Page 99 of Devil's Doom

“Good thing I’m mortal,” I mutter under my breath, not even caring that he hears me.

Woland only laughs, feeding me a forkful of eggs. He doesn’t care what I say or do, as long as I’m constantly under his control.

I wanted to at least pretend to believe him at the start, but it messed with my head too much. Maybe it’s a mistake to show him my mistrust and discomfort—maybe he’d leave me alone if he believed I trusted him—but the cost of that would be too great. My heart already hangs by a thread.

“That’s a good consort,” he rumbles when my food is all eaten, my kefir drunk, mouth wiped carefully with a napkin. “Just a quick fuck, and you can run off to Nienad.”

I close my eyes as he buries his face in my throat, his hot lips sending tingles down into my belly. He fucks me five or six times every night and then at last twice during the day, and I don’t protest. For one, I enjoy it. He doesn’t try to fuck my cunt, and with the threat of pregnancy gone, I’m able to lose myself in the pleasure and forget about how horrible my life is right now.

And secondly, it helps me remember what I am to him. Not an object of love, but anobjectalone. When he plows my insides with his cock, breathing heavily into my hair, I feel like it.

Like a thing he’s using.

“Kneel on the bench and lean on the table, love,” he says, already urging me up with his hands. “No one will see, I promise.”

That’s not quite true. He never hides what he’s about to do to me, and only when he’s certain people have seen me exposed, with his hand between my legs, do his shadows descend to give us privacy. He usually releases them while he’s still inside me, too, making sure his subjects see his cock leave my body, wet and sticky with his spend.

I do as I’m told, already buzzing with anticipation. I let myself want this, because for fifteen precious minutes, I’ll become just a body to use, he will be just a cock inside me, and the world will disappear in a whirlwind of black smoke. Such a relief, this moment of nonexistence among orgasms his magic squeezes out of me like juice.

Under me, the table and bench rise to become the perfect fit for him. He stands behind me and lifts my skirt, his finger already sinking in my ass as it grows pliant and welcoming so I can take him. He moves it a few times inside me, murmuring with pleasure.

“See? You are so obedient, so good for me, and yet, I can’t help but want you even more. This is how it will be, my love. I’ll want you forever, even when you’re completely mine. I’ll take care of you. You’ll see. Open wider.”

I slide my knees further apart. My head lies comfortably on my arms folded on the table, and I open my eyes to see if we’re hidden yet. We’re not. I look right into the eyes of a blushing wila sitting three tables away. I blink heavily, she blinks back, and Woland returns with two fingers, gripping my nape with his other hand.

There’s no need for him to do that since I am perfectly docile, but he enjoys the control too much.

“So good,” he murmurs. “I love how you open for me, just wide enough to fit me whole. Say, pet, I don’t want to hide today, after all. There’s fewer than ten people in here. You can close your eyes and pretend we’re alone, all right?”

I swallow with difficulty. My body already hums, relaxed and eager, and he won’t stop moving his fingers inside me, each slow glide against my smooth muscles making me arch higher just to feel him a bit deeper.

“What if I said I don’t want to be seen?” I ask, expecting him to say he doesn’t care.

“Then we’ll hide. But pet, you take it well. Look at us now. I’m fucking you with my fingers and you’re relaxed and soon you’ll come for me, even though everyone can see. You’re ready.”

Ready.I finally understand why he never hid us at once, why he made sure people saw so much of this. He has brought me to this moment, desensitizing me to public nudity and touching.

“I can’t believe they respect you so much,” I mutter, shaking my head. “All you do is follow me around and fuck me.”

“I give them what they want,” he says, claws burying in my hair until they press at my scalp in the most delicious way. “And I’m also hard at work planning another rebel attack. Your sweet ass gives me inspiration. Well, sweetheart. Can I fuck you without the cover of shadows?”

The only explanation for the twisting, hot feeling in my belly is that his perversions leak into me every time he fucks me. Because what seemed unthinkable even just a few days ago, right now makes me wetter and hotter as I contemplate being fucked right here, right now, probably spoiling breakfast for those poor people. I sigh and nod into my elbow.

“Fine.”

When I look up, the wila is still there, a chochol female sitting next to her. They whisper, their eyes glued to us, and they don’t look away when they meet my gaze. Woland pulls out and presses his hard cock into my back hole, pausing while he reaches around to touch my clit.

“You’re going to have a loud, screaming orgasm as soon as I’m inside you, pet,” he says quietly, voice taut with focus. “And it will look like you’re hurting, and those people will be appalled on your behalf, but none of them will know that you’re actually coming harder than ever before.”

He sounds raspy and eager, and I understand he really loves this, public fucking and playing games. A moment later, he shoves inside me in a hard, brutal thrust, and magic slams into my pelvis, gripping my insides in claws that dig in and refuse to let go.

I scream. My clit and everywhere else pulses and throbs with vicious currents of sharp-edged pleasure, so good, so horrible, tears flow from my eyes. He fucks me, hard and grunting, reaching deeper inside me than ever until my belly aches and my breathing grows shallow, not enough space for a full breath in my lungs.

The orgasm rolls through me like a storm, and on its heels is another, and then another, and all I can do is howl, my nails scratching the tabletop until splinters lodge under them. He’s a force behind me, each slam of his hips making my hipbones dig into the edge of the table until I know I’ll have bruises.

It’s fast and merciless, and when my orgasm ends, leaving me too tight to enjoy it and too raw to speak, I hide my face in my arms, squeezing my bleeding hands into fists. The violent force of his assault shocks me. He’s never fucked me like this before.

“So good… Taking… Every inch…”

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