The Dalwick Demon

by Ashley Bennett

Another mistress. Why couldn’t they leave those poor women alone? Or at least make the men utilizing their services suffer alongside them?

“It’s Iris.” Iris. “After the flower?” I asked. My mother’s favorite flower.

Not one, but two, bright red cocks hung between Selvyn’s legs. Both had wide, well-defined heads that dripped a clear liquid. Thick ridges covered the shafts, and a set of smooth balls sat just beneath.

“I-I want you to call me your little whore,” I whispered. He pulled back and looked at me with wide eyes. “Are you sure?” “Yes,” I said with a nod. “Alright, my little whore. Lean back and part your legs for me.”

“There is no God here, Iris. He could never bring you this sort of pleasure.”

“Fuck me, Selvyn.” Desire burned bright in her wide, doe eyes. Iris desired me.

“Is this what you want, my little fallen angel? To be fucked by the demon of Dalwick Cave?”

“Take me.” I rasped against the shell of her ear. “Take me like the good little whore you are.”

“Are you ready, little angel? Ready for me to fill both of your tight holes like no human has before?” I asked, my voice gravelly and thick with lust. “Y-yes”,” she said as I trailed the furred tip of my tail down her stomach and across her clit.

“My precious flower. My fallen angel,” he mumbled against my skin.

“Mmm,” he groaned and circled my hole with his tongue. “I want to ruin you, Iris. No man will ever be enough for you after me.” His tongue slipped inside, swirling and stretching, pulsing and pounding, over and over again.

“Undress for me,” I whispered and kissed her neck, biting the soft skin just enough to elicit a moan from her. “Let me worship you and that tight little cunt.”

“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.”

“Such a good little whore,” he grunted, slamming his hips against my ass. “I’m going to fill you with my cum. Have this pussy dripping with it for days.”

Just as my mother would have wanted, I was finally at peace.