11. Kai’rin
11
KAI’RIN
I can't think straight anymore.
I doubt she knows what she's asking for, but that doesn't stop my body's reaction. I want to show her how dark I can be. I want to see her handle it.
And before I know what I'm doing, I'm out of my chair, only in my training pants and undershirt, and tugging Aren out the door behind me. This need to consume her is pounding through me, building like a wave of anger since I can't tame it, and I'm about to unleash.
I take her to the closest temple, my mind whirring with thoughts I've been trying to suppress. I storm through the doors, dragging Aren by her arm. Her delicate frame stumbles behind my long strides, but I don't slow down.
"You want to pray so badly?" My voice echoes off the high ceiling. "Let's see how devoted you really are."
I throw her forward. She catches herself on her hands and knees before the grand altar, her dark waves spilling over her shoulders. The sight of her prostrate before me stirs something primal.
"This is what worship looks like." I circle her like prey, my wings spread wide to cast her in shadow. "On your knees, little flame. Just like that."
Her chest rises and falls rapidly, but she keeps her head bowed. The perfect picture of submission. Yet I catch the defiant set of her jaw, the way her fingers curl against the cold stone.
"Look at me."
When she doesn't move, I grab her chin, forcing those deep brown eyes to meet mine. A shiver runs through her body, but she doesn't look away.
"You spend so much time on your knees for your gods." I lean down, close enough to feel her quick breaths against my skin. "But I'm right here, flesh and blood before you. I'm the one who owns you, the one who holds your life in my hands."
Her skin flushes, but still she says nothing. The silence grates against my nerves. I want to hear her voice, want to make her acknowledge me.
"What's wrong, little flame?" I trace my thumb across her lower lip. "Lost your prayers?"
She tries to turn away but I hold her firm. The pulse in her throat flutters like a trapped bird. Power surges through me, violet light dancing in my eyes, reflecting off the tears gathering in hers.
"I'll teach you new ones."
Aren’s breath hitches as I loom over her, circling like a predator. I can see the beads of sweat gathering at her hairline, the quiver in her lips as she fights to form the words.
"Pray," I command, my voice resonating like thunder. "Go on, pray to your gods and goddesses."
She bows her head, palms pressed into the altar steps. Her dark hair spills over her shoulders, a curtain of silk against the stark white of her simple dress. Her prayers are soft, whispered pleas to deities I don’t believe in, but they pull something else out of me.
I step closer, my boot heels echoing against the stone. My hand finds the hem of her skirt, fingers curling into the fabric. She stiffens as I begin to lift it, exposing the pale skin of her legs.
"What are you doing?" Her voice is a trembling whisper, her prayers faltering.
"Taking part," I say, my voice low and dangerous. "Don’t you give offerings to your gods? Well, I'm here now. And I want my offering."
Her breath hitches again, and she tries to pull away, but my grip on her skirt tightens. The fabric bunches in my hand, revealing more of her. The sight of her vulnerable, exposed, sends a surge of power through me. I can feel the violet light in my eyes, the flicker of magic igniting.
"Kai, please?—"
"Pray," I interrupt, my voice like a whip. "Pray to your gods and ask them for guidance. Ask them to save you from the darkness."
She swallows hard, her throat working with the effort. But she obeys, her voice barely a whisper as she resumes her prayers. I can see the determination in her deep brown eyes, the strength that lies beneath her submission. It only fuels my darkness.
I lean down, my breath hot against her ear. "Keep praying, little flame. Let them see what you offer to me."
Her body shakes slightly, but she doesn’t stop. Her words are so soft I can barely hear them, but her voice is a soft caress that pushes me on. I can feel her submission, the way she holds herself together even as I push her to the edge.
I lean in closer, my hand moving higher under her skirt. Her breath catches, but she doesn’t stop her whisperings. She’s mine, completely and utterly.
And I am taking my offering, my fingers trailing along the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Aren's breath hitches, her prayers faltering as I touch her, but she doesn't stop me.
"That’s it," I murmur, my voice a low rumble as I slide my hand higher. "Let them hear you. Let them know you’re mine."
She gasps, her prayers faltering for a moment before she finds her voice again. And as she prays, I take what I want, what she offers. The temple echoes with our dark dance, my dominance and her submission.
She’s mine, and no god or goddess can change that.
"Is this what you want, little flame?" I murmur, my voice a low rumble as I lean in, my hand moving higher. Her dress is bunched around her hips, exposing her to me completely.
She's trembling, but not from fear. I can smell her arousal, see the flush on her dark skin. Her underwear is soaked, and I tease her through them, biting back a groan.
She gasps, her hands clenching into fists at her sides. "Kai, you shouldn't?—"
"Shouldn't what?" I interrupt, my voice harsh.
I pull the underwear to the side and slide my fingers through her slit, feeling her wetness. Her body arches into mine, and I get so fucking hard it's hard to process anything else.
Needing more, I push a finger inside her, feeling her tightness, her heat. Holy shit, she is perfect. So warm and wet and begging me to take her.
She moans softly, her body betraying her words. I tease her as I pump in and out of her. "Shouldn't touch you like this?" I add another finger, stretching her, preparing her.
She bites her lip, trying to suppress her moans. "We... we shouldn't," she manages to say, her voice barely a whisper.
