Her Dark Prince

“You’re a brat!” He practically spat the words out as he grabbed my discarded leather jacket from the table, and then scooped me up and flung me over his shoulder. My Wolf loved the rough behavior. There were many shouts of encouragement from around the bar, and I saw the succubus bartender give me a wink and a thumbs up. I kicked profusely and used every curse word I knew as he misted us back to his apartment. 

“You think you can just go give another supernatural a fucking horn job? Is that it, princess?” Gray snarled, then threw me down onto his bed in the master bedroom. 

His eyes were wild and silvery. His horn points were elongating before my eyes. I longed to feel them up, knowing they would be so much more pleasing to touch than the Minotaur’s, but in Gray’s furious state, it wasn’t a smart move. He was dangerous right now, and somehow this only excited me more. 

As if to prove my point, a whip-like black tail appeared behind him and formed an arrow-shaped barb at the end. 

He had a fucking tail? 

He held my right arm with his left hand and his tail wrapped around my left arm to hold me tightly in place. With his right hand, he reached down and undid his belt. I gasped as he yanked down the front of his jeans and pulled his hard dick out. It was huge. In the light from the bedside table, I caught a glint of gold. He had a dick piercing of some kind, and it was hot as fuck. My core clenched. 

As he began stroking his cock furiously, he towered over me and caged me in, his muscles bulging. He glared down at me and moved like a man possessed, jerking himself off above me. 

“You think you can just sneak off and get attention elsewhere? I’ll show you the attention you deserve, princess,” he snarled. 

Where he gripped me, his claws dug into my hip with a slight bite of pain, and it only turned me on more. The harder he stroked himself above me, the wetter I became. I wanted to explore that massive dick, suck on him like a lollipop, and run my tongue over his piercing.

Gray seemed to be losing more and more control of himself. His body was starting to grow, to take on more height—it made me wonder how much taller he would be when fully shifted. All the while, he continued stroking with jerky motions. Faster and faster, he moved. His breaths became gasping pants.

He used his claws to slash open the little black dress I was wearing, bearing my breasts fully for him. He groaned at the sight and fisted himself harder. My thighs were slick—I was so damn wet, having long ago soaked through my tiny black thong. The scents of both our arousals were thick in the air, and my Wolf was going crazy within me, loving every second of this. She wanted the dominating demon above me, and she needed him to claim her.

“Fuuuuuck,” Gray roared desperately as he threw back his head and found his release. Thick spurts of cum came shooting out to paint my breasts and stomach, effectively marking his territory. He stroked himself a few more times before slowing. 

Chest heaving, his silver eyes toured the mess he’d made. Pure prideful possession filled his expression. He was damn proud of marking me with his cum in a figurative claiming. And so was I.