Chapter Six #2
Jerking and flopping like a fish demon, her eyes rolled all the way back in her head as she grunted her orgasm, biting hard on her lip to keep the sound in—and failing miserably.
“Eeeeee,” shrieked out of her like a teakettle, making me laugh my ass off.
Were all mortals this amusing? No wonder the gods were always warning demons away from these red-blooded livings.
They wanted them all to themselves.
Grasping her left leg, I plopped her ankle on my shoulder and pressed myself to her entrance.
“W-wait, no,” she cried, the haze slowly lifting from her eyes. “You got what you wanted. Enough already.”
Chuckling, I licked the soft, sensitive inside of her ankle—marveling that even her feet tasted sweet. “You should’ve thought about that before you fondled and caressed my horns while pouring your filthy, wanton moans in my ears.”
“That never happened!”
“Next time, just shake your ass on my lap. It’ll get your point across faster.” I smacked her left butt cheek, ripping a squawk out of her. “Because such a fine ass it is.”
“You fucking bastard!” Again she subjected me to her feeble kicks and punches, fighting to break my hold on her ankle. “Drop your head, and I’ll give you a slap right back—”
Grasping her thigh, I thrusted in and buried myself to the hilt.
Charlotte’s eyes bugged, her mouth locked in a wide, gaping “o.”
I couldn’t hold myself back anymore. I didn’t try to. She was even hotter, tighter, and wetter inside than I imagined she would be. My cock was melting like ice cream in hell, and it’d never been happier.
“Fucking hell,” I grunted, pumping into her moist cavern—faster and faster.
My thrusts shallower and shallower. It was insane how tightly she clenched around me, as if refusing to let me go.
“So this is why everyone’s so eager to visit heaven— Ugh,” I grunted, sinking my teeth in her ankle. “Because it’s between your legs.”
Thomp! The pillow beamed me in the face and bounced.
Charlotte seized another one and threw that too. “Pull out! Fuck, Ronin— No, please— Pull out— C-condom,” she gasped. “Need a... condom!”
I kissed up her ankle and along her foot, tasting her toes. “What the fuck is that?”
“Prevent... preg—preg— Ahh!” she screamed. “Too fast! Slow down!”
“Pregnancy?” I finished for her. “Learn your demonology, woman. We can’t reproduce.”
“But—!”
Angling her up, I thrust in hard—grunting with the effort. Her moan echoed through the castle. “Ahh, yes.” Satisfaction laced my voice. “That’ll be the pearls hitting just the right spot. Still wish I glamoured them away?”
“Ro-nin, stop, please.” Charlotte scrambled at the bedframe, presumably straining to grab on and use as leverage to get away. “I— I was wrong! I can’t do this!”
I tsked, rolling my eyes. “Don’t be tedious.
You’re already doing it.” I smacked her ass again, snapping her back off the bed like a curved bow.
“Or I should say I’m doing it. I’ll expect you to be a much more active participant from here on.
” I punctuated every word with a hard pump, drilling the point home.
Furious, misty eyes burned me to cinders. “I’ll participate in cutting your rotten dick off, you m-motherfucker.” Tears cracked her voice. “I hate you, Ronin Belphe.”
I laughed as I bent down, cracking that sweet ass even wider as I licked the tears from her cheek.
“I don’t think you will. Hate me all you want, but you love my dick.
Look at you squeezing and gobbling me up like you can’t get enough.
” My smirk melted away as I narrowed on her mouth—her soft, full, enigma of a mouth.
“And you won’t have to get enough. Because now you’re mine. Always.”
I crushed my mouth on hers, swallowing her protests. They didn’t matter. Nothing else did.
Charlotte Hunter was never leaving me. I knew this as assuredly as I knew her true name was written for me.
I would be her whole world set aflame to light her away... because I’d stomp all other flames out.
CHARLOTTE
Being kissed by Ronin Belphe was like smooching a typhoon. He was a wild, uncontrollably force of nature sweeping me away with no hope I’d land in one piece.
Tongues battling, teeth knocking, groans mingling, and sweat mixing—he devoured my mouth in a kiss laced with possession... all while pumping with abandon.
I cried out into the kiss, nails raking down his back. I didn’t care what the fuck he said, he did something to his penis after my first meeting with it, and I wasn’t talking about the pearl mutilation! Although that was bad enough.
Felt like Ronin just kept growing bigger and bigger inside of me.
Stretching me to bursting. Bashing my walls with his pearls.
Hammering that particular spot over and over until sweat drenched my body and my nipples stood so erect, a strong breeze would blow them off and send them tick, tick, ticcing across the floor.
It hurt.
