Page 7 of The Demon

Geraldine

Iwas still unsure, and the tight knot in my chest refused to loosen as the time passed, but as I sat in front of the main fire and watched the demon, I saw him differently.

He was a monster, yes. Towering, clawed, and powerful beyond comprehension. But he was not cruel. Not in the way I had come tounderstandcruelty. And I knew it well. Memories of the abuse my father dealt upon me throughout my life—not always physical but constantly debilitating—filled my head, almost consuming me.

But I refused to let it control me.

The demon hadn’t hurt me. He hadn’t threatened me or intentionally scared me. He’d been open and honest—even if I didn't like the answers—and I’d never truly had that in my life before.

The men of my past had been masters of manipulation and deception. Their kindness was always a stipulation of wanting something in return. But this monster was different. He didn’t conceal any malice.

He was a predator, but he didn’t pose a threat to me.

I wrapped a fur around my shoulders and leaned against the black, smooth wall. He glanced at me once more, and I should have been repulsed by the hunger I sensed in his gaze. The way his molten eyes followed me with every little shift of my body, heat coiled in my stomach.

He moved with silent precision, his massive frame shifting as he crouched near the iron brazier, preparing food over the fire. I hadn't expected him to cook, least of all for me. I hadn't expected him to have this kind of patience. Or maybe not that at all. Maybe it was confidence, because he knew he could get whatever he wanted.

I sat silent as he skewered thick slabs of meat onto a spit, his black-clawed fingers turning the food with a kind of care that seemed at odds with his monstrous appearance. Not too much time passed before the scent of sizzling flesh filled the cave, rich and tantalizing, making my stomach twist with hunger. I couldn't remember the last time I’d eaten—or drank water, for that matter.

As if he read my thoughts, he stood, gathered a waterskin, and came over to hold it out to me. I didn’t hesitate as I took it, murmured a thank-you, and drank my fill.

He’d already moved back to the brazier to finish cooking. I was transfixed by the way the fire highlighted the ridges and bulges of his onyx body. The way his muscles flexed and shifted beneath his dark skin did things to me… things that had me wet and wanting to be touched in ways and in places I’d never experienced before.

I knew about sex. I knew the basics and mechanics. I learned it all. But actually being touched? Penetrated? Those had been reserved for the man I would’ve been sold off to.

The demon was strange for sure, but beneath it all, he was built like a human male. A strong, powerful man.

He stood, gathering vegetables that I’d never seen before but had to be related to potatoes, given the way they were shaped. He stood as he used his claws like knives to slice the food into bite-sized pieces.

My gaze traveled lower, my breath hitching when I caught sight of the dual appendages between his legs, which looked thick and heavy. God, his cocks were massive, girthy and long. Curiosity had me wonderingwhyhe neededtwodicks, but arousal had me wanting to knowhowhe used them.

And the demon had been aroused the entire time I’d been in his presence. Both of his shafts looked harder than stone, the tips dripping with semen. God, that clear fluid dripped on his smooth, muscular thighs. But he didn’t care, didn’t wipe it away. He just kept letting his twin cocks drip pre-cum in front of me.

Heat rushed to my face, a wave of something deep and dark settling in my belly but most of all between my legs.Iwas also so aroused that my wetness coated my lower lips and made my thighs slick, just like him.

Something wild and untamed stirred inside me. My life had been filled with lies, each one a tether that tried to pull me deeper into madness. But I’d had enough. That’s why I left. Why I ran.

But the demon… he hadn’t deceived me. He told me exactly what he was and what he wanted. And I believed him.

His massive form shifted, the firelight dancing across the ridges of his muscles and over his dark horns, causing them to gleam. I clenched my inner muscles as wetness dripped down my inner thighs, my pussy tingling with want and my clit swollen and throbbing in time with my pulse.

My breath caught in my throat, and my heartbeat hammered. Hard, instant realization took root in me.

I wanted to deny what I felt. I wanted to scream that I was still afraid, that he disgusted me.

But overriding all of that, there was some deep, primal part inside me that knew what I wanted… and needed.

Silence stretched between us, thick with unspoken words close to my lips and threatening to come out with the weight of something I didn’t dare name.

Something that teased me about not truly wanting to leave.

Unspoken words and feelings that screamed one thing.

I want this demon to claim me.

CHAPTER SIX

Geraldine

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