Page 97 of Unbinding the Demon
His long black locks fanned out around his body as they hit the water, making it look as though ink was leaking out of him. He jocosely crouched down as if he were about to pounce again, mischievously eyeing me with wicked enthusiasm. His clawed hands lifted above the surface, and he made a goofy gesture like he was going to grab me, acting like a devilish rascal up to no good.
“Get back! Get back, you big demonic creep!” I yelled playfully, then I splashed him again while giggling and trying to back away.
With another growl, he pounced, tackling me beneath the surface once again. I screamed and laughed as I was helplessly pulled under. Air bubbles floated around our faces, while our long hair fluidly danced around our bodies. He placed his hand behind my head and pressed his smiling mouth to mine in a whimsical, yet amorous, underwater kiss. His lips felt heavenly against my own as I melted into his demonic embrace.
My arms fell around his neck as he rested his other hand on the small of my back. He lifted us back up to the surface so that just our heads were bobbing above the waving water. My hardened nipples pressed against his wet, inked chest, causing my lower muscles to somersault with desire. Tiny droplets slid down the length of his sharp horns while his citrine eyes pierced through the misty darkness. The gloom and melancholy of the scenery around us contrasted with our cheerful spirits as we laughed nose to nose.
He gazed into my eyes with a look of complete adoration and devotion for me. Butterflies fluttered around in my stomach, and warmth bloomed in my heart as he ran the backs of his claws along my cheek with affection. “I love you,” he murmured.
My words got caught in my throat, and I couldn’t do anything but smile blissfully for a moment. He truly made me feel like the most cherished thing in the world to him. Before I could say anything in response, though, he placed another deep, sensual kiss on my lips. As he pulled away, his eyes seemed to search my face with curiosity.
He rose so that the water rested halfway up his pecs and gently turned me around. I latched my hands onto one of the wet roots that made up the edge of the pool. The glossy water licked at the dark wood below my grip with peaceful lapping sounds. His erection pressed against my butt as he fondled my breasts with both of his hands.
“Azathoth, I, um, might pass out if you take me again,” I mentioned with flushed cheeks.
He chuckled against the top of my head. “I understand. Still, let’s try to get you cleaned up, shall we?” He began to sensually trail one of his hands down my submerged body toward my center.
I stiffened, reluctant to let him use his claws down there for obvious reasons. He’d never actually stuck them inside me before, and the thought of it was terrifying. “Oh, um, maybe I should be the one to—”
“Shh, it’s all right. I’ll be careful with my claws,” he whispered, knowing exactly what had put me on edge. “Trust me.”
I took in an anxious breath, knowing how important my trust was to him. “Just please be careful.” Apprehension filled my quavering voice.
“Don’t worry. I will,” he responded with a purr, then lovingly kissed the back of my head.
He’d better not fuck up this huge display of trust.
I reached my arms above my head behind me with a trembling motion, wrapping them around his neck. He rubbed my inner thighs and lightly circled the pads of his fingertips over my entrance. Then he carefully pushed two fingers inside, rinsing away all the evidence of our pleasure. Even though I would’ve killed for a bar of soap, this was still better than nothing. To my relief, his touch was mindful and delicate, putting my worries at ease. I relaxed against him, enjoying the feeling of his fingers caressing my inner walls. He leaned in and feathered a trail of tender kisses up from my shoulder, all the way to my wet cheek.
Then his hand abruptly stilled, and a low, irritated growl emanated from his chest. I froze in fear, horrified that he was growling hostilely with his claws still inside me. A chill ran through me, wondering what unknown creature or thing had invoked his aggression. But the claws in my pussy filled me with far greater terror.
Please don’t shred my vagina... Please don’t shred my vagina... I nervously chanted in my head.
“This fuckhead, and his impeccable timing,”he grumbled to himself through gritted teeth. Very gently, he removed his hand from my center, his claws slipping out without even the slightest nick. I exhaled in relief. “Stay here,” he instructed. His claws dug into the root, causing little flecks of bark to chip off as he leapt out of the water.“Valarendrik!”His diabolical voice boomed across the quiet lake, causing a few strange winged creatures to flap away in the distance.
