too,” you breathed, your voice barely audible, as if the words themselves were too heavy to carry.
In response, Jinu withdrew momentarily, his body shifting away from yours. The rustling of fabric filled the silence—the soft slide of his shirt over his broad shoulders, the whisper of his pants hitting the floor. You closed your eyes, your heart pounding in your chest, as the sound of discarded clothing heightened the intimacy of the moment. When you opened them again, Jinu was hovering above you, his gaze intense, his presence commanding yet tender.
His lips found your neck, open-mouthed kisses trailing down your skin like a slow-burning flame. Each touch was deliberate, each press of his lips leaving a mark of possession. He moved to your shoulders, then your jaw, his breath warm against your ear. You whimpered, your body arching involuntarily, your hips instinctively pressing against his. The movement was natural, desperate, as if your body had a mind of its own, seeking the friction it craved.
Jinu’s hands gripped your hips, his fingers digging into your skin as he groaned, his voice deep and raw. His hardness nestled between your ass cheeks. You squirmed, your body a writhing mess of need, your inner walls clenching in anticipation. His cock slid teasingly against your wetness, the tip grazing your entrance before nudging your clit, sending sparks of pleasure through your core.
“Jinu, I need you, please,” you whimpered, your voice laced with desperation. Your hips ground against him, your slick heat coating his length, the friction driving you wild. The tip of his cock teased your entrance, your clit throbbing with each movement. You were a mess, your body trembling, your mind clouded with want.
“I don’t think your tiny pussy can handle my cock,” he teased, his voice husky, his grip on your hips tightening. But you were relentless, your need overwhelming.
“I can handle it,” you insisted, your voice steady despite the chaos within you. “Let me be your good girl.”
Jinu’s hand guided himself to your entrance, his fingers firm as he rubbed the tip of his cock against your swollen clit. Your mind spiraled, the sensation overwhelming, your body arching off the bed.
“Fuck, Jinu, please,” you pleaded, your voice breaking. “I can’t do this anymore. I just need you so bad. My pussy needs you. It needs to be filled with your cock and cum. Please, Daddy. Fill this little hole up, breed this pussy. Daddy, please—”
Your words were a catalyst, sending Jinu over the edge. He growled, his grip on your hips tightening as he tilted them, spreading your legs further apart. His rough, wide hands caressed your ass, his touch both gentle and commanding. He circled his tip around your entrance, the motion slow and deliberate, pulling desperate whines from your lips. You squirmed, your hips wiggling, trying to push back against him, but his hold was firm, his dominance undeniable.
“Be a good girl and be patient,” he groaned against your ear, his breath hot against your skin.
You bit the edge of the pillow, your teeth sinking into the cotton as you mentally prepared yourself. The instant his dewy tip pressed against your entrance, you mewled, your body tensing with anticipation. The fat head of his cock was a promise, a prelude to the fullness you craved. Your stomach seized, the wait torturous, your clit throbbing in time with your racing heart.
“P-please, Daddy—” you croaked, your voice barely a whisper. Jinu’s husky breathing filled the silence, his presence overwhelming, his desire palpable. His flushed cockhead pressed harder, your entrance aching, your clit a throbbing pulse of need.
“Ah fuck, such a pretty and tiny pussy,” he heaved, his voice thick with desire. “Can’t wait to breed this tight pussy all night long.”
A broken gasp left your lips as he finally pressed the tip of his cock against your entrance. You felt his body shift, sitting up against you, his eyes locked on the place where your body struggled to accommodate his girth.
Your walls stretched, a slow, aching attempt to wrap around him, but it was clear from the start that this wouldn’t be easy. His thickness was overwhelming, the tip alone feeling twice as wide as anything you’d ever taken. A whimper escaped you as he pushed forward, the stretch searing through you, his veins dragging against your walls like he was branding you, molding you to his ungodly size.
“Jinu, I can’t—too big,” you whispered, your voice trembling.
