Chapter 4
Aios
“Would you like to see how a hellhound claims his mate?”
She moves, understanding what I want from her, rolling and pushing up onto trembling arms.
“Like this?” she asks, her cheeks bright, voice still so innocent even as she raises her ass in the air, offering her purity I intend to rip from her body while teaching her all about how a demon mates.
“Exactly like that. You are perfect. Truly, your beauty is painful for me to look at. An angel about to be defiled by a devil.”
Velvet swallows her knees. She’s shaking, but not in fear. It’s sticky sweet arousal. I can smell it.
I strip the last of the clothes from my body. The rain sizzles as it meets my exposed flesh. The air sharpens with the scent of scorched earth.
She can’t see me, but I see her back go taut under my stare.
“So trusting,” I growl, taking in the curve of her spine, thinking how easy it would be for me to break her. Her breathing is labored, a sheen of sweat breaking over her ivory skin.
The perverse images dancing in my thoughts would have her screaming and running. I don’t know what this tiny human has unearthed inside me, but there is nothing that will slake this dark lust except that human pussy she’s saved for me.
Her body’s slickness coats the skin between her thighs as I reach down and palm the rock-hard orbs that fall between mine. ‘Balls’ they are called in the human realm. Another part of me that is coming alive just for her, and the sensation is overwhelming.
I slide my palm upward, snaking my fingers around the girth that stands out from my body and my cock growls.
Quit with your long-winded prologue! Destroy that cherry, now!
“You will let me do what I want to you, won’t you, little Eve?”
She glances back. Big eyes, breath quick. She sees what I am, a nightmare beast of shadow, muscle, and bone, and yet she stays. Nodding.
“You deserve soft and slow, but that is not what I will give you. That is not possible. I am carved from pain and ruin, and that is all I have to give. But there will be pleasure for you as well. I will be sure of it, little witch.”
I climb onto the bed, weight sinking the mattress. Heat spills up her spine at the shift of air and shadow. There is no stopping whatever this is that has taken over me. I nudge her thighs apart with my knee, landing my splayed fingers onto her back.
They span her waist easily, her womanly body defying the youth of her features.
The air crackles with sulfur and storm-drenched heat as I move into position behind her. Her body bows, ass high, rain glistening on the pale flesh, juices glinting between those trembling thighs. My fangs lengthen at the scent of her sweetness.
“You love it when I hold you down and fuck you like a dog, don’t you?” My voice is smoke, fingers digging into her waist as I angle her into position. “This cock’s going to map every inch of you. I’ll pound your cunt raw, stretch that tight little hole until you beg God to release you.”
A shiver runs through her, electric against my palm. “Yes, Aios.”
She drips her juices onto the bedding at my touch. Cum seeps from the tip of my cock, dripping down the sides as I give it a few rough drags through my clenched fist.
“I’ve never—” She gulps at the thick air. “ I know what’s about to happen, but you’re too big for me. You’ll kill me with that thing.”
“Not too big.” I bend the tip down to tease at her entrance.
It thins into a lapping red tongue, making her hiss and wince as the barbs flatten against the sides.
“I will grow once I am inside you. It will hurt, like flames and stings, but I will give you more pleasure first, so you are ready. My seed I baptized you with earlier will numb some of the pain. Not all, but it will ease the way.”
“I trust you.”
Her words remind me of the evil that lives inside me, of the things I’ve done to her kind in the past. But the demands in my throbbing loins will not be denied.
“There is no turning back wife.”
A tremor rolls through her. “I know.”
“Daddy’s good, willing slut.” My hand drifts the length of her back, slow and deliberate, mapping bone and silk skin, noting the little purple marks and scratches I’ve already left. “Now I make sure you will be rooted with me. All that hot, sticky demon spunk is about to change your life forever.”
My palm slides down until it rests heavy at the small of her back. A gentle push tilts her hips, baring more of her to me as freezing rain is driven against her bare skin.
“Good girl.” The praise tastes delicious on my tongue. “Stay there for Daddy.”
I read her with my hands, unhurried and thorough. Each slow pass leaves gooseflesh in its wake. At her spine’s base, I circle a thumb, feeling the tremor that runs through her.
“You may have been untouched before me, Eve, but you will never forget what it felt like the first time I claimed that cherry cunt you’ve saved for me.
” I bend close until the chill of my chest brushes her heat, mouth near her ear.
“I’m going to leave more than marks, little witch.
I’m going to fill you until we find out if humans and demons can breed. ”
She makes a raw, startled sound of need more than fear.
