Page 20 of The Daughter of the Devil

"Quiet." He snaps his mouth closed and looks down at the floor, so I take the next few paces towards him. "You're not under any obligation to follow my orders, you're choosing too. I respect you for that. You've chosen to bend the knee to me." My mind is racing, I'm trying to hold on to a moment of authority before it's all gone. "You're going to listen to these words, carefully, and you're going to follow this command, since you feel so obligated to – do you understand?" He nods slowly, but doesn't speak. "When we are alone, you're always to lock the door and light that candle. From that moment I'm no longer Morgana, Future Queen of Hell, Princess of Darkness, whatever crap you want to drone on…" Am I shaking? "Human, angel, whatever, it doesn't matter to me if I can't do what I want, and I've always done what I want. And what I want…is to please you, make you feel…what you need to feel. Do you understand what I am saying?" He's looking at me like I just slapped him. "If you want me to punish you, I'd be just as glad but something tells me its not going to help as much."

"I'm not sure the human you has what it takes. You wouldn't last an hour."

"I'll last longer than you. Probably all night." I challenge.

"I could kill you." His words are barely audible.

"Then I better die smiling." It's swift, he grabs my waist and spins us around till our positions switch. He pushes up against me and pulls me closer to what seems to be a kiss. Ready to brace myself, I open my mouth, pursing my lips. I feel a tongue slip in and I respond with mine - however the tongue keeps slipping in and as I open my eyes I quickly realize his tongue is much longer and larger than last time. It slides its way to the back of my throat, as I gag, he uses the moment to wrap his hands around my breasts. I twitch, my body responding to the strange sensation, as I choke, he pulls the tongue back and lets out a small laugh. “Still think you’ll last the night?” He whispers.

I beckon him by pulling him closer back into a kiss. Alistair takes his hand and moves my skirt, and underwear aside, slipping his fingers deep inside of me. Letting out a whimper, my eyes roll back as he slides four more fingers into me, feeling as though my body was expanding to let him in. “Please…” I plead.

He smirks, “I know I shouldn't, but I like it when you beg.” He grabs the bale of my neck and takes a large bite, which makes my body flinch uncontrollably. It feels as if I've been paralyzed and I can no longer move my body. Picking me up by my waist he lays me onto the bed, spreading my legs apart. I'm breathless, anticipating what I couldn’t possibly be imagining – but I was. “Are you ready?” He teases.

I let out a small whimper because I've lost my voice and the amount of pleasure I am experiencing is giving me the inability to properly speak. He let his tongue slip out and he bends over me, lightly licking my clit while teasing me. My pussy almost crying out to be tasted, I let out a small moan to let him know I'm ready. His tongue bashful, traces the outside of my thighs, around my pussy and back to the clit. My eyes welling up, I'm practically begging to get tongue fucked. Alistair notices my body trembling, finally allowing his tongue inside of me. I wince, as the tongue thrusts inside me.

“Fuck!” I yell out. The pleasure was so good it sent a shock into me so that I could finally speak. He continues on, throwing my legs up, my knees close to my face, continuing inside me. I'm going crazy, it's just his tongue inside of me and it's making me go mad! Alistair slowly takes his tongue out, places my legs back onto the bed, and lays on top of me, turning my face away from his. I can feel something near my pussy, pressing onto it, it feels huge, almost like a baseball bat. This…this was different to earlier today, he seemed more…human. But this? This was demonic! He bites me on the neck, and continues licking my breasts all the way to my eyes, whispering sweet nothings into my ears.

“Are you afraid of what’s to come next? Most don’t survive this part…” He whispers.

"I did earlier." I state.

"I held back, Morgana." My name from his lips, I could die.

"Ugh, why are we talking, just fuck me already!"

“Are you sure? Is this really what you want?” He presses it up against me tighter.

“Yes!”

He wraps his hand around my neck gripping tightly, his breath against my neck. "Louder."

"Fuck me!" He lets out a loud laugh, and spreads my legs, pressing into me what felt to be like a giant forearm. I cry out in pleasure, as his grip around my neck doesn't loosen and I feel as if I am going to slip out of consciousness. Pounding into me, each time I feel my body give in to it. His thrusts matching my breaths, I try to stay awake but the pleasure is too much. He occasionally slows down, taking it out slowly then thrusting back into me with all his strength. Whimpering, I beg for him to cum inside of me.

Wrapping his arms around my body to lift me up, we're face to face sitting up as he thrashes his dick into me. I bounce up and down, my body feeling like a rag doll – I can feel my body on fire. I can barely keep my eyes open and as the thrusts get faster I feel as if I'm going to pass out.

I can barely speak, but I know if I pass out now it would be all for nothing. I grab what feels to be his shoulders as tightly as I possibly can.

Pounding into me harder and faster he throws my body down and thrusts two more times, letting everything out inside me. I can feel it filling my up, and my body responding. After a few breaths I try to keep my eyes open, but I've already succumbed to the pleasure. Alistair lays his body on to mine, licks my face and whispers into my ear. “The night is still young,” He taunts.

20

A Night in Hell

Alistair

As I leave Morgana's chambers for the night, the weight of our recent intimacy presses heavily on my mind. I stayed with her far longer than I intended, my worry over our encounter keeping me close. Each moment replayed in my mind, the feel of her mortal body beneath mine, the way she gasped and responded—had it been too much for her? She appeared okay, but that didn’t stop the gnawing fear that I might have harmed her. I hope it's because I managed to hold back, but the doubt remains, a persistent whisper in the back of my mind.

Walking through the dark corridors of Lucifer's castle, the cold that permeates Hell seeps into my bones. The familiar chill is a stark reminder of where I belong. The landscape outside is a desolate wasteland of ice and soul crystals, a stark contrast to the fiery infernos mortals often imagine. I step out into the biting cold, my breath visible in the frigid air. The soul crystals glimmer in the darkness, casting an eerie, cyan-blue glow across the frozen terrain, their light reflecting the agony of the souls trapped within them.

Instinctively, I decide to check in with my father, Alastor. As Hell's greatest demon and Lucifer's closest confidant, his presence is both a source of pride and intimidation for me. The path to his domain is well-trodden, yet each step feels heavier tonight. My mind is consumed with thoughts of Morgana—her safety, her well-being, and the inexplicable bond we now share.

My father’s domain lies just beyond the castle, a formidable fortress carved into the icy ground. The structure is adorned with soul crystals that pulsate with the suffering they contain, their light casting long shadows that dance across the walls. The entrance is guarded by demonic sentinels, their eyes glowing with the same blue light as the crystals. They nod in recognition as I pass, granting me entry without question.

Inside, the temperature drops even further. The grand hall is vast and imposing, with walls lined with weapons and artifacts from countless conquests. The air is thick with the scent of brimstone and the faint echoes of tormented souls. My father’s presence is palpable, a force that commands attention and respect.

I hear the familiar sounds of my father disciplining my younger brothers before I see them. Their names are Astaroth and Belial, twin demons who, despite being only a few years younger than me, have always been a thorn in my side. They are relentless in their attempts to undermine me, sometimes even attempting to kill me, but I’ve always managed to survive their schemes.

I enter the grand hall to find my father standing tall and imposing, his presence filling the room. Alastor is a formidable figure, towering over even the largest demons. His skin is as dark as the deepest abyss, his eyes a piercing red that seem to see through everything. Horns curve elegantly from his forehead, and his armor, adorned with sigils of power, glints in the light of the soul crystals.

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