Page 73 of Prince of Demons
Not that she wanted to escape, not truly. As much as she protested, as much as she fought him like the fierce little warrior he knew she was meant to be, her pussy remained upturned, swallowing him eagerly all the way to the root over, and over, and over again.
He lost all sense of time; all sense of anything that wasn’t her—them. The only sense of moments passing came when her pussy began to convulse around him, and he knew it was it.
With a roar, he pushed her face into the mattress, raised up on his hands above her, and put the full force of his weight into his thrust.
She keened in desperation, but it wasn’t from pain. A lesser woman would have shattered her pelvis, but Georgia was anything but frail. She was a Breeder, his Breeder, and she could take him. All of him.
“Kesh! Kesh, I’m gonna…!”
She clenched on his cock so hard he saw stars.
“F-fuck!” The curse shuddered out of his throat, and he barely managed to keep upright. When her pussy erupted in a series of wet spasms, and her keens turned to a sultry cry of release, there was nothing more he could do.
Pleasure erupted out of him in a hot spray.
His destructive magic followed suit, bursting into her with violence he could do nothing to stem.
“NO! NO, what have you done?!”
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Dark magic slammed into his body, tearing him out of pure bliss as the power of it pushed him off Georgia’s trembling body. Leaving her vulnerable and exposed.
A roar ripped from his throat as fury beyond comprehension slammed shut over his mind.
Mallorn stood in the broken-down doorway, horror and anger painted all over his face. Magic still sparked from his hands. “You fucked her! You could have killed her! Are you out of your mind, you piece of shit? That’s my future mate! Mine!”
Another blast of power erupted out of his Second, but this time, it didn’t make impact.
All that registered in Kesh’s mind was that this male was trying to take Georgia from him. With force.
His fury exploded.
There was a mighty boom. Magic blacked out the air, walls crumbled with a groaning screech as the building itself shook in its foundations.
Georgia screamed.
Fear shot through his fury, bright and horrific, turning murderous intent to single-minded focus.
“Georgia! I’m here, love. I’m here!” He stumbled forward through the slowly waning darkness, drawn to her like he’d been attached by a leash. She lay crumbled on the floor, curled around herself, black soot streaking her naked back and hips.
Kesh fell to his knees by her side and gathered her into his arms, protecting her body with his own. “Are you hurt? Tell me you’re unharmed!”
“I… I think so,” she stammered, voice hoarse; weak. Her hands found his arms, clinging. Instinctively seeking his protection.
Clutching her closer, he got to his feet, magic billowing around him in a protective cape.
The ceiling was gone. As were the walls. His entire apartment was one open wound, bare to the sky. Only a hastily erected magic shield kept the howling wind from tearing through the space.
His father, the creator of said shield, was crouched next to Mallorn—also contained in a swath of magic. Blood seeped from his Second’s nostrils and fury blazed in his eyes.
“It seems we have a little… misunderstanding on our hands.” The calmness in Kirigan’s voice belied the situation entirely. “The girl is Pure. She belongs to a lord.”
Pure.
Shock washed through Kesh’s entire system. He stared down at Georgia safely nestled in his arms—at her naked body, and the semen still trickling from her flushed opening.
