Free Livvy's Devil Dom by Raven McAllan Page B

when
he fucked her with his cock or finger. Every so often a gush of her arousal
slipped past his horn to coat her legs. Then he shuddered and groaned.
    "Liv-love, I
can't help this. Take a deep breath, and hold me tight inside. Because if my
horn makes me come, my cock will spill all over us, and you'll have to lick it
off me and me off you. We'll defer on the sheets."
    What the hell is he rambling on about?   Being impaled on a hot throbbing horn
didn't add to the ability to think coherently. She didn't bother to answer him
or try to work out how his cock was so agile. She just clenched her inner
muscles and refused to let him go.
    The roar he gave
should have been heard in the capital. With strength he hadn't shown before,
Sael lifted her ass into the air—without taking his horn out—and his cock
grazed her ass. His horn shuddered, his body shook, and he was right. Cum coated
her.
    Livvy floated, and
saw bright colored lights. She was only dimly aware of Seal slumping next to
her before he gathered her into his arms and let his other horn stroke over her
neck.
    She snuggled into
him, and pressed her lips to his nipple. He wriggled, and she giggled.
"That's not an invitation for the next round. That's a thank you."
    "Not for a few
minutes anyway."
      She looked up at him, and he laughed. "Ah,
pet, you are so easy to read at times. Now rest there until I run a bath. Um
you're not too sore, are you? I got a bit carried away and didn't temper my
pulsars."
    "Is that what
it's called?"
    He nodded.
    "Er no, just all
hot and well hot. But having said that, I don't want to be impaled
on a horn every time. Even if it does bring a new meaning to the
expression I'm horny. Oh shit, you having such unusual thingies and all that. I
can't come pregnant though a horn can I?"
    "Thingies? Thingies, sheesh, woman." He laughed so hard he nearly
fell off the bed. Livvy was oh so tempted to give him a helping hand. "No,
I can only make babies with my semen."
    "Enough now,
let's hope it doesn't come to that. I'd love to love you just because." He
sighed. "But, oh well let’s just take it one small step at a time."
    So would she like
that sweet loving—just occasionally—but she had creeping crawly sensations over
her skin. So much was going on, and she didn't think nice, easy, non-baby-making
vanilla was on the agenda.
    "Sleep,
love. We both need sleep." He kissed her on the nose, and shut his
eyes.
    Livvy didn't sleep. She
simply held onto him tightly, as if by doing so, she could imprint every
nuance, every fiber of his being onto her memory. She knew by the way Sael's
breath was even and regimented, he didn't sleep either.
    It seemed too soon
before he kissed her and whispered in her ear.
    "Time,
love."
    Livvy obediently left
the bed, showered, and dressed simply in jeans and a T-shirt. She noticed he
did the same. She had a thought, one that had niggled her on and off for several days, one she hadn't dared, or wanted, to voice.
    "How do we get
to your home, Sael? I guess a 747 won't hack it, and I think the space shuttle
is booked."
    He laughed and kissed
her until she was breathless and panting. His cock rubbed her, and she felt
herself grow wet as she reached for him, to touch and tease, but he'd stopped
her.
    "No time. We
need to go." Even his stance changed. He seemed taller, and more
intimidating. Gone were the twinkling eyes and easy grin. This Sael looked
harder, more serious.
    He led her into the
bathroom. Livvy stared. The big, ornate mirror hadn't been there before. Sael
took her hand and walked toward it. The light shimmered, and the room blurred.
    Livvy blinked.
    "Where are
we?" She looked around her, curious to see craggy rocks and a bright light
that spilled through a natural arch.
    "The
portal," Sael said. "The mirror in your bathroom was your human end,
and this cave is my Saffaul end."
    "So we just flew
here? No plane, just us? And I missed it, how?"
    "I chose to
bring you, without your conscious knowing. I felt it