I looked into her eyes, wanting to see the defeat and lust combination I was craving, but all I saw was assured cockiness. So my little goddess needed a firm hand; I could get down with that.
I was about to take this to another rougher level, pushing her into the dirt, showing her what naughty goddesses got, when she opened her smug, sultry mouth.
“Is that what you think?”
Then she did the unspeakable. She cocked back her knee and swung right for my warrior sword.
Pain exploded from my balls, slamming into my stomach. My throat worked hard to keep what I had for dinner down. I was feeling all of this as I watched my evil goddess escape my clutches, laughing her head off as she went for the door. That was it. I'd had enough of the silly games.
I took the pain I felt and rolled it around inside until it all resided at my core, fueling me, making me feel that pulse of pain just enough to keep me on my hunt but not enough to prevent me from it. The perfect balance for war. And that was what she’d called for when she’d done that.
I started to charge after her, my breathing coming out ragged as my feet stomped around and I sniffed for her. She thought I was a beast before, but now she woke up the animal inside. Beings either got trampled or jumped out of my way as I hunted. My focus was laser-pointed to the demon goddess who had lured me in. And now I was going to make her pay for capturing my attention, for waving around her siren body with all its muscular curves and attitude.
I saw her bob and weave through the crowd, thinking that by taking all this time, I would get tired and give up, but that wasn’t how my body worked. I was the embodiment of war, which meant I had strength that only grew the more I fought. My instincts only got sharper with a better opponent, and my stamina built the longer I raged. All of that, partnered with my body's regenerative ability, made me an unkillable fighting machine.
I caught her looking back every once in a while, desire and heat building with each glance. It was like she expected me to give up, and the longer I didn't, the more she wanted me. Deep down, past my pride and my anger, I was delighted by it. It was both infuriating and exciting that she wasn't afraid of me. Now I just needed to know if she could handle me.
She bumped into someone, and I growled so loudly that it spooked some beings into blocking the way she was heading, so she turned left and hesitated. Her shoulders bunched as she looked around for another escape, but she couldn't find any. She stood still for a few seconds, tilting her head one way and then another, looking behind her shoulder to find how close I was to reaching her. She must have made some final decision on how to go forward because she sent me a sexy cocky smirk and winked at me over her shoulder before she turned and darted off to the side.
“Come, my beast.” Her call in the air drew me in whether I wanted to or not. I didn’t even take a second to think if this was a trap or not, so focused on getting my hands on my evil goddess that when I turned the corner, all I saw was a dark hallway that led to some bathrooms.
I stalked forward and took a wild guess that she went into the men's room, assuming I would think she went in the women's. I slapped my hand on the door, and it banged into the wall hard enough to dent it.
“Hey! You break it, you buy it.” Her miffed voice came from my left.
I swiveled my head to find her in the center with her hands on her hips, giving me a frown.
I slammed the door shut behind me and locked it just as the sound of a toilet flushing came from one of the stalls.
A male demon came out with his hands up. “I’m not a part of this. I just needed to take a shit. Please, just let me go.”
His fearful voice made a manic smile appear on my face. I unlocked and opened the door for him as I pointed and bellowed, “Get out!”
He shivered at the sound before he tripped over his own feet and he scurried as fast as his legs could take him away from this place. Then I shut it, locked it, and turned back to the naughty goddess.
I prowled slowly towards her, glaring at her with all the violence and savagery I was feeling, wanting her to understand how royally pissed off I was, but also how turned on I felt. Chasing her all over the place had just gotten me hard, gotten me excited to pounce and play, and now I needed to dominate and devour.
She rolled her eyes. “Someone doesn't know the meaning of foreplay.” She crossed her arms, effectively pushing those gorgeous breasts together.
My mouth went dry as my eyes caught on those irresistible tits of hers. I knew what she was doing but I couldn’t stop myself from licking my lips and imagining my tongue leaving a wet trail between those plump luscious globes, hands itching to pinch and bite those stiff peaks I knew were underneath that scrap of a shirt. She could distract a dying man with those plump breasts, and he would thank her on his way out.
“Foreplay?! You consider kneeing me in the dick—which was half hard, by the way—foreplay?!” I yelled a little at the end, because I was into the rough stuff as much as the rest of them, but no one had ever kneed me in the balls before sex. It seemed counterintuitive.
She walked towards me, no fear in her eyes at my menacing energy as she swayed her hips, mesmerizing me for a moment. Reminding me why I would want to keep the little evil goddess around. No, I didn't want to kill her. I wanted to fuck her. I wanted her screaming my name in both pain and pleasure. I wanted her to be strong and broken at the same time. And I was sure she was up to the task.
She laid her hand on my dick, petting it lightly, which was just as excruciating.
“Awww… How ‘bout I make it better, huh, big guy?” Her smile tipped up as she licked across her top lip, looking down as she bit her bottom lip at what she saw.
Yes. Yes, I wanted her to make me feel better, but it wasn’t going to be on her terms or with her on her knees. At least not this time. No, I needed the dominance.
I grabbed her neck roughly, jerking her back a little at the force. A gasp escaped past her lips, surprised at the direction I was taking it.
“Yes, little goddess, you will be taking care of me. I’m going to be fucking this body so hard and fast that you’re not going to be able to think about escaping me. You're going to ride the line between pain and pleasure. You’re going to take my large, fat cock, and you're going to scream for me in the end. Whether it's in pain or pleasure is up to you.”
That was all the warning I gave her. I stared into her eyes for a full three seconds, waiting to see if she would say that she wanted out. That she didn’t like this game. That she couldn’t handle it. But all she did was smirk with her defiant eyes, daring me to do my worst.
Once the three seconds were up, I tightened my grip around her neck, then I lifted and slammed her into the tiled wall. As soon as her head cracked against the tile, shards falling down around her, she let out a long, deep moan, and her thighs started to rub together. The smell of her arousal started to intensify.
