by Nora Ash
“You look so soft.” His voice was gravelly, still rough from battle roars. “I will enjoy mating you.”
The demon rested a large palm against the cage, snarling when dark sparks burned his skin at the touch, but he kept it there anyway. “Right here, in front of everyone who wasn’t worthy enough to win you. You will be my prize, Breeder.”
At least he would touch her mark first, until she lost the ability to feel anything but hunger for him. Selma closed her eyes, refusing to see the look of triumph on his face when the auctioneer declared him the winner. Of her. His prize.
“Three hundred million dollars.”
The voice cut through the arena, shattering the muted silence after the last fight.
This time, the murmur that rose from the crowd was far from muted, and the prince hissed angrily. She heard the swish of his pants as he spun around to meet the new opponent.
Even the auctioneer seemed mildly astonished for a moment, but then gathered himself again. “The bid is at three hundred million! Your Highness, do you choose to concede, raise the bid or—”
“Fight!” Naharan snarled. “And win.”
Selma opened her eyes again, now that he wasn’t so close, and glanced at the benches to see who had made the bid. The numbers the challengers slung out had all been outlandish to her, but the leap to three hundred million was outrageous. Even if what he sought to buy was her life.
The big male who moved down the stairs with an ease speaking of carefully controlled strength made her breath catch in her throat.
“Kain.” It was barely more than a hoarse whisper.
He was there. He’d come.
For her.
Neither demon paid her any attention as she crawled back to the near side of the cage, their eyes locked on one another instead.
They were more cautious than previous bidders had been, slowly circling each other rather than jumping straight into the fight. She could see them sizing each other up as they looked for weaknesses, the coils of muscle on each man tensing in anticipation of each step.
Naharan sprung into action first.
With a roar deep enough to vibrate every bone in Selma’s body he pulled dark energy from the air and slung it at Kain, who raised his own magic just before getting hit by the attack.
Snarling, he returned it with a flurry of black sparks.
The scent of singed flesh and something oddly electric, like the smell of a thunderstorm in the summer, mixed with the overwhelming musk of male.
“You think you can conquer the Prince of Demons?” Naharan hissed as they drew apart to reassess each other. “I will tear you apart for your insolence!”
He attacked again, and Selma flinched back from the bars when they half disappeared in a cloud of dark magic. It spread through the arena in long, terrifying tendrils. They enveloped her cage, and though nothing penetrated in between the bars, it shielded her vision of the fight. She could only see shadows moving in the dark fog, and hear their snarls and roars as they fought.
Her heart was pounding in her chest as she tried to peer through the darkness. Kain! He was here, fighting for her.
For the first time in weeks she felt wild hope rise within her. If he won, she’d .… Selma frowned. She’d still belong to a demon, as his to do with as he pleased, but the thought of Kain keeping her … it made her womb soften and something pleasant that wasn’t connected to her brand spread through her body. He might be a demon, but he wasn’t like the others.
A howl of pain cut through the mist, and she froze in fear. If something happened to him ….
It was a strange thing, suddenly having something left to lose. Not only would her newly sprouted hope be crushed—she’d also be forced to the ground and fucked against her will while he may be in need of help, wounded and bleeding from the fight.
And she’d never get to see him again.
Her hormones and fear were way too overpowering to let her ponder on why the thought of never seeing him again, even after she’d already accepted that as truth after she was captured, filled her with even more dread than the idea of belonging to the brutal prince. Yet as she clung to the cage in a desperate attempt to see the two contestants through the dark magic, she knew without a shred of doubt that she needed to be with him.
When the cloud finally cleared, both males were breathing raggedly from exhaustion, and blood was splattered over both their bare torsos.
Kain had a long, shallow gash running the length of his abs, and Naharan was bleeding heavily from his chest and a split eyebrow.
Growling menacingly, completely lost in primal fighting instincts, they circled each other, ready to leap at the first sign of weakness.
This time, it was Kain who attacked first. The blood from the prince’s split eyebrow dripped down, making him blink—and that was all the advantage Kain needed.
Moving so swiftly Selma’s human eyes couldn’t follow, he threw himself at his opponent. Naharan failed to evade, and Kain struck so hard they both toppled to the ground, the Lord Protector on top.
When Naharan fought to throw him off, Kain snarled viciously and brought both fists down hard over the other male’s face.
A sickening crunch echoed across the arena, followed by absolute stillness.
For a moment, Selma thought he’d killed the prince, but then she saw him move weakly in the sawdust. Blood covered his entire face.
“Kain wins!” Beron’s voice boomed through the silence.
At that, the Lord Protector got up from the ground, leaving his opponent in the sawdust before turning towards the cage—towards her.
Had he won? The silence from the benches allowed a small inkling of hope to sprout within her.
His black eyes locked with hers through the bars, and though the wildness in them was clear, her body only responded with throbbing lust. There was no fear, no terror of what he was underneath the facade of strong muscles and angular features—only pure and overwhelming need.
