Chapter 54 Elowen
ELOWEN
The room he leads us into is…not what I expected.
It isn’t a bedchamber—there’s no bed, no soft linens, no sense of comfort or privacy.
Instead, it feels like a ritual space.
The walls are dark stone, polished smooth but veined faintly with something that glows deep within—like embers buried beneath the surface. The air is thick with heat, far stronger than in the outer room, and carries a faint scent of spice and smoke that clings to the back of my throat.
Heavy drapes hang from the ceiling, sheer and gauzy, shifting slightly as if stirred by a breeze I can’t feel. Firelight glows behind them in soft pulses, casting the entire chamber in a low, flickering amber.
At the center of the room is a chair. No…not just a chair—a throne.
It’s carved from some dark, gleaming material that looks almost like obsidian, its surface smooth and curved, the edges softened as though shaped by heat rather than tools.
There are no arms and the seat is wide—far wider than it needs to be for one person—and cushioned in deep red velvet that seems to drink in the light.
It’s obviously meant for two.
The realization sends a flush of heat rushing through me that has nothing to do with the temperature of the room.
The Fire Demon gestures toward it with an elegant flourish of one burning hand.
“There you are—your place awaits.”
I swallow hard, my gaze fixed on the chair as my heart begins to race again.
Behind us, one of the gauzy curtains shifts. I turn instinctively—and catch a glimpse of something bright moving behind it.
It’s flame—Salazar has gone behind the curtain. He’s not really giving us privacy, but at least I can’t see him anymore. He’ll be watching us do this, though—every bit of it. Like we’re putting on a command performance just for him.
My stomach twists as he confirms my thoughts.
“You will not see me,” I hear him smoothly. “But I assure you…I will see you. I will see everything.”
Heat floods my cheeks. I don’t like this—not one bit. But the ache inside me pulses again, stronger than ever, and I find myself taking a step forward anyway.
“Now,” his voice continues, calm and measured, “let us discuss the terms of your trial.”
I stop just short of the chair, my fingers curling at my sides.
“Terms?” I echo faintly.
“Of course, little priestess.” There’s a hint of amusement in his tone. “You did not think I would simply hand you what you seek without some effort, I hope.”
Theron makes a low sound beside me, something halfway between a growl and a warning.
“Careful,” he rumbles. “We’re not hear for your fucking amusement, demon.”
The curtain flickers as Salazar laughs softly.
“Oh, but you are my dear Drake,” he says. “That’s the whole reason you’re here. Now then, let’s continue with the terms.”
“What fucking terms?” Theron demands.
“Listen and I’ll tell you,” Salazar says mildly. “But the terms are not for you but for the little priestess.”
“What…what do you want me to do?” I ask, my voice almost too dry to talk.
“Nothing you’re not already burning to do, I’m sure, little priestess,” he tells me. “But no matter how eager you are to be filled with your handsome Drake’s shaft, you must give before you may take.
A shiver runs down my spine.
“Give what?” I ask.
“Why pleasure of course, my dear.” The curtain shakes again with a rumble of demonic laughter. “You must take your Drake in your mouth–but you must not let him come. I want his need to be at its peak when he enters you.”
I nibble my bottom lip. It’s not like I don’t want to suck Theron–I do. I’m thirsty for the taste of his spicy, cinnamon-sweet precum. But I can’t help feeling embarrassed, knowing we have an audience.
“Well?” Salazar says, interrupting my long pause. “I’m ready when the two of you are. Unless you’ve decided you don’t want the living coal after all?”
“No, we want it—we do,” I say quickly. “Just…let me get situated.”
Theron helps me get seated on the throne–which has no arms–just the thick crimson cushion.
“You all right with this, baby?” he murmurs, cupping my cheek in one big hand.
“Yes.” I lick my lips and look up at him. “Please, Theron…I’m so thirsty,” I admit in a low voice.
“I’m sorry, baby.” He strokes my cheek. “We’re going to take this slow. Just be sure to pull off if I tell you to. Been wanting you all week–it’s going to be fucking hard to keep from coming when you wrap your sweet little mouth around my cock.”
His dirty words and the hot way he’s looking at me make me press my thighs together.
“All right,” I whisper. “I…I’ll try to be careful.”
