FALLEN ANGEL: MARRIED TO THE DEMON KING
Chapter 63: THE NO LONGER ANGRY DEMON QUEEN (2)

Chapter 63: THE NO LONGER ANGRY DEMON QUEEN (2)

She moved lower and slid down to the floor on her knees and started to undo the ties of his pants. King Varziel let her move, loosening the grip on her hips to allow her to move. "You want to..." He did not finish his words, as if scared to even utter them out loud.

"Yes." Arella looked up at him to give him her best sultry smile. "I tend to believe I am not too bad at it," she murmured as she finally managed to pull his pants open and tug them down. He lifted his hips, allowing her to do as she wished.

His exposed cock thrust up into the air, and all Arella could think at that moment was how gorgeous it looked. The tip of it was a light dusty shade of pink, and the hard length had veins running down it. Her mouth watered.

Unable to resist, she took him in her hand, then dragged her tongue along the length. "I think I want to put my mouth everywhere." She looked up at him through hooded eyes.

King Varziel let out a throaty groan when she started pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses along the ridges of his cock. A bead of pre-cum pooled at the head, and Arella moved to immediately lap up the salty drops.

More followed, and Arella took several minutes to just lick and explore the crown of his cock with her tongue. She wrapped her fingers around the base and pumped once, twice, eliciting a full body shudder from him.

For a moment, Arella was sure that he was going to cum from just that.

But he did not. She did, however, stop to look up at him.

His hands were gripping tightly on the armrests of his chair, and his gaze was fixed on her.

Arella watched him as he watched her. Watched as his breath hitched in his throat after she had licked all the way from the base to the head of his length. Watched the way he gripped onto his chair tighter after she had taken the head of his cock in her mouth and sucked hard.

He made an ’unh’ sound in the back of his throat, and his right hand finally strayed to her hair, tangling in the locks. Encouraged, she took him deeper, rubbing the length of her tongue against him as she pulled him into her mouth. She could not take him very far though, so she wrapped her hand tight along the base of his length and pumped as she used her mouth.

Finally, his other hand let go of the chair to also sink into her hair. His hips rose along with her movements, and the taste of him filled her senses.

"My queen," he muttered, "you are teasing me."

"Mmmm," she hummed, knowing he would feel it all along his length.

The grip on her hair tightened slightly, and he begun to guide her mouth, his hips moving in time with her head. She was no longer in control now, but she did not find that she hated it. Him fucking her mouth felt so gloriously filthy and wonderful all at once.

Eager to make him cum, she pumped him with her hand and sucked even harder, faster this time.

He hissed, and his hand pushed her away gently. "I am close, my queen," he groaned.

"I know," she told him, "I want you to cum in my mouth."

He made a low sound from the back of his throat, then dragged her head back to his cock. Arella giggled at his enthusiasm, but it was quickly stifled as she took him back into her mouth to continue her ministrations.

The grip on her hair tightened as his hips worked faster. She could feel the tension in his body as his hot warmth spilled into her mouth. The sounds he made as he came were glorious. She peeked up at him to see him watching her, so she sucked some more, swallowing as much of his spend as she could. He was coming even harder, gritting her name out between his clenched teeth.

His hips fell back to the chair a second later, and Arella popped his cock out of her mouth, taking a huge breath as she used the back of her hand to wipe her chin clean. She looked at the cum for her second before sticking out her tongue to lick and swallow that up as well.

King Varziel’s breath hitched in his throat, and a second later, Arella found herself floating off of the ground, and her back was tightly pressed onto the table. Her wings flapped slightly at the sudden movement, and it was then she realized that a shadowy rope had been wrapped around her wings and wrists, pinning her onto the table.

Arella gasped as her legs were pushed apart, and he stood between them, already hard a second time. Her skirt was quickly bunched up at her waist, and King Varziel groaned, "The scent of you is always overwhelming." He pulled the chair close to the table and sat.

"Is it that good?" Arella found herself chuckling despite the position she had been placed in.

"It is," He pushed aside her underwear and nuzzled at her folds, his tongue dragging over sensitive flesh.

Arella’s back arched at the sudden sensation.

At that moment, it did not matter how open that position was, because she wanted him to do whatever he had just done again.

Her wish was granted when he pushed her folds apart with his seeking lips, and then his tongue dragged all the way down her pussy, from core to clit. Being bound meant she could not move as she was licked slowly, up and down, over and over.

A soft whimper escaped her throat because it was the most delicious kind of torture.

If she thought his tongue felt good in her mouth when they kissed, it was nothing compared to how it felt when he went down on her. It was electrifying. She shuddered against him, crying out because he had just dragged his tongue against her core and dipped the tip of it inside of her.

He pushed his tongue deep inside her again, and she moaned, unable to feel anything except from him, right there, between her legs.

"You are so wet," he says, and found her clit, teasing it with his fingers. "I love how you taste my queen."

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