Page 25 of Snowed in with the Demon Lord
And jerked up as more hands joined his, holding and stroking and caressing my skin.Hishands, somehow. Two extra pairs, translucent and wreathed in sweet-smelling smoke, stroked claws across my skin. Stripping my clothes from me with slow, sensual care, their touch ghostly but real enough to support my weight as I lay back against them.
Abaddon watched, eyes intense, stripping off his clothes as his phantom hands undressed me. In seconds, we were free of the confining cloth, and I didn’t even notice the cold. His crimson body was a furnace, his heat radiating, his hands spreading my legs and lifting me before him like an offering.
Snake-like, his tongue darted out to taste me, finding me wet and eager for him. I tried to reach out for him, but he didn’t let me, ghostly hands taking my wrists in a firm but gentle grip. I struggled, arched, pulled against his grip—not trying to escape, just testing if I could. No luck, I was trapped and helpless in his grip, and I loved it.
From the hungry growl Abaddon gave, he enjoyed watching me try, and he carried me through the cabin, teasing and testing me, phantom fingers gliding across my body, down to my pussy, brushing it with an almost imperceptible touch. I bit back the urge to beg, but it got tougher and tougher.
And Abaddon, damn him, got harder and harder.
I paid no attention to where he was taking me until I realized we were in the bathroom, and Abaddon tore down the shower curtain to make space. Panic rose in me at the thought of the tank of unheated water feeding the shower, but the demon gestured up and strange fire erupted around the showerhead.
Water sprayed down on us, arriving hot and glorious, washing off the grime and sweat of battle, the fear and anger and rage. Again, I squirmed to no avail, and Abaddon amused himself soaping me all over, his ghostly hands moving me however he needed. Perhaps it should have been embarrassing, but I found it relaxing. I couldn’t do anything, so I didn’t have to. Abaddon was in control and he’d take care of everything. All I could do was lie back and enjoy him.
By the time we were clean, his roaming hands had me writhing and gasping, desperate for him. My core ached for him, empty and needy, and I moaned wordlessly as he kissed his way up my body from pussy to lips with detours to enjoy my breasts and hard nipples. I felt the incredible care he used, the tension in him, the beast waiting to be unleashed.
His fear that it would be too much, that he’d hurt me.
It took an effort to find my words again, not helped by his teeth grazing my neck. In between helpless moans, I gathered myself, caught my breath, and spoke.
“…yes,” was all I managed on my first attempt. It was enough to make Abaddon look up at me.
“‘Yes’ what, little one?” His voice, always a turn-on, had a roughness to it, like he was barely holding on to his self-control. It was overwhelmingly sexy, enough to make me moan and struggle for words.
“Yes, please,” I managed. “Abaddon, you don’t need to hold back. I want this. I want you.”
“No, little one, you do not understand. I would hurt you.”
I looked him dead in the eye. “Maybe so, but I don’t care. I need you, Abaddon. I need you inside me, need to experience you with the safety off. This might be the only time, but we both need this.”
“You don’t know what you’re asking,” he warned.
“But I want to find out, and so do you. Or at least, your cock wants to.” I gestured to his member, standing tall and proud. And thick. And maybe this was a dangerous idea?I am not backing down now.“Please?”
He held my gaze for a moment longer, then made a sharp gesture. The ghost hands vanished in a puff of incense, and Abaddon lifted me up, one arm at my back, the other hand on my hip. His lips drew back into a menacing smile, all sharp teeth and hunger, and I clutched at his shoulders as he bit my neck hard.
I arched, crying out at the mix of pain and pleasure flashing through my body, and if he had any doubts left, that banished them. With a hard thrust, he drove deep into my pussy, and he pulled me down to meet it. Clawed fingers gripped my ass hard enough to leave marks, and I felt myself stretch around him as his cock hardened even further.
With no thought from me, my legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper. Or trying to—with irresistible strength, he lifted me up, nearly off his cock entirely. Iwhined, craving the fullness I’d just experienced, and he snarled in response. His second thrust hit hard, driving up and forward as he held me against the cool tiles of the shower. I felt the tiles crack behind me as he fucked me into the wall, over and over, each thrust harder than the last. Shards of ceramic rained down as the tiles came apart, and I gasped for breath.
A tingling flooded my body, starting at my pussy and spreading in waves. My muscles tightened, fingers scratching down his back, and my breathing sped up. I think I spoke, but I have no idea if words came out or just sounds. They became a scream of purest joy as the orgasm hit me with the force of a freight train.
Abaddon’s demonic cock pulsed inside me, and I kept crying out as he pushed me into a fresh explosion of ecstasy almostas soon as I’d recovered from the last. I couldn’t keep track of where one ended, and the next began, and I felt like I was coming apart under his furious, powerful thrusts.
And I loved every second. Every breath of his demon scent, every thrust of his monstrous cock, every touch of his teeth and lips and tongue.
His tail snaked up my body, tender touch contrasting with the rest. He ran it across my lips, and I kissed and licked at it, which got a gasp and a shudder from Abaddon, and whatever self-control he had left snapped.
I didn’t think he had any more to give, but his thrusts came faster and harder than ever, the pulsing of his cock matching his rhythm. Together, we hurtled toward the edge, and hung there for a moment above the sea of pleasure below.
Together, we dived into it, his demon cum filling me as I squeezed his cock inside me. The world dissolved around us, a white light washing out everything else, and time stopped having meaning.
For a long, perfect moment, the world shrank to just the two of us. Me and my demon lord, my beloved. I clung to him like nothing else mattered, letting the crashing waves of bliss carry us away.
19
ABADDON
“Is the hat really necessary?” I asked, frowning down at the offending item. Red, floppy, with a white fur trim and a white ball attached to the tip. It looked neither warm nor comfortable, and I had no need of a hat inside the cabin.
