19. HEAT OF FIRE
Chapter nineteen
HEAT OF FIRE
Grand King Daemonikai could barely think, pure lust coursed through his body. Have to be inside her.
Daemonikai slammed the door of the cottage closed with a resounding thud. Lowering Galilea to her feet by the sturdy wooden table, he pinned her against it, her back pressing into the rough surface.
"Yes. Want you. Want you. Please." She was quivering, eyes glazed over with a mist of untamed arousal, her body slick with sweat.
Mellow Hades, but her scent…
The air was thick with it, potent and heady, like the richest incense, weaving through his senses and ensnaring him completely. All he wanted was to bury himself deep within her until the claws of this hunger was sated.
"Please." Galilea arched against him, impatient and desperate, grinding her ass against his hardened dick, until he felt like he would burst in the confines of his clothing. "I need it, I need it."
Daemonikai forewent any further undressing, hastily freeing his aching member, his skin tingling with anticipation. He positioned her just as he wanted, her back to him, spreading her legs and stepping between them. Aligning himself, he pushed in.
"Yesss," her drawn-out moan was that of pleasure and relief. "Thank you. Give me more, please."
He gave her more, pulling back only to drive back in with even more force. Galilea enveloped him warmly, her inner walls fluttering, clenching, drawing him in deeper.
He leaned forward to whisper to her ear. "So wet. I will fuck you loose and sloppy. By the end of your heat, your body will only know mine."
"Yours," she whispered, her eyelids fluttering closed in bliss. She moved with him, meeting each of his thrusts.
Need clawed at Daemonikai. Unrelenting. He slammed in. "You will take so much of my cum, your belly will swell with it."
"Yes, please. Harder."
Gripping her hips firmly, Daemonikai set a punishing pace. Once, twice—each thrust more powerful than the last. Galilea responded with keening moans, the old table creaking and groaning under the force of his thrusts.
She tensed and locked up, sobbing through waves of pleasure as she reached her peak.
He didn't slow, plunging into her relentlessly through her orgasm. The sound of their flesh slamming together echoed, each thrust deeper and harder than the last. Her body squeezed him tightly, her cries rising in pitch, filling the cottage. Each muscle contraction sending ecstasy through his gut. It felt so good to be buried in her like this.
As she began to descend from her high, her body beginning to relax, he teased her swollen Syren gland with his tip.
"Oh..." Galilea whined, a rush of liquid coating his shaft.
Daemonikai applied firm pressure, mashing his girth harder on the gland. She jerked in response, convulsing, and launched into another climax. Her cries now loud and unabashed, her voice growing hoarse with each sob. It was music to his ears, and he could not get enough.
Thrusting hard and fast, he continued massaging her gland, each thrust eliciting more cries from her, groaning as more liquid coated his member, dripping out, down her legs. Her orgasm seemed never-ending, and Daemonikai hated that he couldn't see her face. Her voice broken and breathless, she sounded utterly wrecked.
"You take me so well, little princess," he growled, lifting her leg, placing it alongside her torso on the table, leaving her standing on only one foot as he thrust back in. His position allowed him deeper penetration. "Be prepared. You're going to take so much more."
Her climax finally began to ebb, Galilea's body relaxed heavily as she rested her cheek on the table. Eyelids fluttered open, then closed, her expression dreamy and utterly spent. She looked sublime, and completely open. A vision of disheveled beauty. Submissive.
"You like feeling me inside you?"
"Yes, a lot," she said, her voice a tender caress. "Missed it. Missed you."
The girl was so out of it. Daemonikai cared not that it was mostly the heat saying this, something inside him felt satisfied . She wanted him, missed him. He fought to control his own climax, to extend the moment. To savor the feeling of being inside her.
He continued to thrust, aiming to push Galilea over the edge again. Her hair was a mess, sticky with sweat, tangles of it framing her face. Daemonikai swept some strands away, captivated by the sight of her flushed cheeks and lips slightly parted as she came undone once more. Her teeth captured her lower lip, her eyes fluttering shut, fingers digging into the table for support.