I glanced around, hearing nothing but the soft bubbling sounds of the lake. Then a mysterious dark figure jumped into sight and crouched on one of the large twisted roots on the other side of the beach. The fog eerily cloaked their features with its slowly drifting veil, but I could tell that it was a very tall and well-built man. His long, tattered black coat and snarled hair fluttered in the breeze behind him, as if he were a malevolent specter who’d come to bring us death.
What the? Where did this ominous, otherworldly bozo come from?
I slapped my hands over my breasts to cover them and hid my naked body beneath the water. To my shock and dismay, the enigmatic inhuman man leapt high into the air, then flipped down as if he were Jackie fucking Chan or some shit. Long, minacious twin swords spun elegantly in both of his hands as he silently landed on his feet with an ashen cloud puffing up around him. Some sort of bizarre black mist swirled at his feet and within his hair for a second, then it disappeared. Azathoth let out a blood-curdling roar and displayed his fangs. The sound sort of reminded me of a tiger, but it was far darker and more, well, demonic.
Oh shit...
I grabbed my head in fear and panic as I watched the man wield his two baleful swords with dangerously proficient dexterity, undaunted and determined. They expeditiously slashed through the air, swooshing their sharp edges straight toward Azathoth. His large, lethal wings acted as mighty impenetrable shields, blocking the man’s attack with powerful force. Deep growls and grunts rang across the lagoon as they began an intense brawl within the thick haze.
Holy fucking Toledo!
I was completely petrified, frozen in horror, as my berserk, butt-naked demon boyfriend viciously fought this freakish, otherworldly intruder. The peculiar foe and Azathoth were both adept fighters, yet neither one managed to land a single hit on the other. Ashen beach and small pebbles went flying beneath their feet while they danced a deadly tango, like skilled martial artists. The malignant blades clashed against Azathoth’s spikes. They both thrust and slashed to attack and sprang and spun to evade one another.
The man lifted a blade high above his head, then forcefully brought it down only to have Azathoth’s wing swiftly block it. Azathoth whipped his other wing around, aiming straight for his throat. The stranger simultaneously thrust his other sword toward Azathoth’s neck. They both paused right before impact, each of them in a vulnerable, fatal position. The fog eerily drifted past them, and everything fell silent. I held my breath, and my heart pounded wildly in my chest, as I feared for Azathoth’s very life... Then, to my complete shock, they both started laughing and lowered their weapons?
Holy shrimp scampi in the Serengeti! What the actual fuck is going on!?
My mouth fell agape as they began to playfully mock-fight, with their loud, deep laughter echoing throughout the mist. The bizarre stranger laughed in a teasing manner while pointing at Azathoth’s dick. Azathoth, in a goofy way, pretended to be bashful and hid his manhood behind a wing. “What the fuck is going on here!?” I blurted out while waving my hands. Then I remembered I was naked, so I quickly ducked and peered out over the roots at them in embarrassment.
They both snapped their heads in my direction. The man grabbed his blades with an expression of both shock and curiosity, craning his neck to get a better look at me. I, too, found this weird guy intriguing. From what I could see, he was just about as tall as Azathoth, with pale ash-gray skin. Two long black scars ran somewhat diagonally over his left eye. A black band clung to his upper forehead with gnarled spikes jutting up from it, similar to a crown. His raggedy cloak-like jacket was open, revealing his muscular bare torso and exposed ribs on his rotting left side. A line of formidable, upturned spikes stretched up the backs of his black boots. These boots climbed up his calves, merging with his sword holster-belted pants.
Azathoth dashed back over to me and made a protective stance while growling something at the other man. He spoke in an uncanny language while motioning for him to turn around. The man said something back as he inquisitively bobbed his head a few times, trying to get a better look at me. Azathoth full-on roared something that I can only guess was some sort of gruesome threat. The man put his hands up in defeat and turned around while shaking his head.
