How Now Devil Cow

by S. A. Parker

He clearly had some pent-up anger to release …

  He kisses me forcefully, nibbling at my lip then slides his tongue down my body, circling my nipples one by one, licking my belly, reaching my sweet peach where he parts my lips and blows hot breath over my aching clit.

  My back arches and he flicks his tongue at my peak. “Yes, oh yes, you devil!” I scream, running my fingers through his hair.

  He smiles against the outer shell of my lady cave. “You like that?”

  I nod, squirming beneath him. “More, give me more!”

  And then his mouth is on me, his devil tongue inside me … thrusting his heat at my core in a rhythmic, pulsing wave.

  I reach back and wrap my hands around the thick, marble corner post, thighs clenching while his efforts intensify, sending me into orgasmic fucking glory. I free-fall into the wave of pleasure, screaming out my release, tugging and pushing on the post while I ride the waves of my orgasm.

  There’s a loud grinding sound, and the post gives way beneath my hands. Chunks of alabaster marble fall around us. Miraculously, none of them land on me as I rock and grind, wringing every last drop of orgasmic splendour from the moment. Takes more than a crumbling marble post to put me off my stride. Although I have noticed a halt in the probing tongue department down below …

  I open my eyes and sit up to see that Lucifer is a still, solid lump between my legs, face to folds with my pert little flower pot.

  “Lucy?” I curl forward and tap him on the shoulder.

  No answer.

  Hmm.

  “Did my vagina put you to sleep?”

  Silence.

  Damn. Looks like he’s settled in for a nap between my thighs. Just when I was ripe and ready to attempt to ride his devil dick, too.

  “Wakey, wakey.” I tap his head, frowning when I see my fingers smeared with blood.

  “Oh, fuck. Lucifer?” I thread my fingers into his ebony curls, fisting them, and tug his head back—so his nose is no longer nestled in the trawls of my vagina—and slap the bastard on the face. Hard. “C’mon, big boy. Wake up.” I slap him again for good measure and breathe a big sigh of relief when he rouses.

  He looks at me with sleepy eyes and a vacant expression, his body boneless between my legs. “Did I just pass out?” he slurs.

  “Something like that.” I decide it’s best not to mention the blood.

  He looks around, eyes widening, perhaps because his bed’s littered with rubble … and one of his posts is missing.

  I grimace.

  “You ruined my bed?”

  I suck my bottom lip between my teeth. “Just a little. It was a bed-breaking orgasm. Truly, you should be taking it as a compliment.”

  He blinks, sighs, and crawls up, pushing his body weight onto his forearms. Hovering over me, his massive, and I mean massive erection dominates my view—that thing’s apocalypse-proof.

  “The flag’s still flying at full mast …”

  He cocks a sleepy brow, watching me with a cautious gaze. “Can I trust you?”

  “With your devil dick? Of course!”

  He looks doubtful, like he doesn’t believe a single word that just came out of my mouth, so I manoeuvre him onto his back—wincing when he lands spine-to-marble and has to reach beneath himself to haul out the lump of rubble and toss it to the ground.

  I straddle him, enjoying the feel of his strong body between my thighs, a cunning grin curling my lips. I lick his nipple, running my teeth along the hardening tip, and giggle when his entire body bolts at the scrumptious scrape. I soothe the hurt with a gentle lap of my tongue, feeling his cock harden further beneath me, keening for the dampness between my thighs.

  I grind my hips, once, twice, then travel featherlight kisses down his porcelain stomach, trailing the crease between his impressive abs to the delicious V, and the soft trail of dark hair that points directly to his ever-ready cock.

  I grip it, my small hand struggling to make it all the way around the impressive girth, and run my tongue up the shaft before lightly circling the tip.

  Lucifer groans, heaving what appears to be a sigh of … relief?

  Smiling, I pump at his dick, lick my lips, then attempt to drop my mouth over it, quietly chuffed with my effort when I manage to get the head in.

  I start to move—up and down, sliding my hand in the same motion because there’s no way in hell I’m deep throating the whole thing … I’d probably choke to second death.

  I feel his body relax beneath me, hear his deep moans of pleasure, and it spurs me on … I tighten my jaw around his cock and sink my teeth into his flesh just a little bit.

