Page 44 of Dark Rapture
His thoughts are mine, as is his unbearable desire to pound into me until we both succumb to enraptured ruin. I experience it all through our bond, and all at once I want nothing more than for Stolas to lose himself inside of me.
Before I can beg him to fuck me, he pulls back and slams his hips between my thighs. His size is so monumental inside of me, I don’t know how long I can last before my body shatters again. Already, pleasure burns hot and bright where our bodies are connected.
My head drops back on a moan as he thrusts inside of me, fucking me with a slow but savage pace. His talons press harder into my skin, the small bursts of pain amplifying the incredible pleasure.
“Stolas…” I whimper, addicted to the hard pumping of his hips between my thighs. My legs are spread so wide, I cannot fight against the blissful assault of his inhuman body on mine. I feel as though he will shatter me into a thousand pieces, but I don’t care. He feels so damn good, and his cock is hitting me so deep that my mind is lost in the euphoria.
“I need you to come,” I moan as my body spirals frenziedly towards another orgasm. “Fuck me hard until you come. Please,” I beg, suddenly desperate to be bred by my Great Prince of Hell.
I never wanted children, not before this moment. But an image flashes into my mind that I cannot ignore. I am laying in a nest of a bed, full of silk and luxurious pillows, a dark God in the form of a precious child held to my breast. Stolas towering over the decadent bed, protective and watchful.
Our son, heir to the throne of Hell. The distant future, I recognize as the images drift away.
I gasp, my eyes opening wide. I see nothing but shifting shadows and the faded light of stars, but I can feel the rumble of a pleased growl as Stolas’ arousal surges.
“Wicked little witch, desperate for me to fill her womb with Cambion.” The thought passing between us through our connection has him wild, pressing me backwards so he can move his great body over me, giving him the angle necessary to fuck me brutally, pounding between my thighs with raw hunger.
A normal human could not survive this, but a bonded witch can. With magic to protect my physical body, I give myself to Stolas as he lets go of his control and comes undone between my legs.
The ridges at the base of his cock, spreading up his pelvis, grind roughly against my sensitive clit. The pleasure is so intense I rocket towards climax, his name leaving my lips on a tortured groan.
The thick muscles enveloping his monstrous structure tense as his pleasure peaks. I cry out as I feel the first heavy pulse of him inside of me, his demonic essence spilling from the head of his cock, those dark tendrils snaking deep into my body and filling every bit of space they can.
The base of his cock thickens, expanding until our bodies are locked together, my head falling back on a broken moan as heat blossoms inside of me and the pressure at the base of my spine erupts again.
Euphoria flows through us both as he floods my pussy with his release, the excess forced through my cervix to fill my womb with his dark magic. His rapturous moans join with mine as we spiral through our joined orgasm, the pleasure so intense he pulls me tightly against his inhuman form to anchor us together.
When the orgasm finishes, I am left panting and trembling beneath him as his colossal body shudders above me. He pulls me into his embrace, wrapping his immense arms around me. The movement has me gasping, the overwhelming sensation of fullness steals my breath, even as the swelling at the base of his cock begins to recede.
A soothing, healing warmth has bloomed inside of us, spreading through our bodies in blissful waves. We are silent as we hold each other, my smaller human body wrapped up in the overwhelming mass of this demonic entity in his true form.
A form I once gazed upon in horror as the very sight of it threatened to destroy my sanity, that I now see only as Hell’s divine design. A dark, deadly monstrosity that would send any human spiraling into irreparable lunacy. My demon, my Prince, perfectly mine.
We drift through his dark ocean for so long that I lose sense of time again, watching stars as they are born and eventually die, somewhere far beyond the reaches of the world I call home. I know this isn’t reality, that time moves differently here, because Stolas whispers to me while I slumber in his arms.
He speaks to me of ancient magic so old I cannot fathom, when the first humans made deals with demons. He tells me of chants that can create violent storms and level civilizations, of incantations that can turn the ocean waves into leviathans to do my bidding. He teaches me as we sleep, suspended in time, until my body and soul are whole once again.
Eventually, my eyes drift open, and I can see. The constellations strewn throughout the vast, empty space are closer now… illuminating us both in a gentle, dim light. Just enough that when my eyes roam up his body, I can see his demonic visage.
He watches me carefully, one hand lifting as he uses one massive, black talon to brush hair away from my face and tuck it gently behind my ear. I am in awe of his gentleness when he touches me, because the slightest use of force would damage me.
“What happens now?” I whisper, gazing up into his large, owl-like eyes. The globes are black as the night sky, cosmic constellations trapped within.
His voice reaches, deep and soothing, dark and low. “We conquer the world, little witch.” A wicked smirk lifts the corners of his eerie mouth, and I mirror it.
Images flash before my eyes, manifested through his gift of omniscience, of a beautiful and wondrous future together. Of the two of us, soaring high in the night sky, reading the constellations. Roaming in endless, sandy deserts in the Middle East, hand in hand, as we read through archaic tomes filled with black magic and ancient knowledge. Lessons in controlling the forces of Nature, taught in wild forests where man does not tread.
A son, one day far away, a crowned Prince destined to become King while his parents dominate the earth and the stars. A future I would have never imagined possible.
Stolas’ magnificent, otherworldly eyes close, and I follow suit. I am wrapped in his embrace as we shift from this realm, back to the one I call home.
Epilogue
10 Months Later
Ideserveretribution.Iunderstand that now.
Regardless of his threats to kill my family—his own flesh and blood—and regardless of his promise to hurt me worse than he already did, my tragic story deserved to be heard.
