Chapter Eighteen
Lenora
Iwake alone.
The darkness lingers despite the mucky light leaking through the glass. The demon is gone. As is his portal to Etienne Duval’s bedroom. The only notable sign that last night had even happened is the sore state of my body. The knicks and smudges of faded blood littering parts of me.
My gaze drifts across the walls, eyeing the corners, thinking I might find him waiting for me, but his absence hums. Not in the room, but in my bones.
I draw in a breath and push aside the ruined sheets.
My attention lands on the heap of discarded blankets, the forgotten pillows, the items torn and shattered from their places, and I wonder where Mrs. Pym is.
True, my room is usually my responsibility.
Mrs. Pym seldom attempted to gain entrance when the boys were alive.
But she would poke in and take the laundry, which she hasn’t.
Gingerly, I slip off the mattress, careful of the tiny glass mirror shards embedded in the carpet.
I leave it all while I venture into the washroom for a long, hot shower.
I rub my scalp and skin until my fingers ache and every part of me blisters a vicious pink.
Not entirely sure what I’m trying to scrub clean, but I feel well enough that I dress in a simple, burgundy slip and set to work putting my room together.
The vanity is done. No amount of glue in the world can put the pieces together, but I gather up all the broken shards and toss them.
I even manage to unhinge the arms that used to hold the mirror.
While not at its original state, it’s marginally less painful to see with only the table part holding what remains of my items.
I even, with caution, prop my terrace doors open. Just a crack. I don’t fully trust my mental state enough. But the scent of wet earth and fresh snow sweep through the room, toys with the drapes I managed to put back in place.
It’s passable.
Standing at its center, observing the state of things, I don’t feel whole. I don’t feel accomplished or proud of myself. There is an indifference tightly fused around my heart like a brick wall restricting the flood building on the other side.
And all I want is Marcus.
Marcus!
Horrified by the defect of my mind, I tear out of my room.
Bare feet slap against carpet all the way through the house.
My mind and heart clap wildly with dread, skips with all the things that could have happened to him after the door slammed.
The fact that he hadn’t broken down the door to get to me is all the confirmation I need to know something terrible must have happened.
The door to his room is open a crack. It takes only a nudge to push it open the rest of the way and step inside.
I don’t know what I was expecting, but finding him sprawled across his bed, powerful body naked, surprises me. I creep closer to watch his chest rise and fall evenly. Relieved he’s alive.
Then I notice the stains.
The wet patches all across the sheets. The white, sticky splatters across his chest, puddled over his abdomen. His cock lies in a puddle, hard and swollen. The slit trickles cum to add to the amount already on his skin.
The sight has my nipples hardening. My sore core pangs with need to lean in and clean him. To lap the cream off his stomach like a cat. Straddle his hips and let him use me to cum in.
I miss my boys, and I miss the sheer volume of release they’d dump in me. I miss the unimaginable number of orgasms they’d force me to have. I miss being held down and made to take it.
And I never felt the need to hesitate when I needed them, but after what he saw last night, does Marcus still want me?
Resisting my urges, I move to the side of the mattress and touch his arm gently.
“Marcus?”
His beautiful torso shifts and moves in a stretch that has my stomach tightening. My gaze roams along the hard, flexing muscles, the coil and release of limbs. Everything is so … masculine and rigid. All those lines and that cock…
My sensitive channel rushes with the need to feel him inside me. To feel all those muscles moving around me. Lifting me. Holding me. Using me.
My dress is on the floor and I’m on him. My knees hug his hips, and I slide my pussy through his mess. Grind up the length of that beast between his thighs. I watch as he expels cum that I smear over my sex.
“Fuck, mon p’tit. Don’t stop.”
My head jerks up to find him watching me. The embarrassment I would have felt is non-existent as I coat myself in him, turn my naked lips shiny with his seed.
Without consideration, I roll my hips forward, hook his fat head to my opening and take him. I slide him in me to the base and sob with the pleasure. My head falls back and I groan his name.