  Apparently not my best move because the moment I bite down, I’m thrown off the bed into a sprawling heap on the ground, suffering from a serious case of lock-jaw.

  “What the fuck was that?” he hisses, inspecting his dick, a deep frown creasing his brow.

  I click my jaw back into place and scramble to my feet. “My teeth?”

  “I know that!” His voice cracks on the last word. “Why were they embedded in my cock?”

  I shrug, twiddling my thumbs. “Don’t you ever have that urge to just … you know, bite something?”

  His face darkens, and I’m suddenly flipped onto the bed, back to the covers, Lucifer’s hips nestled between my legs.

  He reaches between us and fists his cock, rubs it over my clit, through my slick folds then settles it at my entrance. “You want this?” The words pour out of his mouth like hot honey.

  Groaning—I roll my hips, tilting them, edging the head of his dick into my throbbing need. “Yes. Yes, I want it …”

  Lucifer growls, deep and feral, then rolls his hips and slides inside me. He moves tentatively until he’s sheathed to the hilt while I writhe beneath him, trying to adjust to his delicious, intrusive size.

  Then he starts to move, teeth bared, watching my face with keen intensity.

  “Harder,” I plead, revelling in the feel of him, digging my nails into his arse and pulsing my hips to urge him on, which seems to be all the permission he needs. He starts to thrust into me at a galloping pace, fury and determination twisting his features while I gasp at the brimming sensation.

  My breasts are bounding with the force, my screams of shocked desire splitting the air. I lose myself to the cataclysmic pleasure, wrapping my fist in his hair and pulling. He howls, grabs my hands, and forces them to the bed.

  Smiling, I propel myself forward and sink my teeth into his shoulder.

  He roars and thrusts into me in long, violent strokes.

  “Yes, Lucy, yes!” I scream.

  “It’s Luuuccccifer!” he bellows, thighs clenching, cock pulsing. I widen my legs, and he drives into me with renewed vigour, eyes blazing, teeth bared as his orgasm shreds through him and he empties himself.

  Finally, he collapses in a gasping, floppy heap; his flaccid penis still inside me. I move against it, trying to gain friction, to no avail.

  Hmm.

  I jiggle my hips and pat him on the back. “That was, ahh … great. I mean, I didn’t come, but …” his muscles tense, and my words trail off temporarily. “You know, I once knew a man who could do it seven times in a row. It was pretty impressi”

  Lucy grabs a handful of arse cheek, and I pause, feeling him harden inside me again.

  Growling, rising above me, blood trickling from the bite mark I gave him, he grabs my left leg, tossing it over his shoulder. He thrusts into me and I gasp, the position so overwhelming that it’s almost too much to handle.

  “This is intense,” I manage to grind out, causing his grip on my knee to tighten and his hips to jerk faster. Harder. Like a man possessed.

  Holy fuck. I shake my head, running my fingers through my mass of tangled hair, yanking it this way and that while I try to diffuse the overwhelming tension building inside me.

  “I’m going to come,” I groan, feeling the yearning fire reach the point of no return.

  He reaches between my legs and swirls his thumb over my clit. “Tha
t’s the fucking point.”

  As if on cue, my orgasm rips through me in a fierce torrent of pleasure. I scream so loud my voice cracks, my body curling forward as my internal walls clench. I dig my nails into his arse cheeks, ignoring the feral growl coming from the devil milking my climax.

  When I finally come down from the orgasmic high, I push away from Lucifer, forcing my jelly limbs to untangle themselves. I rise on shaky knees, shoving him onto the bed, and am shocked when he actually complies. The man’s twice my size.

  Smiling, I throw my leg over his magnificent body and straddle him, fist his cock, then line it up at my entrance with blood-stained fingers.

  “What are you doing …?” he moans, eyeing my tiny hand wrapped around his thick shaft.

  I shrug, doing my best to throw him a seductive wink, though it ends up being more of a double blink. “Taking charge.”

  I don’t miss the scarcely veiled fear that flashes across his eyes.

  “Don’t worry, Lucy,” I coo, patting him on the cheek. “I’ll take care of you.”

  He opens his mouth to say something, but I shift my hips, dropping myself onto him. His words emit in the form of a strangled moan while I start to ride his devil dick like a fucking rodeo queen.

