Page 7 of Demon Seed

Selene’s skin glows silver in the darkness of the forest, illuminating the space between us as I marvel at her body, positioned so delightfully on all fours. My breath catches at the sight of my fated mate, her perfect form trembling with the same desperate need that burns through my veins.

"I never thought I’d find you," I whisper to myself as my hands trace the curve of her spine, feeling the coolness of her flesh against my burning skin. The mating bond between us pulses like a living thing, urging me forward. My demonic nature roars inside me, demanding I claim what belongs to me.

When I press my throbbing cock against her entrance, drenched with desire, the overwhelming sensation almost drives me to the brink. So impossibly tight, so exquisitely wet, crafted perfectly for my possession. I thrust forward slowly, my eyes locked in awe as her body envelops mine, inch by excruciatingly pleasurable inch.

"Are you ready to be claimed, little mate?" I growl deeply, my claws tracing a tantalizing path down her spine, feeling her quiver in response to my possessive touch. Her arousal saturates the air around us—an intoxicating, sweet scent that screams she belongs to me.

"Yes," Selene moans, her voice dripping with desperation. "Fuck me, Vesper."

My last shred of control disintegrates at the sound of my name on her lips. Positioned behind her, the heat of her pussy radiates like a furnace. I slide my throbbing cock along her drenched folds, coating myself in her juices, relishing the dirty moans that escape her throat.

"This will hurt like hellfire," I rasp, my voice a low, primal rumble as I grip her hips with a force that will leave echoes of my touch etched into her skin. "But I promise I'll make you come so hard that you'll forget all about the pain.”

Without another word, I drive forward like a storm surge, tearing through her virgin barrier in one brutal, unyielding thrust. Selene screams—her voice a raw, unrestrained symphony of agony and ecstasy clashing together—and I pause, buried to the hilt in her tight, velvety heat that grips my cock without mercy.

Her body trembles beneath mine—every sensation laid bare, ready to be explored and conquered. The forest fills with the electric charge of our lust, the air thick with the scent of primal musk and carnal need. Every fiber of my being pulses with the urge to claim, to possess, to leave my mark on her body and soul.

"Breathe," I command, my voice a strained whisper as I battle against every demonic urge that clamors within me—urges to claim, to rut, to possess with overwhelming ferocity. I lean over her back, my chest melting against her warmth, and gently nip at her shoulder with a teasing graze of my teeth.

"Feel me inside you, filling you completely," I purr, hypnotized by the pleasure of claiming my mate.

Selene’s inner walls envelop me, adjusting to my presence with a snug embrace, and the sheer intensity of the sensation nearly unravels me. Her breathing gradually steadies, eachbreath a rhythmic dance that echoes through the forest. When she pushes back against me, I know she’s ready for more.

I withdraw slowly, feeling the tension build, then slam back into her with a powerful force, setting a relentless rhythm that has her fingers clawing into the soft, moss-covered forest floor. Each thrust propels her forward, her breasts swaying in time with the vigorous motion of our passion. I reach around her, my fingers seeking the sensitive bud between her legs, circling it with my thumb, coaxing her climax as we mate.

"Mine," I growl, my voice rough with the possessiveness, which grows stronger with every thrust. The air around us sizzles. "Say it, Selene. Tell me who you belong to," I demand, my words, a mixture of command and plea, echoing through the secluded woodland.

"Yours," she moans, her voice trembling as waves of ecstasy ripple through her. "I'm yours, Vesper." Her words ignite a raw, primal hunger within me.

I quicken my thrusts, the rhythmic slap of skin on skin resounding in the forest's silence. I pull her up, pressing her back firmly against my chest, one hand tightly encircling her neck while the other relentlessly explores the heat between her thighs, driving her to the brink.

Her orgasm erupts, her body spasming around me, her inner muscles gripping my cock like a vise. I hold her firmly, growling filthy promises into her ear as she shatters, her nails digging into my flesh. Only when her climax starts to ebb do I let go, driving deep into her with primal force, my cock pulsing as I shoot my load, marking her, branding her from the inside out.

We crash onto the forest floor, our bodies still locked together, my cock buried inside her. I feel our bond fuse, raw and unbreakable. I turn her in my arms, needing to see her face and confirm this is real. I've finally found my mate, the one whocan take all of me, who can satisfy my darkest desires. And I'll never let her go.

Selene

Ijolt awake, disoriented and engulfed by the foreign touch of silk sheets against my bare skin. Vesper's intoxicating scent saturates the pillow beneath my head, enveloping me in a fragrant cloud that suffocates my senses.

Gods, what have I done?

The strange clock on Vesper's nightstand ticks three hours past midnight. Mother will be in a frenzy. She'll never understand what's happened or how my life has been forever changed.

I slip out of bed, suppressing a gasp as the icy stone floor bites into my bare feet. My clothes lay scattered—a discarded dress lazily hanging over a chair, one shoe lying near the door, the other vanished beneath the bed.

Gripped by anxiety, I hastily dress, my fingers trembling as they grapple with my laces, trying to ignore the memory of how they were undone. Last night feels like a vivid haze, a dream that clings to my skin, like the remnants of passion that linger, sticky and relentless on my thighs.

The castle corridors will undoubtedly be swarming with Vesper's loyal demons, but I must make my way home. I need to explain that I've found my mate.

My heart pounds as I slowly push open the heavy door, bracing myself for what awaits. I peer into the hallway, my breath catching in my throat. It's empty—for now—but I suspect the oppressive silence must be the calm before the storm.

I take a deep breath and slip into the corridor's shadows, becoming one with the darkness, as my mother taught me.

The mountain path home is etched into my very being, so much so that I could traverse it blindfolded. Yet now, in my current state—utterly drained, my mind a chaotic storm, haunted by the lingering phantom of Vesper's touch—I fear my legs will give out before I reach the mountain. No doubt, my parents will be stationed by the window, eyes scanning the horizon for my return, their disappointment growing with every agonizing second I delay.

I clutch my cloak tighter as the wind whips around me, nearly stealing my breath. Vesper's castle shrinks behind me with each step I take through the woods, the imposing spires of the Blackthorne Mountains still visible against the moonlit sky.

The Divine Peaks—my home—rise in the distance like sleeping giants. Between us stretches a dense forest, home to demons and other creatures of the night. I've never felt so far from home. Fortunately, nymphs are light on their feet, and I’m able to descend the steep slopes with the grace of a gazelle.

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