Grabbing her hips, he forced her to stick her ass out for him. Keeping her balance meant bracing her bound forearms against the wall and lowering her head until the cascade of her blonde hair nearly touched the wooden floorboards.
Already he could scent her arousal in the air. Her skin was hot to the touch. When he dragged his palms down over the globes of her ass, Petra’s back arched in an elegant bow, pushing herself into his hands.
“This is mine,” he rumbled, stooping to rake his fangs over her shoulder. Red streaks bloomed in their wake. “This body is mine. This wet cunt is mine.”
He slid his right hand down over her hip and across her trembling abdomen to cup her greedily between her thighs. Petra’s hips rolled in a short burst, a reflex to his rough handling, but she didn’t move to get away. Her stance widened, deepening the angle of her arched back and putting her dripping cunt more firmly in the palm of his hand.
“Yes,” she moaned.
He could barely hear anything over the sound of his pounding heart, but that soft, needy word hit him like a punch to the gut.
Grinding his trapped cock into her ass, Silas twisted his left hand into her hair, forcing her head up so he could rasp in her ear, “You’re lucky I’ve got the shot, little goddess, or else you’d be bred by the end of this.”
The fingers of his other hand slid through her slippery flesh, never settling but simply luxuriating in the sensation of her arousal dripping over his skin.
“Is that what you want?” He gave her clitoris a quick pinch, just to watch her lithe body jerk. “You want me to breed you? Fill you up and make you mine, inside and out? I’ll keep you impaled on my demon cock until you’re bred, baby.”
“I—”
His shadows crawled up her neck to cover her mouth. They slid between her lips and over her tongue, stuffing her mouth full and keeping her jaw locked at the same time. “Ah, sweet little goddess,” he purred, “I don’t actually need your answer. Just this cunt dripping over my hand. It tells me everything I need to know.”
Petra’s nails dug into the wallpaper hard enough to bleach her nail beds white, but when he turned her head to look into her eyes, they were half-lidded and glazed with desire. Above the writhing shadows covering her mouth, her cheeks were a deep pink.
Petra didn’t balk at the sight of the monster looming over her, and when he finally speared his fingers into the hot well of her cunt, she moaned long and sweet and just for him.
His thoughts were hazy. Words were scattered, torn in a dozen different directions as his impulses gained more control over him. Silas pumped his fingers into her mindlessly, ruthlessly, as his shadows tongued her clitoris and the beaded nipples that crowned her heavy breasts. When Petra began to squirm, threatening to reflexively close her thighs as her orgasm neared, he didn’t think twice about snaring her legs, too, forcing her to keep herself open for his pleasure. Gorgeous, sloppy sounds filled the entryway as she gushed over his fingers.
Silas untangled his fingers from her hair only so he could tear at his clothing, finishing the job she’d started even as drove his fingers into her again and again. Needing more, always more, his shadows expanded inside her and undulated around his fingers.
She shrieked behind the shadows sealing her mouth shut. The afternoon light streaming in from the small frosted glass window above the door glittered in the sweat that dewed on her lithe back. Her hips jerked erratically as her orgasm tightened her muscles around his fingers. Wet sounds and the scent of her desire filled the air and made him lose what little grasp on sanity he still possessed.
As soon as his cock, swollen and dripping, sprang free from the confines of his shredded briefs, Silas jerked his hand free from her grasping cunt. His world was shrouded, his vision limited to the sight of her bent before him, her pink flesh ripe and ready for him. There were no thoughts in his mind when he drove himself into her in one merciless thrust — only pure satisfaction and a total, all-encompassing sense of triumph.
He rocked his hips mindlessly, luxuriating the wet glide, the heat of her all around him, and the unique feel ofher. Like he expected, she was almost uncomfortably hot. His cock felt a bit like it was being branded, but he couldn’t get enough of it. Her.
Planting a hand on the wall over her head, Silas gripped her throat at the base with his other one and used it to sway her forward and back in short, jerky bursts to match his frantic thrusts. Petra made desperate mewling sounds behind the shadows. Every time he sheathed himself, her channel gripped him hard, like it wanted to lock him there, and every time he pulled back, it was like gliding through liquid fire.
He didn’t realize he was talking until the sound of his own voice penetrated the fog of rut.
“…should make you run,” he growled, forcing the words out between harsh exhales. “Make you run and run and run just so I can hunt you down. Teach you that you’ll never get away. You’ll never be free of me. I’ll chase you and fuck you in the dirt and you’lllikeit, little goddess.”
Petra nodded helplessly, her shining hair swaying with the movement of their bodies, and began to match his rhythm in earnest. Her necklace swayed, too. It was a delicate gold pendulum between her breasts, marking every stroke of his cock into her lush cunt.
The necklace should’ve been a symbol of her devotion to a goddess, but it wasn’t. He’d crafted it by hand. He’d chosen the finest gold and imbued it with his own magic, his own sigils. He’d put it around her neck and given her the power to make or break him at a moment’s notice.
When she accepted that necklace and gave him hers in exchange, she’d accepted his claim — and he’d never, ever let her forget it.
Needing to hear it from her mouth, too, Silas pulled the shadows away from her lips and demanded,“Say it.”
“I like it,” she choked out, blindly reaching back with her bound hands to grip his horns. “Iloveit. Please, please?—”
Prying her fingers from his horns, he flattened her palms against the wall and held them there, forcing her back into a supplicant’s pose. She shone with a faint internal light in the dim entryway. That precious light, the one thing all demons secretly craved, made his shadows that much hungrier to eat her up.
They crawled all over her body, threads connecting and splitting and forming to her contours. He could taste the salt of her sweat, the sweetness of her cunt. He could feel the pounding of her heart. In that moment, she was nearly swallowed up by him, impaled by him, owned by him in every way. If he could’ve, he would have forced himself into her pores and the space between her neurons.
He wanted to be everywhere, in everything, because she was already everywhere, in everything insidehim.
“I want to touch you,” she begged, clawing at the wallpaper.“Please,Silas.”
