27. EMERIELS SURRENDER.
Chapter twenty-seven
EMERIEL'S SURRENDER.
Coming here was indeed a terrible idea.
Emeriel had convinced herself she would call the shots.
A quick, wordless intimacy beneath the covers to satiate the part of her ravenous for his touch.
But King Daemonikai had other plans.
The way his eyes devoured her as he carried her effortlessly across the room made her nervous. Nervous, like she had fallen into a trap of some sorts.
He walked past the bed to his study desk, laying her on it.
“Get on your hands and knees," he ordered, stepping back.
Emeriel glanced up at him, nerves fluttering in her chest. “Uhmm… but—”
“No questions,” his tone though soft, left no room for argument. “Present to me, dearling.”
A quiver rippled through her body. There was always something about his orders that made disobedience feel impossible.
And she didn’t want to resist.
Just this once, Emeriel wanted to let go. To stop overthinking, stop fighting herself.
Tomorrow, she could wrestle with her doubts and fears. But tonight, she would turn off her head and follow her heart.
Taking a resigned breath, Emeriel moved onto her hands and knees on the desk.
The surface was cool against her skin, steadying her as she reached back, pulling her cheeks apart, opening all of herself to his eyes.
***
Daemonikai couldn’t stop the rumble beginning deep in his chest, growing into a low, drawn-out growl that filled the room.
His eyes roamed her offered body, from her trembling thighs to the slick pearl of wetness dripping from the small mouth of her pussy, to her swollen clit beckoning to him. All mine.
Shit, he hadn’t even touched her properly, yet his control felt like a cannon ready to explode. He wanted to feast on her so bad.
“Riel?” His voice came out rough.
“Your Grace?” she whispered breathlessly.
“Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?”
A low moan answered him, another bead of wetness gleaming at her entrance.
His woman was so aroused, so ready for him, and it was driving him insane.
“Fuck it.” Daemonikai stepped forward to crowd her, sliding his hand possessively to her waist, pulling her to the desk’s edge.
This time, there was no guilt, no hesitation. She wasn’t Herodis’ woman—she never had been. She was his . “You are my woman. You belong to me.”
He wrapped a strong hand around her neck, pulling her upright until her back pressed against his chest. Turning her head to the side, he captured her lips in a kiss that was so dirty and filthy.
“No matter what you tell yourself, you will always be mine,” he said against her lips before taking them again. He kissed her until the world outside faded to nothing, leaving only her, only them.
He broke the kiss, shoving her back down onto the desk, her body falling into the perfect arch he wanted.
Bending forward, Daemonikai came face-to-face with her wet pussy. And he took a long, deliberate lick.
Emeriel jerked, her breath catching sharply. “What a-are you doing!?” she squeaked.
“Savoring a meal.” He flicked his tongue over her clit before trailing down to her opening. He licked again, slower this time, delighting in her taste.
“Ukrae, your scent is just as intoxicating here as it is on your neck.” A low snarl left him. “The things you do to me…”
Her back bowed, fingers clenching against the desk as her thighs shuddered with the effort to remain still.
“I have done this to you once before. You remember, don’t you?”
“Y-yes.” Her chest rose and fell, her breathing heavy. “You were feral.”
“Oh, yes. You were so scared I’d bite your pretty clit, you kept pushing me away, but I wouldn’t let you escape.” He placed a kiss on her swollen bud.
“Unlike then, I can talk now, and…” Another kiss, then a third loud one. “…I have a message for you this time."
“What?” Her head swiveled, her blue eyes finding his over her shoulder.
"Don't push me away this time." Not waiting for a response, he finally gave in to his appetite… and feasted.
She cried out as he sucked her engorged clit into his mouth with eagerness, his tongue licking and laving. He was unashamedly thorough, the sound of what he did to her loud and filthy.
Vibrations shook her small body under his firm grip, her breaths hitching.
She was still trying hard to hold back, still trying to hide her pleasure from him.
Yet, Daemonikai could see her taut, enlarged nipples and her drenched pussy. Could hear the soft, broken moans slipping from her tightly clenched jaws like the sweetest melody in the quiet night.
He smiled as he flicked his tongue between her folds, knowing he would strip away every barrier she had. Peel back every layer until there was nothing left.
Pulling back, he stood and lifted her from the desk. He carried her to the bed, laying her down.
She started to present, but he stopped her.
“On your back, dearling.” He helped her settle, then climbed into the bed, positioning himself above her.
Her lust-clouded eyes stared up at him, hair spread around her like silken dark waters.
He leaned down, trailing kisses down… her belly, her navel… down… Spreading her legs wide to accommodate his broad shoulders, he seated himself comfortably between them. And went to work.
No restraint, no teasing preamble, he ate her raw, his tongue swirling around with unnatural speed like the beast he was.
“Oh, gods—” she bit off the half-cry, throwing her arm over her mouth as her eyes squeezed shut.
"Mmh." The taste of her, the heaven on his tongue…
Daemonikai's eyes slid closed. I could spend eternity right here in between her thighs, feasting on her.
