Chapter 7 #3
Another violent shiver coursed through her even as she complied.
Although I had just spent a good while feasting on her, my mouth watered, and my cock throbbed watching her dainty fingers slip between her thighs.
Watching her painted nails rubbing her clit had me on the verge of throwing myself on her before unleashing my passion.
I growled again and wrapped my hand around my cock, stroking myself almost brutally as she pleasured herself for me. She licked her lips in a slow and provocative fashion while fondling her breast with her spare hand.
My fiery tentacles tightened around her ankles, and I summoned a third one which slithered the length of her legs in a searing caress before probing her opening. Coral’s breath hitched as I started inserting it inside of her.
“Do not stop,” I snapped menacingly when the motion of her fingers rubbing her clit faltered.
Her body jerked in surprise. Eyes wide, she complied, the movement of her fingers accelerating in tandem with my tentacle thrusting in and out of her.
The bolts of pleasure shooting out of her slammed into me in a steady flow as she wants more began to crest. The shadowy tentacle inside her swelled and ebbed, maximizing the sensation it procured with each stroke, and rubbing against her G-spot just the way it needed to.
Eyes closed, her breathing labored, my woman prepared to topple over. She was so damn beautiful, her lips parted, her skin flushed with pleasure, and her gorgeous face dissolved in an air of pure bliss. And then it struck her.
Coral threw her head back with a sharp cry as a second orgasm claimed her.
Her hand tightened in an almost brutal grip over her sex while the other one fisted the blanket.
Her body seized for a few seconds before relaxing.
However, her head rolled from side to side on the mattress as she rode the waves of ecstasy, my tentacle making love to her prolonging her rapture a little longer.
As she slowly began to refocus on me, I pulled the tentacle out of her and started wrapping it all around her.
“What… what are you doing?!” Coral stammered when I tightly bound her.
“Binding you, my sweet, before I have my way with you.”
Fear and excitement surged within her in equal measure as the fiery ropes crawled all over her, forming an intricate web around her body like a rope harness.
But they didn’t bind her wrists behind her back.
Instead, two of them tugged on her arms, forcing her first into a sitting position and then to lean forward.
Coral gasped when the tentacles bound her right wrist and ankle together, and the right elbow and knee together. With the same thing happening with her left leg and arm, my Mistress found herself trapped in a crab tie.
Two fiery pillars appeared to shoot out from the floor—with an impressive flash of light, for theatrics—that had my woman shouting in fear again.
A blazing rope whipped out from the top of each pillar, wrapping around her bound hands and ankles before yanking her up.
The emotions blasting out of my woman as she found herself in horizontal suspension, face up, had me so fucking hard I nearly spilled.
“Do you know how beautiful you are? Bound, exposed, and helpless but to take all that I’m about to unleash on you?” I said in that threatening otherworldly voice.
She started breathing in short, shallow bursts.
Heart pounding, her pupils dilated, and her lips parted, Coral watched me approach with fearful anticipation.
More of her essence glistened on her slit as I reached for her thighs with both hands.
Her breath hitched when my long, monstrous claws slightly dug into her tender flesh, although without breaking skin.
“I’m going to wreck you,” I hissed in half a whisper, summoning an inferno to rage around the room.
Still in my battle form, I pushed my cock into her opening.
In a perfect world, I would have rammed myself home with unbridled savagery, but that would have harmed her.
Still, I didn’t insert myself in as careful and gentle a way as I normally did.
Closely monitoring her emotions allowed me to gauge what level of discomfort matched her fantasy of being ravaged by a demon.
In no time, I was fully sheathed. The way her inner walls sucked me in and then contracted greedily around my cock had bestial growls rising in my throat with the need to spill.
I immediately set a punishing pace, taking her fast and increasingly hard until I was pounding into her with reckless abandon.
Each stroke, each caress of her tight sheath around my length had liquid flames coursing through my veins.
While I actually kept the visual inferno surrounding us at room temperature, the one raging inside me had me on the verge of combusting.
Coral was shouting with pleasure, making unintelligible sounds as I destroyed her.
Watching my cock sinking in and out of her as she hung helplessly, bound to my fire pillars, was the most erotic thing I had ever experienced.
My woman wouldn’t last much longer. Neither would I for that matter.
I gradually raised the heat level of my fiery tendrils woven in an intricate network around her body.
I raked my claws over her skin so they, too, would inflict a nice burn, even as my cock also flared inside her.
My Coral would sustain no harm, but she was truly experiencing the safe simulation of being desecrated by a fiery demon in the deepest pits of hell.
Her climax slammed into her with earth-shattering violence. My knees nearly buckled under the powerful wave of pleasure nearly too much to bear that crashed into me. My woman’s inner walls clamping down on my cock did me in.
I roared and threw my head back as a devastating orgasm claimed me.
On instinct, I buried myself deep inside Coral in one brutal thrust. Liquid bliss shot out of me like an erupting volcano as I filled my Mistress to the brim.
Each spurt felt like literal pieces of my soul being torn out of me and offered as sacrifice to the woman who owned me like no one ever had or ever will.
Feeling faint, I snuffed out the inferno raging around us.
In my half-dazed state, I might lose control of the temperature and actually burn the entire place down.
My fiery ropes also faded, releasing my Coral from her bondage.
I carefully gathered her in my arms as her bindings unwound and lowered her to the mattress.
She snuggled against me, her body still shaking from the lingering throes of passion, as was mine.
I tightened my embrace as an almost rabid possessiveness surged within me.
For centuries, I wandered the depths of the underworld only to occasionally walk the Mortal Plane for the short lifespan of the human masters I hadn’t despised, but who I had also not felt particular affection for.
But Coral was my one and only. My search was finally at an end. I was home.
“I’m never letting you go,” I whispered.
My Mistress didn’t answer. But she didn’t need to. She snuggled deeper into me and a rainbow of joy blasted out of her, responding to my statement in the most powerful way possible.
I smiled.