Page 18 of Knights of Past

After this he was able to take a leisurely step back, now smirking at his handy work and just to be sure, I tugged hard hoping my strength was enough to impress him as I freed myself. However, this didn’t happen, and he was clearly satisfied by the sight of my failure. I knew this when he snarled down at me, in a dark yet surprisingly playful tone,

“You are not that strong yet, little Queen of mine… not when your soul still knows who its master is.” I gasped at this, and he deepened his grin, morphing it into one of pure satisfaction.

“But, just in case…” he said before turning around and awarding me the lip biting sight of his well-developed behind. A muscular ass so mouth-watering, I actually whimpered. I even felt my hands tense around my unearthly restraints as I imagined kneading the muscular dips at the sides of his cheeks before running my hands down those strong, thick thighs.

Just the sheer bodily strength of him had my mouth going dry as a sexual shiver rippled through my body. Then I watched as he purposely closed the cage door, the sound of my imprisonment making me shiver again. I swallowed even harder after I watched him ripping a thorned length of metal free, one that had been curled around the bars for decoration. I then watched, open-mouthed, as he twisted it around the door, locking it firmly and making a show of the fact I was now caged. Although the moment he looked back at me, he clearly liked what he saw, as he said,

“Now that look suits you, although…” he paused, cocking his head to the side a little before stalking back to me, the evidence of his arousal now standing upright and proud…and oh so lickable.

“…As proud as I am to see you wearing my sigil…” he said, tapping the tip of his blackened claw against my chest plate, before continuing, “…You are wearing far too many clothes for my liking. And if you believe this strong enough to keep your body from me, well…you’re wrong, my little bird.”As he spoke, he raised up that same Demonic hand, letting me now watch as his claw started glowing as if it had just been dipped into the flaming river of Phlegethon.

“W-w-what are you?” I stammered when he brough it closer and just as I jerked away, he gripped the chest plate by the neck and yanked me back firmly to him. I found my back needing to arch as much as it would allow with my hands tied over my head.

“Don’t move now, little one.” Then he used that molten claw to cut down the centre of my chest plate as if it was made of paper mâché not metal. I gasped as he cut though his own sigil, one he had not long ago shown appreciation for.

“Lucius, my dad… he made…” At hearing this, he used his dangerously sharp tipped thumb against my lips, still keeping his hold on the chest plate by its collar, before hushing me,

“Ssshh now… don’t you worry, my pet… for next time you wear my sigil, it will be one of my own making. Not Daddy’s… so continue to be a good girl for me now and stay quiet for me.” I forced down the anxious lump that was most definitely coated with arousal. One that only acted as fuel, for when it landed in my belly it only managed to ignite the flames of my desire, especially when he watched my neck with great interest.

It was as if he could imagine his cock there, pushing in my mouth, past my lips before being suddenly thrust down my throat. As if the thought was making him salivate and desperate to feel those hard struggling swallows for himself rippling along his shaft.

Or was that thought just all me holding on to this fantasy?

He continued to rid me of my armour, piece by piece, and I had to say, he was a lot more efficient at it than I or Nero, as it was all gone with seconds. Then once I was held prisoner in front him in nothing but my dress, he took the time to scan down the length of me once more.

“Like what you see, Demon?” I braved the question, trying to sound more confident than I felt and making him grin more to himself this time when hearing my question. Then he ran the backs of his claws up my belly, ones now cold and no longer holding the dangerous scolding heat he had needed to cut through metal. He continued going, up and up, tantalizingly slow, until he was soon skimming between my breasts. He started plucking at the strained material between them, like some dangerous game he was playing, and one where he won from getting off when watching me squirm.

Only then did he answer me,

“I do indeed… but I much prefer…what’s beneath it more!”he growled before suddenly tearing his claws down my dress, being careful enough not to mark the skin beneath. Then when the rest of my dress was torn from me, including taking his time to rid me of even my sleeves, he took another step back. Oh, and if I thought I was squirming under his heated gaze before, then now, it felt as if my skin were on fire with it!

He looked as if he wanted to fucking eat me!

“Fucking beautiful,”he growled, before using his hand on my ass so as he could tug the lower part of me to his impressive cock, one that looked like it was weeping at just the thought of burying himself deep within me. In fact, I could tell he was trying to savor this moment, by taking things at a slower pace, despite the painful hold he had on my ass, something that made me whimper when his claw pricked the skin.

His evil grin said it all.

“Mmm, I fucking love that sound coming from your lips…now give me more, woman!”he demanded, before lunging toward my breast, gripping it in a brutal hold and lifting it up and sucking my nipple with a rough pull of his lips, biting it hard. I cried out again at the delicious pain that ignited an arousal coiling tighter in my sex, making it flutter on its own accord. Then when I didn’t think I could take any more, he sank his fangs in deep around my breast, now drinking what little blood he could get there, making me cry out again as my orgasm hit with a violent crashing wave.

He pulled back once my shuddering had subsided, now with my blood staining his fangs red as he grinned down at me, before shocking me further.

“Now I am going to do something to you I have always craved to do.”

“Wh-what are you…” I stammered.

“I am going to cover this fuckable… delectable… tasty little body of yours in my claiming bites… I am going to mark every inch as mine, with blood and fangs… I fucking own you!” he declared with a sinister growl of words that had me shaking.

“Y-y-your…?” He raised a hand to my neck, using the pad of his thumb to caress down from my chin to my jawline.

“I am going to sink my fangs all over your flesh, make you come endlessly with every owning bite I make, and you know what, little Queen of mine…?” He paused, now fixating on my trembling lips when I forced out the word,

“W-w-what-t?”

Then he placed his forehead to mine and snarled in a Demonic tone,

“I am going to enjoy every fucking second… every second I get to make you my blood slut… now be a good girl and…”

“…Bleed for me, Baby Girl.”

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