Chapter 10
Chapter Ten
Silas
As I carry Kiera toward the cabin, the wind whispers to us again, finally providing some answers.
The Nameless One was a founding resident of Zochal. Only a human descendant of the Nameless One, or the descendant’s mate, could be permitted to know the true name of such an old demon.
Kiera gasps, and though I can’t yet read her mind, I know what she’s thinking.
She’s shocked to learn she’s a descendant of Kalleus, and she’s also worried this might be a reflection on her.
She’s worried it might mean one of her ancestors was sired by a demon, but before I can assure her such a thing isn’t possible, the wind continues its explanation.
The Nameless One became a demon after its soul became corrupted in the afterlife, the wind whispers. Kalleus made too many deals with ancient demons, and he became The Nameless One who tormented Zochal and neighboring villages.
The wind ceases blowing, and the forest goes quiet. I pause in a small clearing, and I stare down at my Little girl, searching her face for any sign that she’s frightened or upset by the news the wind just imparted.
“I didn’t know people could become demons after they died,” she says in a haunted voice. “How shocking. But I’m glad it happened… after. The thought that I might be part—”
“Demons can’t reproduce with humans. If you’ve heard otherwise, know that it’s only a myth, one I’ve heard being passed around in human villages. I promise that you don’t have a single drop of demon blood in you, little girl.”
“Well, that’s certainly a relief.” She gives me a profound look. “I’m glad you’re all right, Papa. Gods, I was so worried the demon would hurt you. But you were so brave as you fought the dark creature. Am I right to presume that vanquishing demons is part of your duties as a forest guardian?”
“Yes, vanquishing demons is one of my tasks, however it’s not one I must perform very often.
You needn’t worry about encountering another demon anytime soon, little girl.
I suspect it will be many years, perhaps even decades, before another demon dares to set foot within my domain.
” I resume the journey to the cabin, and it soon comes into sight amidst the tall, ancient trees that cover the mountain.
Though I no longer sense a dark presence in the forest, I’m still eager to get Kiera inside the safety of the cabin.
She stirs in my arms, and after bolting the door, I set her on her feet.
But I’m quick to draw her close again, and I’m delighted when she wraps her arms around my waist, returning my embrace.
Then it hits me. The scent of her excitement.
As I hug her, I let my hands wander downward to cup her bottom over her dress, and the aroma of her slickness intensifies, filling my nostrils with every breath I take. My cock becomes rigid, and my blood heats as I imagine stripping off her gown and bending her over the bed.
The urge to mount her from behind and rut her until we climax simultaneously has me guiding her toward the sleeping area.
Her breath catches when she glances at my crotch.
As she’s still peering at my bulge, I imagine myself naked, and all my clothing disappears.
She gasps and tries to step away, but I lead her closer to the bed.
I move behind her and press my hard appendage to her bottom through the layers of her white gown, the gown she wore yesterday as she stood on the altar like a godsblessed offering. She emits a tiny moan and a tremor besieges her.
Just as I can sense her affection for me, I can also sense her desire to be claimed. Even though she’s still sore from our first mating, she’s yearning for the same kind of hard pounding I gave her yesterday.
I lean down and place my lips at her ear. “I know what you want, little girl. You want it long and hard and rough. Don’t you?”
She whimpers. “Yes, Papa.”
I step back and fist my cock. “Lift your gown and present yourself to me. Show me the slick hole I’m about to fuck.”
She glances over her shoulder, and her eyes go wide as she watches me stroke my appendage. Her mouth falls open, and a pretty blush envelops her face.
I clear my throat and give her a stern look, then I release my cock and gesture at the bed.
She gulps hard and scrambles to comply, and her obedience pleases me.
I watch as she draws the skirt of her gown up and approaches the bed.
She’s not wearing any pantalets, as I shredded the only pair she had yesterday, so as she bends over, I’m immediately rewarded with a view of her slick, pink nether area.
“Such a good Little girl you are,” I say in a praising tone, “bending over and displaying your swollen pussy so your Papa can mount you from behind.” I growl as sweltering desire pummels me.
I step forward and grasp her hips, aiming my cock straight for her warm, slick entrance.
I sink inside her with a groan, pushing to her depths with a rapid thrust that causes my scrotum to smack into her clit.
Her insides constrict around my length, and I find myself blinking away dark spots as dizzying lust consumes me.
Fuck, she’s so perfect. My perfect Little girl.
I remain submerged in her chasm for a few seconds, letting her get used to my size.
Then I withdraw partially and slam back inside.
She whimpers and rises on her toes, and the increasing scent of her excitement sends me into a frenzied rut.
I tighten my hold on her hips and commence a rapid pace of claiming her.
Mine mine mine.
My possessiveness for her grows as I repeatedly slam into her center.
It doesn’t take long for her to reach her first climax, and I relish the feel of her channel contracting around my plunging shaft. Fuck yes. I fuck her faster. Harder. The sound of flesh smacking flesh fills the cabin, and I become drunk on the sweet pungency of her arousal.
“Oh, Papa!” she cries out as a second orgasm steals through her.
I growl and slow my pace only long enough to regain control of my senses. I don’t want to spill my seed inside her just yet. I want to prolong this mating. I want to rut her until she’s so sore she can’t walk.
Her whimpers and cries echo off the walls, and I increase the tempo of my thrusts into her drenched core. I adore her responsiveness. I love how easily she becomes wet as she yearns for me to claim her.
Still maintaining the rapid drives into her pussy, I reach down and tangle my fingers in her hair. I give a brief but hard tug, and she whimpers and arches her back, allowing me to fuck her more deeply.
When she emits a strangled moan and tenses as another climax crashes over her, I follow her into the abyss of pleasure and erupt into her tightness, filling her with spurt after spurt of my seed.
Affection brims within me as I gaze down at her.
I release her hair and caress her back as she pants breathlessly beneath me.
Then I pull her bottom cheeks apart and slowly withdraw from her center.
I keep her spread wide as I observe my white, translucent essence leaking from her slick core.
It doesn’t take long for a thick layer of my seed to coat her inner thighs.
Satisfaction courses through me. I like seeing her covered in my seed. I also like seeing her trembling and struggling to breathe in the aftermath of a long, hard rutting.
I lift her in my arms and carry her to the chair. I take a seat and hold her on my lap, stroking her hair and murmuring praises in her ear. “You’re Papa’s good Little girl, aren’t you? Papa’s sweet, obedient mate.”
She sighs and rests her cheek against my chest, though she doesn’t respond, as she’s still trying to catch her breath. I sense her deep exhaustion, but I don’t plan to let her rest for long. My cock thickens beneath her bottom, and fresh waves of desire heat my blood. I’m not finished with her yet.