My toes and ankle stung from where he slobbered and bit me all over like an animal. My lips ached from his ferocious kiss, and the rough blowjob before it. And my middle was on fire—being torn apart to accept a cock that defied human and demon nature. But that wasn’t what upset me.
What broke my heart and made me cry was that pain... wasn’t all I was feeling.
Terrible, traitorous pleasure zinged through my body with every pump.
I’d never been with a guy as big as him before, but one time was all it took for me to understand why so many people were hung up on big dicks.
A guy didn’t even need to know how to use the thing.
All he had to do was stick it in, and it would hit all the right spots whether he’d heard of a G-spot or not.
But unfortunately for me, Ronin did know how to use his. He varied long, slow, fast, and hard strokes with such precision, it was like he was inside my head—reading how I wanted and when before the thought fully crossed my mind.
My body was already sensitive from the orgasm, but I seemed to feel his touch and kiss even deeper—their mark staying on my skin long after he moved on.
Ronin freed my lips and dropped his head, latching on to my nipple.
“Hmmh—” I groaned, quickly shoving my forearm in my mouth and smothering the sound.
I will not moan for him! I thought as he sucked hard, torturing the poor nub like he was trying to pop it off and swallow it. It hurts! It hurts so much so—
So why was my pussy clenching even tighter around him, egging him on the way my mouth wouldn’t?
My mind was a scrambled mess. Run. Stay. Scream. Be quiet. Hit him. Kick him. Beg him to do it harder! It all jumbled and crowded my head—rational thoughts jumping over irrational, then getting tackled by crazy.
Heat built in my core, pushing more desperate moans to my lips.
As if sensing I was holding back, Ronin grabbed my arm, and the room spun.
I gasped to find myself face down in the duvet with my arm twisted up my back. “Are you insane? Why are you flinging me around when you’re still inside me!”
“I tried to pull out, but you wouldn’t let me go,” replied that smooth, honeyed, hateful voice. “Ah, so that’s the real reason you want to cut my dick off. It’s so you can have it all to yourself.”
“F-fuck y-you,” I grunted out as he immediately started pumping, blowing all the steam out of my retort.
Ronin set a brutal, punishing pace. His thighs slapped the back of mine raw. I curled my toes in the sheets, gripping on to something for dear life as every thrust popped me off my knees—leaving me with nothing but one arm and half my face to hold me up.
“Ah, ah, fuck, I’m close,” he forced through clenched teeth. Legs stiffening, his fingers laced through mine and squeezed. “What are you doing to me? I never come this fast.”
Fast?! This was fast? It felt like he’d been at it for hours. And in those hours, I thought he was pumping at full speed.
I was wrong.
Ronin went wild—ramming his weapon in with the wicked intent of a predator pouncing on a doe.
There was no escape, no help coming, no appealing to his better nature. Ronin blasted through all of my sexual barriers, and laid me bare—tearing away all my defenses.
I screamed into my wrist—mind melting, body on fire, and core exploding into a shower of sparks that ignited in my brain, then set off a cataclysmic disaster resulting in massive blackout.
“Ahhhh!” I cried with my orgasm, coming so hard I jerked away—catching the full spray of Ronin’s seed all over my backside.
Tipping over, I was out before I hit the sheets.
Gong! Gong! Gong!
I peeled my eyes open as the lecture gong sounded, dragging me out of unconsciousness. I didn’t know how long I was out, but it was long enough for Ronin to prop me up against the pillows, and settle me into a new sex position.
I blinked at him as he wrapped my legs around his waist. “What are... you doing?” I rasped through needles. “That was the gong. We have class.”
“Oh, sweet Charlotte.” Smirking at me, Ronin pressed a deceptively sweet kiss to my lips. “You’re adorable when you’re this na?ve.”
“But—”
That was the only word I got out before he plunged back in. From then on, words failed me for the rest of the afternoon, and long into the night.
Ronin
Charlotte slept tangled in the sheets. For all that she was noisy, defiant, and energetic during the day—she slept like the dead at night.
She lay still and serene, wrapped in the satin sheets. Her breaths barely stirred the pillowcase. The blanket fought not to rise with her chest.
Soaking her in, I let my fingers dance and skitter down her body—enjoying their new playground.
“Mine,” I whispered as I bent over, dropping soft kisses on her ankle. “Finally, you’re mine.”
Rising back up, I snapped out of the room.
I lightly dropped down on the carpet—fully dressed and hair slicked back past my horns. Not that these people were worth getting dressed up for.
I rapped on the wood and the slot slid open.
“What the fuck do you want, demon?”
I stepped back, letting the golden-eyed waste see who he was talking to.