"Mordakus," she breathes, her voice echoing softly in the silent cavern, her eyes massive pools of need and want in the dim light.
I capture her lips, kiss her deep and hard, tasting and exploring, owning and claiming. She moans, the sound sharp, fueling the inferno within me. My hands are rough, my touch possessive as I yank away the blanket, leaving her exposed to the cold and my gaze.
I move quickly, stripping her, leaving her panting and shivering, but I don't give her a chance to protest or catch her breath. I'm on her, my hands roaming, my mouth tasting. I nip, I bite, I suck, leaving marks, branding her as mine under the flickering light of the fire.
"Please," she pleads, her voice hoarse, her body writhing and soaking the thin material of her panties.
My fingers find their way between her legs, feeling the damp heat. I growl, the sound feral, as I rip away the offending material, exposing her to me. I stroke her, feeling the slickness of her arousal, the quickened rhythm of her pulse.
Her body tenses, her breaths shorten, and I feel her tighten around my fingers. She screams, her voice bouncing around the cave walls, her body convulsing.
When her shuddering stops, I pull her up roughly. "Suck," I order, guiding my rock-hard cock to her mouth. She takes me in without hesitation.
Eve's mouth is a hot, slick paradise, her tongue dancing over my sensitive skin, and it's all I can do not to lose myself.
My control slips away, and I grab her hair, fuck her mouth. She gags but doesn't resist, taking me deep, over and over, until I roar my release, filling her mouth with my seed.
As I pull away, my vision swims, my heart pounds in my ears. I flip her over roughly, pushing her to the ground.
I drive into her without preamble. She squeals, the sound sharp as she takes in my thick demon length, but I don't stop, I can't. I pound into her, over and over, chasing the oblivion that's just out of reach. I'm a beast, out of control, and she takes it, all of it, bucking back, mating me as frantically as I'm mating her.
"Oh, Mordakus!" she moans, her body clenches around me as she reaches the edge. She’s so close. I can feel it. See it in the flush spreading across her skin, the way her nails dig into my unyielding abs, the way her body quivers with the force of her desire.
Her eyes meet mine, and I see the moment she falls, the second her release washes over her. She moans, her body tensing above me, her pussy clenches and flutters around me, pulling me deeper into her. I grit my teeth and thrust up, losing myself in the sensation of her body as I chase my own release.
I can feel the pressure building, the tingle at the base of my spine.
I'm so close, but I grit my teeth, fighting it off.
Not yet. I want her to shatter again, to milk me of every drop of my essence.
I reach for her clit, stroking her in time with my thrusts. She screams, her body tensing, and I'm lost in hrt.
I drive into her one last time, growling her name as I release.
My weight forces her into the ground, and she doesn't protest, even as I feel my release start to leak out.
We lie there, panting, our hearts pounding in sync, our bodies slick with sweat and other things.
11
MORDAKUS
The sun beats down mercilessly as we trudge through the wasteland. I try to focus on the path ahead, on potential threats, on anything but the memory of last night. Eve's compassion, her acceptance of my demon nature... It's unsettling.
Dangerous, even.
Attachments are a liability.
"Mordakus, look!" Her excited voice breaks into my thoughts. She's pointing at something in the distance - a cluster of structures that don't look entirely abandoned.
I squint, my enhanced vision confirming her observation. "Seems like some kind of settlement," I grunt. "Could be friendly, could be trouble. But we need supplies, so stay close."
As we approach, pull down my old worn hat to cover my horns. I notice makeshift fortifications and guards posted at what appears to be an entrance.
They tense as they spot us, raising their weapons.
"State your business!" one of them shouts.