Page 5 of Unbinding the Demon
In no flippin’ way did I want to obey him, but I found myself doing it anyway out of fear for my weak and pathetic life. The sound of my shaky breath mingled with the crackling of the flames while my lips reluctantly parted. His clawed hand raised the skull up far above my head. He began slowly pouring a mysterious dark red liquid out of it and into my mouth, speaking in some sort of freakish language as he did so. I flipped out and tried to thrash away, but he held my face in a bruising grip.
The taste of wine danced upon my tongue. I choked and sputtered, relieved that it wasn’t blood or his cock, yet refusing to swallow any of it. It filled my mouth and poured down my chin and breasts in a glistening scarlet stream, pooling on the stone floor between my legs. He abruptly threw the skull against the wall, shattering it with the red liquid splattering everywhere. Not once did he look at the mess he’d made. His burning eyes stayed only on me. His hand reached out to fondle my wet breast, using his thumb to seductively swirl over my nipple.
He pushed my face back with such strength that I fell onto my butt. I let out a little yelp of pain that seemed to amuse him, judging by the brief, wicked smirk gracing his lips. I tried my best to wipe the wine from my mouth with my shoulder, keeping my wary gaze locked on the beast before me. Swiftly, he grabbed my right foot and dragged me closer to him. Without breaking eye contact, he slowly licked from my ankle, up the inner side of my leg to my knee, and kissed it once. His face was devilishly handsome as he flashed me a wicked grin that revealed a set of pearly-white fangs.
“Are you afraid, Buttercup?” His voice came as a deep, silky purr, yet the tone was laced with pure evil. Oh, I was afraid. So afraid that no words would leave my mouth. I just stared up at him in silent, dumbstruck horror. He wrapped his hand around my throat with force, choking the breath from my lungs.“Answer me,”he growled with a sneer, then loosened his grip.
“Y-Yes.” The broken word was a faint whisper. Tears welled in my eyes while my chest heaved up and down.
“Good,” he chuckled with a malevolent smile.
I watched anxiously as his clawed hands cupped the rounded knolls of my breasts, their touch delicate. Each claw painted faint crimson streaks over my pale flesh as they trailed down my quivering stomach to my inner thighs. He growled low in his chest as he slowly glided one of his fingers up my slit, feeling how insanely wet I was.
Wait? How the living hell am I actually aroused right now?
He seductively licked his glistening finger and popped it into his mouth, enjoying my taste mingled with the wine. “I love how wet and ready you are for me. Do you know why that is?” he asked in satisfaction with my body’s response to him. All I could do was shake my head because I was such a conflicted, hot mess. I didn’t have the slightest idea how any of this was happening or why a sudden inferno of desire was burning between my legs. Luckily, he didn’t try to strangle a verbal answer out of me this time.
“Well, I do.” He leaned next to my ear so I could feel his scorching breath fanning my skin. His hand pressed onto the floor next to my head, causing his bicep to flex beautifully. “It’s because you’re a very naughty little buttercup who secretly wants to be fucked senseless by a big bad demon.” A low, clicking growl vibrated in his throat. The sound was utterly inhuman… demonic. He danced his fingers around my entrance and gently nibbled on my lobe.
Oh dear god, help me...
He roughly kissed my ear and down my neck. His hands seized both of my thighs and spread them apart. I tried to close them out of instinct, but he growled out a vicious-sounding warning, causing me to quickly comply with his unspoken command. With diabolical hunger, he leaned down and dipped his face right into my core. I couldn’t help but gasp as his soft lips began to passionately press hot, open-mouthed kisses to my most sensitive area. The tip of his sinful tongue danced around my entrance before sinking inside to greedily lap at my arousal.
I bit my lower lip to snuff out the moans that threatened to escape. Tight knots were building within my stomach, and hellish heat was burning through my core. My eyes made the mistake of traveling down to the horned, raven-locked head feasting between my legs. I felt myself grow even wetter at the erotic sight and snapped them shut.
