Chapter 8
Adrian
I can’t fight the laugh that bubbles out of me as her wet, naked ass runs away from me.
I like this game. I can see why it’s something demons enjoy, but when she opens the front door and disappears out of it, that laughter dies on my tongue.
Has she lost her fucking mind?
I race after her with a growl in my throat, yelling her name to get her to turn around, but the little Hellcat is playing dirty.
She’s mine, and although I could use my powers to get her back here, I opt not to and take chase instead.
The snow is falling, and although I know she has to be cold, she’s way too stubborn to show it as she continues running like her life depends on it.
Maybe it does. I’m not the only one lurking around this part of Hell, but I will kill to protect her if I have to.
I’ll just also punish her for this as well.
“There’s nowhere for you to go,” I call out, but if she notices we’re surrounded by mountains and trees, she doesn’t show it. Her hair whips behind her as her bare feet sink in the snow, slowing her down just enough that I stay close behind her.
I could catch her right now if I chose.
Someone else could, too. I feel them.
I hear them moving around in the distance, their sharp gazes locked on her like she’s their prey.
But she’s mine.
I release a deep, territorial growl that echoes and makes her gasp, grinning when she slows a little more. “They can smell you like I can.”
“Who?!” she screeches, coming to an abrupt halt as she spins to see who I’m talking about. “I don’t see anyone.”
I grab her with both hands, lifting her up to tackle her to the ground, and I use my power to make the landing soft.
The cold disappears so all she feels is the fluff, my eyes dancing with the thrill as my other senses stay alert.
“Demons. Some are less human than I am, they’ve lost their humanity along the way. ”
“And you haven’t?” There’s nothing accusatory about her tone, just curiosity and maybe a little surprise. “You were always stronger than the rest of us.”
I want to kiss her so bad my face closes the distance before I can stop it, leaving our lips a mere inch apart. “Not stronger than you. You’d be running this place, Hellcat.”
Mischief flashes in her eyes. “You beat me. You own me now, remember?”
“Damn right I do.” I stand before I do something stupid and tell her I still love her.
“You shouldn’t have come outside, Lys. But now that we’re here, I’m going to give you ten seconds to run back the way you came.
If I catch you before you reach our front door, I’m going to spank you out here for all to see.
” Slowly, I reach down and lift her to her feet, then lean into her ear. “Run.”
I feel her shiver before she takes off, sprinting toward the front door of my cabin.
But she’s not going fast enough to make it before her time is up, I don’t even need to use powers to chase her down.
When her ten seconds are up I sprint after her like we aren’t butt-ass naked, not caring about anything at all but the woman in front of me, and just as I reach her we hear a growl off in the distance.
I think they’re cheering me on.
“Mine!”
I grab her once again and pull her body flush against mine, my hands roaming to her pussy to see if she’s wet, and she’s fucking soaked.
Turns out she likes the chase, too. I wonder if she let me catch her.
“You were never into spanking,” she argues. “You’re not gonna do it.”
She’s right, I wasn’t. But after she got me sent to Hell for simply trying to surprise her, I think I might enjoy this. “Watch me.”
With a snap of my fingers I have her on her knees, her face down in the snow, and her arms tied to her ankles at her sides.
It makes her yelp in shock, and I swear the terror I feel only makes me rock hard.
Maybe I’ve lost more of my humanity than I thought.
“You always did have a beautiful ass, Lysandra.”
Slowly, I begin rubbing the spot I plan on slapping, grinning to myself as she flinches away so hard, she tips over. “Adrian, wait—”
“You look ridiculous,” I tease, yanking her off her side so she’s back on her knees. “You can’t escape. There’s nowhere for you to wiggle away, so you may as well take it.”
I slap down hard enough to make the spank echo around us, muffling the grunt she lets out.
“You hit like a dead guy,” she grumbles.
Her retort makes me laugh out loud. “That’s because I am. Thanks to you.”
I slap down harder in the same spot, then immediately do it again as she starts to shake. I’d consider taking it easy on her, but I can smell her. She likes this more than she’ll ever admit out loud.
“Obviously I didn’t do a very good job of killing you if you’re still here being a literal pain in my ass. I’ll do better next time.”
“Maybe not a big enough pain, hmm?” I slowly spit down onto her asshole and grin when it makes her jerk. “Challenge accepted.”
I slap down twice this time, shutting her up for a second, but my little Hellcat doesn’t stay silent for long.
“What are you doing, Ade? You don’t like spanking, I don’t like anal... surely there are other ways of going about this.”
