Page 220 of The Ascended
The air in the room suddenly chilled, the familiar sensation of his power gathering around us. A whisper of movement—I looked up to see shadowy forms materializing from the darkness near the ceiling—hands, dozens of them, wreathed in the same ethereal darkness that clung to the Warden of the Damned.
"What are you—" I began, but my words cut off as the first of the ghostly hands wrapped around my wrist, its touch cool but solid as it held me in place.
"Insurance," Xül murmured, satisfaction evident in his tone as more of the hands materialized, some moving to my other wrist, some sliding along my sides, others tracing patterns across my back.
"My own personal army," he murmured, breaking through my thoughts, watching as one of the spectral hands traced the curve of my hip. "Ready to hold you down while I have my way with you."
His hand slid between my thighs, finding me even wetter than before.
“I fear you enjoy this too much,” he observed. "Being restrained." His fingers explored lazily, as if he had all the time in the world.
One of the hands moved to tangle in my hair, pulling my head back. "I want to see your face when you come," Xül explained. "Want to watch you fall apart for me."
His words sent a fresh wave of thrill through me, my body responding instinctively to the dark promise in his tone. I felt him position his cock, the blunt pressure making me tense involuntarily.
"Relax," he murmured, his free hand moving to stroke between my thighs. "Or this is going to hurt more than it needs to."
I forced myself to breathe. The hands adjusted their grip, some moving to caress my breasts, others trailing cool touches along my inner thighs. The contrast between their ghostly touch and Xül'sburning hands was maddening, sensations coming from too many directions at once.
As the tension left my frame, he began to push forward, the stretch of him burning despite how ready I was.
I couldn't move. I couldn't touch him or pull away or even shift against the ache building between my thighs. The hands held me firmly in place, preventing me from pushing back to take him deeper—leaving me completely at his mercy, exactly as he'd promised. And then the strangest thing happened. My mind went quiet.
That constant awareness I carried, the exhausting need to anticipate every threat, every angle, every possible problem. It all stopped mattering. The decision was made. There was nothing to calculate, nothing to guard against.
The tears came then, but a relief washed through me at the same moment. I’d been so fucking tired. How heavy that incessant control had become. And here, pinned and helpless, I could finally stop carrying it.
He moved slowly at first, allowing me to adjust to his size, but his patience didn't last. Soon he was setting a punishing rhythm, each thrust driving deeper than the last, hitting places inside me I hadn't known existed. The hands moved in tandem with his thrusts, some tightening their grip on my wrists, others teasing my breasts, my throat, my inner thighs—an extension of his will touching me everywhere at once.
"Fuck," he hissed. "So tight. So perfect."
The hand in my hair maintained its grip, keeping my head pulled back so Xül could see my expressions. Another slid beneath me to circle my clit, dragging a moan from my lips.
"Look at you," he growled, his voice strained. "Do you know what you look like right now, starling? When you’re taking my cock so well?" His hand came down on my ass with a sharp crack that sent shock waves through me.
Another moan I couldn’t suppress.
“You look like you’re mine.”
Gods, I wanted to crumble at his words.
"Say it," he demanded. "Say you're mine."
"Yours," I gasped. The last of my resistance crumbled. Not conquered, but willingly demolished.
His rhythm faltered for a moment, as if my compliance had surprised him. Then his eyes darkened further. "Again."
"I'm yours, Xül," I repeated, my voice breaking as he hit that perfect spot inside me.
A satisfied sound rumbled from his chest as he leaned forward, his chest pressing against my back, his mouth at my ear. "Good girl," he murmured, the praise sending an unexpected shiver of pleasure through me. "Now you're going to come for me. With my cock inside you."
Another hand slid up to wrap gently around my throat.
"Not until I say," he warned, sensing how close I was. "Hold it back."
I whimpered, the command nearly impossible to obey as pleasure coiled tighter within me. "I can't?—"
"You can," he insisted, his voice steeped in command. "And you will."
