Free Demons End (Tremble Island) by Lynn Ray Lewis

so weary from this lethargy claiming her limbs, and now he had the nerve to attempt a seduction? His purple eyes glowed as he pulled her to face him.
    Her eyes were changing to black and he found himself laughing in anticipation. “Come here and let me feed your needs, you are so weary that it is making my conscience weep. For future reference, I do have one, no matter what legend says.” He received a small trickle of energy pull from her, perhaps in warning. Her control was admirable, but she would need energy for this journey, and she would be his mate, so he laid his lips to hers. He got the response that he expected, doubled. Her mouth opened under his and he felt the vibration of the shriek of the banshee all the way to his toes. Her hands became claws that he held away from his body by curling her arms behind her. His hands kept them shackled in place as he fueled her senses with his tongue licking hers.
    She tried to keep a leash on the banshee, but he continued to provoke and demand, so she let her come out to greet him. His acceptance of the grotesque being trapped in his arms should have made him scream in fear. She drew on his energy as fast as she could and yet, he had not moved, attempted to flee, or even whimpered a bit. Not that it mattered now, she had given him warning before he insisted on molesting her, his demise would be on his own head.
    Instead of him writhing in pain, begging for help or mercy, his hands left her wrists and began to pull her body closer to his. When she felt a hand caress her left buttcheek, she gasped. The sight of his face with small horns growing from his forehead, gave the banshee a thrill. His eyes glowed brighter like small purple fires and his mouth, that instrument of pleasure, was parted over a thick tongue retreating between thick sensuous lips. The banshee actually purred as her energy was filled and her body heated to a thrilling level. She reached to touch one of his horns, and at her touch, the demon took over completely.
    She found herself on her back in the soft grass. Her shift was shoved to her waist and pulled down under her breasts. She was back in her human form, and he was too. His head was lowering between her thighs and she wanted to protest, but not as much as she wanted the feelings his body was invoking from hers. The feeling of his lips and tongue lapping at her, sliding between the lips, and deeper into her vaginal canal, made her cry out. Her feet planted on the ground with thighs spread as wide as she could part them, began to raise her lower body to invite him, offering deeper access to her secrets. His tongue kept penetrating the small channel and barely touched a spot inside that made her whimper each time he teased that spot. She wanted more and grabbed the hair on his head to hold him in place, but his tongue kept tickling the spot and retreating to lick at the rest of her moist flesh. She felt a finger enter into play while his mouth sucked at the small nubbin at the top of her slit, she started to shake.
    He licked up onto the space between her hipbones and slowly made his way to her breasts. Her nipples were hard before his mouth found them, as soon as he began licking and biting at them, she began pushing her chest up for more. His first finger was drowning in her juices, widening her with a second and third finger to make her passage ready for his thick prick. “You see, little banshee, I can take what you have to give and you can take all of me without cause for alarm. You give me such an enticing meal with your body’s cream and flesh as sweet as any fruit. Enjoy me as I enjoy you. Let me have your pleasure now, kitten, let go of that control you hold so close and I will give you pleasure you have only dreamed of until now. The feel of your tight kitty surrounding and sucking at my fingers excites me.” He curled his fingers up inside of her passage and scraped them over and over on the small rough spot, and she cried out as pleasure