Neither can he

Ophelia fell backward onto Isaac’s king-size mattress, breasts bouncing. She opened her mouth to say something, but Isaac lunged for her, straddling her quickly, pressing his lips to hers. She moaned into the kiss, her hands landing on his waist and holding him tight. Her body ran hot under his touch, twitching and writhing already.

“How do you want to do this?” Isaac asked as he broke away from the kiss, pressing his forehead to hers.

She simply whined in response, the sound needy and keening. She fumbled with the buttons on Isaac’s shirt, her hands a bit too big and blunt to quickly undo them. Isaac took over, locking eyes with her. Her crimson gaze was glowing, that fractured-glass-like quality now shifting and swirling in her eyes.

“Tell me how you want me to touch you,” Isaac whispered as he shed his shirt. He pushed his hands up her top, his hands gliding over the hard ridges of her abs to find the soft, warm pillows of her breasts.

“E-everywhere,” Ophelia moaned. Her hands landed back on Isaac, feverishly running her hands up and down his torso. She rubbed all his hard muscle, squeezed all his softer edges. “F-fuck me, gods, please.”

Isaac lightly dragged his fingernails over her skin and she gasped. He captured her mouth with his again, pushing a hand into her pants, gliding over her crotch and cupping her slick slit. He slid two fingers up her pussy, grazing across her clit, and brought his now-wet fingers up to her mouth.

Ophelia took his fingers into her mouth. While she licked them clean, he explored her body with his other hand. He traced her abs, traced some small scars, but stopped when his fingers found a broad, jagged scar on her side. He paused. “What happened to you?” He muttered softly.

Ophelia groaned around his fingers, reaching out for him again. He pulled his hand back so she could speak, and the first words out of her mouth were, “Fuck y-you, hurry up.”

“Okay, I’m gonna-”

“Isaac, I love you, but I need your cock now,” she hissed. Isaac’s hand found her nipple and pinched, and her back arched as she cried out in pleasure. “Fuck!”

Isaac laughed softly and adjusted his position “Slow down, Ophelia. We’re just getting started.” He grabbed her sweatpants and pulled them free, and he found himself briefly stunned.

Ophelia spread her legs quickly, showing her glistening pussy under a small patch of red curls. Isaac admired her for a moment, touching her waist, hips, thighs, feeling every inch of smooth, soft, and scarred skin. As he undid his belt and shoved down his pants, he paused again.

On her outer thigh was a tattoo, about six inches long, a silver-white marking of a shattered chain. When the half-nude demoness before him whined, he snapped to, freeing his already-hard cock.

“Put it in,” Ophelia panted, hands over her eyes, “please, fuck-!”

“I’m getting there, I’m getting there!” Isaac laughed. He put his hand just above her pussy, grazing her clit with his thumb. When she yelped, he chuckled again and spread her slit. He leaned in close enough for his breath to touch her skin and he felt her shiver under his hands. “I know you’re anxious, but I’m taking it slow.”

Isaac kissed down her thighs, eventually meeting her pussy. He sucked on her clit and felt his cock harden further as she let out a sharp yelp. He carefully licked her pussy, spreading her folds with his tongue, drawing out moans and gasps from the demon.

“Ready now, Ophelia?” He asked as he pulled back, wiping his face. “You’re dripping…”

“Shut the fu-!” She started, but broke off into a gasp as Isaac pushed in. He didn’t go very deep, only pushing his tip into her folds, but it shut her up all the same. He went in easy, her pussy dripping arousal. Ophelia groaned as Isaac pushed a bit deeper, then pulled back. Her words came out in a sputtering flow of broken swears and gasps when Isaac continued moving.

Isaac was prepared for it to probably be fairly tight and warm, but as he slowly pushed deeper into her, he was shocked by the heat surrounding his cock. It teetered on the edge of discomfort, but it was forgotten as soon as she let out another keening whine.

“You are hungry, aren’t you?” Isaac murmured, sliding out almost completely.

“Gods, Isaac, I swear to fuck!” She growled, propping herself up slightly to make eye contact with him. “Don’t make me-!”

He thrusted hard, pushing his entire length into her. That growl became a wordless cry, her eyes rolling back. Isaac pumped his hips, fucking her hard and fast. “Don’t make you… what?” Isaac asked, grinning.

“F-fuck you,” Ophelia groaned weakly in reply, one of her hands reaching under her shirt to squeeze her breast, while the other clutched at the bedsheets. “Your cock-!”

“What?” Isaac asked breathlessly. “What about it?”

“So fucking big,” the demoness moaned.

Isaac laughed softly at the concept. He certainly wasn’t what he would consider big, especially to a woman of her size, but he appreciated it nonetheless. He adjusted his pace to a rolling thrust, laying on top of her. It felt good to be this close to her, see the pleasure in her face, breathe in her deep, cinnamon-smoke scent.

Cliche as he knew it was, Isaac knew he loved her already.

He pounded into her, drawing out pleading moans from Ophelia. “Want to cum?” Isaac muttered, running his hands up and down her body.

“Mhm!” Ophelia only replied with a muffled affirmative, groping at her breasts through her shirt. Isaac’s cock slid in and out of her smoothly, lewd wet sounds accompanying his panting breaths and the demon woman’s moans. He held her tightly by the hips and hammered his cock into her, grinning as her eyes rolled back.

Ophelia tensed under him. “C-cumming!” She warned, before she started to tremble. She cried out loudly, her grip on the bedsheets tightening even further. Her hole clenched tightly and it was Isaac’s turn to groan, the spasming grip of her pussy already pushing him near the edge.

Isaac pushed her shirt up to fully reveal her breasts, large, soft pillows topped with hard, dark nipples. He couldn’t resist reaching out to squeeze and grope the soft flesh. Every pinch made Ophelia whine and clench, the demon still riding out her climax. He kept thrusting, but he was getting dangerously close to his limit.

“O-oh, fuck,” Isaac groaned, starting to pull back. “Gonna cum.”

In an instant, Ophelia’s legs had wrapped around him, locking him in, and she seized his arm. “Don’t you fucking dare,” she growled. Her eyes were glowing bright, half-lidded.

Isaac weakly tried to pull out of her leglock, even though he knew it was in vain. “What about-”

“Can’t get pregnant,” she muttered, pulling him in close. “Implant from the… the place… fuck, just cum in me, please…” She kissed him, deep and hungry, her breath hot.

That pushed him over the edge. He hilted himself in Ophelia, spilling deep inside her with a groan. He throbbed and groaned, cumming for what felt like an eternity. “Fuck… good girl, Ophelia…” He murmured between kisses.

“Gods, fuck,” Ophelia moaned against Isaac’s mouth. “So good…”

“You are… fantastic, Ophelia…” Isaac panted as he came down from his climax, her words sending chills down his spine. “I… fuck…”

“Hah… not too bad yourself, love.”

“Thanks for that.”

“I should be saying the same to you.”

“So… what next?”

“Nap time,” Ophelia murmured, easily lifting herself and Isaac into a more comfortable position. She wrapped herself around him, her warm embrace enveloping him.

“What?”

“Sleepy.”

“Don’t want food?” Isaac asked softly. He was feeling the exhaustion starting to wash over him already, and he wasn’t opposed…

“Nope… sleep now…”

Isaac couldn’t really argue with that.