Page 41 of Unholy Fate

Still rock hard, I pulled out. I had bigger plans for her tonight. If Ian had her cunt first, I’d be first up her ass. Using her excess of wetness I lubed up her asshole and pushed in so slowly, groaning at the tightness.

While it was going to hurt her, I planned for her to enjoy this.

“No!” she cried, small nails digging into my chest, drawing blood. “Please. Not there.”

She began to sob as I continued to enter her ass inch by painstaking inch.

I licked the tears off her face, then reached between us and put my thumb on her clit, pressing hard as I let the sensation from her little nub distract her from me sinking deeper into her.

“Look at me,” I commanded. She slowly raised her gaze to meet mine, her pretty lips trembling. “Tell me you want this. Tell me to fuck you.”

“I, I…” she stammered.

“Now!” I growled, letting the barest glimmer of my demon’s self shine in my eyes.

Evelyn shuddered under me. “I want you.”

“I want you, master.”

She swallowed. “I want you,master. Please, fuck me.”

So hot.

“All mine, bitch.” I picked up the pace.

She winced and tried to wiggle out from under me, but I held her in place as I finally entered her completely. Fucking hell. She felt amazing.

“Master, why?” she cried.

“Because it feels good.” I pulled out slightly and slammed back in as my thumb continued working on her clit. Then I grabbed her hand and guided it to her pussy.

It would be even better if she cooperated in this, making her fall even harder.

“Play with yourself, little dove. Press there. Fuck me back.” I pushed her fingers against her clit and moved her hand back and forth, showing her the rhythm, guiding her.

She moaned and began to move her hand under mine, keeping time with my thrusts. My cock was on fire inside her ass, and I had to stop myself from coming then and there as I watched her.

Soon, her hips bucked against me, meeting my rhythm as she came undone around our fingers.

“Yes!” she screamed as I emptied myself into her ass.

We lay there, panting heavily for what felt like hours. When I finally pulled out, I looked down at her. Rumpled, sweaty, debauched… she was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

I brushed a strand of hair from Evelyn’s face as she sprawled on the bed, legs still apart. Her eyes unfocused, still clearly reeling from the intensity of what we had just shared. From the fact she’d helped with her ass fucking.

“You’re incredible,” I murmured, satisfaction lacing my tone.

Evelyn remained silent, lost in a chaotic whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. I could see the doubt warring with the lingering bliss on her beautiful features. She seemed to be struggling to process the events of the evening, her memories fragmented and hazy from the enchanted wine and aphrodisiac-laced meal.

I traced a finger along her jaw and down her neck, relishing the shiver it elicited. The early steps of corrupting this untainted, devout woman had been even more delicious than I anticipated. Breaking down her walls, coaxing out her repressed desires, claiming her still virginal body in the most forbidden ways... It was intoxicating.

“I should go,” Evelyn finally whispered, her words slurred. She made a feeble attempt to sit up.

I pressed a hand to her shoulder, easing her back down. “Shh, rest a while longer. You’ve had quite the night.”

Her brow furrowed as she fought to clear the fog from her mind. “This was wrong. I shouldn’t have...”

“Don’t overthink it,” I soothed. “What we shared was beautiful. Special.” I leaned in closer, my lips brushing her ear. “Embrace it.”

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