  Forty-five minutes later, we’re coated in pillow feathers and sprawled at the bottom of the stairs, having somehow propelled ourselves out of the dishevelled loft.

  “That was amazing …” I pant, the aftermath of my orgasm pulsing through my body. “Your devil dick rocked my angel cave something fierce.”

  Chest heaving, smiling, I look at Lucifer—gulping air, crumbled on the ground next to me, staring at the ceiling. His hair is a mass of ebony tangles, his magnificent body covered with bite and scratch marks. A trickle of blood trails from his nose.

  Oops.

  Somehow, I’ve survived unscathed.

  When he finally shifts, it’s with a heaving groan as he slowly uncurls, bats the loose feathers off his bloodied body, then limps towards the couch. He drags off a throw, tosses it at me, then flicks his fingers and a pair of black briefs form around his sleeping dick. He walks to what appears to be a giant white button on the wall and pushes it.

  There’s a blinding flash of light.

  When it dissolves, it leaves us with the glowing presence of an angel—broad shoulders, majestic wings, flowing white cape attached to torso hugging, golden angel armour; with shoulder-length hair the same glistening shade as his gear. His features are chiselled and commanding—eyes a deep shimmering aqua, vivid against his tawny, flawless skin.

  And that chin dimple … can’t forget that chin dimple. I can never forget that chin dimple.

  The angel glances at me, his face falls slack, mouth drops open, and he turns to face … the wall?

  “Hey, Gabe!” I shout, waving my hand at him enthusiastically. “Turn around! I’m over here!”

  He doesn’t

  I pout.

  Lucifer sighs then rubs at his face, though the motion makes him wince. Probably all the abrasions. “Gabriel, turn around,” he growls.

  Slowly, very slowly, Gabriel turns … eyes cast downward.

  That’s odd; angels are usually all perky and shit.

  “Do you know this woman?” Lucifer asks, his tone dark and brooding.

  Gabriel shakes his head.

  I frown … surely he hasn’t forgotten me; I last saw him just a few days ago. “Yes, you do. Remember that time we … you know.” I make a circle with my thumb and forefinger then pump a finger through the hole, reminiscing that time at twilight when we played hide the sausage mid-flight, after my boob popped out to say hello and he lost the fight against the pull of my glorious nipple.

  Gabriel winces.

  “You had sex with her too?” Lucifer asks, his tone incredulous.

  Gabriel looks up, glances at me and shivers. “You make it sound nice. What we did was anything but nice.”

  Huh? I thought it was quite nice.

  “Did she try to bite your cock off, too?” Lucifer asks, the question sounding far too genuine.

  “You’re going to give a girl a complex. I was trying to be kinky,” I counter. “I once saw some heavenly porn where this woman scraped her teeth along this man’s cock, and he loved it. His feathers fluffed and he exploded his creamy filling all through her mouth. Perhaps I don’t have the knack for it … maybe I just need more practice.” I look at each of them hopefully. “Anyone keen?”

  They both throw their hands up defensively, wearing horrified expressions.

  “You almost broke skin,” Lucifer groans.

  I let out a huff, wrapping the throw around my shoulders and sheltering my underappreciated self. “Barely.”

  He reaches into his briefs and hauls out his penis. “See, right there.” He points at what appears to be a row of teeth marks circumnavigating the globe. Perfectly straight, I might add.

  Gabrielle audibly winces.

  “Well, aren’t you precious,” I say, waving a hand. “Nice penis, by the way. Probably the nicest one I’ve ever seen.”

  Gabriel makes a choking sound.

  I look over at the angel, who’s wide-eyed and speechless, assessing me with a shocked expression. “Sorry, Gabe. Yours was nice too, but I didn’t like how it did that glowing thing. Honestly? There’s nothing worse than giving a man a blowjob and being blinded by his penis.”

  Lucifer snort laughs. “His dick glows?”

  “Yes! Did yours not when you … you know, had fluffy golden wings?”

  He shakes his head, frowning.

  “Do you want me to show you?” I chirp, ignoring the dramatic choking sound coming from the archangel over there.

  “I’m not showing him my d-d-d-doodle!” Gabriel bellows.

  Lucifer does nothing to contain his amusement at the archangel’s inability to swear.

