Brolach (Demon #1) by Marata Eros Read Free Book Online Page A

front of her.
    Lucas saved the one who would heal him for last, and turned his attention to the one who so easily would allow his penetration. Of course, she was one of decadence and would visit his home in time-- regardless. She was easy to defile.
    For she wished to be defiled.
    Lucas glanced at the one who still possessed a modicum of modesty, her large breasts cradled inside a thin dressing of white, her hot wetness disguised by a thin strip of material that kept it secret from the heat of his prying gaze. Partial consent would not be enough. The slut at his right who was spread in a wanton heap, her deep sex splayed for his tail to divide and plunder was under demonic thrall. If she had been in her right mind, it would be a pure rape, as it were, it would be a pale recompense- but a delight to plunge his member into something that could barely accept what he gave.
    The one to his left looked as though she would scream again and he clamped a hand over that beautiful mouth. She fought, and Lucas used his other hand to secure her wrists above her head even as his tail sought her companion’s heat.
    He found it easily and her hips rose to meet his phallus tip. It had been responsible for driving a multitude of demon females to the brink of insanity. Though both his phallus and demonic dick were self-lubricating, they were both close to a foot in length and as wide as his wrist.
    Not his problem. But only for his express pleasure.
    The human slut was caught up in her senseless lust, drawn out by his demon thrall and opened her legs wide to receive what he gave in her ignorance.
    She would not be ignorant for long.
    Lucas held the squirming one beneath him as he dipped the tip of his hot phallus inside her female companion. She writhed to accept this small first inch of him and cried out her pleasure inside the tent. Lucas smiled at the one beneath him, tears running to soak the hand that clasped her mouth as her wide eyes took in the fucking of her friend.
    Heather watched the thing stick a long, cylinder of deep red flesh into Trisha, her yelled warnings lost in the hot skin of the demon's hand that covered her mouth and held her down easily; Heather's squirming did nothing to dislodge him as she watched Trisha's hips rise to meet the long length of him.
    Then she began to fight, right on schedule , Lucas mused. “No... no, it's too much,” Trisha panted as half of him was buried into her wet folds. Her eyes widened as he pulled out what he'd put in.
    “ You will take it, human... all of it,” Lucas stabbed his hot cock halfway inside the juicy slickness of her again and she yelled, the pain of his entry breaking through the artificial thrall he'd cast over her.
    Lucas groaned in pleasure as her body resisted his size. He bored in deeper and got impossibly harder when she shrieked at the agony of the twelve inches of him reached the end of her and he sighed at the encapsulation of him inside the partially willing female.
    The one beneath him tried to drive a knee into his erection and he fell on top of her as his tail tip pounded the rest of the way inside the female and she writhed to get away. Lucas began to pant, this is what he'd needed and there were no clothes to get in the way of his pleasure, to heal himself and take.
    And take some more.
    He let his tail work in and out of the female, driving that tip in and out of her, the tightness of her giving it up to his pounding. Finally, he felt something give deep inside her and made his way in ever deeper; her legs spreading even wider, her body sliding against the sleeping blanket underneath her as he drove his length home again and again.
    He took his hand off the one beneath him, leaving her mouth to scream and readied his cock. She gave a blood curdling scream of defiance and the pendant underneath her shirt shone like a falling star. It blinded him as she bit his lip and blood splashed everywhere on her face.
    His blood.
    Lucas flinched at the sweetness of the