Kain turned his head back to the crowd, cutting their eye contact and leaving her with a pathetic sense of longing. She needed him, needed his closeness, his touch, his hard body against and inside of her own.
“This Breeder is mine!” Kain’s deep voice boomed across the circular room. “Any of you step foot in this arena and I will make sure you regret it!”
Beron, who’d managed to get Naharan up, moved towards the center of the arena again. “You certainly have made your interest in claiming her known, Brother, but the auction isn’t over yet.”
Kain’s head ripped around, and Selma saw his profile pull up in an animalistic snarl as he growled at the other demon, his shoulders tensing with unbridled fury.
The obvious display of aggression made Beron pause, his eyebrows creeping up ever so slightly. Without taking his eyes off Kain he said, “Does anyone wish to make further bids on the Pure Breeder? I remind you, this is your only opportunity to claim her.”
Only silence met his statement. Silence, and the unwavering growl from the ebony eyed demon staking his claim.
“Very well. At the price of 300 million dollars, the auction has ended! Lord Kain, you may claim your mate.”
Kain kept his eyes on the auctioneer for another moment. Then, with a slow and deliberate scowl, he let his gaze slide over the spectators—his beaten opposition.
And then he came for her.
Selma scrambled to the cage door, just as it swung open—undoubtedly by Beron’s magic—and stumbled out into the arena.
She’d barely taken more than a step before he was in front of her—so big she had to crane her neck back to see his still battle fierce face, and so amped up on adrenaline and testosterone that he didn’t even seem to notice his bruised knuckles or bleeding stomach.
“Selma.”
Even his voice was rough and filled with the fire that had been drawn from him during the fight, but it was still not fear that made her shiver in his presence. Just the sound of him, of her name on his soft lips, made her fee
l … safe. Even naked and surrounded by demons.
Even knowing what had to happen now.
Arms corded with muscle so thick they were practically the width of her torso wrapped around her waist and pulled her the last bit of the way into his embrace. His body was fiery hot against hers, but it only made her melt against his powerful form as tension drained from her. Safe.
She pressed her nose into his chest and greedily inhaled the intoxicating scent of him. It was so much stronger than she remembered, so much richer.
“You came for me.” She choked it out over the appreciative noises her throat seemed to be producing without her consent. “You came.”
“I promised to protect you.” Strong fingers threaded through her hair, and she felt her head being pulled back—gently, but insistently.
Obediently, she tipped her head to look up at him.
“Forgive me.” It was a hoarse whisper, so unlike the bellowing roars he’d met the other demons with.
Selma blinked in confusion. Nothing about his behavior had suggested that he was anything but completely and irrevocably in the power of his instincts—and the rock hard bulge she felt against her thighs and stomach now, along with the unmistakable fire in his eyes, made it very clear that he was more than ready to claim his prize—and yet … he asked for forgiveness? For what?
Before she could ask, his scorching mouth with its achingly soft lips closed over hers. She moaned instinctively and clutched at his biceps. The kiss was rougher than his words had suggested, but Selma was not even close to being capable of protesting. She simply clung to him and let his hot tongue dance with hers as he tasted and teased her in ways that went straight to her nipples and clit.
When he finally released her lips she was panting for breath, and her head spun with the onslaught of sensation.
The demon grabbed her by the hair again and pulled firmly enough to crane her neck back.
His teeth grazed her exposed throat, causing her breath to explode out as more liquid trickled down her thighs.
“Kain!”
He growled at her cry, and then his lips were at her forehead, hovering less than an inch from the mark. She could feel his warm breath tickling the skin there, sending electric tingles through her entire body.
“Kain ….” Even through her need for him and the delightful things he was doing she felt a sliver of unease. Every time someone had touched that mark they’d done it to control and abuse her.
“I promise.” The whispered words sent more shivers through her, as her already agitated mark responded to the pressure of his breath. “I will always protect you.”
Then his mouth pressed against it, and her world went white.
There was nothing but him and his strong, warm body. She needed every inch, every drop.
Screaming, she tore at his shoulders, his chest and his jeans, threw herself back against the lock of his arms behind her to try and get enough leverage to make any sort of impact on the hulking mass of man.
Growling deeply at her sudden attack, Kain pushed her to the floor. She landed on her backside in the sawdust, but before she could launch herself at him again to make him fill that horrible, empty void inside of her, he was on top of her.
The heavy feeling of his body was just what she needed, and she keened desperately, spreading her legs wide to try and encompass his hips.
However, Kain had other plans.
He grabbed her by the waist and flipped her over onto her hands and knees, and something in her brain clicked into place.
This was it—this was exactly how it was meant to be. Selma arched her back and spread her knees as her hormone-addled brain made her prepare to submit her weeping pussy to the dominant male snarling with lust behind her. She could feel her liquids practically gushing down her naked thighs from her throbbing sex in invitation, and when his large hands constricted around her hips to angle her pelvis just right, she sobbed desperately.
“Kain, please! I need you, please! Take me, fill me, make me!”
