Page 71 of Once Upon a Demon's Heart
He sinks a little further inside me, and my pussy reacts to him, tightening and gripping him like it wants to suck him dry.
Kalel groans and lowers his lips to mine. “Can you handle a little pain for the things you’ve done?” he says scathingly over my lips. I whimper, nodding.
This is my penance. This is my ruination.
Kalel is my punishment. But I’ve already grown to care about him deeply. Is that even punishment? Oh, how cruel the gods can be.
“I can handle all the weight of the worlds. Can you handle the pain in your heart, Kalel?” I press my hand to his jaw, guiding his lips to mine, and as we collide, I prepare for what’s to come.
His fingers dig into my waist at my comment as I thought they would. He responds by thrusting the remainder of his length into me brutally. His knot smacks my entrance, and his tip is pushing against my cervix.
A scream is wrenched from my lips, covered just in time with his hand. He doesn’t give me a second of reprieve before he’s rocking his hips and pumping his engorged cock into me. It’s aggressive and filled with emotion.
The pain and pleasure mix into a feeling of chaos. My thoughts are swept away, and all I can focus on is the way he ruts into me like he’ll never be able to pull away again. The hatred and despair I once felt in his movements have turned into affection and guilty desire.
Kalel forces two fingers inside my mouth, and I bite down on them to keep myself from screaming as he pulls out to the tip and then thrusts his hips ruthlessly back into me. His knot repeatedly edging my entrance and making me moan at the girth of it.
He groans as I bite harder on his fingers. He buries his teeth into my shoulder and drinks my blood greedily as he fucks me in the moonlit garden.
His motion becomes heavier and slower. Kalel pulls his teeth from my flesh, gold liquid spilling on my skin as he chokes out, “I wished it wasn’t you, Alira. But I was lying. To myself. To you. I’ve longed for this. To make you mine forever.”
Kalel pushes down on my thighs hard. The fat, thick knot at his base slowly enters me, spreading me and securing itself in my deepest parts. My insides are on fire and my stomach feels tight.
I weep at the sharp pain and pleasure. They are so similar, and the pressure is so intense that I can no longer differentiate the feeling. “Wait. I’m not ready,” I cry, looking down at where we’re connected and seeing how my stomach already bulges just from taking in his huge knot. He moans and kisses me, bucking his hips until his knot grows bigger. He rubs my clit until the tension is so powerful that I come all over his cock. He consumes my cries with deep kisses. Then his whole body tenses and he stills.
Kalel’s cock pulses and hot liquid pours into my pussy, throbbing into my womb and filling me up. I whimper at the pressure that builds in my abdomen. He leans us back so I’m resting on his chest comfortably.
“Shh. I know, little godling. You did so well. It will take a while before we can part. You likely won’t get pregnant, so don’t cry.” His voice sounds pained as he presses hot kisses to my forehead. His knot swells more, until I’m convinced it will nevercome out. His cock continues to throb deep inside me, spilling into my deepest parts and filling me completely. My stomach already looks swollen with his child.
Tears spill from my eyes.
His purring doesn’t stop, and it’s the only thing that soothes me. Kalel remains quiet, caressing me gently and keeping one hand where his knot is latched inside me, massaging softly.
“I’m a selfish man, you know. The timid boy you met long ago is dead. This is all I am now.” His words make my heart twist painfully. Why did the gods do this to us? Why must we suffer so greatly? He never deserved the suffering he was dealt.
“I don’t mind who you are now, Kalel,” I murmur as I move my hand over his. He stops massaging over his knot and lets out a defeated sigh.
“Yeah?”
I only smile and close my eyes, letting my head lean against his. I wish this moment would last forever.
At least five minutes have passed, and his cock is still slowly releasing his seed inside me. The pain has at least subsided, but my mind is weary, and every muscle in my body is limp with exhaustion.
“You did so well, little godling,” he murmurs, smoothing his hand over my stomach. Does he long to have a child with me? My heart warms at the idea of a little demon-godling mix of us.
I don’t respond. I don’t feel like I am even capable of it. My head rests against his shoulder, and all I can do is keep my eyes open enough to see the rise and fall of his chest.
“Would you like to sleep here tonight? I’m afraid we’ve been out here for over an hour. The gardens are likely littered with demons trying to have as much fun as we did,” he says with a bit of humor in his tone, but I’m too tired to laugh. I’m struggling even to keep my eyes open.
He falls silent and brushes his hand over my head.
“Do gods sleep? I’ve always wondered. I never believed it fully until witnessing you rest myself. Godsdosleep, and I wonder how much that fact scares them. When demons like me have been waiting and watching for our chance to rid this world of them all.” Kalel sounds nostalgic on the matter, but his words are ominous.
His knot finally unswells—the sensation relieving my inner walls from the pressure, and they are finally able to relax. Slowly, he pulls himself from me, and I whimper at the sudden emptiness. It feels cold, and the pain lingers.
He wraps me in his arms as I curl into the fetal position. I can’t give a moment of thought to how he sees me right now.
I’m broken from today, and yet, I’ve never felt more whole.
