Chapter 5 #2
Without another word, he hooks me under my hips and drags me to the foot of the bed. The sheets are cool against my hot skin. Tossing my knees over his shoulder, he slides between my legs.
“Next time you’ll have to let me suck you,” I pout.
“Next time,” he agrees with a terse nod. “I have to be inside you. Now.”
Gripping his massive length in his hand, he slaps it against my clit, causing my whole body to jerk. My pink flesh is painted with his milky seed.
He smacks me with it over and over until I’m trembling.
Dragging his hardness through my folds, our mingling releases coat the head of his cock.
I’m so wet he should have no problem sliding into me.
My body is relaxed enough from my earlier climaxes.
I’m not ignorant—my books taught me to expect a bit of pain for my first time—but I’m more eager than afraid.
The head of his cock pushes into my entrance, and my eyes nearly fall shut.
Baezal grips my ankle, opening me up wider to his thrust. His invasion of me is slow and measured.
I watch him strain while holding himself back.
The scales of his cock glide along my inner walls and make me see stars.
His cock reaches the barrier of my virginity.
Baezal curses, leaning down to capture my lips in a bruising kiss.
“Forgive me, my angel.”
Laying another searing kiss on me, his hips punch forward, and he is sheathed fully inside me.
The pinch of pain I felt burns as he remains still.
He stretches me to the point I feel obscenely full.
I kiss him back slowly, my body trying to adjust to this new sensation.
There is pain—he is large, and I’m a virgin—but it quickly begins to recede.
His fingers rub my clit gently as his lips continue to work mine. My hands fall to his back, resting at the base of his wings. I hold onto them tightly, knowing things will not stay this gentle for long.
“Beautiful,” Baezal sighs, before kissing my left breast. “Brave.”
Words of adoration are whispered against my heated flesh. The longer he remains still, the deeper my desire becomes. The pain is gone. All I want now is for him to make good on his promise. I want to feel him every time I walk in the morning.
“Move,” I encourage.
Baezal looks unsure, so I kiss him again. Pressing our foreheads together, I stare into his sapphire gaze.
“Please, Baezal. Fuck me.”
Baezal growls as he kisses me one final time.
Gripping my ankle tightly, he opens me wide and slides back.
The feel of the scales on his cock is pure bliss.
He withdraws until only his head remains in me and then thrusts forward.
I groan as I’m stretched again. The feel of his girth steals my breath.
His heavy balls brush against my ass as he spears into me again.
My breasts jostle at the force of his claiming.
There is a primal edge to each of his movements that sets my blood on fire.
My wantonness has reached new depths after tonight.
To know this pleasure exists but to be bereft of it would kill me.
My future is entwined with Baezal's. No one could give me the type of bliss he does.
With each thrust, the shackles of my past crumble into dust. I am reborn in this bed as the true me.
Baezal pushes deep inside me, and I can taste freedom on my tongue.
All I smell is him—smoke and night air. Baezal is everywhere, inside me and in my heart.
In this moment, we are one. As I watch his gray cock disappear into my pink opening, I’ve never felt so connected to another.
I clench down on him and am rewarded by his growl.
“You have the face of an angel, but your pussy is positively unholy,” he snarls, thrusting into me without reprieve. “It is the rapture and damnation all in one. A male will commit blasphemy just to worship it until the end of his days.”
“Baezal,” I sigh. “You feel so good. Fuck me harder. Please.”
I fall back onto my elbows so I can see the whole scene more clearly.
Baezal’s hands go to my hips as he fucks me on and off of his length.
His wings spread out behind him. We make quite a picture.
A demon rutting into the deflowered Sister—it is blasphemy, but nothing has ever felt more right in my life.
I grip the sheets around me as he powers into me. Our bodies smack together in a symphony of slapping, wet flesh. Each drag of his scales brings me closer to my peak.
“Baezal. Yes!” I scream. “You were always meant to be my first.”
Madness dances in his bright eyes. His claws grip me harder until I’m sure they’ve pierced through my skin.
“And only.”
It’s the closest he’s come to a confession. It sends white-hot pleasure licking up my skin. He fucks me harder than seems possible. Each thrust is deeper than the last. We slide up the bed with the force of his movements.
I nod frantically as my peak looms closer.
“I belong to you, Baezal. I’m yours.”
He snarls at my words, tossing my legs over his shoulders and locking his arms around them. He powers into me from below, the fit of us even tighter than before. The monster he tries so hard to hide is out on full display. His movements are primal and claiming. I love every way he dominates me.
“Going to keep you forever, my angel. They kept you from me. Locked away in a monastery beyond my reach—they will pay for keeping us apart.”
My hands fall to his powerful thighs as he lifts my bottom half completely off the bed. His fangs snap at my ankles as my vision begins to darken at the edges.
“Father Knoll wanted me for himself. Kept me there in the hopes of having me one day, but you set me free. You saved me.”
My confession is broken up by sobs of pleasure. Baezal snarls, his eyes nearly entirely black.
“If that bastard ever comes looking for you, I’ll kill him,” he vows. “Gut him and make him watch me fuck you as his life slips away, knowing you were only ever mine.”
A scream is ripped from my lungs as I clench down tightly on his thrusting cock.