Burning hot flesh pressed against her swollen nether lips, and she felt his hands slide over her bottom to help spread her pussy open for his mass.
The stretch was more than she’d anticipated.
Selma groaned low in her throat and curled her fingers against the sawdust when the hard tip of his engorged meat breached her entrance, pushing her dripping lips wide as it slowly sunk in.
Only Dr. Hershey’s fist had ever felt this big, but it didn’t matter—deep down she knew she was made to fit on this cock, the primitive parts of her brain currently in control of her recognizing the form and feel of it, and she knew the beast behind her would not stop before she’d been mounted fully.
The thick head finally popped into her channel, sending sharp shocks of sensation through her as the ridges along the rim dug in, ensuring she stay put during the mating. It hurt, there was no two ways about it, and Selma cried out as she instinctively flinched to escape it.
Kain’s hands constricted around her, easily slipping back up to her waist to keep her from moving, and then he shoved his brutal mass deeper.
“Ngh!”
Her outburst was involuntary. He forced her pussy wide, and it spasmed desperately around his invading force, but before she could even think to protest, those hellish ridges sank into her swollen g-spot.
Stars exploded behind her eyes as her entire body contracted around him, curling in on itself in delicious convulsions. She wanted to scream, but no sound came over her lips other than high-pitched wheezing, burning pleasure constricting her throat and curving her spine.
He seemed to pause, her wonderful tormentor, though his hands tightening painfully on her hips suggested that he was more than ready to finish the job and claim her fully. Through the rushing of blood in her ears she could hear him panting harshly behind her, and the shaking from his attempt to control himself transferred into her from where they were connected.
Even in her state of near-combustion, she understood.
The man behind the beast currently clawing to consume her was desperately trying to hold back, worried he was hurting her with his massive penetration.
“Kain.” It was near-impossible to force his name out of her throat, let alone focus on anything but the continued stimulation of her g-spot, but the sheer need she had for him to finish this made her gasp it out. “More!”
It wasn’t that her body hadn’t given him every conceivable hint that she was more than ready for everything he had, but it seemed the sound of her voice—the verbal acknowledgment that she wanted it, even as she shook with the effort to accommodate him—settled the last of his remaining concern.
Roaring, like a beast enraged with blood lust, he rammed in to the hilt, finally conquering her completely.
“Mine!”
His shout drowned out Selma’s wailing scream as her pussy was forced wide to the core. Beyond the rough stimulation from his ridges hitting every single sensitive spot along her channel, the impossible girth of him stretched her so brutally she was suddenly thankful for the days her demon captors had kept her in a state of constant arousal and with a dildo stuffed up her snatch. She could have taken him without the preparation, was built for him, but as she gasped and panted on his monstrous cock now, she knew it would have hurt. Badly.
As it was, though she was barely clinging on to her consciousness from the violent pressure, the one thing that overrode everything else was pleasure.
All the warning she had before she felt the pole of searing flesh being pulled out was his fingers curled around her hips digging into her flesh.
Selma bucked and cried as his ridges rubbed her g-spot insistently again, but the pace was too slow for her to climax. Though she could feel the power the demon put into the movement, he was hindered by the grip of her velvet sheath as she clutched at his mass.
Before his head could pop out of her abused cleft he reversed the movement, making her take him all the way to the core again. And again.
; Over and over the beast bred her from behind, and for every agonizing thrust he growled. With pleasure or frustration at the pace she didn’t know, though at this point, she didn’t much care either way.
She didn’t know how long the slow mating took, didn’t know if it’d been minutes or hours, because all that mattered was how perfectly and completely he took her as his own, along with the desperate yearning to be brought to completion.
She did, however, notice when he released her hips, grabbed her by the scruff of the neck with one hand, and let the other reach around to press against her pulsing clit.
Selma, who’d been in the process of gritting her teeth as he pushed into her body again, jolted back from the unexpected touch. Kain’s thighs slapped against her hamstrings, and she yelped at the full penetration, but he locked her aching body in place as he forced her to take the dual stimulation of having both her g-spot and clit roughly rubbed at the same time.
It was too much, too intense. She screamed and thrashed, caught between wanting to escape and needing him to never stop, but even though she bucked and wailed, the end was inevitable.
With a final, sobbing moan her entire body seized as release so intense it made all sounds fade and her vision turn to pure, blinding white took her.
There was only pleasure.
* * *
The sounds were the first thing to return, albeit in a slightly distorted version, followed by the inescapable sensation of being filled to the brim.
Selma whimpered, trying to get her limbs to cooperate so she could escape the thick cock lodged deep inside her pussy—it was way too big for her hypersensitive core to deal with after the intense orgasm, invading her as if the demon was trying to become a part of her very being.
At her first, weak movements he shifted his grip back to her hips, and then, with no further warning, he thrust. Fully, and with no hesitation.
She mewled in response, but despite her initial desire to escape the continued penetration, the smooth, delicious feel of him as he took stroke after stroke in her swollen pussy soon re-lit the fire in her blood.