Astaroth didn’t need to be told twice. He followed her in, pausing to wipe his feet on the towel she’d set at the entrance. His feet were cold and tender from running over bare ground, but he would have chased her for hours.
Calladia sat cross-legged on her sleeping bag, twisting her hair into a wet bun. Then she pulled a piece of yarn out of her pack and started weaving. “Ayorva en aerquí,” she said. The air inside the tent instantly warmed.
Astaroth sighed in relief as he finished zipping the tent shut. “Thanks.”
“Can’t let the delicate demon freeze to death.” She handed him a towel to pat himself dry, then leaned back, bracing herself on her arms. The maneuver had the happy effect of pushing her breasts up and out. They were perky, with puffy pink nipples, and a faint constellation of moles dotted the side of her right breast. He wanted to map every mark on her body with his tongue.
“You look like you’ve never seen boobs before,” Calladia said.
“Correction,” he said, hunching to avoid stabbing holes in the canvas with his horns. The lights swirled around him before settling into place at the peaked top of the tent. “I’ve never seen your boobs before.”
Amusement glimmered in her eyes. “Surely after six centuries they all look the same.”
“Absolutely not.” Astaroth loved breasts—and bodies—of all sizes and shapes, but he had to admit this pair had a stunning feature that set them leagues beyond any others. They belonged to Calladia. “I can confidently say this is the best pair of breasts in the universe. And if they were smaller or bigger or you only had one or none at all, it would be just as perfect.”
She wrinkled her nose. “How’s that?”
“Because you, Calladia, are perfect. Is your body a certified wonder that drives me wild with lust? Absolutely.” He lightly tapped the side of her head. “But what’s in here matters most.”
Her eyes softened, and she shifted, unthreading her crossed legs. She drew her knees up and spread her thighs, revealing her glistening pink center. “And what’s up in my head that’s so arousing?” she asked. “Is it the pigheaded obstinacy or the inclination to violence?”
“Both.”
“Hey!” She slapped his shoulder, though she was laughing. “You’re not supposed to agree.”
“I like obstinate, pigheaded brawlers,” he said. “I think you like being one, too.”
She grinned. “Maybe.”
“Isn’t that fortunate for us?” Astaroth returned her smile, enjoying how her breath hitched. His gaze dropped to her pussy. “Are you ready for me to go down on you again?”
“Again?” Her eyebrows soared. “Don’t you want me to give you a blow job instead?”
The thought of her smart mouth wrapping around his cock made it twitch in anticipation, but no self-respecting hedonist would skip indulging in her body as many times as she let him. “If that’s something you want to do, then I’m all for it, but I’ve been fantasizing about making you come for days. You really think one orgasm is all I want from you?”
“I was hoping for two,” she said. “The appetizer and the main course.”
He scoffed. Two? Two was for amateurs. She deserved so many orgasms she lost the ability to move. “Calladia, that first orgasm was just the aperitif.”
“I don’t know what that word means.” She sounded breathless. Her cheeks still held the pink glow of her pleasure, and he wanted to see that color deepen and spread across her entire body.
“An aperitif is an alcoholic beverage drunk before a meal to whet the appetite.” He grinned and snapped his teeth at her. “We haven’t even gotten to the appetizers.”
She shook her head. “Only you could turn dirty talk into a lesson on fine dining.”
“Speaking of dining . . .” He licked his lips. “I think it’s time for the next course.”
She scrambled back like a crab, laughing. “Astaroth!”
“Calladia!” he said, mocking her shocked tone.
“You can’t go down on me forever and not let me reciprocate.” Insecurity tinged her voice, the worry of someone who wasn’t used to receiving more than she gave.
“Forever might be a stretch,” he agreed, “considering my newly mortal state, but I’ll give it a go anyway.”
Before she could argue, because Lucifer knew the woman would find a reason to argue about anything and everything, Astaroth lowered himself between her legs. His shoulders pressed her thighs wide, and he hooked his arms around them to keep her in place.
Calladia let out a shocked noise when he licked her in a long stripe from back to front. She wriggled, but he held her down, then dipped even lower, circling her puckered hole with his tongue.
“Demons eat ass,” she said faintly. “Who knew?”
If she was able to commentate, he wasn’t working hard enough. Astaroth bent himself to the task with the thoroughness and patience of an immortal, tasting every centimeter of accessible skin. By the time he’d worked his way up to her clit, she was squirming.
He slid a finger inside her as he sucked her clit, and Calladia half sat up with a loud cry. She grabbed his horns and ground against his face, and Astaroth nearly came. Demon horns were practically another sex organ in the right circumstance, and shivers raced down his spine as her cool hands gripped him. He snarled and shook his head, rubbing his nose and chin over her.
“Get on your back,” Calladia ordered.
He made a noise of disagreement and slipped a second finger inside her. He crooked his fingers and dragged them out slowly, massaging her inner wall.
“Get on your back right now.”
Was she upset? Astaroth stopped instantly and knelt upright. “Are you all right?” he asked, swiping his forearm over his mouth.
Sweat beaded Calladia’s hairline, and she looked like she wanted to eat him alive. “About to be even better.” She planted a hand in the center of his chest and pushed.
Not upset, then. Good. Astaroth went to his back without a fight, curious what she wanted to do.
Calladia straddled his face, then swung her leg around to face backward. She tugged his underwear down, and then her mouth closed around the tip of his cock.
Astaroth let out a long, low groan. Calladia bobbed up and down, gradually taking more of him, then sucked her way up until the tip popped out from between her lips. That maneuver was followed by the swirl of her tongue around the sensitive crown of his shaft.
Battle lines had been drawn.
Astaroth tugged her down against his face, determined to make her orgasm fast and hard. He licked and ate at her ravenously, clutching her so close he could barely breathe.
Calladia moaned around his dick, then bobbed her head more aggressively, matching his energy. She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and pumped in time with her movements, and Astaroth had to grit his teeth and focus on his technique to avoid coming down her throat.
Of course oral sex would be a competition between them. It was how they did things. And Calladia might be a fearsome competitor, but Astaroth was still going to win.
He rubbed her clit with his fingers, using the firm circles he’d found she liked best, while his mouth covered the rest of her with wet, sloppy kisses.