Page 48 of Demonchild

“You’ll tell me when yousurrender,” he said.

“I’ll never surrender.”

“We’ll see about that, wench. Eyes forward, and keep yourself bent over that altar. If you try to stand up again, I’ll make you regret it.”

Malissa braced her hands against the altar and faced forward. This time, the demon barely gave her any chance to prepare for the onslaught. The second blow fell almost immediately, just as hard as the first, and in almost the same spot. There was the sharp crack of leather meeting skin, then the fire, and finally that slow, cool tingling sensation that made her feel more alive than she’d ever felt before.

The third blow fell. Then the fourth. That one landed a little higher than the others, striking fresh skin that had not yet been set ablaze by the cruel leather. The fifth blow landed lower, across the tops of her thighs.

Malissa gasped sharply each time the paddle struck her. She whimpered. She screamed. Hot tears filled her eyes and rolled down her cheeks to the corners of her mouth. She licked them away.

The paddle came down again and again, hitting her naked backside with a steady rhythm. The sound echoed off the pillars of the darkstone ring and the black wall of trees encircling the clearing.

A dozen blows. Two dozen. Three.

Somewhere around the fiftieth blow, Malissa came for the first time. Her muscles shook like the flanks of a horse. Beliath paused until the climax had run its course, then he resumed his spanking with the same slow, steady rhythm as before. After a few more blows, Malissa came a second time, then a third.

By the fourth orgasm, she was starting to feel weak. Her legs threatened to buckle beneath her. Her whole body was sheathed in hot sweat.

“Great Hell,” Beliath snarled, tossing the paddle onto the altar and gripping Malissa’s hips. “I cannot take any more of this.”

Malissa looked back at him.

“Youcan’t take any more? I’m the one being spanked.”

The demon gripped her hips tightly with both hands and nestled the tip of his erect penis between her dripping folds.

“Hold your tongue,” he growled, “and take this prick like a good little wench.”

He entered her with a hard thrust that brought Malissa to her toes. His cock felt bigger and more swollen with lust than it had ever felt before. It stretched her and filled her beyond what she had even thought was possible. She cried out in desperation.

“Beliath!”

“Take it, wench!” the demon snarled behind her. “Take itall!”

He fucked her hard and fast, with deep, forceful strokes that made her feel weak in the knees. The taut muscles of his pelvis slapped her backside with every thrust, fanning the flames he had put there with the paddle. Pleasure and pain mingled inside her, until she could no longer tell them apart. The two sensations blended together within the cauldron of her body, heated by the blazing fire of her need and churned by the long, hard pole of the demon’s arousal.

It wasn’t long before she could sense Beliath nearing his completion. She could feel it in the frantic tempo of his thrusting, in the intense throbbing of his cock as it moved in and out of her. She clutched the edge of the altar in anticipation.

“Yes!” she gasped. “Come for me, demon. I want to feel it.”

And feel it she did, only not in the way she expected.

With a savage growl, Beliath withdrew from her completely. An instant later he let loose a wild roar as his climax exploded out of him, drenching Malissa’s punished backside with his warm, thick seed.

“Beliath!” she whined. “I thought you were going to do it inside me.”

“Silence, wench. Your body belongs to me, and I will use it however I see fit. If I wish to come inside you, I will come inside you. If I wish to paint your gorgeous ass with my seed, then I’ll do that. Besides, you don’t think I’m finished with you just yet, do you? Surely you know me better than that.”

He pressed his hands against the mounds of her rump and began moving them in circles, spreading his semen all over her skin asif it were some kind of soothing balm. And indeed, after a few moments, Malissa could feel that sticky fluid easing the soreness that lingered from her spanking.

“That feels good,” she whispered. “Did you use your magic to…”

“To turn my seed into a healing ointment. Yes, but only a little. I still have plenty of energy stored up from your spanking. Your pain is quite potent, Malissa. You make for a filling repast.”

“So you have enough energy saved up to hurt our enemies.”

“Oh yes,” Beliath said, still spreading his cum in slow circles over her buttocks. “Plenty.”

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