36 #2
“Or like this?” he asks, sliding in another finger, making me cry out in sweet pain. I’m burning, wanting so much more…
“Yes…” I whisper, and Darya’s mouth curls into a mocking smile.
“Do you want me to continue, Kindra?”
I can only nod. His fingers move faster, his lips rest on my neck, and his other hand gently caresses my breast while he pushes me against the wide column.
“Do you crave more today?” he asks, dragging his soft tongue along my neck again.
“Yes,” I confess, clutching his vest tighter. I want him to rip off his pants. To throw me harder against the wall, to penetrate me fully.
I reach for him, feeling how hard he is, and he growls. I run my finger along his length, increasing the wetness between my thighs.
I grasp Darya, but the demon pushes my hand away, squeezing my breast so hard that I have to hold on to his vest. He grins, anger reflecting in his eyes, and his free hand grips my throat.
His other hand doesn’t leave my thighs. It’s as if he’s holding back, but the sight of my naked body intoxicates him. Now, I am his poison.
“Turn around,” he growls, his human voice starting to fade. Without question, I do so after he withdraws his fingers from me.
I brace myself against the column, and Darya gently pushes my back down. I moan desperately, feeling so sweetly vulnerable in this position.
Darya runs his newly emerged claw down my spine, and my nipples harden even more as he presses his hips against my ass.
“You are mine, Lotte.” Hearing my name causes moisture to flow down my thighs.
I want this. I spread my legs wider. “And the day will come when you will be mine whenever I want. Whenever you want.” I hear him pulling down his pants, and I shudder.
I want to see him, but his hands grip my hips on either side.
“But today, I must remain in control, or you will not survive. You cannot move unless I give you permission, understood?”
I moan, and he slaps my ass.
“Answer properly.”
“Yes! Yes, I understand.”
He laughs softly, gently stroking the part he hit.
“Spread your legs wider and hold on to the column tightly!”
I do as he says. Oh my God, how could I not? Every part of me desires Darya, and I can’t think of anything else.
As I feel him at my entrance, I cry out.
He’s big. Too big, and fear runs through me again.
“I…”
“Shhh. Relax your muscles,” he instructs, and with a deep breath, I do so as he pushes the tip inside me. I scream and shudder. “Calm down, Kindra,” he soothes. “Today, your only task is to come on my cock as you have begged every night.”
And his words are enough to make me burn for him, to moan and do as he says.
Darya laughs softly, gripping my hips.
“My brave little champion,” he sings, then pushes his hips forward. He slowly slips into me.
I dig my nails into the column, gasping for air. It hurts. It hurts, and it feels incredibly good at the same time, but it hurts.
Darya runs his hand down my spine again.
“Relax, Lotte,” he hisses, and I know from this that he’s already struggling with control.
“Darya… I…”
“It’s okay if it hurts, my little champion. Pain is no problem for you.” And as he starts to move, the pain transforms into something much more pleasurable, and my eyes roll back.
“Darya…”
He laughs.
“Good,” he says, beginning to move inside me at a terribly slow pace. I start to move my hips, and he slaps my ass so hard I cry out, but the pain transforms into pleasure again, making me even wetter, aiding his thrusts.
“As I said,” he growls demonically, “you cannot move.”
I obey, letting him rhythmically thrust against me, and I moan with each hit.
He thrusts deeply and slowly inside me, as if he’s still trying to get me accustomed to him. I burn around him, and my knees nearly give out when he praises me in that incomprehensible language.
Suddenly, he withdraws from my body, and I gasp.
“Darya, please…”
But he just grabs my hips, throws me onto the bed, and I land on all fours. He pushes my face into the blankets with one hand and enters me again.
Now rougher, stronger, and his movements are fast. I scream. There’s no need for him to be slow anymore.
“Yes, Darya, do it!”
He laughs, becoming faster. So fast that I contract around him, screaming with every thrust.
“Say you enjoy it,” he growls, and I moan that I do. “ Krateg ,” he says in that foreign language, “it’s perfect being inside you.”
I burn around him as he stretches me. It hurts, but the pain is so sweet that I just moan. I can barely think. Every part of me focuses on this filling sensation.
Darya suddenly stops, a growl tearing from him that makes my muscles tense. I cautiously look back.
The Kraldem’s eyes are black, tattoos pulsating from them, his lips a web of purple veins. He glares into my eyes before shoving me hard onto the bed and leaning over me. He whispers in my ear, but his voice is deep, demonic, no longer Darya’s.
“You are mine,” he declares, sounding like two people speaking at once: Darya and a monster.