My climax surprises me. It was Baezal’s words that had sent me over the edge.
His devotion to me and the violence he vowed to inflict on the man who scared me for so long.
The finality in his claim had sent me tumbling over the edge and headfirst into pleasure.
Arousal soaks us both as Baezal continues to power into me.
Only once I’ve started to come down does he slow his thrusts.
Pushing deep, he drops my legs and leans over me.
Finding my mouth, he slicks his tongue against mine.
My body feels like jelly. I can barely keep my eyes open, but Baezal just chuckles.
“I’m not done with you yet.”
Before I can say another word, he pulls me from bed and sets me on my feet. Kissing me swiftly, he turns me towards the wall. His hands find my hips and gently tip me forward. With his help, he guides my right foot atop the barren nightstand. My palms flatten against the wall for balance.
His claws collect my sweat-soaked hair and drape it over my shoulder.
I was tired before, but now, as I feel his tongue lick along my spine, I’ve come awake again.
His knees hit the floor with a soft thud.
Claws prick the cheeks of my ass as he gently spreads them apart.
His tongue presses against my back entrance.
I moan, my head falling against the cool stone wall.
Gently pushing his slick muscles into my asshole, I feel my breath catch.
He doesn’t push too far until he retreats.
His tongue licks into my pussy as if in a simple greeting.
Nipping both of my cheeks, I hear him rise to his feet.
His cock lines up with my entrance, and he enters me in one hard thrust.
It’s tighter this way. I have no doubt I’ll be sore tomorrow, and I welcome the discomfort.
Arching my back, he pulls my hips away from the wall and kicks my feet apart.
He powers into me, my ass cushioning the cradle of his hips.
His scales drag inside me, the rhythm bordering between pleasure and pain.
His lips find my ear.
“Do you like this, sweet Willow?” he whispers. “Being fucked by a monster like you are his plaything.”
I nod, my forehead scraping against the wall.
“I love it.”
Baezal chuckles darkly, his hand raises to wrap around the length of my hair. He snatches my head back. My scalp prickles on the very edge of discomfort.
“My angel doesn’t act like a virgin. She opens her legs wider for me—begs me to take her harder.” His teeth bite into my neck, and I scream, clenching down on his cock. “You are a wanton woman—a vixen. You were forged in the flames of desire and need a rough fucking to keep you satisfied.”
My mouth opens on a moan. I look up at him, knowing what needs to be said to send us both falling deep into pleasure.
“And you think you’ll be able to keep me satiated?”
Baezal’s grin is pure male satisfaction. His hand slips over my hip and begins working circles on my clit. My breath catches, pleasure licks at my sweaty skin. When this next climax comes, it will decimate me more than the first one.
“I’ll keep you well fucked and cared for until the end of time. Pleasure will be the only thing you know.” His eyes blaze into mine. “The next time I fuck you, you’ll beg me to do it. Like a good girl with my cock in your mouth.”
His fingers continue to work my clit. My whole body begins to tremble as he powers into me.
“B—Baezal, I’m close.”
“Then come for me. Tighten your pretty cunt on my cock, and I’ll reward you with my seed.”
His thrusts become sloppy as my peak looms close. I work my hips backwards, meeting his thrusts with my own. He is impossibly deep.
“Come inside me, please, my love. I want it.”
The words slip from my lips, and my confession sends us both off the cliff.
Shoving himself deep inside me, his fingers worry my clit until I erupt.
I clench down on him hard as my body shakes with the force of my climax.
Baezal thrusts into me one final time before his chest molds to my back.
A torrent of hot seed fills me to the point of overflowing.
His sticky come trails down my inner thighs as he fuck the last of it into me.
His lips trail open-mouth kisses along my shoulder.
At last, I feel him fully withdraw. Immediately, I want him back.
I can feel the phantom impression of him inside me.
My heart reaches for his as my soul longs for the two of us to be entwined.
Gently, he turns me from the wall and settles me atop the mussed sheets.
He disappears for a moment to retrieve a cloth and clean his release from my skin.
Tossing the used rag aside, I open my arms for him to fall against me.
Baezal chuckles as he rolls us into the center of the bed.
I hum deep in my throat, too content to worry about him not returning my sentiments.
I called him my love because he is, whether he feels the same or not.
I won’t let his silence ruin this perfect night. If he’s not ready yet, then I will gladly wait until he is.
The room grows dim as the candles burn nearly to their stumps. Our sweaty skin sticks together. Tiredness makes my body feel like mush. My eyelids grow heavy as I nuzzle deeper into his chest.
“That was perfect,” I murmur against his throat.
I feel Baezal smile as his hands skim along my back.
“Not nearly as perfect as you.”
His hands pause, and I feel him swallow against my cheek. His lips caress my temple.
“My love.”
I smile wider into his chest, humming with happiness. Two simple words have changed everything. There is no need to worry about my future. With Baezal’s arms around me, I am safe, cared for, and loved.
For the first time in decades, I don’t worry about locking the door to my room. Baezal will protect me from everything. The only cage I’ll find myself in is the one made of Baezal’s strong arms.
My love’s heart pounds in time with my own. It is the most perfect lullaby that leads me into the waiting darkness.