Pleasured by the Demon Lord

By Jess Thick

After a stimulating broomstick ride, an innocent witch summons an incubus to ease her lust. A spell gone wrong brings her a much more powerful companion.

Teased by the other witches of the Northward Witch Society for her inexperience in love, Belladonna isn't in the mood to deal with the level of excitement a broom ride back from the annual conference provides.

Summoning an incubus kills two birds with one stone: 1) no more teasing about her innocence; and 2) a more pleasurable ending to the build-up of her stimulating broomstick ride.

Except she accidentally summons the demon lord Uros!

Luckily, Uros is smitten at first sight with the sweet, demanding witch! Before she can realize her mistake, he agrees to her terms and delivers the rough, unprotected night of passion she'd desperately been craving.

But once just isn't enough! Again and again, Belladonna summons Uros, and each meeting is racier than the last! From transmutations to duplications, the muscular devil has a number of tricks up his sleeve to make sure that his sweet little witch becomes his permanently.

A steamy seduction from demonic one-night stand to fertile wedded bliss.

• Language: English
• Publisher: J.B. Black
• Release date: Jan 8, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005324766

Jess Thick

Jess adores the steamy side of romance, exploring the quick scenes that leave your heart fluttering as strong, fertile heroines find their Happily Ever Afters!

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Pleasured by the Demon Lord

A Demon Fantasy Romance

Jess Thick

Pleasured by the Demon Lord by Jess Thick

This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters, and events are fictitious in every regard. Any similarities to actual events and persons, living or dead, are purely coincidental. Any trademarks, service marks, product names, or named features are only for reference. There is no implied endorsement if any of these terms are used.

PLEASURED BY THE DEMON LORD

Copyright © 2020 Jess Thick

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Table of Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter One

Most people never considered the logistics of flying on a broomstick. Some witches sat delicately on it sideways, their knees together as they soared through the sky, but that left bruising in an irritating line across the thighs and buttocks. However, if you straddled the shaft, depending on the thinness, it would press and rub the entire journey. Worse still, if there was any sort of strong updrafts, it would rock and tremble between - teasing and awakening places which left a witch horny to the point of near madness when they arrived where they intended to go.

For that reason (amongst others), Belladonna loathed broom-travel. Now and then, she couldn’t avoid the matter, but whenever possible, she preferred advanced teleportation or even a quick jaunt through the netherworld rather than straddling a broomstick.

Blasted Ivy, Belladonna cursed, rocking on the shaft as her thighs clenched. Side-saddle never worked, but to avoid any incidences, she always flew where she was going side-saddle and then back straddling, so as she left the annual conference of Northward Witches, she rocked back and forth, grinding into the thick handle of her broom as she wrapped her hands around the top of its smoothed and polished wood. Every year, she plans the meeting in the stupidest places. A floating castle only reachable by broomstick. I swear - she does this on purpose.

Which was likely true. Most of the other witches had partners of one sort or another, so returning home ready to climb and ride whatever or whoever never bothered them, but unfortunately, Belladonna had no one waiting for her. Her work took precedence, and - yet again - the other Northward Witches teased her. Though the practice had been long over, they called her ‘the virgin sacrifice,’ whispering about how her innocent scent would attract a powerful demon, but all their joking only left her more and more frustrated.

Landing in front of her cottage, she dismounted her broom. A wet sticking sound echoed through the woods as her slick-soaked panties parted from the mess her trembling sex made on the smooth wood. Belladonna stormed over to her bookshelf.

Virgin sacrifice, they say? she grumbled, pulling book after book from the shelf. Let’s see what they can say after I’ve out-sex an incubus!

She released her broom, letting it walk itself back to the closet as she clapped her hands, putting chalk to rune circles and preparing her summoning circle. Still in her traveling cloak with her skirts covered in dust and the wet, hot juices of her arousal dripping down her nubile thighs, she lit the candles and called in an ancient tongue for her lust to be fulfilled. Sex served as service and payment, so her soul remained her own, and with a good fucking, she would finally be able to look at her broom with something more than mounting frustration.

With a loud pop and crackle, smoke filled the innermost circle. Tiny explosions like firecrackers danced across her dark wood floors, leaving trails of ash in their wake. It would be a nightmare to clean up, but if the demon proved even half as good as all the stories said, it would be well worth the effort.

Come on, you asshole, Belladonna called out. It’s not alchemy! I’m just demanding you fuck me!

Within the smoke, a shadow rose. Two large wings slammed out - wide and covered in dark feathers the same color as the space between stars on a moonless night. Two opalescent eyes shimmered, and as they landed on her, they glimmered like an angular fish’s lantern, posed to draw her closer. With a single flap of his wings, the demon cleared the smoke from the room, and the heat pooled in Belladonna’s belly grew hotter.

Clenching her thighs instinctively, she whimpered, but the tall man stepped forward. Curls of dark black hair styled perfectly atop his head crowned a face fit for a Greek god. Olive skin, high cheekbones, and a defined jawline. Muscles rippled across his broad chest, and the two lines - oh, those perfect lines on his hips like an error to his enormous dick drew her gaze right to the prize. Soft, his manhood hung between muscular thighs. Even unawakened, the shaft left her biting her lip, swallowing the drool which gathered in her mouth.

She just wanted to taste it. To lick and suck at those perfect balls and swallow his thick, girthy cock until she choked or until her nose brushed into the wiry hair which nested at the base. Already huge, he seemed big enough to choke her, but she’d manage if only he didn’t get too much bigger, but - as his dick twitched at her gaze - growing thicker and larger right before her eyes - she knew