"Too much," she gasped, panting heavily. "I can't..."
"Sure you can," he assured her, his voice deep and strained as he slammed in. The amount of control he was exerting not to give in and empty inside her was phenomenal.
Galilea took everything he gave, body quaking before his, broken moans spilling from her lips. Her womb had not descended, and although Daemonikai knew he could reach it if he angled just right, he refrained. Her body was not ready yet.
Instead, he squeezed her soft, plump rear, admiring the way it wobbled with each hard thrust. His fingers trailed the smoothness of her skin, the texture so familiar and yet endlessly fascinating. Each mewl, moan, and touch from her felt…oddly familiar.
"Hell, hell, oh, I think I'm going to..." her voice quivered as she squirmed on the table.
Daemonikai stopped, making her cry out in protest. He guided her to the bed and bent her over it. Seeing her in this position…heavens.
As if aware of how crazy she was driving him, Galilea arched her back, lifting her butt. She reached back, parting her cheeks. “Take me, please.”
He snarled, his instincts flaring. Fuckfuckfuck
He wanted to devour her whole. To bury himself deep within her, coating her womb with his sperm while she came over and over again. Damn it, he wanted .
Daemonikai slammed home, increasing his pace, plundering her with raw strokes. Purely instinctual. Her cries grew louder, shaky...frantic, clawing at the sheets.
His thrusts rocked her, nearly toppling her over, but his firm grip held her steady.
"Take it. Take it." He couldn't recognize his own voice, so rough and animalistic, as he slammed in over and over again, with a force he would never have used on her outside the throes of a full heat. But she could take it now. Yes, she could.
Galilea screamed so loud it might have reached the heavens as her body deteriorated. Muscles clenching around him so tightly he swore aloud, his climax tearing through him, his growls mingling with her screams.
"Fuck, you milk my essence so well, little princess," he grunted, filling her up with his seed, driving her into another convulsive orgasm.
Galilea's blue eyes went wide with pleasure. Her mouth hung open in a soundless, endless scream, toes curling. Sound of tearing sheets reached him, the fabric she held in a dead grip ripping apart.
"So hot." Daemonikai was beginning to realize how he loved pushing her limits. She was so sexy when overwhelmed, when trying to handle everything he gave her.
He kept moving against her clamping muscles and quivering flesh, drawing out her climax. Her shaking legs turned liquid, and she fell forward. Daemonikai followed, covering her with his body, pounding her into the sheets.
Her stiff posture finally broke. "I... I...Please," Galilea sobbed, eyes squeezing shut.
He collapsed onto her, pressing her body into the bed, rolling to the side taking her with him, spooning her, still deeply buried in her.
"It's not over yet, pretty one," he murmured, his hand caressing her cheek tenderly. "You still need to take my knot," he said, swelling inside her, from the base of his dick.
Her eyes snapped open, panic flickering through them. "It-It's big."
"It will only grow bigger. Have you never taken a knot?" Wait. Daemonikai frowned. "Is this your first full heat?"
She hesitated, then gave a small nod.
A thrill shot through him. He was her first full heat. Her first knot. Primal satisfaction swelled within him. The knowledge calmed him on a level he refused to examine.
She was tensed, struggling to take his growing knot. Daemonikai's instincts softened. His protective, gentle side stirring to life. “Try to relax, little one.”
"Big," she gasped again, scared. Her canal squeezed around him, instinctively trying to push him out. "I can't, please..."
His arms tightened around her waist, anchoring her firmly against him as he leaned closer. "You can, and you will. You know you want this."
"I do, but—"
"Then take it." He ground his enlarging knot against her oversensitive body. She released a sharp cry, shuddering with aftershock. "Let me in, Galilea. Now."
Just like that, her resistance melted away, muscles loosening in surrender. She sobbed as the rest of his knot expanded, locking them together.
"Good girl." He caught a tear that escaped her eye, brushing his lips against her throat. "Such a good girl."