“You’ll take me. You’ll hold what I give.”
“I’ll take you, Daddy. I’ll keep everything you give.”
A groan tears loose, deep, hungry, and satisfied.
The flames in the hearth grow fierce, falling rain hissing and evaporating on the hearthstones.
“Deep breath, little witch.”
She inhales. Exhales.
“Good.”
I grit my teeth and push forward with patience sharpened by centuries. Cold strength meets soft welcome inch by inch. Each breath she takes opens a little more space for me. My control frays, but holds.
My hand slides from her flank to her belly, steadying. “I want to give you everything. I want to fill you until even this house believes you’ll never be alone again.”
I grind deeper, my spine arching as she milks me with that honeyed grip. Demon fire licks my veins. I’m both predator and prey here, chained to the way she moves. I blanket her with my chest and her back curves against me, a living bridge between heaven and hell.
Ahh, finally you did something right stupid demon. I want to live in this little human cunt. So, freakin’, good.
“You’re magic,” I rasp doing my best to ignore my cock’s disruptive inner dialogue, biting her shoulder blade hard enough to bruise. She thrashes, hips rolling, and I fist her hair, yanking her head back so I can lick the sweat from her throat. “My witch. My ruin.”
Her nails dig into the mattress as I drag my thumb over her clit in one rough circle. Her whine claws at me, and I smirk against her ear. “So tight, my little witch.”
Faster now. My hips piston like a steam train driven by hellfire. She’s a symphony of moans, her body a rhythm section to my thrashing chords as lightning crashes and thunder rolls. When I graze two fingers against her ass, teasing the tight ring, she bucks, screaming into the storm.
“More?” I growl, pressing deeper. “You have to let Daddy in little one. Relax, give yourself over to the sweet darkness.”
Her answer is a desperate nod. “I’m trying.”
“Take it,” I snarl as I slam balls-deep, my cock roaring it’s approval inside my head, our moans colliding with the whipping wind.
She hisses my name, a sound that shatters whatever control remained, and I lose it. Clawing her hips upward, I ride her like a warhorse, every thrust deeper than the last.
“Come now,” I bark, biting her collarbone until she screams.
I feel the crest build in her before she does. My grip tightens, my voice dropping to a coaxing growl.
My cock roars it’s curse words and begs, Hold there idiot! Let me savor this moment. This tight little human is about to snap me from your body but it’s a pleasure I will never find again. Fuck, our mate demon, our mate is a miracle.
“Let go.” I grimace, grinding my molars trying to keep my climax from releasing too soon but she’s making it nearly impossible not to blow her across the room and out the window. “Take it. Hold what I’m giving.”
She finally breaks like a storm. Heat surges through the room. Light flickers along the rain-slick walls as the storm rages. I stay wrapped around her, protective even while serving my own demonic needs.
I scent her virgin blood, my cock screaming it’s own pleasure, the barbs swelling, holding us together.
My own climax surges up, up, up. There’s no more control.
Cum floods her with a heat that even my demon blood can’t contain. She shakes and shouts beneath me, face buried in the soaked pillow as our orgasms knot together in a primal, sweating tangle of limbs and sweat-slick skin.
The spurting seems endless as I roar at the sky. When I finally spill the last hot drops, I fall against her back, panting into her neck, overwhelmed by how human this feels. How alive.
How much I love her.
When she sags forward, spent and shaking, I keep my palm firm over her belly.
“Now,” I growl, “Now you’ll never be free of me, little witch.”
I lower my face to her shoulder, the cool edge of my jaw grazing warm skin.
“I’ll keep you full of all that hot cum every day. I’ll plant it deep. That’s the bond you summoned for us.”
She doesn’t answer with words, only a soft sound and a clench of her battered little opening around my cock.
“I love you,” I choke out, my demonic heart slamming like a war drum. No lies here, only truth sharp enough to cut glass.
She turns, those pale blue eyes glimmering with tears above that stubborn grin of hers. “Demons love?”
I shake my head, unable to understand my own words. “Not usually… Not unless…”
Unless this was meant to be.
She is my mate. It’s the only reality that makes sense. She is the one being given over to my care in this entire existence.
I bury my face in the back of her neck, nuzzling her, scenting her, enjoying the feel of my cock still buried in her soft warmth, the barbs holding us knotted together.
“I love you too, Aios,” she whispers, and the words feel like a glimpse of heaven.
We collapse into the mattress, still connected, her head leaning back to my chest, where she can hear my thrumming pulse. The world’s unraveling, but now? Now I’ll burn galaxies for a second more of this.