“Good girl.” He opens his trousers and pulls out his cock. It seems even bigger than I remember, and the broad head is already slick and shiny with precum.
I take a deep breath, my heart fluttering like a trapped bird against my ribs.
The throne is surprisingly comfortable beneath me, the thick cushion cradling my hips, but I feel utterly exposed.
The air in the cavernous chamber is cool, but my skin is flushed with heat.
I can feel the weight of unseen eyes, the silent presence of the Fire Demon, but all I can truly see is Theron.
“It’s okay, baby—take your time,” he rumbles. “Go at your own pace.”
He stands before me, a mountain of muscle and gentle strength. His silver eyes are soft, watching me with an intensity that feels like a physical touch. I love that he’s giving me control over this situation—it makes the knot of nervousness in my stomach begin to loosen.
I lean forward, drawn by the spicy, masculine scent of him, by the glistening drop of precum beading at the slit of his broad, flushed cockhead. It looks like a pearl of amber honey in the torchlight.
I close my eyes for a second, then open them, holding his gaze as I tentatively extend my tongue. I don’t take him in my mouth just yet. First, I give the shiny droplet a slow, careful lick.
The taste explodes on my tongue—cinnamon, yes, but richer, deeper, like spiced mead and storm-warmed leather. A soft sound escapes me, part surprise, part pure want. Oh Goddess he tastes so good, and this is exactly what I need—what the curse makes me crave.
“Mmm, baby—feels so good. Love your hot little tongue,” Theron rumbles. His praise washes over me, warm and sweet, melting the last of my hesitation.
Emboldened, I lean in again. This time, I press my lips to the velvety-soft skin of his shaft, just below the head, and place a kiss there.
I feel him twitch, hear his sharp intake of breath.
I kiss my way around the thick crown, nuzzling…
learning the shape and heat of him with my mouth.
His shaft is so hard, but his skin is as soft as rose petals.
His scent is stronger here and I love it—a dark spice that draws me to him and makes me want even more.
“That’s it,” Theron encourages, his thumb stroking my cheekbone. “Taste me, baby. Gods you’re so fucking beautiful.”
His praise makes me feel warm and cherished. The world seems to narrow down to just the two of us.
Finally, I open my mouth and take the broad head inside. I can’t fit much, not yet. My jaw aches immediately with the stretch, but the taste is amazing—salty-sweet and uniquely Theron. I swirl my tongue around the sensitive tip, lapping up the fresh precum that wells up instantly in response.
“Fuck…just like that, sweetheart. Use your tongue… fuck, that’s good.” His praise is a constant, rumbling murmur, stoking the fire in my belly.
I suck gently, experimentally, and he lets out a ragged groan that goes straight to my pussy, making my own need pulse between my thighs. But am I pushing him too far? Is he getting too close? Maybe I’d better check.
I pull off with a soft, wet sound, breathing heavily.
“Okay?” I whisper, looking up at him.
His eyes are half-lidded, glowing with molten silver pleasure.
“More than okay, baby. You can go on—I’m not on the edge yet.”
Nodding, I guide the thick shaft back to my lips. This time, I take him deeper, letting my mouth slide down another impossible inch. The stretch is intense, filling my senses but I don’t stop—I love the taste of his precum which flows steadily as long as I keep sucking.
I focus on the rhythm he seems to like—suck, swirl my tongue, pull back to the tip to breathe, then sink down again. My hand comes up to wrap around the base of his shaft, my fingers not quite meeting as I stroke in time with my mouth.
“Oh, fuck, baby,” Theron breathes, his head falling back, the cords of his neck standing out. He never forces my pace, never thrusts. He just lets me take him, his big body trembling with the effort of staying still.
He looks down at me, stroking my hair.
“Look at you taking me so sweetly…your pretty mouth wrapped around my cock,” he growls softly. “Fuck, I’ve been dreaming of this ever since the first time you sucked me.”
His words, so raw and honest, make me moan around him. The vibration draws another low groan from him, and I feel powerful and cherished all at once, knowing I can get such a visceral reaction from such a big, strong male.
I love being in control of his pleasure. I pick up the pace slightly, bobbing my head, learning what makes his thighs tense and what makes that deep, rumbling growl start in his chest.
