Little Devil

An excerpt from Little Devil

"Eugenie?"

The nude girl came out of the shadows, lithe and slender, moving like a cat, and penetrating me with her dark eyes. Her skin was a stunning, deep red, with dark hair that fell in ribbons and ringlets around her lovely face.

But two small red horns peeked out of her tresses on the top of her head. And, most astonishingly, from her naked backside extended a long, sinewy tail as thick around as a thumb and tapering to slender cord with a pointed tip at the end; it undulated in the air as she came toward me, like a slithering snake. It was my sweet young Eugenie, but in a most brazen and unnatural form.

Her breasts were small like Eugenie's, and her hips wide and inviting. The sparse, dark red hair between her legs glistened with moisture. Her dark lips gleamed. Her black eyes sparkled with wicked intent.

"You may call me Eugenie, if you like," she said in a low, languid tone.

I knew what she was. She was an obsession come to life.

She took my hard, naked tool in her small hand and raised her hips a little by putting one slender foot on the bed rail. She rubbed the sensitive tip of my prick against her slick cunt lips. "This would feel so good inside me," she cooed.

"Yes. Yes," I gasped.

"There is a small matter," she said. "Just a little blood."

"Anything," I breathed. "Anything."