Chapter 35
NICK
The silence of the throne room is a welcome reprieve from the hectic noise of late.
I sit upon my skull-encased throne as I impatiently await her arrival.
The only sound reverberating in my ears is the frantic thumping of my heart.
It thrums in conjunction with the pulsing in my cock as my mind sifts through the depraved things I have planned for this evening.
I shift uncomfortably, my cock straining against my tight breeches. The noble attire in Hell is not conducive to hard-ons. I resist the urge to stroke myself through my pants as the twisted sorceress makes me wait nearly twenty minutes past the time I beckoned her here.
Her punishment will just have to be worse than I’d planned.
Twilight spills through the massive arched windows behind me, alerting me it’s well past sundown.
A large, candle-lit chandelier in the center of a domed ceiling offers the only light in this vast space.
Onyx rugs embroidered with solid gold appliques of crescent moons drape along the polished marble floor.
The Morningstar banners, black with a golden burst of an exploding star entwined with a gilded ‘M’, hang ominous and proud along the walls.
And yet, my eyes are lasered on the entryway as the silhouette of a stunning woman glides through the doors.
She wears nothing but an onyx silk robe, her hair unbound, golden tendrils laced in the dark chocolate threads.
My fingers twitch, itching to glide through them, itching to twist those silken strands around my fist while I pound into her from behind and—
Patience.
“You summoned me?” Her sultry lilt thickens the air with a heady anticipation of sex. Somehow, without her voice rising, her words are sharp and clear, like my ears are fine-tuned only to the sound of her voice.
“Come here.” I don’t recognize the sound of my own voice. Low. Desperate. Not the voice of a king, of the Devil, that’s for sure.
She slinks towards me barefoot with slow, purposeful steps.
The robe slides over her skin like the sweep of fingertips, and I notice her hips swaying within the fabric.
The front of the robe slips open, revealing a mouthwatering hint of her breasts, her nipples hard and robust through the thin fabric, begging to be bitten.
My fangs descend of their own accord, my tongue practically wagging out of my mouth like a fucking Hell Beast.
The power dynamic between us shifts the closer Rhi gets; each seductive, deliberate step of hers has the scent of jasmine tickling my nostrils.
Firelight dances off her glistening olive skin, bathing her in golden glow that only accentuates her already ethereal beauty.
My cock is so hard, it’s fucking painful.
“Stop,” I command. Rhi surprisingly obeys, arching a taunting eyebrow. Her gaze then drops to the bulge in my pants. I lean back on my cushioned throne with lazy indulgence, widening my legs, smiling at the unmistakable spark of lust in her eyes.
Slowly, I am gaining the upper hand.
“You look hungry, sorceress,” I taunt.
Her reply is a flash of sharp teeth. I answer with a lazy grin and my own fangs. “Remove your robe.”
Her eyes now locked on mine, her fingers come to the small knot in the center, and with one sharp tug, the robe falls open, along with my gaze.
It swallows the hint of her full breasts peeking through, followed by an expanse of skin along the flat plane of her stomach, and lingers on her perfect fucking pussy.
Now who’s hungry? Her voice teases in my mind. But two can play at this game.
“No telepathy,” I warn her just as I shift further down in my seat.
Keeping my stare on her, I place my palm over my stiffened cock and slowly stroke myself through the material, gritting my teeth as Rhi’s eyes flash, brimming with heated desire.
My own depraved desire snarls that the strokes need to be firmer, rougher, but there’s no way I’m coming in my own fucking pants, not while Rhi stands there looking completely wanton and needy, ready to do whatever I fucking command.
“I said, remove your fucking robe.” A sliver of the monster leaks through my tone, gravelly and darkly dominant, but there is no surprise, no kernel of fear in her ocean eyes.
Instead, they storm and thrash, her thighs clenching, the scent of her arousal so fucking intoxicating, I’m drowning in her scent.
The silk barely makes a sound as it drops to the floor, pooling around her feet like an obsidian puddle.
I take in her naked body, a body I’ve seen countless times, yet every time I lay my eyes upon her, it feels like the first moment she gifted me with the sight of her naked flesh.
Even when I was Raphael, I knew. I knew the moment my eyes traced her curves, the swell of her breasts.
Something in the back of my mind screamed it, pounding against a steel cage to remember she was mine.