Emeriel was overwhelmed. Hypersensitive. So, very full.
King Daemonikai had claimed her body, flooding her with torrent after torrent of so much pleasure. He left her breathless, wondering just how much more she could withstand.
The agony of heat had lifted from the multiple orgasms he had drawn from her. Now, finally knotted, calmness settled in her core. The once searing pain softened to a mere hum, a dull ache pulsating quietly just beneath the skin. For now, it was satiated, lying in wait like a dormant storm.
Emeriel felt better than she had throughout the entire day. This night had begun like it would be her last, she'd been sure she wouldn't survive the pain. She used to think she didn't have a high tolerance for pain, but after everything she had been through in life, she'd gotten somewhat better at enduring it. Yet nothing, absolutely nothing she had ever felt, could have prepared her for the agony of full heat.
"Are you alright, little one?"
Grand King Daemonikai. With the fog cleared now, Emeriel felt staggering relief knowing it was indeed him, not just any male. So much relief it nearly brought her to tears.
She blinked rapidly, clearing her vison. Emeriel hadn't cared who it was, as long as they could ease her suffering. Memories of the past few hours were fragmented, a jumble of pain and desperate need. How had he found her? What had happened?
But the questions faded as she basked in the warmth of his arms. None of it mattered now. He was here.
Emeriel was spending her heat with the one male in the entire universe she wanted. She felt a sense of belonging, a rightness to the world, that she had never known before. His strong arms were a safe haven…a sanctuary. Safe. Protected.
"Don't stop holding me. Please," she whispered, her voice raw with need. Emeriel was beginning to realize that a person had no control over what came out of their mouth in heat. She had to do better filtering what she said. But for now, she felt so good, she didn't want to. "I'm sleepy."
"Sleep, then," King Daemonikai said, his voice a caressing her skin. "You have a long night ahead of you."
The gentleness in his tone surprised her. A far cry from the cold, harsh words he used to express his disdain for humans. How many others had seen this side of him?
The tender, caring Daemonikai, the one who held her with such care? Emeriel did not know, but she cherished it, pressing her body closer to his, reveling in the feel of his hard muscles against her skin.
"Please, don't leave me." The words slipped out before she could catch them, her eyelids drooping.
"I'm here, young princess. I can't go anywhere until your heat has run its course.” He exhaled. “Damn, you feel so good on my knot."
Emeriel meant forever, but this worked too. She got him to herself for three days? Beside her, close to her, inside her? She liked it. A lot.
Drifting off to sleep, his knot locked deep in her, Emeriel found comfort in his arms.
A searing heat in the pit of her stomach ripped Emeriel from the depths of sleep. She stirred, a gasp escaping her lips as her lower belly clenched in a painful spasm. It was happening again.
Her eyes darted around the room in a frantic scan, stopping as she spotted Daemonikai's large form seated in a chair by the corner, his head resting against the high back, eyes closed.
"Please, I need you," she whispered, biting her lips.
His eyes snapped open. They blazed with an icy fury, pupils narrowed into slits. Emeriel recoiled at the sight.
"Your Grace?" Her voice was tentative. Cautious.
He growled. Green eyes locked onto hers, but there was no recognition in his eyes. Only a burning rage that made her blood run cold. Another growl, deeper, more menacing than the last, came from him.
"Human," he spat the word like a curse, loaded with disgust.
Emeriel shrank back further, the pain of her heat momentarily receding.
His hands clenched into fists, his breathing ragged and uneven. "The scum of the earth. I am going to kill you all. Every. Last. One."
Surging from his chair, he moved with anger and grace, and in a few strides, was upon her, his hand closing around her throat, cutting off her air supply.
It was so unexpected that Emeriel froze. She couldn’t breathe. And his hands only tightened .
"Dae-Daemonikai," she choked out.
Vision blurred, spots dancing before her eyes. And because her luck sucked, the next wave of her heat crashed over her.
