Sinful Cravings: Lust of the Demon (Paranormal/Supernatural/Erotic Romance)

Amelia Grey is the first magic user in her family since her great grandmother died decades ago, but her powers come at a cost: in order to use them she has to be at least highly aroused, if not actually having an orgasm. While training herself to use these new abilities, Amelia discovered that she prefers to fantasize about men who aren't quite human. When Amelia's younger sister is abducted by an unknown force and all her own efforts to locate her fail, she resorts to summoning a demon to find answers. The only questions left are what the demon's price for the information will be and can Amelia possibly afford to refuse? This is the first story in the Sinful Cravings series. Check back regularly for further updates. Explicit: This 5000 word erotic supernatural romance contains fantasies of being licked, fingered and fucked by a non-human stranger and a young woman masturbating for a demon's pleasure. Extract: The trapped demon glared at her for a moment longer and then he changed. The skin on his forehead strained and split as two long, barbed horns burst through, curving slightly upwards. The black nails on each of his fingers grew thicker and longer, becoming wickedly sharp talons. His entire frame expanded upwards and outwards, rippling with bulging muscle. He now filled almost the entire circle. Last of all, Amelia noticed that the demon's already extravagant cock had more than grown to match his new proportions. It was now at least three feet long, several inches in girth and the broad helmeted head had swollen and deepened in color so much that it almost appeared to be black. As Amelia watched the tip bob hypnotically back and forth, a drop of thick, pearly whiteness bubbled out from the slit and gathered for just a moment before splattering to the ground, where it steamed in the night air. He didn't look so weak now. When the demon next spoke, its voice had become a deep, animalistic growl. “You dare to bind me, witch? Your commands mean less to me than the mewling of a newborn! When I break free from this circle, I will drag you to hell and make you my sex slave! I will have you in chains and force you to beg for my cock, day and night! You. Cannot. Contain. ME!” With a bestial howl of rage, the demon began to thrash around inside the invisible prison; slashing at the air with its talons, slamming his shoulders about and ramming forwards with his horned head. Every time the demon connected with it, a small burst of light in the air revealed the outline of Amelia's magical barrier. This is what she had been expecting and Amelia just let him rage. She could feel the impacts it made against her barrier as faint sensations inside her mind. She closed her eyes and focussed on maintaining her state of arousal without giving into the incredibly compelling urge to just let herself finally cum. She needed the demon to answer her questions or this entire ritual, along with the months of planning and research behind it, would have been a waste. She hadn't allowed herself an orgasm for almost six weeks while building up the sexual energy she would need to power this ritual and the feeling of her long, slender fingers bumping against her swollen clit as they dipped again and again in between her red and puffy lips was the single most intoxicating experience of her entire life. The demon pounding against her one means of protection was a grounding sensation and helped her to keep her mind on the task at hand.