Page 96 of Unbinding the Demon
The sex was fun and whatnot, but a concerning thought kept creeping into the back of my mind. I stifled a moan from the blissful feeling of his hot, wet mouth assaulting my hardened nipple, then tried to get his attention. “Azathoth,” I managed to whisper, breathless, while tapping his shoulder.
“Yes, Buttercup?” he mumbled against my tit, then he blew on it and began sucking again.
I grabbed a horn and tried to pull him off me. “Well, I...Oh!” A deep chuckle rumbled out of him as he gently nipped me, then lifted his head to let me speak. “I was just thinking that maybe it would be a good idea to hold off on, well... coming inside of me while we’re here.” I twirled my hand in a circle.
He arched an eyebrow, a silent question dancing in the air. “Now why the fuck would I do that? I love filling you with my seed, and I know you love it, too.” He growled seductively, then thumbed my other tit, rolling the little sensitive bead in small, sensual circles.
“Well, yes, but you see, between being kidnapped and then dragged off to The Abyss, I haven’t been able to consistently take my birth control.” I stole a quick glance at him, feeling somewhat anxious. “Not that I’m sure you could even get me pregnant, though,” I quickly added, then held my breath.
He stopped moving his thumb and looked at me with a stony expression... Then he burst out laughing. “Oh, Gwendolyn, my love, you don’t need to worry about that! I’m half incubus, you know!” He pressed his forehead against mine while holding onto my shoulders and chuckling in amusement.
I awkwardly shifted my eyes around, then leaned sideways to look up at him as if he had two heads. “Um, no. Actually, I don’t know.”
“Well,” his deep voice murmured. “It would be very problematic if an incubus couldn’t control their fertility. Our fertile seed is a very intimate gift that we only give to our bonded spouse once we plan to raise hellions together. Otherwise, it’s all just for fun.” His face moved to the side of my head, then he purred in my ear. “And yes, Buttercup, I’mverycapable of impregnating you.” He looked at me with a suggestive grin. I widened my eyes with an awkward and somewhat terrified expression. “Many demons have taken human spouses and procreated with them. Even our high crown prince Azazel took a human bride long ago. And so, we most certainly can have strong, healthy hellions together.”
I’m not sure if I should be concerned right now...
“Alright, well, that’s relieving to hear, I think. But this is also a hygiene issue. I can’t exactly go take a shower, and yourstuffis literally coating my thighs.” I made an obvious gesture down at my sticky thighs. He had come so many times that I couldn’t even take a single step without it dripping out, making me think that his stamina was the most inhuman thing about him.
His lustful eyes wandered down before returning to meet mine, accompanied by a lewd smirk. “Hmm, yes, I’ve really filled you to the brim, haven’t I?” A brief look of disgust contorted my face, and a soft laugh rumbled in his chest as he tapped his chin. “Don’t worry, I’ll take you to a suitable spot to bathe.” He booped my nose.
I tilted my head with curiosity. “Wait, are there places to bathe here? Is there actual water in this world?”
He laughed again. “Yes, of course, there is. I mean, if you think about it, there’s oxygen here too, isn’t there? You would have suffocated to death by now if there wasn’t.” He pulled my limp body up into his arms. “Besides, could you imagine if I had gone five thousand years without bathing? I would have crawled out of this place as an unrecognizable, smelly, bedraggled bindlestiff!” He hugged me against him with a playful smile. I giggled as I imagined just how disturbing but funny that would have looked. “One thing this place is missing is a barber shop, though.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “Luckily, I've become rather fond of the length over the years.”
I smiled, finding that I was also quite fond of his long hair. “Well, since there’s water here, can we please go bathe? Like, right now, perhaps? I feel really gross.”
“I would never say no to a chance to get naked with you, Buttercup.”
41. The Dark Prince
The balmy air blew against my face as Azathoth drifted over a hazy lagoon. Uncanny bird-like calls and screeches resounded across the strange wetlands. Long, narrow beaches made of small gray stones and ash cut through the bubbling tar-like lake in veiny winding pathways. Colossal trees, easily five times the size of a redwood, stretched their twisting gnarled roots over the dreary fog-blanketed beaches and across the foreboding water.They created dismal archways and grim obstacles for one to pass through. Their thick, dark trunks stretched all the way past a layer of low resting clouds looming above us. These clouds were a curious sight, draping over treetops like a veil. They concealed the stormy, blackened skies behind a pale, flowing shroud of haze. Burgundy ferns sprouted gloomily along the bases of the trees, while slender black vines webbed their spiraling tendrils over the rough bark.
Azathoth landed next to a tree, his heavy boots crunching on the pebbly beach. The sound carried across the lake, almost too loud for this somber place. The dense fog loomed around us, shrouding everything in an eerie embrace. My eyes followed a large, undead dragonfly-looking creature as it buzzed over the lake. Then a fanged, alien, zombie fish surged out of the goop and caught it midair, gobbling it down whole.
Oh, gosh!
“This looks like a good one,” Azathoth muttered, pulling me away from my nature viewing.
I pried my eyes away from the feasting fish and over to where he was gesturing. To my surprise, actual water was trickling lachrymosely down a mighty trunk. It pooled in a large, naturally formed basin within its thick roots. It was about three times the size of an average jacuzzi and looked rather deep. Mist hovered above the tranquil water and swirled out over the woody edges, looking like a witch’s potion brewing in a cauldron. It whispered through the tall ferns embellishing the base and then rolled out over the lake.
“Is it safe to go in there?” I asked, as he tried to place me on my feet. I wobbled and latched my hands onto his arm, still unable to stand after he nearly fucked me to death earlier.
He chuckled at my debilitated state as he slipped my dress over my head. “We wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t.” His large hands gripped my waist. He picked me up, then set my naked bum on the warm edge of the pool.
I leaned over to inspect the suspiciously clean-looking water. “Is it warm?” My small hands gripped the rough, damp bark below me for better balance.
He placed our bag on the ground, then discarded his clothes next to it. “Yes, it is. These trees,” he patted the trunk, “are filled with boiling hot sap, making them warm to the touch. Condensation from the clouds overhead forms on the bark. Then the water heats as it trickles down, and it gets even warmer when it pools in the roots.”
I peered up the tree in amazement. Even though it seemed clean and safe, the thought of dipping into a pool while in The Abyss was kind of creepy. “Um, you know, I think I might change my mind about this.”
“Oh? Well, that’s a real shame…” He looked down at his claws nonchalantly, as if he were making sure they were all still perfectly sharp.“Because I’m not!”With a playful growl, he pounced and tackled me into the water.
“Azatho—!” I tried to yell, right before my flailing body was submerged beneath the misty surface, causing a big splash to fan out around us.
The deep water enveloped every inch of my body with warmth while I thrashed against Azathoth’s large, smothering frame. Large air bubbles left my mouth and floated up to the surface as I frantically slapped at his chest. His grip on me loosened, so I twisted and pushed my way back up. I gasped for air as my head breached the surface, looking like a sodden, drowning rat.
I wiped my eyes and pushed my wet, flattened hair out of my face, then turned to face Azathoth with a scowl. “You jerk!” I scoffed as I splashed his stupid, laughing face.