“Marcus?” He pushes to a sitting position with me in his lap, speared on his perfect cock. His arms crush me to him, palms settle flat across my back and I’m arched against him. “What happened to uncle?”
I’m given no room to ask what he’s talking about when he captures my offered nipple between his teeth, and I watch us through the mirrors behind him. Watch my cradling of his head to my chest. My greedy galloping taking him over and over in hard, ravenous pumps.
“Such a greedy girl. Pussy so wet. Do you need more cum in here?”
On the cusp, I nod vigorously and earn the hard clench of his fingers fisting my backside and urging me down faster. Harder.
“Beg, baby. Beg your uncle to fill your dirty hole.”
I pull back and tip my head to the ceiling. I watch my body swallow him, so wet, I’m making a mess.
Without saying a word, I drop back against the mattress, keeping him deep inside me when I open my legs wide for us both to see how good he looks stretching me open.
It’s obscene. Beautifully filthy. The sheen of our combined arousal smeared down his shaft, my clit swollen, lips glossy with his cum…
“Use me,” I whisper. “Fill me.”
“Didn’t get enough last night?” he taunts and I think he means the demon, but I don’t get to ask when I’m turned onto my knees without him dislodging. “If you want my cum this time, you work for it. Use your cunt to milk it from my body.”
This is new.
The directions are unclear, but I realize quickly when his weight presses me down with my knees fixed wide beneath me and his fingers press into my clit.
No rubbing.
No moving.
He sits and waits for me to ride him. Take him. To impale myself over and over down his cock and over his fingers.
“That’s it,” he hisses into my ear when I sob into the sheets. “Milk my cock.”
It’s so good.
It feels so good.
The weight of him, the feel of being pinned and forced. The stretch of him I’m made to take while he whispers in my ear.
“Marcus…!”
He murmurs in French, calling me the perfect little hole. His dirty girl. Each word floats through me with the sweetest agony.
Until I feel myself clench. Tighten with the first ripple of climax.
“What…? Fuck!”
His snarl startles me. I think he’s going to cum, but his entire body shudders violently. His cock seizes inside me.
I turn my head to the mirrors ahead.
For a second, I see nothing, but Marcus bent over me, head down. Then I notice the tendrils. The black coils rising behind him. Circling across his torso, his throat. Forming a black harness.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
My eyes widen as the demon hisses through my head. In the mirror, Marcus’s face is set in a mixture of such pain and pleasure. His fingers are strips of iron cutting bruises into my hips. His powerful body shudders with violent jerks.
“Fuck … stop…”
Concern has my head trying to turn back, but I can’t see him.
“Marcus?”
Chest heaving, Marcus lifts his head and our eyes meet in the mirror. Theirs is guilt and shame in his flushed face, in the jagged gasps.
“Don’t look, Linny.”
The desperation in his voice, the raw ecstasy has my channel growing slick even as I don’t understand what’s happening.
“Tell her,” the demon taunts. “Tell her what you’re letting me do to your tight asshole right now.”
Marcus shuts his eyes and gives a grunt that drives his cock deeper inside me.
“Bastard,” Marcus huffs.
His hips rock and shift inside me.
“Oh no. That is not what we’re doing.”
I don’t get to ask when I’m bound. Arms and legs restrained beneath me so I’m tucked into a ball on my face. The same coils twine around my throat. Twist around my breasts. Tiny mouths close over my nipples. Suction on my clit.
But it’s the barbed coil that follows Marcus’s cock inside me … thick. Serrated. Sharp knives kissing my walls. Anchoring like hooks.
“Don’t move, pet. You fuck him and I’ll shred your cunt and his cock.”
I wheeze as the pressure teeters on the edge. As my body fights not to move while the combined lengths inside me pulse.
“You have your dick in my hole, human,” the demon snarls and I feel Marcus shudder. He groans and his cock twitches inside me. I feel the first nick. “I told you she was mine.”