Now, she stands before me, bare and primed for the taking. The only garment I’d instructed Rhi to wear was her thigh sheath, which holds the sapphire hilted dagger.
“You want me, sorceress?” She nods, and I shake my head. “Use your words.”
“Yes.”
I love the way it comes out breathless and needy. I give another indolent, long stroke of my cock, having to bite my tongue, lest I come from the feral look in her eyes coupled with the press of my palm.
“You want my cock?” Now, I’m nearly breathless.
“Gods, yes,” she moans, fingers inching towards her dripping pussy. I can spot the slickness from here.
“Then get on your hands and knees,” I grind out, my voice dark, sinful, and entirely demonic. “And fucking crawl.”
Rhi’s mouth parts, her eyes glazed with desire, yet she hesitates.
Rhi had never been one to do as I asked.
This the woman who stormed into Circe’s club looking for answers after I’d warned her against Circe’s prejudice.
This is the woman who kept me an arm’s length despite how it killed her, all to protect me.
So imagine my surprise when Rhi sinks to her knees before me. That primal, untamed beast inside me roars with victory, salivating at her willingness to bend to me. She places her hands on the floor in front of her, and holding my stare, a challenge in her gaze all its own, she crawls.
Rhi never takes her eyes from me as she slowly inches closer, no doubt purposely taking her time.
My dick is leaking uncontrollably at this point, my balls tightening with the pain of release as I watch her breasts hang full and heavy, swaying softly with each press of her palm and slide of her knees against the floor.
Still holding my stair, she glances up at me beneath long, onyx lashes, making her way up the two short steps of the dais.
My mouth hangs open, my fangs dripping with saliva, as she places her hands on my boots.
Rhi tilts her head, silently asking for permission, before I nod and she glides her palms up my shins, over my knees, rising to her knees so she can splay her hands over my thighs.
She pauses with an eager expression, awaiting her next command.
Such a fucking good girl, I send to her. Blood rushes to her cheeks, and her fingers tighten along the top of my thighs.
I hook my finger beneath her chin, whispering across her lips. “Does that make you wet, sorceress?”
“Yes,” she responds, knowing full well I want to hear her voice.
“Stand up.”
Rhi again obeys my command without question. I clench my fists, the urge to whip out my arm and haul her to me all-encompassing. But I want to drag this out as long as possible.
I crook my finger. “Come here.”
Rhi inhales deeply through her nose, settling her knees on either side of my thighs, her hands resting on my shoulders.
She presses her top teeth into her bottom lip, sucking in a sharp breath as her bare pussy brushes against my cock, and it’s all I can do to not throw my plans to the wayside and just fuck her right now.
I let the fingers of my right hand dance up her thigh before settling on the hilt of the dagger. Her eyes flash as I withdraw the blade, softly running the pointed tip over hip and across her stomach.
“Let’s see how much you are dripping for me, sorceress.”
Rhi’s lower lip trembles as I drag my left hand up her inner thigh and swipe a knuckle down her drenched center.
She’s fucking soaked.
A moan tumbles from her lips as I tease her opening, easily slipping my finger inside her. I withdraw and place it inside my mouth, closing my eyes and groaning at the heady taste of her.
Grabbing the blade of the dagger with my bare hand, I rub the top of the hilt against her clit. My mouth parts in a wicked grin as I drag it lower, teasing her opening, and feel the sharp sting of Rhi’s claws pierce my skin.
“Are you scared, sorceress?” I whisper.
A pause. Rhi inhales sharply as I ease the hilt of the dagger inside her before removing it.
“No,” she breathes.
“Good. Show me how well you can fuck this blade.”
Blood spills from my palm as I grip the dagger tighter and inch into her bit by bit.
Rhi’s claws draw blood, biting into my shoulders as a low moan spills from her throat.
I start thrusting slowly, letting her body adjust to the intrusion.
Her knees lock on my thighs, and I place my left hand on her hip, guiding her up and down.
The hilt starts to slip inside her with ease each time she grinds down. I up my own pace a bit, glancing down with a feral fascination as I watch her pussy swallow the jewel-ladened hilt.
“That’s it,” I praise with a low growl. “Keep riding the hilt until I tell you to stop.” Rhi’s eyes lock on mine, her cheeks flushed with the tell-tale signs of a rising orgasm. “Are you going to come all over this blade, sorceress?”