The Dalwick Demon

by Ashley Bennett

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

“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.”