He found her breasts, tweaking and rolling her nipples in perfect time with his tongue.
She thrashed, her body twitching nonstop, her breath coming in short, ragged puffs.
And, speaking of his tongue...
He retracted his male tongue, letting his forked tongue unfurl to play.
Broken moans spilled from behind Emeriel's arm.
Daemonikai smiled again against her. Knowing how intense his forked tongue can be, he licked along her nether lips without mercy. Sucking on her clit ravenously .
“Ooooh…” She arched off the bed. At this point, her entire body started to shake.
He speared her opening, plunging his tongue deep inside.
“ My gods, my gods, " she panted.
He spread the forked parts of his tongue, the four splinters licking and teasing every inch of her sensitive walls, putting harsh pressure on all her most delicate spots.
"Daemon…!" she wailed, attempting to bring her quaking thighs together to protect herself from the assault. "Please, wait…!"
But he held her firmly, not giving an inch, spreading her legs even wider, eagle-wide, as his tongue worked her insides mercilessly . Every flick, every stroke meant to drive her higher.
“You're going to drive me insane—Daemon!” she shrieked, her hand flying to his hair and pushing him away. Pulling him back, only to push him away.
His woman was indecisive with what she wanted now, not knowing if she wanted more of the pleasure attack or to run from them.
That's for you to figure out, sweet thing. As for me…
He kept fucking her with his tongue, bombarding her with more sensations. Her juices flowed nonstop, and he drank them all with the greed of a starving male, completely in paradise.
"Ohmygodssssss," the hiss was followed by a string of unintelligible words and open-mouthed, erratic pants that pulsed right from the heart of her.
Ukrea's staff, she was close to release already.
For a moment, he debated whether to stop. He was not ready for her to finish yet, not when he was enjoying this twelve-course meal before him.
Maybe he could spend the rest of the night this way, edging her, eating her until the rise of dawn—
“Don’t ssstop.” The pleas came in a hushed, almost ashamed whisper. Like the sweetest, forbidden surrender.
“Please, don’t s-stop, Daemon," she cried.
I thought you would never ask, Beloved.
And so, he gave it to her. His tongue plunging in and out, faster, deeper, as his thumb circled her clit, rubbing her into a frenzy.
“Ohhh—” she froze for a single, breathless second. Then shattered with a scream.
Daemonikai groaned as sweet flavor flooded his tongue, his reward for a job well executed. Fuck, she was hot.
His dick was so hard he humped the sheets to alleviate the ache as she splintered into a million pieces in his arms, her thighs tightly hugging his neck.
“Please, puuleease…!” she whined, heaving for air.
Finally, he eased the pressure, his lips turning soothing as he pressed gentle kisses to her sensitive pussy, calming the tremors wracking her body.
His fingers trailed softly along her thighs, patting her down, coaxing her body to relax.
Bit by bit, the tension drained from her… until her limbs melted into the sheets, pliant and spent.
Daemonikai stared at her, possessively taking a good look at his handiwork.
She lay completely undone under him, her eyes closed, every inch of her flushed and glowing, glistening with sweat.
Oh, she looked wrecked alright. And the night hadn’t even started.
But something bothered Daemonikai.
He’d thought he’d felt a fragile fresh as he fucked her with his tongue. Something that shouldn't be there.
Gripping her thighs, he spread her legs wide again. She moaned her protest, but her body didn’t resist. It surrendered completely, letting him manipulate it as he pleased.
Surely, it couldn’t be…
His eyes fell back to his paradise, red and raw from his abuse. Her opening though was tiny, almost sealed shut, despite how thorough he’d just been.
And there, exposed in the soft, dim light to his enhanced sight was her hymen .
***
Emeriel was dead to the world.
Her Beloved was relentless, the echoes of what he’d done to her remaining in every fiber of her being.
The rainstorm of pleasure had passed, but the aftershocks still raked her body.
She had never thought it was possible to feel like this. Without the fog of heat and its hormonal lust, she hadn’t expected sex—true intimacy—to bring her pleasure. She had trusted Daemonikai not to hurt her, but she hadn’t dared to hope for more than that.
But, what she had just experienced… Heavens. It was beyond anything she could have imagined.
“Emeriel?” His deep baritone broke through the roaring in her ears.
Was he calling her name, or was that just her own heartbeat echoing in her skull? She wasn’t sure.
Slowly, she blinked her eyes open, the dim room swimming back into focus.
“Riel?” This time, his voice was clearer.
Propping herself up on one arm, she looked down at him.
The sight of him—Grand King Daemonikai, her Beloved, lying between her legs—did things to her insides. Emeriel had to fight the urge not to attempt closing her legs again.
He was staring at her exposed body with an intensity that made her want to shrink and hide, yet also set her heart racing.
“I know what I’m seeing, but…” he said slowly, brows knitted, his voice filled with disbelief. “I can’t believe…” He shook his head, still gawking at her there .
“Huh? I don't understand," she said, her voice groggy, head muddled from the aftermath of ecstasy.