He didn’t respond at first, his hands gripping your ass, spreading it open as if to get a better view of your struggle. His gaze was intense, almost clinical, as he watched your dripping cunt fight to accept him. “Poor pussy is so tiny,”he sighed, his voice laced with a mix of amusement and desire. “My little angel can barely take me inside her pretty pussy.”
You felt him pull back slightly, just enough to slick his cock with a few strands of spit, the cool wetness a stark contrast to the heat building between your legs. He pushed forward again, and a broken cry tore from your throat as he breached deeper, the stretch sending a shiver of pleasure and pain through your body.
“Looks like we’re going to have to break you in,” he chuckled, his tone dark and teasing.
His size was monstrous, and as he inched deeper, you felt hysteria bubbling just beneath the surface.
“I thought you said you could handle it?”he growled, his teeth sinking into your shoulder as he held you still. “Begged me to fuck you from behind. In my demon form at that.”
“I c-can’t handle it,” you mewled, your hips stuttering helplessly. “Ah, daddy,” you whimpered, but his grip only tightened, his fingers digging into your hips as he forced his way past your resistance.
“Yes, you will, kitten,” he insisted, his voice a low growl in your ear.
The stretch was excruciating, but it was also intoxicating. Your eyes rolled back as his thick tip bullied its way inside, your pussy fluttering around him in a desperate attempt to adjust. You couldn’t stop the whimpers, the moans, the pathetic sounds that spilled from your lips as he pushed deeper, his cock a relentless force that seemed determined to claim every inch of you.
“Too big…” you mewled, your hands clawing at the sheets.
Jinu’s growl was almost animalistic, his control slipping as he thrust harder, his hips snapping forward with a force that drove him past your tightest point. You screamed, the pleasure overwhelming as your orgasm ripped through you, your body arching off the bed, your toes curling and eyes squeezing shut. His cock felt even bigger now, pressing against your cervix, and you realized with a start that he’d already come inside you, his seed spilling into you as you climaxed.
“Fuck, so fucking tight,” he hissed, his voice strained as he leaned over you, his hands kneading your ass cheeks. “You look so beautiful like this, taking me all the way… like the good girl you are.”
You moaned at his words, your pussy clenching around him, milking his cock as he pulled out slowly, leaving you whining at the emptiness. “Such a needy pussy,”he groaned, before thrusting back into you, his hips snapping forward with a force that made your body slump against the bed.
“Ah, ah, fuck, daddy… oh my god—“ you hiccuped, your voice breaking as he moved his hips slowly but firmly, each thrust sending jolts of pleasure through you. Your pussy pulsed around him, still struggling to adjust to his girth, but the stretch was becoming more bearable, even enjoyable, as your body began to surrender to his dominance.
You moaned loudly, arching your back and pressing your ass up against him, and he gripped your cheeks tightly, his fingers digging into your flesh as he rolled his hips deeply into you. His cock throbbed inside you, and you felt yourself tightening around him, your walls desperate to hold onto every inch of him.
He watched the fat of your ass bounce back against his sharp pelvis, his gaze intense and hungry. “Ah—that’s it, kitten,”he grunted. “Fuck back into me.”
You did as he commanded, pushing back against him, your bodies moving in a rhythm that was both frantic and deliberate. The sounds filling the room were raw and unfiltered—your moans, his grunts, the wet slap of skin against skin—each noise a testament to the intensity of the moment. His cock felt impossibly full inside you, his balls slapping against your clit with each thrust, driving you closer to the edge.
But just as you were about to climax again, he slowed, his movements becoming almost torturously gentle. He pulled out almost completely, leaving just the tip inside you, and you whined, your body aching for more. “So needy,” he murmured, his breath hot against your ear. “Pussy wants me to breed this pussy so bad.”
He thrust back in, slow and deep, his cock stretching you open once more, and you felt your walls flutter around him, desperate to keep him inside. The tension built again, your body trembling on the brink, but he held you there, his grip on your hips unyielding as he controlled the pace, his dominance absolute.
