Chapter 5
Aios
Eve lies beneath me, soft and trembling, her heartbeat wild against my chest. I draw lazy circles over her hip, not to claim, but to soothe. She feels so breakable and yet so fierce. The contrast pulls at something I didn’t know I still had.
“I never knew it would feel like that,” she whispers, voice raw and full of awe. “Now I’m even happier that I bled on that book.”
The sound hits like warmth in a place I thought frozen forever. I lower my face to her throat, graze teeth across her pulse until she giggles, and for a moment, it shocks me. That startled, breathless sound cuts through every century of solitude I’ve carried. I hadn’t known laughter could do that.
“You bled on the book, but you’ve also bled on my cock. That seals us together, my little mate.” My hand drifts lower until it rests across her belly. “I’ll make sure you’re never empty again.”
She turns her face toward me, eyes wide, open. “I want that.”
Hunger sharpens inside me, but so does something gentler. That word again. Love. “Then I’ll fill you again. Not just with need. With a life. With a future. Daddy is who I am to you now. With all that that means.”
She exhales a shaky, content sound and tucks closer. Her trust lands heavier than any human marriage vow.
I study her. Damp lashes, flushed cheeks, the curve of her smile. She is so new to this, to everything, and yet she meets me without fear. The thought of someone else walking in before me twists my gut.
“If another man had found you first, he would have tried to take this. To own what you are.” I shift just enough to remind her what still links us. “Men are built to take what’s soft and waiting.”
She shivers. I nip lightly at her shoulder my desire for her blood undimished.
“I’m happy it was you. Somehow, the fear of what you are makes me want you more.”
“Good. Because you need to know, little witch, that I was born of evil. Goodness and kindness do not naturally live in me. I will possess you. Completely. You are young now, you have been sheltered from the world outside, but you need to understand. If you ever try to leave me, or think there is something better for you out there, I will chain you where you can only serve me. Any human who thinks to lust after you, put eyes on you, will wail and beg for mercy before I let them die.” I reach down and fist her throat, her windpipe a delicate straw in my fierce grip.
“If I catch you with someone else,” I gulp down the fire in my throat, “I will show you what a demon can do. Even to his mate. Do you understand, Eve? There are parts of me that will never change.”
“I don’t want anyone else. I’ll never want anyone but you, Aios.”
The sound pulls a low growl from deep in my chest. My phallus barbs finally retreat and I withdraw from her soft heat.
I roll her onto her back, needing to see her face, to feel her welcome me again.
She looks up with quiet confidence, arms sliding around my neck.
“Call me husband.” It’s an order but somewhere inside me, I fear her refusal. It would hurt me in a way I cannot describe.
“Husband.” She smiles and the rain turns to night sun all around us. “Daddy and husband.” I press my mouth to hers, a moment of unfamiliar insecurity nipping at the thumping organ that seems to have grown in my chest.
After all, a kiss is lips and flesh and human warmth.
With me, it is bare teeth, bone, and a cold, slithering tongue that will never forget her flavor.
I breathe and rest my forehead against hers, but she pulls at my neck, lifting her face to mine. The way she accepts me into her mouth makes me understand the human weakness of addiction.
I’ve never wanted like I do with her. Never cared for the feelings of another being outside of taking pleasure in their fear or pain.
But with her, all the demons of my world could not tear me from this kiss.
When I finally pull back, the sweet taste of her saliva covering my mouth, I expect to see revulsion in her eyes. Instead, there’s lust. Trust.
Even love.
“I’ll feed you. Warm you. Keep you safe.
No more cold nights. No more loneliness.
But you will never deny me, little witch.
You will keep your legs open for me. I will take my fill of you whenever I like.
I will lick and fuck and explore every inch of your body when it pleases me.
You will take the pleasure I give you until you lose consciousness, if that is my desire. ”
I inch my mouth down her chest, pinching that little nipple between my teeth again. The swirling knowledge that one day she will leak here for me as well pushes me ever closer to the edge.
