Page 43 of Dark Rapture
“What do you desire, little witch?”His voice echoes around us, disembodied, ethereal.
“You,” I moan softly, rolling my hips to grind my swollen, wet slit along the hard length of his very inhuman cock. I whimper at the unexpected feel of ridges combined with smooth hardness in my most sensitive place, idly wondering how anyone could resist something so obviously made for gratification.
Part of me wishes I could see it, the other half of me is desperate to just feel him. All of him. Hard, long, and impossibly thick. He’s smooth, and hot, and covered in ridges that feel incredible with each roll of my hips. He was made for mind-shattering pleasure in his true form. Although I don’t know how he could possibly fit inside of me, I am desperate for him anyway.
I need him to take me, and devour me. To possess me as deeply as he possesses my soul. I want my body to be his divine temple of sin, the very altar of demonic worship.
I don’t want him to manifest as anything but who he is, to pretend to be human, not right now. I want him as Stolas, a demon, Great Prince of Hell. My demon.
“Please, Stolas. Take me. Possess me,” I whimper, grinding myself against him, making us both moan against the rush of pleasure. I can see the silhouette of his ghastly head falling back as his jaws part, a guttural moan escapes him. His hands tighten on my hips, until one massive hand lifts to collar my throat.
“You are mine, Selene, until the very end of time. Not even God himself, risen from the cosmic grave, could take you from me now.”
“Pl-ease, Stolas,” I beg again, my body relaxed in his possessive hold, the arousal building to a fever pitch.
“So needy,” he teases, the fluctuating tones of his voice deepening to levels that human vocal cords could never achieve. “So desperate to be fucked by your demon.”
I mumble an affirmation, my swollen pussy grinding against his shaft as my hips undulate shamelessly.
“I must prepare you, so I do not tear you apart,” his dark laughter makes me shiver, and suddenly he releases my throat and pulls me up his body. His hands maneuver me until my legs fall up over his massive shoulders, colliding with the thick muscle enveloping his fearsome structure.
I moan brokenly as his hot mouth presses against me, his devilish visage nuzzling between my thighs. One powerful hand splays out across my lower back to hold me in place, while the other grips my thigh.
I am so wet and ready to be fucked, that the tip of his wicked tongue slips into me with ease. I cry out as the inhuman muscle slithers deep inside of me, my eyes opening wide in shock. I blink rapidly against the darkness, my body writhing as he pins me against his mouth. “Oh, God, Stolas... what… is—”
The mention of God has him thrusting his tongue so deep I nearly scream, the sound melting into a fevered moan, as a deep and deadly growl radiates from his colossal form. His tongue is unbelievably long, thick, and hot. It twists and pumps wildly inside of my throbbing pussy, filling me more than anything ever has before.
The pleasure is white-hot, so extreme that I can hardly draw a full breath as my body careens wildly into rapturous bliss.
The orgasm has my hands reaching desperately, grasping whatever part of him I can use to anchor myself, while my pussy spasms violently around his tongue.
He fucks me through the seemingly unending wave, pressing me tight against him, so deep inside of me that all I can feel is the hot, thrusting muscle as he fucks me with it.
Even when my orgasm ends, he doesn’t stop. I can feel his chest expand on a deep inhale, then the exhale brings with it a wave of hot breath fluttering over my hypersensitive clit. With a pleasured hiss, my back arches as his tongue pumps harder inside of me.
My pussy is so primed for him, my arousal so extreme, that all I can do is hold on as he ravishes my body and forces me to come over and over again. After what must be the fifth soul-shattering orgasm, I begin to beg and beg until finally his unholy tongue slips free.
A deeply satisfied groan leaves him as he lowers me back down to settle into his lap, my body utterly spent and weak in his grasp. Every atom in my body is vibrating as a constant pleasurable warmth radiates out from the apex of my thighs.
Like an addict hooked on a powerful new drug, I ache for more of him. I am drunk on lust, dizzy from the constant waves of intoxicating pleasure, desperate to stay right here with him forever. Lost in this enchanted dark ocean, drowning in the depths of his possession, a slave to the limitless euphoria he brings me.
His powerful arm snakes around my waist, lifting me just enough to notch the head of his cock at my entrance. The throbbing in my clit intensifies as I anticipate what it will feel like for this monstrous demon to force his way inside of me.
“Beg for me, little witch,” he commands, his voice heavy with lust, as I obey him without hesitation.
I can feel Stolas’ profound need through our bond, secured by the unbreakable self control he has had eons to perfect. The truth of his thoughts and feelings come to me not in images nor words, but I understand them just the same.
This demon’s love for me is absolute, unconditional and undying. Even if the magic inside of me vanished into thin air right this second, he would love me just as thoroughly as he did before.
“Please, Stolas. Please fuck me,” I whimper, the feel of him poised to penetrate me sends a shiver right down my spine. I try to spread my legs wider, but he pins me in place.
“Breathe, Selene.” Those fluctuating tones are soothing, deep and smooth like silk, as he begins to thrust up into me. I inhale deeply as the gently pointed head of his unfamiliar cock presses in.
My demon’s dark power surges between my spread thighs as he sinks every inch he can inside of me. I shudder and tremble as he enters me, filling me to complete capacity.
The feel of his substantial cock lodged so damn deep inside of me makes my pussy spasm as another euphoric orgasm crashes into me. I writhe as the burning pleasure consumes me, devouring my sanity, leaving my body trembling uncontrollably.
“You are sin made flesh,” he groans, seated so deep inside of me as this all-consuming orgasm finally ends, drenching him in the silky wetness of my arousal. “Divine sacrilege,” he hisses, his talons digging in my skin as he fights to maintain his self control.
