by Nora Ash
He didn't pause as he strode straight to the bedroom, pushed open the door and deposited her on the sturdy double bed flanked by four carved, wooden posts.
She whined at being separated from the comfort of his body, but then seemed to realize where she was. Her slim fingers clenched in his black sheets as her gaze quickly darted around the room, lingering on the bed underneath her. Then she turned those lovely, chocolate colored eyes on him once more.
Kain groaned with want at the complete surrender in them, and had to grasp at the nearest bed post to stop himself from ripping the clothes from her body so he could ravage her until the pounding in his head and groin eased.
“Take me.” Her voice rasped out in an odd mix of a plea and a command. “I need you. Take me now, please!”
As if he had to be reminded of how much she needed to have his cock penetrate and fill her greedy little cunt; the air was littered with the smell of her heat, mingling with the bedroom's lingering scent of himself as well as the fresher musk of his hormones.
“I can't. I need … I need a moment, and then I will help you.” His hand clenched around the wooden pole marking one of the bed's corners while he desperately tried to regain a bit more control. She needed to be taken care of immediately, because every minute he left her in this state was torture, and he was well aware that his presence just made it worse.
Her eyes narrowed, shifting the expression on her pale face from pleading to feral. Faster than he would have thought a human of her stature could move she launched to her feet, staggering slightly on the mattress, and then threw herself at him. He managed to catch her just as her lips pressed urgently against his, her tongue demanding access with soft but persistent strokes.
Kain moaned into her mouth when he felt her nails scratch at the nape of his neck, inadvertently allowing her to deepen the kiss until all he could sense was the soft warmth of her mouth, the taste of her tongue and the feel of her slight body pressing against his. His hands found the swell of her backside and, shortly after, her jeans' waistband which he shredded without effort. He tore the maimed pants and underwear off her legs, never breaking away from her desperate kiss, grabbed her sweatshirt and bra in two handfuls and ripped, wanting nothing but to feel her—all of her—naked against his searching palms.
Her skin was smooth underneath his roaming hand. He stroked down her stomach until his fingertips found the short curls marking the entry to her velvet heat.
His fingers parted the soft flesh, brushed over her tense clit and dove for the alluring hollow that had been calling to him since he noticed her in the bar, and the Breeder turned wild in his grasp. She screamed into his mouth and tore her lips from his, thrashing against the arm wrapped around her. He struggled to get her on her back to give him easier access, but she kept desperately pressing her hips against his hand, seeking more.
Panting, Kain shoved her to the mattress, not even taking the time to enjoy her near-naked body before he fell on top of her, immediately finding her pussy between eagerly spread legs. He drove two fingers into her wet embrace, shuddering in delight at the fluttering sensation of her slick muscles clamping on his digits. Her pulse beat rapidly from within and he fought his own urge to take over and ram her deeply so he could feel that sweet rhythm against his thick cock. Instead, he breathed in a mouthful of her beautiful pheromones before relenting to her cries for more and sliding a third finger into her thrashing body.
Selma yowled, but not from pain as he had half expected. The human women he occasionally brought to his bed when the dark need inside of him became too much to bear usually struggled to take a third finger, their fragile frames not built to withstand the much more powerful build of a Demon Lord. Yet when he pushed it into the girl currently trapped underneath him her vaginal walls stretched easily to accommodate him, and gasps of, “yes, oh, yes!” flowed freely between her cries.
She was a Breeder. His Breeder.
Kain raised up above her, bracing himself on his free hand. Three of his fingers remained buried deep in her quivering pussy, hooking into the spongy zone on her frontal wall.
He let out a deep growl filled with his claim.
Selma's eyes popped open at the sound and she stared up at him, mouth half open, chest rising and falling rapidly in time with her panting moans, eyes shining with pure, dark lust. The tangled bangs had been swept away, exposing the silvery mark, and the rest of her dark hair was spread out above her head like a matted halo against his black bedding.
She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. She was the only thing he would ever need.
“Fuck. Me!”
If he hadn't been lost in the rush of hormones he would have laughed at the comparatively small woman's angry demand. No one dared order him about like that, not since he had left his father's domain, but this little thing …. She looked about ready to maul him if he didn't comply. She reached up to rip at his clothes, already snarling with impatience, and his dominance was set aflame.
His blood seemed to boil underneath his skin, erasing everything but his need to mark, claim, take.
Growling again, Kain grabbed her hands in one of his and shifted his weight so he could undo his pants with the other. His cock burst free, immediately drawn to the sopping entrance so willingly thrust up against him. The dripping lips kissed his ridged head, and the shock waves of pleasure that shuddered through him had him unthinkingly pushing against them, seeking entry.
“God!”
The hated word was the only thing that tore his conscience back into his body, the impact of it making his eyes flutter open, and his gaze zeroing in on the woman underneath him.
Her mouth was open in a silent ‘O’, her forehead furrowed and her hands curled into claws while her body bent in a frozen arc as she was forcefully being wrenched open by the impossible girth of what he was trying to spear into her.
