Page 9 of Sleeping Redemption
“Fuck, Kinley, you were made for taking my cock,” I proclaimed as my hips pounded into her. Each drive into her solidified my inability to be without my dark angel.
Each melodic moan she made as I jammed myself into her was something I was unwilling to forget. Her pussy stroked me,clinging to my every inch and attempting to milk my release out of me.
My hand trailed down over the center of her stomach until my fingers found her swollen clit. Driven with a level of lust that bordered on insanity, I feverishly rubbed circles over it, needing to feel her coat my cock one more time before I got struck by my release.
“OH! Rook! Yes!” she cried out.
“That’s it, love. Come for me. Reward my cock for making you feel good.” My dick roughly battered her greedy cunt.
True to my word, I delivered the promised fifth orgasm as her walls squeezed around my thick cock, threatening to have me spilling inside of her. I used my hands to firmly steady her hips which spasmed up against mine, allowing me to deliver a few more thrusts, bringing myself up to the edge of my climax.
Loudly cursing, I pulled out at the last possible second before pleasure overtook my body. Lowering her hips down, I took my dick into my hand, aiming it just above her core, and watched as my demon seed spurted out from my pierced head. My shiny black cum was a demon special that I took pride in. It splashed over her lower stomach in a gorgeous and erratic pattern. Seeing it contrast against her pale body in heavy ropes made me want to fuck her twenty times over just so I could cover her from head to toe in it.
“Mmm, what a pretty sight seeing my cum all over you, Kinley.” I could barely get the words out between my heavy pants.
She was equally as breathless, and the relief was evident on her face seeing that I had stuck to my promise of not finishing inside her. That was until I used my powers to find the loophole. Tricksters were extraordinarily adept at finding ways to get what they wanted; there was always an escape clause.
My hazel eyes darkened as my gaze followed my cum while it appeared to take on a life of its own, pooling together in a puddle on her lower belly. The sticky collection of dark matter spilled down her body until it followed the trail through her crease and slithered into her pussy’s entrance, disappearing from sight.
With horrified eyes slowly losing their black hue, her hands shoved herself to sit upright. “Motherfucker! I told you not to come in me!” The flames of anger ignited on her face, indicating that the use of my demon tongue on her had been long forgotten.
Smirking rather smugly, my hand patted her folds. “You may have missed it during your fits of pleasure, love, but I didn’t actually come inside you. I can’t help it if my seed wants to be inside this heavenly pussy of yours.”
I pulled a deep breath of air in through my nose, filling my lungs while I closed my eyes. With my release now working its way deep inside her, the link began to form between us.
Sowing your seed as a demon had many perks, including creating a connection with those you deposited it in. From here on out, my seed would be a part of Kinley and would act like my own personal homing beacon for her. I would be able to locate my new playmate whenever I felt inclined.
Reopening my eyes, I glanced to the side where a small line of dark motor oil we had inadvertently spilled earlier. While she remained in a state of shock that I had pulled a fast one on her, I decided to do a little finger painting.
Firmly, I grabbed onto her leg below the knee and raised it slightly. Reaching over, I swiped up some of the slick oil with my finger and began drawing with it on her inner thigh.
“You’re stuck with me now, love.” I grinned as I stared at my artwork on her leg.
ROOK
Each letter was precisely written despite the slippery nature of the medium I used to leave my name on her body. I leaned over and pressed a kiss to the inside of her knee like the proud artist I was.
Chapter Five
My dark feathered vixen had returned home sooner than expected, forcing me to exit the garage’s side door hastily. As she inspected the door I had inadvertently left open, it was the appearance of that asswipe trickster that interrupted what could have been an enchanting moment between us.
I was able to watch as the two interacted inside the garage, cloaked by the bushes outside the window on the side of her house. A house which was large enough for the litters of Nephilim we would have when I bred her.
The fucking bastard of a demon put his hands on my property, leaving me fighting back the blind rage that threatened to overcome me. I wanted nothing more than to barge in there, gut him, and proceed to choke him with his own intestines.
The only consolation of choosing to remain out of sight was appreciating the sight of Kinley’s body as each article of clothing was stripped from her. It was a short-lived feeling though, because the moment the shitbag began touching her, nausea churned in my stomach. He didn’t deserve to touch her like that; no one except me should defile that sinful goddess.
A snarl rumbled past my lips, unable to tear my eyes away from the scene unfolding before me. Hearing all her moans easily through the glass pane, I shut my eyes and imagined how they would sound even sweeter under my touch. Each of those pleasure-filled shouts needed to bear more pain than she received. The demon couldn’t even do that part right. That’s why she needed me to show her, to teach her.
Dropping a hand down to the front of my current host’s pants, I began palming the less-than-awe-inspiring erection. The body I had jumped into was one of her gardeners, and he lacked in the endowment department. When I finally got my chance with my devious angel, I would need to ensure my host body was better equipped.
Once Kinley was mine, I would have her teardrops with every one of my meals, feed her my cock for each one of hers, and she would be mine to force to her knees and serve me—only me.
I didn’t like other people touching my things, but I would have to overlook the actions of the disgusting excuse of a servant of Hell for now.
I prepared to be on my way as things began to wrap up, but whatever happened next was unclear. Kinley began yelling at the trickster while wiping at her inner thigh, causing a smear of dark liquid.
Emphatically her arms waved about, occasionally bending over to gather her clothes. It wasn’t difficult to hear the conversation when her emotions were on the rise.
