Page 33 of Hunting Her
“You’ll be a warrior queen,” he says. “We’ll teach you to fight and gift you magic so no one dares to oppose you.”
He presses his boot down and I strain against the weight.
“But for me, you’ll crawl. Won’t you?”
The boot vanishes. I’m halfway to my feet when he grabs my hair and shoves me back down. “Crawl, and when you reach the next fork in the path I’ll let you run. Otherwise, I’ll claim your cunt right here and you’ll lose.”
Jaw clenching, I look back over my shoulder. The jack-o-lantern face is smirking, and I imagine he is too. Being humiliated like this sends a righteous fury racing through my veins, but I’ve learned from tonight… I like it.
I love the fight, but I want them to win.
So I crawl awkwardly down the path, coating my arms and legs in mud while he stands immobile, watching me. He can see everything from there—the sheen of cum coating my thighs, my dripping pussy, my well-used asshole.
My cheeks are heated to infernal temperatures by the time I reach the fork. Clambering to stand, I take off down one of the paths, toes sinking into the mud with every step. The next time he catches me, he isn’t going to let me go.
Not with the orange hue brightening the horizon, promising that dawn is near.
I fling myself off the dirt path and into the stalks of corn, using it as a last ditch effort to lose him. I can’t see where I’m going, corn leaves hitting me in the face, but I just keep running.
Until hands land on my shoulders from in front of me, slowing my speed so I don’t break my nose on a hard chest. I peer up at Damek, the jack-o-lantern eyes almost seeming to glow while his horns jut out the top.
He drags me from the corn into a wide open field. Somehow I got turned around and started heading back to the pumpkinpatch. My arm aches where he holds me, and he doesn’t let me go even when he sits down on a hay bale.
Damek undoes the button and zipper of his jeans with one hand, shoving them down just enough to free his cock.
My gasp sounds way too loud in the quiet morning.
“Why do you…” I trail off, staring at his length.
It’s slick with his precum and long enough to break me, but the other demons weren’t much smaller. What has me stunned is the thick knot at the base, so girthy that there’s no way it won’t hurt to take.
He casually strokes himself, and his hand is barely big enough to wrap around the knot. With my smaller hands, my fingers wouldn’t touch if I tried.
“The knot is surprising to you?” he asks. “Only the king has one. I’ll use it to lock us together as dawn breaks—and we’re losing the twilight, love. If you don’t want me to hurt you with my knot, you should hurry.”
“Hurry and what?”
“Sit on my lap.” He releases my arm and pats his thighs.
There’s nothing holding me back—I could run again. If I was still opposed to being dragged down to the Underworld, I would. I think he knows my mind has changed overnight. Maybe he just hopes it has.
Either way, I want his knot to bring me pleasure when I take it for the first time, not pain. And he’s right—the only way that’s going to be possible is if I’ve gotten used to the rest of his cock already.
I climb onto the hay bale, straddling him with pieces of hay poking at my knees and shins. Reaching down, I grab his cock and position it at my entrance, taking the tip inside me. There’s resistance that stops me from sinking further. He’s big, and my pussy isn’t used to this kind of stretch.
Breathing shakily, I lift the pumpkin from his head and toss it to the ground. His hair is a mess beneath it, his burgundy skin flushed. Now that I can look into his eyes directly, I see the tenderness shining in them.
“I’ve never done this before,” I whisper.
Damek already knows, but since he’s spent the night watching me get railed in every other hole by his advisors, I want to remind him. I don’t know if that’ll make him be gentle. Gentle might not be what I need anyways, but I need him to have that little fact on his mind.
He’s my first. They all are, in different ways.
“Neither have I. My body is only for you; only for my queen.”
Damek’s admission steals my breath. “Never?” I ask.
“I choose my mate for life, and I’ve chosen you. I wouldn’t let anyone else sully our bond. Now, love, I can fill you for the first time slowly or quickly, but you don’t have long to decide.”