She nods, eyes shining with a mix of relief and wonder. “I want that.”
The outside world falls away until there’s only the sound of our.
“Just once more, little witch,” I grit out between my teeth. “You will find my cock is quite…unreasonable when it wants you.”
She clings to me, whispering yes with every breath.
“You’ve got me burning inside, little witch.
” Her cornflower gaze follows the rise and fall of my cock.
“You’re the vessel for this hunger.” My thumb drags over the tip, slicking it in pre-cum that gleams like liquid amber the shaft sticky with her cum and blood.
“A demon’s seed doesn’t rest easy. Your tight little sheath?
It’s a cage for the chaos I bring to your world. ”
She shakes her blonde mane as I yank her thighs open. My knee braces between them, the weight of my hips settling against her core. The crown of my shaft hovers over her swollen clit before slamming down in a sharp grind that makes her back arch.
My mouth latches onto her earlobe, fangs grazing skin as I growl into it. “You’re meant for me. That slick channel between your legs? It’s where my fire belongs. A demon’s fire is his life force. It is everything that makes me… alive. At least in the sense you would understand.”
Her gasp is muffled by my palm clamped over her mouth, but I catch the scent of her fear.
She trembles as my cock drags through her folds, and I kiss her slowly enough to drown in the taste of her fear and need.
The head slips inside, but she winces, nails digging into my shoulders. My restraint cracks. “Such a tight little witch still. You have a sweet little chokehold on me.”
I deepen the kiss until her mewls turn into sighs, the pressure easing as her body stretches around me. Halfway in, her hips buck, and I freeze.
“More,” she pants, clawing at my back, sending me into a frenzy. “I want it all. I want it inside me, no matter how much it hurts. I want you to be happy, Aios. I want to be the one who makes you happy.”
She is a miracle. With a roar, I thrust forward, and we’re both lost to it. Her whine cuts through the darkness left in my chest and brings light all the way to the horizon.
I slam into her, the slap-slap-slap of flesh obscene in the open air. Her cunt milks my shaft, wet heat coaxing a low growl from my throat.
“Look at you,” I grit out, gripping her hips to lift her harder into me. Using her little body for my pleasure. “My fire lighting your veins.”
She claws my chest, eyes unfocused but fierce, as I drag a claw along the seam of her ass.
“You’re mine,” I snarl, slamming deeper until we’re one jagged pulse of need and heat. Her heartbeat thrums against me, and I bite into her collarbone, marking her where the scent of arousal blooms hottest her little body covered in my purple marks.
I snap her legs over my shoulders, driving balls-deep until her cunt clenches in warning, and I lean down to whisper against her temple. “Come for me now, or I’ll drag this out all night.”
She shrieks as pleasure erupts, liquid warmth clamping my shaft like a vise. My cum follows, white-hot and glowing, knotting us together in a way that leaves her trembling against me.
When it’s over, I stay inside her, one palm splayed over her stomach, the other brushing damp strands from her face. She’s flushed, spent, but not frightened, looking at me like she’s found something she didn’t know she needed.
“Rest,” I tell her softly, forehead pressed to hers. “You won’t wake alone again.”
Her fingers trail up my chest. She smiles, and I feel the shape of it like a lock sliding open.
I gather her closer, chest to chest, and breathe her in. She smells like heat, rain, and the beginning of a life I never thought I’d want. For the first time in longer than I can remember, the future doesn’t look empty.
She drifts against me, still trembling now and then. I keep a hand on her belly, protective, and another at her back, drawing slow circles meant only for comfort.
I’ve claimed her, yes. But there is only one way I know of to keep her.
Will she accept it as willingly as she has accepted me? Will I have to tell her to close her eyes and ignore the pain as I rip her soul from her body, that it will all be over in a moment, and she will be with me forever?
And will the Big Man end both our existence as punishment for daring to fall in love with one of His father’s creations?