Soon her cries took on the note of an impending climax and the demon responded. He released her hips to let one hand get at her clit, rubbing it roughly while he grabbed her by the hair with his other hand.
The sharp tug on her scalp as he pulled her head back, combined with the dark pleasure from her spasming pussy, made her body surrender. Her orgasm blasted through her, and she cried out as she tried to lunge forward in an instinctive attempt to escape the violent sensation.
His grip on her hair kept her in place, helpless to endure his unrelenting pounding into her quaking channel while she came so hard the world blurred and blackened.
Kain didn’t stop. Even when she sagged in front of him, spent from pleasure so intense she could hardly keep upright, he kept up the punishing pace, letting his hips slap against her bottom and not giving her a moment’s reprieve from his full and grueling penetration.
It was when her vision finally returned that she saw him. His hand was still fisted in her long hair, keeping her head up, while the other forced more pleasure into her weakened body with its insistent ministrations underneath her.
She was still on her hands and knees, held up by his hold on her body more than by her own strength, but when her eyes locked on their mirrored reflection, her mind snapped back into place.
In front of the four-poster bed was a large wooden dresser, and mounted on the door of that dresser was a mirror reflecting her naked body and the monster violently shoving his cock into her.
Even the ruthless fucking wrecking her pussy couldn’t draw her startled attention away from the display.
Since Selma had hit puberty, her fear of the monsters haunting her had taken on a slightly different flavor. In her darkest moments, she’d feared what would happen if one day they no longer just stalked and stared at her. Her worst nightmare had always been this—being forced to spread her pussy for something that didn’t even look human.
Yet as she stared at Kain’s huge body moving behind her, it wasn’t fear that tightened her aching muscles.
He looked even larger than normal, the way his blackish-red body hovered over hers, and along with his color, his horns and demonic features made him look exactly like every monster she’d feared all her life. Yet watching him fuck her pale body like she didn’t have a choice was the most erotic thing she’d ever seen.
There was no comparison to the monster who’d truly forced her. Somehow the knowledge that the demon brutally ravaging her like an animal was Kain banished the last vestiges of her terror and replaced them with depraved excitement.
Not even when his grip changed back to her hips so he could increase the speed of his thrusts even more did she look away, too fascinated with the way his abdominal muscles flexed with every thrust, making her breasts sway with the motion.
Her face contorted with pain-laced pleasure every time he drove in to the hilt, her swollen lips shaping themselves after her yelps and moans. Everything about their reflection was as raw and perverted as the feeling of his massive cock forcing her soaking pussy wide, and his ridges gave her pleasure no human was built to withstand.
When Kain slid his massive hands up her stomach to squeeze her breasts, she gave in.
The tight coil low in her stomach snapped in a burst of ecstasy, and her pussy spasmed around the thick intrusion as her vision turned to pure light, obstructing her view of their fucking. Her body convulsed around the unending torrents of sensation rocking through her from where they were connected.
Through her own screams, she heard Kain growl out his climax, and then—while she slowly came down from the peaks of rapture—his hot spurts of semen against her flexing cervix marked the completion of their mating.
Selma slumped into the bedding, utterly spent.
Kain’s large body nestled on top of hers, his panting breaths huffing against her ear as he curled his warm shape around her, protecting every inch of her quivering skin.
They lay like that for a long while as they both came down from the intense mating high. Only instead of just the usual lethargic endorphins swarming her system, Selma felt her energy slowly return. Her limbs were not nearly as heavy as they’d been before he mounted her, and though her mind hummed with sated satisfaction, she didn’t have to struggle just to stay awake.
The wonders of demonic semen.
She smiled wryly at that thought, because while it was clearly giving her the energy she needed, it was also making a hell of a mess between her thighs. She felt sticky and full, but it was far from uncomfortable. He was hers, body and soul, and he belonged inside of her, around her—even when he looked like a monster. It didn’t matter. He was her Kain.
“I still love you,” she murmured, coughing to clear her throat when it ground out hoarsely from all her screaming. “You said to wait and see until after you’d fucked me. Well… I still love you.”
The demon stiffened on top of her, and she heard his breath catch for a moment before…
“You’re high on hormones.”
Selma rolled her eyes at his dismissive grunt. “Fucking hell, Kain. Is it that hard to believe?”
He snorted, then lifted off her, slowly pulling his cock from her leaking pussy. She gritted her teeth when his ridges caught on her entrance before finally popping out, leaving her feeling unpleasantly empty.
“Don’t worry about this, Selma. I’m not some lost little kid in need of love.”
She turned—somewhat carefully as her abused abdomen protested the movement—and glared up at him. He’d gotten off the bed and was in the process of straightening out his shirt and zipping up his pants, all while carefully avoiding her gaze.
Both anger and pity burned in her stomach. He was so goddamn infuriating. She knew why he was doing this—why he was so adamant that she couldn’t love him. But if she could get over her childhood trauma of being haunted by monsters because of him, if she could mate with him despite everything that had been done to her, he would have to get over his abandonment issues. Right fucking now.