A scream tore from her throat, muffled by his hand. Trapped in her constricting airway. The pain was excruciating . All-consuming. A thousand times worse by the lack of oxygen.
She writhed and bucked. Hurts so much! Emeriel screamed in her mind, her vision fading to black. Lost in the abyss of pain, she was vaguely aware of the pressure on her throat easing. She gasped for air, her lungs burning with the sudden influx of oxygen.
Distantly, she heard the sound of ragged breathing. A soothing voice murmuring unintelligible words.
More screams.
The wave of pain continued its brutal assault. Sawing at her insides, holding her captive. Her body twisted and contorted as if possessed. She felt lightheaded. But just when she thought she couldn't endure another second, the pain began to recede.
It left her trembling and weak.
"I am sorry, Galilea," a familiar voice whispered.
King Daemonikai's hand was gentle now, caressing her cheek, his eyes searching her face with concern. Tenderness.
Emeriel’s eyes, teary and strained, met his. She lay on her back, him atop her. His other hand entwined with hers, his body nestled between her spread legs. He was inside her again.
"Are you okay?" he asked softly, remorse in his eyes. She nodded, her throat tight with unshed tears.
The grand king stroked her gently. Languid. "I lost my head for a moment. Almost killed you." His gaze fell to her neck, a frown marring his features, likely seeing the bruises Emeriel knew were forming. "I could have killed you."
"I'm fine," her voice was hoarse. Pain and relief mingled. "Please, do not stop. It hurts."
"I won't," he said, catching the tear falling down her cheek. His touch gentle as he picked up the pace, giving her what her body so desperately craved.
His member, so big and hard, touched her in all the right places. His strokes steady and precise, soothed and stimulated, guiding her from one trembling climax to another.
"Yes, yesss. Just like that," Emeriel cried, her words tumbling out unchecked as she clung to him, riding out the cresting waves taking what was left of her breath.
He targeted her most sensitive spots with unerring accuracy. Cramming his length against her swollen, sensitive nub and holding tight. Her cries turned into a scream, her legs locked around him, as he pounded her there , over and over and over again.
"So good," she wailed, losing herself in the sweetly brutal tide of sensations. Violent, spasms of pleasure. Time lost its meaning as she spiraled into another staggering climax. Riding the tides of another heart-stopping, mind-blowing release.
Emeriel’s eyes rolled back into her head. Her fingers clenched in his firm grasp, head shaking frantically from side to side. Her inner walls squeezing and squeezing around him.
“Fuck, you are strangling my cock.”
Emeriel was beginning to come to terms with the fact that her beloved had a very filthy mouth. In another situation, she might have been embarrassed, but now she could only let out a needy moan. Eyes closed, her face etched with the blatant ecstasy he was giving her. Heavens, he feels so good inside.
His movements faltered. Pulling out, he flipped her around with her back to him, positioning himself behind her before plunging back in. Each thrust striking her overstimulated flesh still quivering from the aftershocks of climax.
Only when Emeriel began to yell, "I've had enough, I've had enough," her voice breaking as she begged for mercy, did he finally let go.
He came with a roar. His large frame tensed, then locked in place, as spurts of warm cum flooded her inside.
Emeriel came again with a weak, tremulous cry. Body languid, tears streaming down her face.
His knot grew, locking in on her oversensitive walls. Emeriel sobbed, the sensation so exquisitely intense it skirted the fine line between pleasure and pain.
So good it hurts. Hurts so good.
“I know,” he murmured, his face buried in the crook of her shoulder. His breath was warm against her neck as he drew a lungful of her scent inside him. “I know, sweet one.”
She had said it out loud then. She really had no filter during heat.
His weight was massive, but Emeriel did not say a word—it felt good. Even if she was half-afraid any movement from him might trigger another out-of-body experience, and she really wasn't sure she could handle any more. So, she remained still, basking in the afterglow of being mounted within an inch of her life.
Until his voice broke through.
“I think it will be better for another male to see you through your heat, little princess.”