I lean in, my breath hot against her ear. "If you want me to stop, beg your gods, little flame. Beg them to stop me."
She swallows hard, her throat working with the effort. But she doesn't beg. Instead, she meets my gaze, her eyes filled with a mix of lust and despair. I can see the struggle within her, the battle between her faith and her desire.
I move my fingers in and out of her, my thumb finding her sensitive nub. She gasps, her hips moving in rhythm with my hand. Her body is responding to me, even as her mind fights it.
"You're so wet, little flame," I murmur, my voice dark with desire. "Is this how you get for someone you should hate?"
She shakes her head, her dark hair swaying with the movement. "I... I don't..."
I increase the pace, my fingers driving into her with force. Her moans fill the temple, echoing off the cold stone walls. She's close, I can feel it. Her body is tensing, her breath coming in quick gasps.
"Beg, Aren," I command, my voice harsh. "Beg someone to help you."
But she doesn't. Instead, she cries out, her body convulsing as she comes on my hand. Her inner walls clamp down on my fingers, her wetness coating my skin. I watch her, my eyes glowing with violet light, as she rides out her pleasure, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm.
And as she comes down, her breath slowing, her body relaxing, I lean in, my voice a low whisper. "Your gods didn't stop me, little flame. They can't save you from me."
I slide my fingers out, gripping myself through my pants. Maybe I should resist, but right now, I can't. I fucking need her. The sight of her prostrate before me, vulnerable and exposed, stirs something primal within me.
Deftly, I unlace my pants, pulling my cock out and stroking it. I grip her hips, pulling her back as she gasps but doesn't fight me.
"Clearly, you're partial to my kind of worship," I grunt, positioning myself at her entrance. I hear her soft, whispered prayers, but I’m too consumed by the primal need to care about their meaning.
As I slide in slowly, her body tenses briefly, then yields, accepting me fully. She gasps at the intrusion, her hands gripping the stone for support. Her heat envelops me, driving me to the brink of madness. I grunt again, savoring how incredible she feels.
It takes some work to stretch her tight little cunt, but it feels so godsdamned good. She's perfect. Clearly made for divinity.
And I don't mind taking.
"No more denial, little flame," I murmur, my voice rough with desire. I begin to move, thrusting into her with growing intensity. Each surge forward is a declaration, a claim. Her moans fill the temple, echoing off the cold stone walls, intermingling with her whispered prayers.
She feels incredible, her body tightening around me with every thrust. I can feel her building tension, the way her breath grows ragged, and her body shakes with need. Her prayers falter but resume with desperate fervor, matching the rhythm of our bodies.
"Kai," she gasps, my name on her lips a mixture of desperation and pleasure.
I increase the pace, driving into her with feral intensity. I want to break her in so many ways, and I can feel her coming undone now. I want it all. Want everything she has to give. Her body quivers as she approaches the edge.
Her moans turn into cries, her body convulsing as she reaches her climax. Her inner walls clamp down on me, her wetness coating my length. I hold her tight as she rides out her pleasure, my grip on her hips bruising.
She collapses forward, her breath coming in quick gasps. Her prayers have turned into incoherent whispers, her body trembling with the aftermath. And as she comes down from the high, I lean in, my voice a low whisper. "It doesn't sound like you were praying to your gods that time, Aren."
I yank Aren up, my hand wrapping around her delicate throat as I hold her to me and start thrusting again. Her pulse flutters wildly under my fingertips, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
I bring my lips to her ear, my voice a low growl. "If you want to beg someone, beg me, little flame."
Her body trembles, but she doesn't try to pull away. She knows she's mine, that her fate is sealed. I can feel the heat of her, the scent of her arousal filling the air. She's as drawn to this darkness as I am to her light.
"Beg me for grace before I destroy your sweet pussy," I murmur, my grip tightening slightly. Her breath hitches, her fingers clawing at my arm. "Beg me for more, because I know you want it. I can feel it, Aren. You can't hide from me."
She swallows hard, her throat working against my palm. Her voice is a whisper, barely audible, but it's the sweetest sound I've ever heard. "Please, Kai. Fill me." Her body clamps down on me, and in the sweetest, most desperate voice, she whimpers, " I'm begging you. "
Those three words are my undoing. A primal roar escapes my lips as I thrust into her, my control snapping. Her body arches against mine, her cry of pleasure echoing through the temple. I can feel her, all of her, as I claim her completely.
My wings spread wide, casting us in shadow, as I drive into her with all the force of my desire. Her nails dig into my skin, her body holding onto mine as if it's her lifeline. Each thrust is deeper, harder, pushing us both to the edge.
Her eyes meet mine, her deep brown gaze filled with a mix of fear and ecstasy. I can see her soul in those eyes, the strength and the light that draws me in. And in that moment, I want to consume her, to make her a part of me forever.
"Kai," she gasps, her body tightening around me. Her orgasm rips through her, her inner walls clamping down on me, milking me for all I'm worth. And with a final, brutal thrust, I follow her over the edge.
I climax inside her, my roar of release echoing through the temple. My body shakes with the force of it, my seed filling her completely. I hold her tight, my grip on her throat unyielding, as we both ride out the storm.
And as we come down, her body relaxing against mine, I know that she's mine. Completely and utterly mine.