Chapter 7
Vazul
As I listened to their conversation, my blood increasingly boiled with anger.
The rage I felt towards Angie would soon reach its breaking point.
Coral’s lack of confidence was also pissing me off.
In how many different ways did I need to tell her that I was hers?
And yet, listening to this drivel actually helped me identify the sore points for my Mistress.
The foolish woman seriously believed that my being a sex demon meant that I was constantly craving the most disturbed forms of debauchery possible.
It didn’t. It only meant that I was open to everything and anything and could provide incommensurable pleasure to my partner.
I didn’t have to personally enjoy whatever kink I was required to partake in.
In the end, all that mattered to me was to make sure my partner had what they needed so that I could feed.
But I had my preferences and my own kinks.
Even though she struggled to accept it for now, I would spend the next lifetime proving to her that she more than sated my needs.
Her kinks were mine, not out of duty, but because I genuinely liked all that she was into.
Sex with her wasn’t a chore, it was mutual pleasure for the sake of enjoyment.
Feeding on her delectable emotions was just the added bonus.
Still, I loved seeing my woman’s spine steadily grow as the conversation progressed.
Her deep outrage over Angie implying that she would pimp me out did the funniest thing to me.
It wasn’t jealousy that prompted Coral’s anger, but a sincere need to protect me from what she perceived as extreme exploitation and degradation.
It messed with my head to once more have this confirmation that she deeply cared for me as a person and not merely property.
Previous masters had shared Angie’s perspective as to what I was and how I should be used. Others at that party would have also shamelessly taken a similar approach had I belonged to them instead. But not my beautiful Coral.
Angelique’s despicable voice tore me out of my musings.
“You’re not a witch, you fool. You have no coven, no protection. Who do you think the Council will side with? Me, a powerful and highly respected witch in our circle? Or you, the weak, unaffiliated little nobody who couldn’t even be bothered to complete her basic training?”
Fed up, I stomped out of the room and marched to the entrance.
“She does have protection. Me,” I growled, slamming my fist on my chest. “I told you to stay the fuck away from my Coral and to stop threatening or distressing her.”
Coral gaped at me, seeming both relieved and unsure how to handle the situation. So I took charge. Walking up to the two women, I gently moved my Mistress to the side so that the wretched hag would have no choice but to face me instead.
Despite the sliver of fear that surged within her, Angelique took on a defiant stance that might have commanded respect under different circumstances.
“Pfft! She’s so weak that she’s ordered her servant to defend her?” Angelique asked, her voice dripping with disdain.
“My Coral did no such thing,” I replied with as much contempt as I could muster. “I protect her because I want to. I’m not yours, never was, and never will be. For months, you tried to hatch me and miserably failed. Ever wondered why?”
“Apparently, because you were defective,” she said, trying to hide the uncertainty taking root within.
“No, you stupid wench. I didn’t hatch because I refused to spawn for you.
Everything about you is foul. I chose not to hatch because I would never serve such an entitled and self-serving hag as you are.
You do not deserve all the ways in which one such as I could enrich your life.
But the minute I felt Coral, I knew she was the one. ”
The shock and outrage that swelled within Angelique was literally orgasmic.
Who would have thought that anything about that disgusting woman could get me excited?
Obviously, not in terms of getting frisky with her in any way.
But I couldn’t deny the pleasure making her miserable provided me.
In that was even more delightfully compounded by Coral feeling deeply moved by my words.
“Two hours was all that Coral needed for me to rise from the depths of the netherworld and rush to her. She is the Mistress I’ve always dreamt of serving.
Her emotions are like the purest ambrosia.
Her touch is an addictive drug I never want to be cured of.
I crave everything about her, her presence, her voice, even her contemplative silence is a delight to me.
But everything about you is repulsive. Every time you laid your filthy paws on me at your event made my skin crawl. ”
“You lie!” Angelique shouted, her hands fisted as she fought tears of humiliation.
“I do not lie. And knowing that my words are the truth infuriates you right now,” I said with malicious glee.