One of his hands leaves my hair to cup my chin, his thumb stroking my lower lip where it’s stretched around him.
“So beautiful… doing so good for me, Elowen. Such a good girl.”
The praise sinks into me, becoming its own kind of pleasure.
I lose myself in the rhythm, in the heavy weight on my tongue, in the addictive taste and his whispered encouragements.
The world narrows to this—the slick sounds of my mouth on his cock…
his scent…the feel of his hands in my hair…
on my face…the cinnamon spice taste of his precum and his low, dirty words making my pussy clench with need.
I can feel him getting thicker, harder—the shaft in my hand throbbing more urgently. His breathing is coming in ragged pants now.
“Baby… Elowen… oh, Gods, right there…”
I suck even harder but just as a new, more frantic tension coils in his muscles, his hands frame my face, gentle but firm. “
“Pull off, sweetheart,” he groans raggedly. “Now. Pull off for me.”
I immediately release him, sliding off with a gasp, my lips swollen and wet. He’s throbbing visibly—the head dark and slick—but he holds himself perfectly still, his entire body rigid with restraint.
“Fuck,” he pants. “Gods, that was so fucking good, baby—I almost came. Almost shot my seed down your pretty little throat.”
I lick my swollen lips.
“You taste so good, Theron. But…I need more.”
“I know you do, sweetheart.” He strokes my cheek again. “Going to give you more in just a minute, I promise.”
“A very kind promise, which I do believe it is time to fulfil,” Salazar says from behind the curtain.
The Fire Demon’s voice makes me flinch—in the intense intimacy of sucking Theron while we stared into each other’s eyes, I had almost forgotten he was watching us.
But it’s clear he’s still directing the action.
“Now,” I hear him say from behind the curtain. “It’s time—time for you to ride your Drake, my little priestess. Time to see if he can fill you without changing the color of your eyes.”
My heart rate, which had begun to slow, speeds up again. Oh Goddess, I want Theron inside me so badly I ache! I know I don't really want him to change the color of my eyes, but I need to be filled so much it’s hard to think about that. I just know I want him in me.
“Time to switch places, baby,” Theron rumbles. He helps me up off the throne and seats himself there instead. His long, thick cock juts up from between his thighs, looking incredibly huge and intimidating—especially when I remember how tight I am.
Oh Goddess, no matter how badly I need him in me, I can’t help fearing he’s going to tear me apart!
“It’s all right, sweetheart–come here and let me fill you,” Theron tells me, holding out his arms.
“I want you to but…but I’m afraid,” I confess. “Theron, you’re so big.”
He frowns, looking concerned.
“I know, baby. And I know you’re a virgin and you’ve never had a shaft in your soft little pussy before. There is one way to help ease the way, but…” He shakes his head. “No—never mind.”
“What? What way?” I ask. I’m feeling desperate—I’ll try anything!
Theron frowns.
“You won’t like it.”
“I’d like anything that helps me take you,” I tell him. “Just tell me.”
“Well…” He sighs and runs a hand over his horns. “All right. Remember I told you that my Drake has magic in his precum that helps a female stretch?”
I feel a stab of anxiety—his Drake’s shaft is almost twice as large as his! And it has all those scary looking ridges.
Theron seems to see my fear because he’s quick to explain.
“I would only do a partial Shift—just long enough to rub against you,” he promises. “Just enough to get your wet little pussy ready to open for me. Then I can Shift back before I slide inside you.” He gives me a level look. “Do you trust me enough to let me do that, baby?”
Do I? I have to think for a moment. My heart is pounding but I think I do. He’s never hurt me before.
“Yes,” I whisper. “Yes, I trust you.”
“Good girl. Then I’ll do a partial Shift.” He gets a look of concentration on his face and his shaft shimmers and reforms.
I feel my eyes go wide as I examine the huge silver scaled cock rising from between his thighs. The head is bigger than my fist and it’s already wet with precum.
“Come on, baby,” Theron nods at me. “It’s time.”
Biting my lip, I climb onto the throne, facing him, and hover over him with my knees planted on the thick crimson cushion. Oh Goddess, I can’t believe I’m about to do this…but I am. There’s no other way to fit Theron’s thick shaft inside my virgin pussy.
Slowly, I lower myself down on him because what else can I do?