Chapter 28 Promises Kept
Promises Kept
Ragnar
Ragnar leaned back and admired the sight before him, soft pale flesh turned bright red and dripping pink exposed as Brioni eagerly spread her legs.
“Such a naughty human,” he rumbled, running fingers along the splotches he’d made, sure they would fade soon, but not before he finally claimed her.
“What do you deserve for your misdeeds, I wonder?”
She whimpered, the arch of her back beautiful and glistening under the starlight. He released her neck and dragged his claws down her spine, watching her muscles twitch and her flesh shiver.
“I think you might need to be punished with my cock.”
That elicited a new sound out of Brioni, a baser cry of need as she writhed under just his touch on her hips.
She pressed back again, like she could find it and take it for herself, so he landed another slap on the least ruddy spot on her ass.
Brioni grunted and glared over her shoulder, her next wiggle a show of reckless defiance as she stuck her tongue out at him, solidifying the fact she needed everything he had to offer.
“Stay.” He pushed her forward with a palm spread on her low back, and she scrabbled to grip the rock again.
With his other hand, he freed himself and kicked away his pants into the pond, careful to keep his length from impaling her just from proximity, but hips practically trembling with the need to know what she felt like inside.
Fingers first, because she was just so small and he still had no idea how he would fit, but she cried out with pleasure at the feel of him sinking two inside her.
She had proven it to him already, he supposed, when she accepted all of him so greedily with her button of a mouth.
And really, she always insisted she wanted it to hurt.
His clawless fingers slid easily in and out of her, and when he added a third, she moaned a happy confirmation as her walls clenched around his hand. Hells, she was probably ready the moment she dared him to catch her and tore off through the barn.
Vexation flared at the thought of her running and defying him.
He abandoned her center and took a hand to each cheek, sinking fingers into the meat of her ass and pressing his thumbs inside her.
Brioni’s normally small gasp came loudly then, head popping up, but she didn’t try to escape his grasp—not that she could.
With both hands, he spread her wider and teased her opening with the head of his cock.
He blotted out the pinkest parts with his own dark gray flesh as he dragged himself through her wetness until it was coated.
She tried to sink herself backward, but he clicked his tongue and dug his fingers deeper into the skin he had already punished. “Do we need to start over?”
Her head shook, and she fell still, waiting not so patiently but good enough.
Ragnar pressed the tip to her center, and it was hotter than snuffing a candle with his fingers. He slipped inside, easier than he’d imagined at first, but then there was resistance as the flared edge of his cock breached her walls.
“Are you all right, sweetling?” he asked, the pet name coming out like it had been carved onto his tongue just for her.
“Yes, Ragnar,” she answered, voice gone dreamy and calm. “I want all of you.”
“Are you sure?” He inched in, and she trembled around him
“Uh huh.” The back of her head wasn’t terribly expressive, but the slow writhe of her body told him to continue, so he did. “More,” she groaned in response.
Ragnar swallowed, sliding his hands around to her hips and watching his cock enter her, the next ridge apparently a surprise, and she threw back her head.
“More, Ragnar! More!”
Despite his fear that he would lose himself without even a second pump if she was so demanding and eager, he gripped the softness of her hips and drove himself in with one long thrust. Brioni squealed, the sound echoing out into the wood, and he dragged himself back out.
“Don’t stop,” she panted, held still under his grip. She deserved whatever she got, but perhaps he deserved a little delightful torture too?
“Take it from me,” he demanded, loosening his hold but leaving his hands in place.
Brioni needed no additional coaxing, spreading her legs even wider and uniting herself with his cock again, driving her hips backward to meet his and groaning as she took him.
She fucked herself with his length in long, slow strokes, but ended each one with a punishing slam of her ass to his hips and a pretty cry of bliss.
Each stroke sent a jolt up through his stomach and chest, gaze feasting on the bounce of her ass and the rosiness of her skin, all of it his. When last had he had something so soft in his hands? So precious? So needy not just for pleasure but for him?
Ragnar took over again, grip tightening and shoving her against the stone as he thrust as deep as he could go.
She cried out, body tensing around his cock so tightly he thought he wouldn’t be able to pull back out.
Trapped, she writhed on the end of him, and he rubbed all along her back until she finally relaxed with a contented sigh.
“You can come inside me,” she panted. “It’s safe.”
He hadn’t even thought of that, of what it would mean to spill his seed inside her other than blind pleasure. But once the permission was granted, there was no holding Ragnar back.
His thrusts turned rough and wild, and each one pulled a panting cry from her.
It was the sweetest sound he’d ever heard, and he knew it would haunt his dreams for eternity.
But it also brought him to the edge with a quickness, and as her body fluttered around his cock, it milked the seed that pulsed in spurts, filling her so wholly it immediately began leaking out.
She squealed again, that happy noise she always made but with a raw throatiness to it that told him she wasn’t done. He had been selfish finishing, but then maybe she hadn’t earned her own release yet.
“What a good little human,” he huffed, running claws up her back and into her hair, gently threading fingers into her curls and lifting her head. “Would you like more?”
She gasped as she was lifted from the stone, and then again as he used his other hand to cup one of her breasts. Her dress had been pushed up and had also fallen away to pool around her waist, so he had access to some of his favorite parts as he bent her back a bit more.