  I frown at Gabe, arching a brow. “Don’t be such a killjoy. He showed you his.”

  He folds his arms, shakes his head and glares at me, unmoving.

  I stand and walk towards Lucifer, dismissing the way his amusement quickly dissolves into a frightened expression while he backs himself into the wall. “Seems Gabriel has a touch of glowing cock complex. Sorry, no show and tell today, Daddy Death.”

  “Don’t call me that,” he growls.

  “Why not?”

  “Because you lit half my kingdom on fire, among other things.”

  Gabriel stifles a laugh with a false cough.

  I roll my eyes. “What’s your problem? The place is already on fire. If anything, I helped you re-decorate. Added to the ambience.”

  Lucifer narrows his gaze. “You grabbed two of my guards by their cocks.”

  “They were falling to their second death!” I shriek, throwing my hands up and flashing them both my boobs.

  Gabriel clears his throat and his groin starts to glow, shards of luminosity beaming through the gaps in his angel gear. He stifles his dick light with a couple of splayed hands.

  “Yes. And they still fell to their second death,” Lucifer grinds through his teeth, seemingly missing the light show.

  “That was unfortunate, though I can’t be held accountable. I had a firm grip on their dicks—you’re the one who told me to let them go.”

  “I told you not to let them go!”

  “Stop nit-picking.”

  Gabriel backs towards the door.

  “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” Lucifer snarls, an aura of flames erupting around his tattered body.

  “Aren’t we done here?” Gabrielle’s wings look like they’re ready to propel him into the air at the first sign of a devil nod.

  “No. We’re far from fucking done. You’re bound to your godly duty,” Lucifer growls, his voice deep and commanding, the flame surrounding him turning iridescent blue.

  I take a step away, afraid of losing my entire head of hair.

  “Please don’t do this to me.” Gabriel drops to his knees, palms together, glowing groin ta
mpered. “Please!”

  Lucifer glares at him, arms crossed. “She was your problem before she was mine.”

  “She dyed a coven of angels blue!” Gabriel screeches. “Do you know how hard it is to get blue dye out of angel feathers?”

  “Oh, I’d forgotten about that!” I chime, smiling widely, before plucking a stray feather from my wayward locks.

  “Impossible. It’s impossible. I now have a coven of peace angels that look like oversized, feathery smurfs.”

  “Honestly, you should be thanking me.” I knot the blanket above my boobs and walk towards him, shaking my head when he stands and scrambles back a few steps. “Everything’s so white and gold up there, we needed a bit of colour to brighten things up.”

  “Quiet,” Lucifer demands, snapping at my attention. “You’re not helping.”

  “Not helping what?” I ask, confused.

  He sighs, waving a hand in Gabriel’s direction. “I’m trying to convince him to take you off my hands.”

  I gape at him. Fucking Devil. No wonder he fell from grace. “But I just rocked your cock! I liberated your oversized devil dick with my fallen angel vagina, and all you have to say is ‘wham, bam, thank you, ma’am’?”

  He shrugs, causing a cut across his shoulder to dribble blood down his torso. “Honestly, I’m just glad I got out of you alive.”

  I pout.

  “No,” Gabe begs, his voice an angelic whine.

  “Gabriel, you fucking owe me,” Lucifer states. “Remember?”

  “Let it go, man! That was almost six thousand years ago. I’m not taking her back!”

  Lucifer shrugs. “Then I’ll cast her into limbo, and you and I both know she won’t survive out there.”

  Gabriel’s features morph into desperation, his eyes pleading.

  Lucifer smirks, triumph etched in his sexy, ruby gaze. “Oh, moral dilemma … to save the girl and be the good godly warrior, or to let her be cast aside, and risk tumbling from grace for being ungodly? Decisions, decisions.”

  I perch on the edge of the couch, gaze darting between the two.

  Gabriel’s face turns scarlet—his fists clenched bone white, teeth gritted in explosive resolve. “Fudge you, man! Fudge you! This is such fudging sugar!”

  Lucifer leans against the wall and crosses his ankles—looking more relaxed than I’ve seen him since we first met in that dreary office. “You could just risk the fall from grace; then you wouldn’t have to spend the rest of eternity saying ‘sugar’ instead of ‘shit’.”