“And if I don’t hold back now, you’ll never recover,” he growls, thrusting deeply into me, making me moan.
He grabs my breast, pinching the nipple, but the pain mixes with pleasure.
“Stay like this. Will you stay for me, Lotte?”
Hearing my name from his lips is so rare and erotic that I feel close to the edge, burning inside and out, only able to moan.
“Yes,” I whisper.
He picks up a pace that’s inhumanly fast, making me gasp in surprise, and he laughs deeply.
“That’s right, my little champion,” he whispers, kissing my neck. “I am not human. I will fuck you until you come around me. Is that what you want?”
“Yes,” I breathe, gripping the blanket tightly.
More, more, more.
As if reading my thoughts, Darya accelerates, growling. He grasps my throat, trembling to maintain control.
“You will be mine every night,” he growls, tightening and stretching me, making me scream.
“Every morning, I will wake up with your taste in my mouth.” He keeps thrusting into me.
“I will pin your head to the pillow. Then you will ride me in the air where all the demons can see us. Isn’t that what you want, too? ”
My voice fails me, only a sound of agreement escaping, making Darya laugh. He starts circling his fingers around my clit.
“Let go, Kindra,” he whispers in my ear. “Let go and scream the name of the one you belong to. Do this for me.”
He thrusts into me like a real demon, thick and fast, getting faster and faster. His fingers circle vigorously, as if struck by lightning.
“Come on my cock, Lotte…” the Demon King says softly, and my body shreds the tension in layers, the blaze igniting, then finally exploding. Darya whispers encouraging words, maintaining a ruthless pace. The orgasm knocks me down, and I cry out as I peak.
Darya stays inside me as I scream, whispering in my ear.
“I’m going to come inside you now, and you’ll be mine forever,” he says, his demonic side roaring like a monster before he trembles and fills me.
We scream together, and he pulses within me as I recover from the longest orgasm of my life. He pulls out and throws me onto my back. My eyes widen at his size. No wonder it hurt.
He drops onto the bed, placing his head between my thighs, inhaling deeply.
“Your scent is even better with mine,” he says with a smile, kissing the tender spot, making my spine arch.
He lifts me from the bed, sits on the edge, and sets me on his lap. In a dazed state, I sink into his chest.
“You will be my everything, my little champion,” he whispers into my hair, his hand running down my spine. “Whenever I want you. And I always want you.”
His words make my thighs tremble again, as if I’m still in an enchanted fog. He holds my entire body steady, my head resting on his shoulder. My breathing gradually settles.
The first feeling I notice is calmness; the weeks-long tension about Darya evaporating, its scent sweet, crystalline, peaceful.
Then guilt burns my throat like coal.
How could I do this?
And why don’t I feel worse about it?
My naked body still lies against his. My loud breathing fills the cell. Suddenly, I remember the angels – Lavian, the mission.
Before despair overwhelms me, someone bangs on my room’s iron door. Lizander storms in, furious. His rage fills the room.
“Darya!” he yells at the Kraldem. “By Diavolo’s fiery hell, what the…”
He suddenly sees me, naked in Darya’s lap. I burst from the Kraldem’s embrace, trying to cover myself with the blanket.
Lizander’s gaze flickers between the Demon King and me, who smugly dons his clothes. My face burns with shame, my heart pounding in my chest.
“Oh,” Lizander finally says, making me blush and look away. He shakes his head. “Darya, the herebias have broken in. They’re in the cave system!”
My heart skips a beat.
I dare not look at Darya, fearing I’ll give myself away. It worked. A new kind of joy grips me, but is overshadowed by fear. Still in shock, I can’t feel entirely happy.
The room’s red-purple light turns dark, as do the Kraldem’s eyes. His voice sends chills over my naked body.
“Thank you, Lizander.” He nods deeply to his general. “I’ll be there shortly. I just have… one more thing to handle.”
I freeze as Lizander’s worried gaze falls on me. The general nods once and runs down the corridor. As he leaves, the Demon King turns to me. My mouth goes dry. His eyes are dark, like the killer who slaughtered his own people.
He leans towards me slowly, my muscles tensing. I’m sure everything is readable on my face at this moment. I fear his gaze. But what he says is worse.
“Surprises, surprises. Isn’t that right, my little champion?”
I’m unsure what to say, confused by what just happened and terrified of being caught.
Darya smooths a strand of hair behind my ear, caressing my cheek with his regrown claw.
“Remember whose name you screamed earlier. You know you can never belong to anyone else after this. You’ve already sold your soul to the devil.”
With that, he kisses my trembling lips and leaves me, locking the door behind him.