The Dalwick Demon

by Ashley Bennett

“Beg for it,” she whispered. Beg for it. My tail twitched back and forth with excitement and a smirk curled up one corner of my lips. If this was her taking back some of her control–her power–I was happy to oblige. I stepped out of bed and slowly lowered to my knees in front of her. Digging my hands into the soft globes of her ass, I pulled her close, until my nose was pressed against her stomach. “Iris.” My voice was low and steady. “Please let me see you. Let me fuck you with my tongue. I beg you–allow me to please you.”