The shudders of raw pleasure caused by her wet embrace of the crown of his cock were nearly enough that he gave in to every screaming instinct in his mind and body demanding that he fill and fuck her. Yet as he saw her lie there, so completely defenseless underneath his massive form, some part of him remembered that she was under his protection—and that if he gave in, he would kill her.
Roaring his frustration out he pulled back, releasing her wrists as he knelt in the bed with his fists pressed into the mattress. He resisted the urge to swing them at the nearest solid object, and scaring the girl in the process.
“No! What are you doing? Please, you can't stop now!” Selma jolted upright, scrambling to reach him. Her shaking hands slid over his shoulder, nails digging into the leather. “Don't do this to me! I'll do anything if you just fuck me, please!”
Kain gritted his teeth and tried focusing on his breathing, the alluring scent of her slickness battering at his self-control. “I am too big—if I fuck you, I'll kill you. Painfully.”
“You won't, I can take it!” Her eyes were hazed over with frantic need as she did her best to convince him, hands rubbing at his shoulders, arms and chest.
She had no doubt taken her mate on several occasions, who by human standards would be considered a challenge, but the little Breeder was not in a state where she would understand the difference between being mounted by a regular demon versus a Lord, so he ignored her pleading and found the strength to get off the bed. Shaking with the effort of moving away from her tantalizing scent he managed to scramble to the drawer where he kept the articles he used for entertaining the human women he brought home. After ripping his jacket and T-shirt off for easier movement, and grabbing the dildo, he turned back around to the bed where Selma had collapsed on her back, sobbing quietly in her anguish.
“It'll be okay soon,” he mumbled, more to himself than the delirious Breeder. His own need for release might be left unattended for now, but the main thing his entire being struggled against his restraint for was to conquer and pleasure her. As long as he could pummel her dripping pussy into submission with something, he would be able
to deal with the onslaught on his senses.
Kain knelt back in the bed and stroked a hand up her creamy thigh. She whimpered and spread her legs further at his touch, letting him slide to her weeping pussy. It was so infinitely soft, beckoning to him to explore, taste, but he knew if he buried his mouth there he would mount her no matter the consequences. Spreading her lips to fully expose her eager vagina with two fingers he pressed the dildo's rounded head against her opening and sighed with her when it sank in to the hilt without resistance.
She was certainly a Breeder. It was not a small toy, and previous females had had to be coaxed and prepared before taking it. Selma simply moaned and lifted her hips, urging him to go deeper while pleading for more. The proof of her experience with his kind was evident, and he briefly wondered why her mate had been foolish enough to let her escape.
He obeyed, pressed deeper, and enjoyed the shudder of her pleasure that transferred through his arm and down his spine. He hadn't intentionally tapped into the dark core of magic within him, but the Breeder's sexual energy drew it from him with effortless ease, pulling him deeper into her spell.
“Damned little witch!” Through the fog of lust anger swelled within him, the small residue of sanity clawing its way through the hormonal chaos. He didn't want this burning desire to fuck, possess, and protect a Breeder! He had done everything in his power since he matured into adulthood to avoid the responsibility they demanded, but here he was—one whiff of her cursed scent and he had been after her like a dog on a chain. The fact that even he, so stoic in his resolve against the mating practices of his kind, had no choice but to act like a lovesick Neanderthal in her presence, enraged him.
Clenching the dildo he let the anger mix with his need for her surrender, and drove it into her core far more savagely than a normal human would have been able to take. But even though Selma squealed and screamed like a woman possessed, her hips still rose to meet every thrust.
Kain closed his eyes and imagined that the wet noises being pushed from her body came from driving his own mass into her, that the echo of pleasure itching underneath his skin was more than just his unleashed magic. He wanted her pussy to surrender, to force her to accept him as her Master as much as he wanted to punish her for stirring those primitive urges in him. Her pheromone-laced scent, and the exquisite sensation of ramming her quivering channel into submission, swallowed him whole in their dark torrent, and he released himself to the madness.
Only after several minutes did he realize that her screams and cries were not entirely from pleasure.
The shock—those two seconds he thought he had harmed her—broke the haze like a bucket of ice water, allowing him to hear her shrill pleas through the thrashing and shrieking.
“Please! More! I can't …! Please!”
Reining in his wits, he noticed her desperately lifted hips and flailing arms weren't just thrusting back against the intrusion and clutching at the bedding—she was squirming and angling her pelvis, attempting to get a rougher stimulation, and her hands pressed desperately against her clit to help her climax along. Only it wasn't helping, and the tears streaking her distorted face felt like a punch to the gut.
Whoever her mate was, despite whatever had caused her to flee from him, he had taught her body the pleasures of mating with a demon. In the back of his mind the memory of the lessons his father had bestowed on him concerning Breeders, when he had still hoped his son would one day take a mate, made him growl in frustration before pulling the near-useless dildo from her quivering flesh. She needed the girth and ridged shape of a demon's anatomy once her mark had been stimulated—and he couldn't give it to her.
“Please!”
The pained sob made him look around the room in panic for something, anything, that could help her. His eyes fell on one of the carved bedposts; its shape and thickness was slightly more extreme than that of a minor demon, but it was smooth and thinner than his cock, which was the only other alternative.