“What would I know, I’m a dead guy, remember? Tell me I don’t like spanking again.” I lean forward so she can feel how hard I am, rubbing the head of my cock over her dripping asshole. “How can you like something you’ve never tried?”
“I... I just know,” she argues, but she can’t quite hide the way her body responds. I smell the rush of arousal, feel her clench her thighs, see the flush in her cheeks. It’s degrading, she always said.
I think she likes being degraded.
I can’t help it, I sink my cock inside her soaked pussy and gently push my thumb into her ass, grinding myself into her as I stretch the tight hole. “Maybe I don’t care if you like it,” I lie. “Maybe I’ll take it anyway.”
Her pussy squeezes my cock as she tries and fails to stifle a moan. She never was very good at hiding how she truly felt.
“Guess this really is Hell.”
“Welcome home, my little Hellcat. I was waiting for you.” I take my time fucking her and tossing in spankings until she comes all over my cock, her body trembling as I pull out and press against her ass. “Take a breath. This is gonna hurt.”
“If you can make it bigger, you can make it smaller, right?” she rushes out breathlessly. “Right?!”
I don’t want to, but an idea takes hold and I do it anyway with a grin on my face. I’m glad she can’t see what it looks like as I spit down again, but as I slide it inside she screams anyway.
The growls from our audience are getting a little louder, a little closer. “Fuck,” she hisses. “You’re mean.”
“Mean? I just gave myself a micro for you. You don’t know mean, woman.” For her sass, I start to grow it back right away, moving in and out slowly for her to get used to it. “How’s it feel now?”
Her whole body twitches as she fights her restraints, but all it does it make her ass even tighter. “Adrian, that— you’re—”
Speechless. The little Hellcat who always has something to say is speechless.
I may love her natural attitude, but knowing I’m the reason she can’t find words is a close second. “So fucking tight,” I growl, slapping down on her ass again, but I feel another demon moving closer. “Mine!”
I gnash my teeth at them and tug her against me, my cock completely buried inside.
Lys is gasping, sucking in huge lungfuls of air as she tries and fails to lift her head up.
“Who the fuck?! I...” The threat I’m sure was coming dies on her tongue, surprising me, but I figure out why when I look down.
She looks drunk.
Her eyes are fluttering but closed, cheeks rosy, lips parted. Her shoulders have finally relaxed, and most surprisingly of all, she’s grinding her bratty little ass on my cock.
Fuck everything else, my girl is ready.
Reaching down, I grab her wrists for leverage and begin fucking her, my balls slapping against her wet pussy. “I knew you’d be a little whore for it.”
Whoever was nearing seems to have backed off at my threat, and I’m grateful for it. I don’t think I could stop now for anything.
As Lys figures out whether to moan, whimper, or scream, I make my cock grow a little more. It’s bigger than normal now, stretching her in ways most people couldn’t handle, but my little Hellcat is fucking drooling.
“There’s my girl. You’re already close, aren’t you?”
Before she can deny it, I let my tail snake underneath us and press against her clit, my thrusts making it rub her just how she loves as I tear her ass apart.
“Adrian!” she screams, body spasming as she tips over. “How... fuck.”
She’s already strung out and desperate, and it has my balls tightening and begging for release.
“You want my cum, Lysandra?”
I fuck into her harder, barely able to hold her steady as she nods.
“Inside me this time.”
“I don’t know if I should,” I ground out, not easing my thrusts. “You sure you want me to fill up this tight little hole?”
I rub her clit a little faster with my tail then abruptly stop when she doesn’t answer, earning a growly little grunt from her as she realizes what she needs to do.
“Please, Ade. I need it.”
Finally. “Good. Fucking. Girl.” I thrust hard with each word, pinning her ass back against me as I begin to come and fill her up completely.
It feels so good, I moan her name, grinding deeper so I can sit there for a while.
It’s not like she can run away now.
“Maybe begging isn’t so bad,” she mumbles. “Holy shit.”
“Mmhm.” I gently rub the red marks I left on her skin as I release her from the restraints. “It sounds really good on those beautiful lips.”
Lips I haven’t kissed in way too long.
“Well, if you keep fucking me like that, I guess I can keep asking nicely.”
“Maybe I will.”
There is no maybe. This is only the beginning of us finding our way back to each other, and as angry as I was, I already feel it fading away. Carrying her inside, I realize she’s still the girl that owned my soul when I was alive, and not even death has changed that. I don’t think anything will.