Page 47 of Devil's Doom

“Protection, my ass.” I hiss as Woland’s claws trail gently down my bare back, my skin breaking out in gooseflesh even as I fight the urge to sag against him. This feels so good. “I was there for a few days, and he let a poroniec attack me. So I left.”

“A poroniec, hm? What did it look like? A boy or a girl?”

I shrug, not fooled by the fake indifference in his voice. “Why do you want to know? It doesn’t matter.”

“Oh, poppy girl. Of course it matters. I have a reputation to maintain, so if a bies touches what’s mine, I retaliate. Even if that bies is more animal than a person.”

I remember the poroniec children I saw until now. They all looked like beautiful mortal kids—until they didn’t.

“Animal?”

He scoffs with disdain. “Mokosz is the one who makes them. I told her it was a moronic idea, since they are no better than rabid foxes. An adult bies usually comes to their senses after they arrive in Slawa, but a feral child can’t grow up on its own. She never listened, of course. Children are her favorite playthings.”

He drags his claws down my scalp, and I can’t hold back a moan of pleasure, too engrossed in his words to control myself. Woland chuckles.

“So? What did it look like?”

“Don’t worry,” I sigh, finally allowing myself to rest against his warm chest. “I killed it. And since I don’t belong to you, you don’t need to concern yourself with my enemies.”

“Stubborn little witch,” he murmurs, two claws stroking down the sides of my spine. “What happened after? Did you go straight to the city?”

“I met an utopek. He kindly told me everything I wanted to know and even gave me a pot.”

Woland snorts with amusement. “I thought we were trading truths. Utopeks aren’t kind. How did you force him to obey?”

“I might have had a sip of your blood and pinned him to the ground. By the way, the poor thing almost pissed himself when I mentioned your name.”

Woland hums. “See? That’s the power of reputation. What happened later?”

I smile against the sturdy muscle of his chest, snuggling closer, while his cock fills up again.

“I answered all your questions, but you’ve shared little so far. That’s not a fair trade.”

Woland scratches my back a bit too hard, and I gasp with a shiver.

“Very well, poppy girl. What do you want to know?”

I have maybe a thousand questions to ask, but there’s one that plagued my thoughts recently, and Woland is the only one who can answer it for me.

“What was the purpose of your latest attack on Perun’s fence?”

He makes a soft sound of surprise, then turns me deftly in his lap until I face away from him. His tail rises between my naked legs and wraps around my thigh. He drags his nails down my sternum and stomach, and I lean my head back against his chest. His cock strains against my lower back.

“I’m doing a bad job distracting you,” he murmurs, his claws sliding down my bare breast, just missing my nipple. It still hardens, and I shiver from his touch. “If you are able to ask questions about my war strategy. Good ones, too.”

“You’re stalling.” My voice is breathy as his claw circles my nipple with gentle care.

“I’m thinking what to do with you. Tell me why you asked that question, and I’ll decide whether to answer.”

“I asked because… Woland!”

He pinches my nipple, making me arch in his lap. A lightning bolt of pleasure blazes to my core, and he doesn’t stop, kneading my flesh lazily.

“Go on, darling.”

“Because you’re not stupid,” I gasp. “You lost… gods… Lech said that attack had no chance of winning. But you… You always try to win. So what was the purpose?”

He dips a finger between my legs, and we both hiss, I from how good it feels, he from how wet he finds me. Woland’s finger slides into me, slow and possessive, and retreats as he raises his hand, conjuring a few light orbs in his shadowy cave.

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