“She’s not yours,” Marcus growls back.
“But she is. While you were dreaming about my woman’s sweet cunt and cumming in your hand, I spent the night railing her. Feel how wet she is? That’s me. Over and over, Uncle Marcus, I bred your pretty little niece, and she spread her legs wider and begged for more.”
I squeeze my eyes shut as his words puncture through me. As the demon punishes us by holding Marcus’s cock prisoner.
“You want to fuck my hole? I’ll fuck yours.
” The demon gives a hard shove that sinks Marcus deeper.
We both wail and I think he’s torn my insides to shreds, but there is no pain.
“But it feels like you like it. Like being stretched just like she does. Do want me to fuck your tight ass, Uncle Marcus?”
“Fuck you!”
The demon chuckles. “How about I make you a deal instead?”
“I’m not letting her go,” Marcus bites out.
“On the contrary, I want you to stay with her. Want you to fuck her hard and often.” The barbs vanish and Marcus is forced to move inside me with every drive of the demon inside him. “I want you to use my woman’s hole. Fill it. I want her fat and dripping with her uncle’s filthy seed.”
I’m cumming.
I can’t stop. It rolls over me with a vengeance that has me gushing down Marcus’s pounding cock.
“Fuck, mon p’tit,” he groans as I drench him.
The demon laughs. “Yeah, she does that. Her pussy is the gateway to happiness and I’m going to let you play in my garden.”
“What’s the catch?”
Marcus is pulled free of me, and I’m shoved onto my back. Smokey ropes snatch at my arms and ankles. They’re both pulled apart with my soaked and swollen sex on display for Marcus and the demon casually stroking his cock from behind with thick tendrils.
“Taste my woman.”
That isn’t an answer, but Marcus is shoved between my wet, sticky thighs. I expect resistance, a demand for answers, but he dives home without hesitation. His hands shove me open wider and he attacks my mess with a savage hunger.
“Marcus!”
Behind him, the creature rides his ass with slow, measured thrusts that jerk Marcus’s body slightly.
“Two virgins,” he purrs with triumph. “Both so eager and willing to be mine.”
Neither of us is listening as Marcus and I lock eyes over my mound, and he sucks my clit.
“Please,” I whimper, straining against the binds.
“Jouis pour moi, ma petite.”
I have no choice but to cum for him when he slides two fingers home and the demon joins him with prodding wisps delving deeper.
I cum with a whine.
“Back inside her. Slow. Let her feel every inch of your cock.”
Marcus obeys and I shudder and tighten as I cum again unexpectedly.
“Such a good girl, isn’t she? I wouldn’t share her with anyone, but I like how your cock looks stretching my woman. I like seeing her release dripping from your balls. So, I will allow you to use her. The condition is that you will breed her. You will put a baby inside her.”
“What?” Marcus pants before I can speak.
If I could. If he wasn’t driving Marcus deeper, harder inside me.
“I want you to fuck her so much she gets knocked up, human. Don’t you want that, too? I know you do. Now, you can. Breed her. Over and over. Dozens of little Lenora’s. No stopping. As soon as she drops one, bend her over and give her another.”
I watch Marcus’s eyes roll back in his head and his body shudder violently. The cock inside me swells.
And the demon chuckles. “I knew you would like that idea.”
Marcus’s response is to fall on my breasts. His hips slam up against me, riding me with the madness of a man possessed.
The demon cackles as I’m railed into the mattress.
“Pardonne-moi, ma petite.”
He’s taking me so hard. The pain has me screaming and pulling on the binds.
“Don’t fight, pet. This is what you’re meant for.”
I’m not fighting.
I’m staring up into the mirrors as Marcus becomes a wild beast, rutting and huffing. His powerful body pins me and I’m helpless as he takes what he wants.
“Marcus…”
I cum and he roars. His hands close around my face and he kisses me as he drives to the hilt and fills me.