The room was filled with the sounds of your desire—your whimpers, his growls, the wet squelch of his cock moving in and out of you—each noise a punctuation mark in the erotic symphony of your bodies. You felt his cock throbbing inside you, his pre-cum coating your walls, and you knew he was close, his breath coming in sharp gasps as he fought for control.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he rasped, his voice thick with desire. “Taking every inch of me like the good girl you are.”
It was then that you let out a sudden gasp, the air that quickly filled your lungs leaving as a wavering moan of pleasure instead. Jinu’s cock, already impossibly thick and long, seemed to grow even larger, stretching you in ways you hadn’t thought possible. “So big, it’s so fucking big, daddy—, nnnngh, it’s gonna break me,” you whimpered, your voice breaking as the words tumbled out.
Jinu’s hands gripped your hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he thrust deeper, his movements deliberate and powerful. You cried out, your nails scraping against the sheets as you tried to anchor yourself to something, anything, in the face of such intense pleasure. “Fuck, kitten,” he growled, his voice rough with need. “What has you clenching around me so tight?” His words were a mix of question and command, his breath hot against your ear as he leaned in, his lips brushing your skin.
Both of his hands squeezed your ass cheeks, his thumbs spreading them apart as he stared down at the sight of his cock disappearing into your wet, pulsating heat. The way your body greedily swallowed him, the way your hole clenched and released around his thickness, was a sight that made his own breath hitch. “Still taking your pills like a good girl?” he asked, his tone husky, laced with a mixture of dominance and concern.
You shook your head, the movement slight but enough to make his hips stutter, his thrusts slowing to a near stop. You tilted your head back, your eyes meeting his, and in that moment, the temperature in the room seemed to rise even more. “We—we ran out,” you whispered, your voice still thick with arousal, the words barely audible over the sound of your labored breathing.
Jinu’s shaft jerked inside you, a thick bead of precum coating the sensitive walls of your cervix. Your eyes fluttered closed, a desperate moan escaping your lips as the sensation overwhelmed you. It was as if his body knew exactly what you needed, what you craved, and it responded in kind, his cock pulsing with a life of its own.
“Please, breed me—please daddy, n-need your cum. Please—” The words tumbled from your lips, you pleaded full with need. You couldn’t finish the sentence, your voice breaking as Jinu suddenly thrust into you with a force that made the bed creak beneath you.
Your arms trembled, threatening to give out as he drove into you, his hips snapping with a rhythm that was both brutal and beautiful. Jinu’s hands clawed at your hips, his fingers leaving red marks on your skin as he guided you, his movements urgent, primal. He leaned down, his lips pressing kisses along your upper back, his tongue tracing the curve of your spine, each touch sending shivers down your body.
You whimpered, your moans mingling with his as he fucked you harder, the sound of your pleasure fueling his own desire. The room was filled with the wet, messy sounds of your bodies moving together, the slap of skin against skin, the squelch of his cock sliding in and out of your tight, eager pussy.
Jinu’s pace quickened, his thrusts becoming more frantic as he sought to hit that spot, the one that made your body go numb with pleasure. He fucked you from behind, his eyes fixed on the sight of your ass propped up, your face buried in the sheets, your body trembling with each thrust. The air was thick with the scent of sex, the sounds of your combined moans filling the room.
You pushed back against him, your hips meeting his with a desperation that spoke volumes of your need. Your pussy, tiny and tight, struggled to accommodate his thickness still, the walls pulsing and clenching around him as if trying to draw him in deeper. Jinu moaned at the sensation, his hands kneading your ass as he tried to bury himself even further inside you, his tip hitting your cervix with each thrust.
“Too big…” you whined, your voice muffled by the sheets. Your legs were wobbly, your body trembling as you choked on your moans, the pleasure overwhelming. Jinu’s name was a constant refrain on your lips, your cries growing more desperate with each passing moment.
