Page 112 of Devil's Doom

I laugh and thrust with my fingers that are still inside her. “I’d rather fuck you, sweet thing. A break? A tiny one? I’ll give you something to drink, but my fingers stay here.”

I loosen the ropes. She tries to lift herself up, but her entire body shakes, and it takes a few tries. I don’t help, my fingers buried deep, because I need her to feel and know that I’m inescapable.

When she finally sits, I call a cup of cool water into her hands. She takes a too large, trembling sip and spills the water down her front, and I tsk but don’t laugh. It’s so adorable.

“Such a mess of a girl,” I say with a fond smile, and she sends me a half-hearted glare. “And all mine. Say, sweetheart, can I fuck your pussy and then your ass? I want to see you even more messed up than usual, with my cum dripping out of both holes. I set a wedding date tonight. I think I deserve a special treat.”

Her inner muscles clench hard around my fingers at the word “wedding”, and she looks spooked, her eyes wide with panic. I chuckle under my breath. As I said—adorable.

“No,” comes the expected response. It’s her knee-jerk reaction. “Or wait, yes. But fuck me already. No more games.”

I pretend to think it through. “So eager for my cock, are you, needy thing? But that wouldn’t be fair. I promised you eleven. It has to be eleven. You can’t encourage me to go back on my word, or I will never learn to keep it.”

She groans, throwing the cup into the fireplace. I slow its descent and float it to a table, and it makes her nostrils flare cutely.

“We both know you’ll let me do anything I want,” I purr, pushing her down on her back. “There, my witch. Open your legs for your master.”

I grow painfully hard when she does, no more protests, no more hesitation. I reward her for that instant obedience, the orgasms quick and painless. I’m at the end of my tether, too, my erection throbbing unpleasantly. But that’s only fair. Since I’m making her suffer with pleasure, I should feel some pain, too.

“Good, sweetheart?” I ask, pulling her into the center of the bed. Her body is so heavy, so utterly spent, she has no will left to move. Her eyes are glassy, lips parted and plump. That’s my conquered poppy girl.

“Good,” she breathes, her mouth curving into a tiny smile. “So good.”

I smile back, leaning in to kiss her. She tries to raise her arms, now free of the restraints, to embrace me, but she’s too weak. They fall back to the bed. She sighs into my mouth, and I give her one last kiss and make space for myself between her legs. I’ll take her like this tonight, just like I did that first time. It’s strangely appealing, with her. A man on top of a woman, as it was at the beginning of time.

“Let me in,” I breathe, nudging her hot, wet pussy with my aching tip. “There. Just let me in a little.”

She cries out when I push, barely in with the head, but she’s so swollen, so achy, even that is too much. Her arms come up now, fingernails digging into my back, and I grunt, already overwhelmed by how good she feels after denying myself even a squeeze during the entirety of her torment.

“Sweetheart, it’s just the tip,” I chide her when she shakes, practically sobbing. “You can take much more than this. Breathe nice and long, and let your master in.”

I slide in deeper when she inhales, and she chokes on that breath, her nails digging in harder, her inner muscles clenching as if to deny me entrance. I bow over her, peppering her face with kisses.

“Such a brave girl, taking that big cock so nicely,” I tell her, just an edge of humor to my voice.

She doesn’t laugh. Tears fall down her cheeks, and she raises those helpless, achingly loving eyes to me in absolute surrender. Her heart glows red.

“Woland, please.”

“Anything you want, my pretty girl.”

I push deeper, not even halfway in, and she spasms with an orgasm that has nothing to do with my magic and everything to do with how she finally let me fuck her here. I know I hurt her. I know she was terrified to let me in again, which is why I drove her out of her mind with pleasure first.

She won’t hate me after this. She’ll be well-fucked and pliant, and she’ll let me inside her again in the middle of the night, and then maybe she’ll suck my cock in the morning. I’ll never try the same thing I did back then, because it drove her away for the most horrifying, cruel month of my life.

Forcing her never works. I learned my lesson.

“There, my sweetest,” I murmur, sliding in her painfully tight cunt with only half of my length. “Feel me here? This is where I belong. This is where you need me, yes? Open your eyes. I want to see you.”

I am hunched over her to see her face, contorted like a monster, but it’s worth it. Her eyes are deep and filled with pure, gratifying surrender. She’s open, completely mine for the taking, and I groan from how good she looks like this. My cock jerks, instantly suffocated by her swollen tightness. She lets out a shocked breath, and I plow deeper, even though it feels like there’s nowhere to go.

“Ah!”

She comes, gushing for me, as if my thrust forced that orgasm and the trickle of wetness out of her overwhelmed flesh. Pleasure gathers at the base of my spine, my thighs trembling, and everything slows and grows focused.

There’s just here and now, and this woman. Nothing else.

“Please… I can’t…”

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