Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 40901 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 205(@200wpm)___ 164(@250wpm)___ 136(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40901 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 205(@200wpm)___ 164(@250wpm)___ 136(@300wpm)
Starlight’s arms wrap tight around me, snugging me close, as if I am a human who can fall. He likes to look after me almost as much as he loves to hurt me. I wonder if he is as conflicted as I am, torn between hatred and love, lust and loathing. I have no reason to feel tenderly toward him. He is a tool being used in the effort to corrupt me. He believes that he is acting in the best interests of humanity because the devil has lied to him.
I feel Starlight lift me up, propping my hips out of the way of the horse. Then I feel his fingers in the waistband of my pants, lowering them. It is a motion that takes a little time as we move with the motion of Deimos. When he pulls me back, it is not onto the back of the demonic beast, but onto the length of his cock.
“Oh my fucking…” I gasp in surprise as I feel that thick, probing head playing along the length of my slit.
“You’re wet,” he growls in my ear.
He’s not wrong. I am absolutely aroused by all these events, by the revelations of the devil, the excitement of the moment, the promise of freedom and the reality of captivity. It is a rare opportunity for me to express my angelic nature without fear of frightening the normies, as it were.
He impales me slowly in time with the motion of the horse, his hands moving up to cup my breasts as he fucks me with the kind of controlled movements a man who finds himself two thousand feet above the Earth does when all he has is a saddle and his own core strength to keep him on the back of his mount.
Starlight is strong. When he holds me it is as though I weigh nothing at all. He lifts me up and down on his cock, using Deimos as a fulcrum, his arms as the lever, and my cunt as his personal pleasure toy.
“You’re drawn to the dark, aren’t you, Katie?” His lust-heavy purrs make my pussy clench and my clit tingle. I reach down to touch myself, giving myself that extra little bit of complicity in this twisted sexual sky game.
I easily kept my distance from Sheriff Starlight for nearly a decade until succumbing to his hunt only because I was betrayed. Now, as my pussy stretches around the hot length of his cock, I am wondering if I didn’t make a mistake. Perhaps I should have had more than one hot Vegas night with him. Maybe it would have done us both good.
Attraction is one thing, attachment is something else. I was always attracted to Starlight. He’s devilishly handsome, and he carries himself with the arrogance of a man who has given himself permission to do whatever is necessary in order to get what he wants. That energy is very sexually appealing to almost any woman. We know when a man is dangerous, and we thrill to it. But if we are sensible, he also has to be safe, for us. I do not have any guarantees that the man making me ride his cock is safe for me.
A sensible woman would renew her efforts to flee. I am not a sensible woman. I, too, am a woman of power, and by all logical methods, my powers should be greater than his, but for the fact he is backed by the devil, while I appear to have been abandoned by my maker in the same way all humans are, left to fate to make our own decisions.
Starlight releases his grip on my breast and moves his hand down to cover mine at the apex of my thighs. He is taking over here too, his big warm fingers playing with my clit, rubbing me harder and faster, strumming my sex and leaving me to writhe on his cock, no longer guided up and down by anything other than the movement of the demon beast.
SCCWWWWOOMMPP!
A dark shadow passes by on the right, a light aircraft containing a single pilot. We find ourselves eye to eye with a man who will never be believed by anybody. He’ll tell the story of the time he saw a devil fucking an angel on the back of a fire-eyed horse until the day he dies.
Starlight laughs and sends Deimos back down toward Earth. We cannot risk being spotted again, so he tells me as he rides me down toward the ground too, his cock plunging in and out of my soaked pussy as his steed races for banal dirt below.
I’m going to come. He’s going to come. I can feel his urgency almost as intensely as I feel my own, the growing grinding, rutting climax shared between us, pleasure moving back and forth between us with every thrust. We are not divine or supernatural in this moment. We are two animals knotting, one female desperate for the release cock can give her, and one male intent on filling her at all costs.