“That’s right, my angel, and you’re going to keep taking it all, even after I’m done breeding this tiny, tight, fucking pussy,”Jinu moaned, his voice thick with desire. He bent over you, his overheated body pressing into your shoulders and back, his long fingers curling around your hips once again.
“God, Jinu-Jinu please. Fuck I—”
You whined as your eyes roller back inside your head.
“What do you want, angel?” He groaned while one of his hands reached around you to slip against your clit as you writhed against him while he applied pressure. The pleasure had the tension tightening in the pit of your stomach, dying for your release.
“Oh, m-my goood… please J-j-Jinu, h-harder, faster p-p-pleaaseee.” You squeaked in between moans. The wet noises of him easing into you over and over had your cheeks burning, realising just how wet and needy you were for him.
The demon buried his face in the crook of your neck, picked up his pace again, fucking you so fast and hard that you swore you never moaned so loud in your life. Suddenly, everything was becoming too much: the pressure against your clit, his grunts, the sticky, sweaty feeling, his scent, his warmth, the drilling of his cock inside you. Just everything. You tried to catch your breath but from how Jinu was thrusting inside you and the rubbing against your clit it felt almost impossible to do so.
“Does that feel good, sweet girl?” he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear. His body leaned closer, his chest pressing against yours, his thrusts becoming deeper, more urgent. You whimpered, your body trembling as you nodded, unable to form words. “Does it feel good? That I’m fucking you like this? Just the way you wanted it.”
“Yes! I-it feels sooooo gooood, Jinu—”you cried, your voice breaking as he continued to hit your most sensitive spots. His fingers never stilled, pressing down on your clit, making you squirm and writhe beneath him. The tension built, the pleasure becoming almost too much to bear.
Jinu’s hips snapped into you again and again, his thrusts deep and relentless. You felt your head spin, the world narrowing to the sensation of his body against yours, his cock filling you, his fingers teasing you to the brink. “I’m sooo so close, p-please…” you begged, your voice desperate, your body on the edge of collapse.
He leaned down, his lips trailing kisses along your neck, his breath hot against your skin. “Come for me, angel,” he murmured, his voice a command. His hips never slowed, his fingers never stilled, and then, with one final thrust, you shattered.
“Ah—” you cried, your body arching off the bed as your orgasm ripped through you. Your eyes rolled back, your world dissolving into pure pleasure. You trembled, your body shaking uncontrollably as you came, your walls clenching around him in waves of ecstasy.
“I want to fill you up, baby girl,”Jinu groaned, his voice thick with need. His pace became erratic, his movements less controlled as he chased his own release. “Going to fuck my cum into you, kitten. Get you nice and full…”
Your walls pulsed around him, tight and desperate, as he continued to thrust, hitting your cervix with every stroke. His groans filled the room, his body tensing as he finally spilled himself inside you, his seed coating your walls, filling you with a warmth that seemed to pool deep within.
“Ah…” you whimpered, your body still shaking, your breath coming in ragged gasps. Jinu exhaled deeply, his body collapsing onto yours, his weight a comforting pressure. You felt his cock still buried within you, still hard, and your body trembled with a mix of satisfaction and anticipation.
He lifted his head, a smug smile playing on his lips as he chuckled darkly in your ear. “I’m not done with you yet,” he whispered, his voice a promise that sent a fresh wave of arousal through you. Your face heated, your heart racing as you remembered his words—he’d promised to fuck and breed you all night.
You whimpered, your body already surrendering to the inevitability of what was to come. Jinu’s lips brushed against your neck, his touch gentle, his presence overwhelming. “You’re mine, kitten,” he murmured, his possessive voice sent a shiver down your spine.
As he began to move again, his hips rocking into yours, you let out a soft cry, your body already aching for more. The love of your life was claiming you, again and again, and you surrendered to the pleasure, to the connection, to the overwhelming sense of being his.
The night stretched before you, endless and full of promise. Jinu’s cock was a constant presence, his body a source of endless pleasure. You were his, and he was yours, and as he fucked you with a passion that left you breathless, you knew this was just the beginning.