“You can stop spewing all that nonsense. Coral doesn’t have to ask me to do chores for her.
I ache to perform them because I love how pleasing her feels.
Should she ever cast me away, I will return to the underworld before I ever serve the likes of you. ”
I took a few more steps forward, towering over the insufferable hag. She took a couple of steps back, angry, intimidated, and still unable to accept that things hadn’t gone her way.
“As my woman said, you relinquished ownership of the egg when you left it in your apartment. The egg is no more. It is hatched and incinerated. You have no claim here. Now leave and do not return. Should you ever threaten or harass my Mistress again, you will feel my wrath. And remember well, I am not bound by mortal laws,” I growled menacingly.
“The Council of Witches will hear of this!” Angelique snapped, her eyes throwing daggers as she glanced in turn at my woman and me.
“By all means, go cry to them and see what response you will get for trying to steal a familiar,” I replied mockingly.
With an enraged growl, Angelique turned around and stormed out of the house. I casually strolled to the door, properly closing it behind her and locking it before facing my woman.
The awe and powerful emotion with which Coral gazed upon me turned me upside down.
“What incredibly kind things to say about me,” she said with a slightly trembling voice.
I huffed. “It wasn’t kind, it was true.”
She blinked and gaped at me with an uncertain look in her beautiful light-brown eyes.
“Really? You can choose who to hatch for?” Coral asked hesitantly.
“Yes, you silly female. I told you I don’t lie. I hatched for you because I wanted to belong to you.”
Her lips quivered, and the wave of emotions she blasted my way nearly had me come undone. Never in my thousand years of existence had anyone ever expressed this kind of feeling for me.
Coral ran and threw herself into my arms. I caught her, and she wrapped her arms around my neck and legs around my waist before crushing my lips with a brutal kiss. Too soon, she ended it to look at me with adoration.
“You truly are the best,” she said, her voice thick with emotion.
“I know,” I said smugly while smirking at her. “Feel free to thank me properly for it.”
She burst out laughing then sank her fingers into my hair before rubbing her nose against mine.
“I think you deserve it,” she whispered against my lips.
She didn’t have to say it twice.
I carried her up to the master bedroom, our mouths locked in a passionate kiss.
Her steadily growing arousal was the most potent aphrodisiac.
As a sex demon, I could get hard on demand.
But with her, I didn’t even have to will my cock into action.
Her mere presence, her slightest emotions sufficed to send blood rushing to my groin.
Even now, I ached to bury myself to the hilt and pound her sweet, sweet pussy into oblivion as she writhed beneath me and screamed my name.
And soon, she would do just that, over and over again.
My cock throbbed in anticipation as I reached the landing and made a beeline for the bedroom.
I kicked the door open with a bit more force than necessary, but my blood was boiling with impatience.
You think I was a teenager about to get his dick wet for the first time instead of an elder demon with over a thousand years of existence.
I set her back down on her feet near the bed, my lips still devouring hers.
My hands feverishly roamed over her as she reciprocated.
I unzipped the back of her dress, my palm slipping under the fabric to caress the soft skin of her back.
She shivered against me, the warmth of my palm causing goosebumps to erupt all over her.
I loved how responsive she was to my touch, and especially how sensitive she was to my play on heat variations.
My beautiful Mistress had no idea what I had in store for her today.
I gently raked my claws in an ascending path up her back before hooking them under the straps of her maxi dress. I slipped them down her shoulders, and the fabric fell off in a soft rustle, exposing the perfection of her naked body to my greedy hands.
As if she had read my intentions, Coral broke the kiss first. But before I could tilt her head back to kiss her neck, my woman pre-emptively performed it on me first. I wanted to growl in protest. I liked being in charge in the bedroom.
However, her emotions shouted loudly her desire to take the lead right now.
The selfish part of me wanted to ignore it, but my need to please her took precedence, and I begrudgingly submitted.
How odd that I would struggle with allowing someone to voluntarily cater to me instead of having to request or even beg for it.