Immortals After Dark 07 - Kiss of a Demon King

made with threads of gold, climbing to her mid thighs.
    He'd always thought the traditional dress for the Sorceri females had the potential to be mind-numbingly erotic. He'd never seen it on the right woman.
    Until now. Rydstrom hissed out a curse. Deny it all I want . .
    The Lore held that they'd dressed like this because they were among the physically weakest of all the species. They had no claws, so they mimicked them. They were vulnerable to injury so they protected their heads and their torsos with metal. The masks disconcerted their stronger opponents.
    If she'd been nigh irresistible to him before ...
    She was now his fantasy made flesh-standing framed by an illusion showing his legs nearly buckling as she Sucked him so deep.
    Mine. She turned in a leisurely circle so he could see her from the back. As he beheld her pert ass in that skirt, he thought, I' m undone.
    "I've decided we should get to know one another," she purred, facing him again. "Perhaps you've been reluctant to wed me because you haven't seen what a winning personality I have."
    She let the illusion behind
    her fade.
    "Winning personality," he repeated dumbly. Now she wanted to talk, when he was doing his damnedest not to rock his aching shaft against the cool sheet.
    "I'm curious, demon. What do you enjoy sexually?" He'd been trying to figure that out for most of his life. He knew he enjoyed her dressed like this. It made him fantasize about spending hours divesting her of wicked
    garments.
    The puzzle of unfastening each complicated piece ... the time it would take, the anticipation.
    The knotted leather laces on her metal top alone...
    "It's rumored that you're attracted to good girls, to
    virtuous women."
    After an inward shake, he said, "I want a good queen
    for my people."
    "But that's not what you need in bed."
    "And how would you know that?"
    "By the way you've been eye-fucking my body in this attire and tenting your sheet. Do you know what I think? I think that deep down, you've always wanted a wicked girl. Fate knew it, and that's why I was given to you. I think you've been taking virtuous women-self-sacrificing, boring, virtuous women-only because that's what you were taught to do."
    "You have no idea what you're talking about."
    "I know everything about you, Rydstrom. I've studied you for years, devouring unauthorized biographies of the very old kind. And over the last two days, I've reviewed all the texts on your family's history, on your history. I've been working to reconcile what was written with what I know about you personally."
    Sweat beaded on his brow. How much could she have learned?
    "For instance, I'd read that you attempted your first female on your thirteenth birthday and your second the day after. I believe this to be true."
    It was. For a demon prince, attempting females was critical. He'd bedded one after another, trying to find his consort. Rydstrom had taken more females in the first century of his life than he had during the fourteen that followed.
    She continued, "They were all older than you and they were 'ladies,' which is code for
    'sexually ignorant.' Did they simper? Did they call that your penis instead of your cock?" she asked, pointing a claw -tipped finger at it. "And were they too gentle with it?"
    Yes to all those questions. He hated gentle. He wanted to take a woman over a long night and feel it the next day. When he'd been a young male, he'd had a friend who would show off the claw marks down his back from his latest abandoned conquest. Rydstrom had envied him bitterly.
    "How awkward that must have been, taking one stranger after another. You had so many. And you were so very young to be handling that kind of pressure. The repeated disappointment."
    His bed partners had always been nervous, each one inwardly hoping to break the seal, to become his consort. Sex had begun to be an ordeal, one embarrassing mating after another. "I am sorry that I pulled thy hair"; "Tis fine for you to do so, my liege."
    He grated, "I did what was necessary for the kingdom." His older brother Nylson and their father had found their females in neighboring kingdoms. "We had every reason to expect that I could find my female-"

    "In a virtuous demoness who would be as selfless as you," she finished in a disgusted tone.
    "And instead you found your queen fifteen centuries later in me -a deceitful, thieving, gratuitously violent sorceress."
    "That remains to be seen."
    She gave him an amused expression, a victorious one.