Kain reached out, wrapped his hand around the post midway up and broke it in half with a flexing of muscles already tense with raging testosterone before he turned back to the girl.
She had stopped flailing since he pulled the dildo out of her, and now lay limp in front of him, thighs spread so her glistening slit was fully visible to his hungry gaze. Tears rolled silently down her flushed cheeks, and a soft but persistent whimper made his stomach clench with need to soothe and comfort.
Humming deep in his throat, a noise he had never produced before but was brought forward by her distress, he slid his fingers up her cleft, spreading her open once more.
Selma moaned softly in response, but when he pressed the rounded end of the bedpost to her opening her eyelids fluttered open as she gasped in surprise. And then again in strained pleasure as the violent staff forced her to open around its blunt end, sinking into her wet depths inch after torturous inch.
Seeing her stretched for the thick tool, its carved surface grinding into her walls almost as forcefully as a demon's cock would have, was nearly as stimulating as her sudden keening. Kain groaned as the first ridge on the bedpost hit something good inside of her, and she spasmed so hard around it he could see her abdominal muscles bulge slightly from the intrusion. The panic evaporated, and was once again replaced by the all-consuming need for pleasure.
He thrust the bed knob in until she couldn't take anymore before reversing the movement. Her slick, pink sheath desperately clasped on to the bedpost, following the movement. Brutally, he shoved it in again before finding her throbbing clit with his free hand.
She was too busy clutching at the bedding and panting to pay him any notice, but her body reacted with a violent clenching in response to his gentle touch, nearly halting the thrusting movement. He put more force behind the thrusts, spearing her spasming pussy faster and faster. Her rhythmic moans and cries thrilled down his spine and made his erection throb and ache. The humming in his throat turned to a possessive growl as he fucked her faster and faster, abandoning all concerns that she might get hurt by the brutal pounding. She was a Breeder; she was born to take it, born to fuck.
Too soon her cries of pleasure turned to hoarse screams, her body tensing until finally she stiffened completely in an arc, head tossed back into the mattress while her pussy milked the bedpost for all it was worth.
“Oh fucking god! Yes!”
Her release filled the room, the air, his nostrils and mind. She was beautiful in her climax, pale skin flushed pink, hair spread out like a dark halo and that perfect pussy opened wide around the carved wood. He would never get enough of her.
Ignoring her startled yelp, he pulled the now dripping staff out, grabbed her by the hips and flipped her over so he had her on her belly. He needed to see her come again, this time like a female should be mounted. He needed the sweet scent of her release to soak into every pore of his skin so he would never, ever lose the smell of her.
She was still panting from pleasured exhaustion, resting with her head against her arms, when he reached for the broken bedpost once more to press it against her swollen entrance.
“Nooo!” The Breeder's protest was weak and not supported by her body, which opened willingly around the tip of the staff, but it was enough to make him pause the onslaught.
“I can't ….” He hissed a shallow breath, trying to rein in his need to see her pussy pounded into complete submission. “I need more!”
Groaning, she pressed her backside up so her beautiful slit was presented in invitation. Submitting fully to him. “Please, gently.”
Clearly she was familiar with the fruitlessness of denying a demon in full rut. His heart gave a painful lurch, somewhere past the burning need to fuck her into a stupor. Tossing the carved pole aside he fell on top of her, careful not to crush her. It was physically impossible for him to leave her at this point, but he could ensure she would not be violated by having to endure an unwanted penetration, however much he might make her enjoy it.
She angled her hips to allow
him to push in, but he slid his aching cock past her entrance through the cleft of her nether lips, pressing up against the soft flesh which so eagerly coated him in her warm juices. When his head—and ridges—stroked firmly over her clit she mewled in surprise and jerked underneath him. Before she got a chance to move away from the pressure, he clamped his legs around hers and pressed them together so her soft thighs squeezed his cock firmly, creating a slick tunnel for him to burrow through. It was how he pleasured himself with the human women, after swaying their minds with magic and stuffing their pussies with a dildo until they thought he was truly fucking them, and while Selma would not be fooled by his magic, she would still enjoy the stimulation.
And so would he.
Kain groaned long and deep as he felt her warm, pliable flesh slide along his throbbing shaft. Sharp spikes of pure pleasure shot up his spine at the friction. The hot, wet gush of moisture coating him from her opening allowed him to imagine that he truly was pushing up inside of her, filling her tight cunt to the brim.
She whined softly when his ridges caught her clit again, but her struggle against the pressure and his hold eased as her body realized his intentions.
“You feel … so good,” he whispered when the rush of her surrender made the edges of his vision blur. The feel of her, her small body underneath him, her skin and the way she moved against his chest, rubbing herself against his cock for more … No demon or human had ever felt this good, had ever sounded this good. Embracing her fully so his arms could wrap around her, ensuring every inch of her skin was touching his, he allowed himself to forget about everything else; there was only him and her, only their shared need and her intoxicating presence.
It didn't take him long to reach the point of no return after she started bucking more insistently and tensing up, signaling her impending climax. Kain would have preferred to stay in the blissful haze of their lovemaking for hours, but his body had been tormented for too long, and the sensation of another of her orgasms was too much.