His lips fiercely wrapped around my swollen clit, and he suckedhard,forcing me to finally gasp from the intense pleasure. The knots in my stomach coiled like springs, creating a sensation that felt as if they might burst. My mouth fell open and my body went rigid. I was so close, teetering on the precipice of release. Yet, he seemed to know exactly when I was about to plummet off the edge. He stopped and teasingly trailed his kisses back up my stomach to my breasts, leaving me in a pathetic state of yearning.
“No...”The barely audible whisper escaped in frustration. My body cried from his absence at my core, making literal tears well up in my eyes.
His chest rumbled against my lower stomach in amusement. “What? Did you want me to make you come?” His breath was hot against my wet nipple, which was now glistening with his saliva.
I was unable to smother my wanton moans when his sharp fangs grazed over my hard nipples, taking his time to enjoy my body. His hot pink tongue lazily flicked over the right one, making me squirm beneath him. My back arched while they peaked needily up at him, loving being under his scorching touch. He roughly kissed back up my neck to my lips and shoved them open, forcing his intrusive tongue inside. The surrounding flames seemed to burn even hotter as he began devouring my mouth with dominance and passion.
His teeth caught my bottom lip, gently tugging before letting go. “Answer my question, Buttercup. Do you want me to make you come?” He grabbed a fistful of my hair with a sinister growl and licked up my jawline.
All of my common sense was thrown right out the damn window. Any fear I had felt was now replaced with burning hot desire for this... man? Demon? Whatever he was, I desperately wanted more of him. In an almost animalistic way, he started growling and gnashing his teeth while gently nipping at my neck. That’s when I felt the tip of his monumental cock pressing against my entrance.
“Well?”
“Yes... please,” I stammered, my heart racing.
White-hot pleasure seared through my body and blinded my sight as he pressed his massive, rock-hard erection inside me. All the breath left my body. The scorching length and girth of him stretched my inner walls like nothing ever had before. Each groove and bump stimulated all the perfect places as he sank in, causing my eyes to roll back into my skull. His hips ground against mine, moving deeper and deeper with each sensual movement until he was buried to the hilt.
Wicked golden eyes shifted to lock onto mine. His cock remained in place while he threaded his fingers through my hair, possessively grabbing a fistful at the back of my skull. “Scream for me, Buttercup,” was all he said right before thrusting back and slamming his hips forward. And oh boy, did I scream. My voice echoed off the walls, overwhelmed by the pure combination of pain and pleasure ripping through me as he began pounding like an absolute fiend. I wasn’t a virgin, but my god, was hebig.
The light of the flames gilded our entwined sweaty bodies as my hips arched up to meet his. He growled and groaned while powerfully thrusting into me, building up to a relentless pace. Strong arms wrapped around my back and pulled me closer to his chest in a suffocating grip. I tried reaching up to touch him, but my hands were still shackled, leaving me completely at the mercy of this obscene display of masculine muscle and demonic dominance. He grabbed another fistful of my hair and tilted my head back, continuing to fuck me like an absolute savage. His lips sucked violently against my exposed neck while his fangs grazed threateningly over the soft flesh. It was as though he wished to sink those fangs deep into my pulsing veins.
The speed of his relentless pounding was inhuman, making the heat in the pit of my stomach tighten all the quicker. He let out a loud, vicious-sounding growl directly into my ear. It was so deep and primal, haunting and otherworldly, that it sent me surging into the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced. Waves of blazing sparks twisted up my spine and burned across my skin. I screamed and violently shook. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and my toes curled. He growled again while his thick, fiery seed scorched my inner walls, filling me up with his essence.
My eyes drifted closed and my trembling, sweaty body stayed limply tucked beneath his imposing demonic frame for a moment, as I struggled to catch my breath. His wings fluttered as they fell to either side of us, the sharp spikes gently scraping against the stone floor. I felt his soft lips lay a tender kiss on my cheek... and then my eyes popped wide open as though I’d been jarred awake.
Wait? I’m back in my bed?
My heart pounded wildly as I warily looked around the dark room in utter confusion. The silvery moonlight softly beamed over the peacefully sleeping kitties beside me. Everything was once again silent and still.
That was all just a dream? What the fuck? It had seemed so real and vivid...
And I was definitely going to have to change my panties.