Raising his head, their eyes met. She saw the raw emotion flaming in his eyes.
“You’ve never had sex outside your heat?” he asked, sounding so confused.
He knew.
Heat rose to Emeriel's cheeks, spreading down her neck. She looked away.
"No, look at me."
She stared into those green eyes that held lust, savagery and… tenderness.
“No one has ever touched you outside your heat, Emeriel?”
Not even during heat, my Beloved. I’ve been on suppressants for two years now because I can’t bear another’s hand on me. I want no man’s touch but yours. You are all I want in the world.
Emeriel swallowed those thoughts, soft feelings for this male curling in her chest.
“Never at all? Not even once?” Something very possessive and fiercely tender crossed his features.
She shook her head, her face burning with embarrassment. There was no point in denying it.
“These past two years…” His gaze dropped back to her core, lingering. “I’m your first… everything . Your first knot, your first feeder…” His voice faltered as he swallowed hard. “And now, I get to take your virginity too?”
Her throat tightened, eyes stinging with tears. She blinked hard, swallowing the lump rising.
Lowering his head, King Dameonikai pressed a reverent kiss to the inside of her thigh. Then another, each one soft and worshipful.
“How did an ancient like me get so blessed?” he groaned against her skin, his lips brushing tenderly over her.
You are the only male I have ever wanted. In the past, present, and future. Always you.
He pulled away, quickly shedding his clothing until he was naked. Then, he came back, crawling over her body, enveloping her in his warmth.
“I have everything you can give, except one.” He brushed his lips tenderly across her forehead. “One day, I wish to have your heart again.”
You never stopped having it. Even through the hurt, the bitterness, the resentment, you never stopped having it. Not even when I lost our child…
A tear trailed down her cheek, glistening in the soft light.
He kissed it. “I’m sorry for everything you went through in your short life, Riel.” He caressed her sides, pressing a tender kiss to the tip of her nose. “The wounds I inflicted and the ones I didn’t. The pain I was aware of and the hurt I wasn’t…”
Oh gods.
“Please, don’t do this,” she whispered, her voice breaking as she fought to keep her tears at bay. “Not tonight.”
“…I’m sorry for the wounds that ran too deep, the ones that scarred over.” He dropped his weight, grinding his thick, hard erection against her.
She gasped, awareness reigniting in her body, desire coiling tight in her belly despite the mind-shattering release she’d experienced just moments ago.
“My pretty Riel.”
Unable to bear hearing any more of his heartbreaking, heart-healing words, Emeriel surged up, capturing his lips in a frantic kiss.
She poured all her pain, her longing, her love into the kiss, tasting his lips, his essence. Her eyes slid closed, surrendering to their passion.
For endless minutes, their lips battled together, his tongue exploring every inch of her mouth.
His kisses made Emeriel feel like she’d had ten gallons of ale. Her mind sluggish, her limbs heavy.
My Beloved. Mine.
How will I live without you?
When the kiss came to an end, his big body was taut with desire, hunger burning in his gaze.
She parted her legs in a silent invite. “Inside, please.”
“I still have one more thing to apologize for,” he said in the gentlest tone. “This is going to hurt.”
“It’s okay.” Emeriel blinked up at him. “I know your… um, size. We have done… uhm, this before.”
He shook his head, apologetic. “You were in heat, it’s not the same.”
Eyes searching hers, he pushed forward.
Or tried to.
Emeriel felt the pressure of his length nudged against her. Once. Twice.
But each attempt brought a growing burn. A building discomfort.
“You are… shit,” he groaned, dropping his forehead against her shoulder. “So fucking tight.”
He pressed again, and this time, she couldn’t hold back a cry.
“Did you get… bigger?” she gasped.
“No, Beloved, you got way smaller.” He kissed her shoulder. Lifting himself a bit, he bore down again. “It’s okay. We will make it fit. I want to be inside you so bad.”
She squeezed her eyes shut as he pressed further, the pleasure ebbing while the ache between her legs grew sharper. She bit her lip hard, trying to muffle her sounds of pain.
But his fingers touched her lips, separating them. “Don’t hurt yourself, dearling.”
As he gave a firmer push, a bit more of him slid inside, making her wince. Her face contorted, and the corners of her eyes watered.
“I’m so sorry,” he whispered, his voice full of guilt, his hand soothing her trembling form.
“Do it once,” she breathed. “All at once. No stopping halfway.”
“No, it will be really painful…”
“It’s better than suffering the slow, gradual pain. Best to rip off the wound bindings."
He hesitated, his expression torn. Then he gave a curt nod, his jaw tightening.
Taking both her hands in his, he lifted them above her head, intertwining their fingers.
Emeriel glanced up at him, dread and anticipation swirling in her chest as she braced herself as best she could.
"I'm sorry. And don't worry, after this part, I'm going to give you so much pleasure, you will properly lose consciousness a few times," he whispered. "Tonight, Riel, I'm going to reach the deepest part of you, where courting and talking never did."
Then, Daemonikai bore down hard, breaking through her body's barrier, burying himself to the hilt.