His cock slid out of her, and she jerked when it slapped against her ass, but she was free then to be stood up. He tugged her dress off over her head then pulled her back into his chest, exposing her beautiful breasts fully. He took both in hand and pinched her pretty pink nipples.
“I didn’t hear your answer, Brioni.”
She twitched under the teasing circles being drawn over her chest. “Yes. More, Ragnar.”
The demon hummed, unsatisfied. “What are you supposed to say?”
“More…please?” She reached back and tried to find his cock, but he wouldn’t allow that, swatting her hand away and then firmly slapping her ass again. She jumped, and then whined, “Ow! I said please, Ragnar.”
“I think you can be a little more respectful,” he growled in her ear, raking claws down her sides and making her squirm, his cock up against her back and already rising to a second occasion.
“More, please…sir?”
Ragnar spun her and lifted her with hands under her ass, crushing her body to his and taking her mouth with his. She wrapped limp arms around his neck, her legs spread so that her hot core was pressed to his stomach, his seed and her wetness making her slide against him with every step.
“Do you deserve more?” he asked, laving her tongue with his as he carried her away from the rocks.
She nodded enthusiastically.
He broke off the kiss. “Is that really true?”
Bright green eyes, full of lust and longing, fluttered as she pouted. “Of course it’s true! I don’t care what you do, spank me, fuck me, tie me up and make me wait for days, just don’t leave me here without you, Ragnar. Er, I mean, sir. Please.”
Well, that would do it.
He knelt and gently laid her out on the softest patch of moss. She sucked in a breath and let her arms fall away from him to land overhead, but her legs were still tightly wrapped around his hips as she squirmed against him futilely, his cock too low for satisfaction.
“I would give you anything,” he admitted, chest squeezing as he looked down on her shimmering body under the starlight.
With one hand under her backside, the other slipped between her legs, and he finally found that nubbin she liked so much, tickling it until her legs released and she was only a bucking, wild mess beneath him on the earth.
Brioni called his name as he played in her slickness, rubbing a thumb over and around it then drawing full circles with his palm, careful to remember the unique ways every move made her jerk and whimper.
It wasn’t long at all before she cried out with her own release, stiff and then trembling as she fisted the moss and arched into the pleasure he gave her.
When she fell lax on the earth, she closed her eyes and smiled with contentedness.
But he wasn’t done.
Ragnar slid two fingers inside her and into his own pool of seed, and her hips bucked wildly.
“Ah, Ragnar, I already came,” she managed to pant between jolting breaths.
“I know,” he growled, pumping harder and tickling near the place inside that he knew gave demon women pleasure until he watched Brioni’s eyes go wide and her mouth fall open unable to close. “I want you to come again.”
He dropped his mouth down onto one of her nipples and sucked, and her hands tangled themselves up in his hair. He gave her breast the attention it deserved before moving to the other, letting his fangs skim over the peak of her nipple and then taking it fully.
She writhed beneath him on his fingers, his thumb finding her sensitive nub once more.
She was perhaps fighting it, but he would tame that resistance out of her and get what he wanted—what he knew she needed.
And when he gently bit down on her nipple, another orgasm finally ripped out of her and he felt every quiver on his fingers as she came again.
“Good girl,” he purred up against her chest and leaned down to give her lax mouth another kiss. She tried desperately to return it, but she was so boneless on the earth that even her mouth didn’t work. “And it seems you’re ready for me again.”
Her eyes went wide as his hardened cock prodded at her entrance once more.
He chuckled, pressing the tip in as she trembled around it. “Does my good girl deserve to have her pretty hole filled again?”
She swallowed hard and nodded.
Ragnar thrust into her, and it was as glorious as the first time, only with every thrust, her breasts bounced, and her face—blazes her face. She was in ecstasy, head tipped back, pink mouth open and panting, eyes squeezed shut.
“Ragnar!” she screamed, her hands finding his horns and holding on for dear life.
He drove in harder, body lighting up anew. Being inside her was a gift, one he didn’t want to squander, but it was so warm and perfect that he was brought to the edge quickly.
“Please don’t stop,” she huffed as he slowed.
“Are you going to come for me again?”
She shook her head. “I just want to feel you inside me for as long as possible.”
His throat went tight. She wanted him. His soulbond wanted him. Forever.
Ragnar swallowed away the thickness. “You are going to come for me again,” he demanded, wanting to give her more, to give her everything.
“I don’t know if I can.” Her legs were shaking.
“You will, sweetling,” he cooed, reaching an arm behind her to cradle her back and neck, the other sliding between them to encircle her nub. “Come for me, Brioni. Come for me now.”
She cried and rose off the earth, but he held her tight, pulling her against his chest with his next thrust. His own release spilled out as she spasmed around his pulsing cock, and then they both fell to the earth together, completely spent.
It was a long time before either stirred, basking in each other’s warmth, naked on the mossy floor of the forest and wrapped in safe arms. But then Brioni popped up like a spring, eyes blinking into the darkness and a wide grin spreading over her face.
Ragnar tensed, grabbing her middle protectively so she couldn’t scurry off. She’d never had such vigor after one release, let alone three. “What’s wrong?”
Brioni bit her lip and looked down at him with a special wickedness in her eye. “Again?”
“Uh.” He flicked his gaze to his reposing cock. “I’m not sure I—”
“Too bad!” she cried and pounced.