Demonic Pornstar System novel Chapter 650

Chapter 650: Seven Days

Seven days later, Kaiden woke to a horn pressing against his nose.

Insistently.

He opened one eye.

Calypso’s face hovered three inches above his, upside down, her red skin flushed with excitement, golden eyes wide and sparkling with the kind of manic pride usually reserved for warriors presenting trophies to their liege.

"Darling, look," she whispered. Loudly. "Look, look, look."

She tilted her head, angling the horn directly into his line of sight. It was whole. Smooth. Polished to a gleam that suggested she’d been awake for at least an hour doing maintenance on it before waking him.

Perfectly symmetrical.

"It grew back," Calypso announced, as though delivering news of a decisive military victory. "Complete regeneration. Flawless."

From somewhere beneath a pile of blankets to Kaiden’s left, Luna’s voice emerged, half-asleep, muffled, and deeply unimpressed. "You’re an ancient demon... You should know your horn will regenerate..."

Calypso didn’t hear her.

Or more accurately, Calypso was in full lovey-dovey maiden demoness mode, and the outside world had been dismissed from her awareness entirely.

"Darling..." She leaned closer, the tip of her horn nearly touching his forehead now, her voice dropping into something softer. Hopeful. Dangerously cute for a woman her might. "Can you give it a final kiss? To mark the successful recovery?"

He looked at her.

At the horn, gleaming and whole above him. At her golden eyes, trembling with anticipation. At her lower lip, caught between her teeth. At the red skin of her throat, warm and smooth, disappearing beneath the loose fabric she’d slept in.

Kaiden’s hand found her hip.

Then slid lower.

His fingers closed around the firm curve of the demoness’s backside and squeezed hard. He hauled her over his chest in one motion, dragging her full weight on top of him until her body pressed flush against his, breasts crushed against his chest, legs tangling with his.

Calypso’s eyes went wide. "Hya?!"

He kissed her.

He kissed her as he owned her. His mouth found hers and took it, ’missing’ the horn by a wide margin. Calypso made a strangled noise of surprise against his lips that lasted approximately half a second before her brain caught up.

Then she melted.

Her hands found his jaw, his neck, his shoulders, grasping and pulling as she kissed him back with growing hunger. Their tongues met, and Calypso whimpered into his mouth, the sound vibrating between them as her hips grinded against his body on pure instinct.

Kaiden was thoroughly enjoying himself.

Then he felt it.

Slender fingers wrapped around his penis, angling him upward with the confidence of someone who’d done this before and knew exactly what she was doing.

He didn’t need to look. He could feel the slyness radiating from his Space Valkyrie without visual confirmation. Nyx’s touch carried the same energy she brought to the battlefield. Fun, purposeful, and delivered with zero hesitation.

’Why not,’ Kaiden thought with an inward shrug.

He gripped Calypso’s hips with both hands and drove upward.

Calypso’s mouth tore free from his.

The strained cry that left her started as shock and transformed into a deep, shuddering moan before it even finished leaving her throat, the sound breaking apart as her body clenched around him. Her back arched, horns catching the morning light, red skin flushing darker across her chest and neck.

"D-Darling!" she gasped, fingers digging into his shoulders hard enough to leave marks.

He didn’t let her finish. His hands locked onto her waist and set the pace, pulling her down as he drove up, each thrust drawing another broken sound from the demoness on top of him. Calypso’s composure shattered within seconds. Her breasts bounced with every movement, heavy and full. They swayed and jiggled directly in Kaiden’s face, and he took full advantage, suckling aggressively on her wonderful nipples.

Calypso cried out.

Her tail whipped around wildly, and her hips moved on their own now, grinding and rolling in desperate rhythm, chasing the sensation with the same feral intensity she brought to the battlefield. Sweat beaded across her collarbone. Her breath came in sharp, ragged bursts, punctuated by moans she couldn’t have silenced if she’d wanted to.

"More..." she begged.

He gave her more.

"Harder..." she pleaded.

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