Page 92 of Demons and Debts
Calloused.
Purple and grey.
I’m shaking as he takes my throat in his massive fingers, but he doesn't squeeze. He's not trying to kill me. He lets out a satisfied growl as he looks down at his handiwork very slowly. He traces his claws up my stomach to my bra, tickling my skin and making me shiver. He puts one of those sharp talons under the bridge between the cups and, with a flick, slices it like paper, baring my breasts.
My eyes don't leave his.
He doesn't look like Sie anymore, and it’s not because he’s showing me his true form. I’ve seen that before. It’s as if the Sie that was here a few moments ago is gone, like he’s not in control of himself. His motions are jerky like he’s trying to stop but can’t.
The thing is, I don’t want him to stop. This is insane. I know it is. I know I shouldn't want this, but with the way I’m feeling … My skin is so sensitive, the muscles in my abdomen are contracting, between my legs is soaking. I'm practically moaning, wanting to submit to him. I need his hands on me.
This is all kinds of wrong because I know that he wouldn’t stop even if I wanted him to. It’s just luck that I want this too.
Anticipation and need war with the abhorrence I feel that I’m letting him do this, that I’m not fighting him at all. I’m a fucking feminist! But this is what I need. It's like my body's not my own right now just as his doesn’t seem to be.
I give into the sensations because I have to. I can’t not.
‘Stay there,’ he growls, and the command makes me feel weak in the knees.
His hands come down and shred my leggings, pulling them and my underwear off me completely. My shirt, hanging off me like a rag, is the only piece of clothing still on me and it covers nothing.
He looks me up and down, his eyes practically glowing, and then he backs off.
No! Don't stop now!
But I guess he’s just trying to get a better look at me because he points a finger up and moves it in a little circle, wanting me to turn for him.
I push myself off the wall and do it, reveling in his attention, knowing that this isn't me but still unable to stop myself.
‘Very nice,’ he mutters almost to himself and then he beckons me. I take a step forward and then another and I'm suddenly on my back on the mat. He's between my legs, fumbling with his pants. His body is bigger now, his skin has a mauve hue that I only saw a little bit of in the darkness of his bedroom before. I love looking at him. He’s beautiful.
His clawed fingers play with my pussy and I tense, but his touch doesn’t hurt. In fact I moan, opening my legs wider for him as he worries my clit, pinching it gently, rolling it and eliciting sounds from me that I’ve never made before.
One of his clawed fingers thrusts into me and I jerk, stifling a cry at the intrusion and sure for a split second that he’s cut me, but there's no pain. He's being careful, this monster; far more gentle than the human boy I shared my first time with.
If that's not irony, I don't know what is.
Our eyes are locked, and he's holding me down by the throat, keeping me where he wants me while his other hand leaves my cunt and explores my body. He pinches my nipples, watching me closely as I squirm under him, writhing, wanting more and yet terrified that he won't deliver what he’s promising, that I’ll be left disappointed.
Every nerve ending in me is screaming for something and he’s making the sensations build. I’m ravenous but not for food and I don't understand this hollow feeling in my abdomen. But it hurts, tendrils of pain radiating out and making my eyes tear.
He leans over me and licks my nipple, swirling his tongue around it before nipping it hard enough for me to squeal.
I open my mouth to beg him for more than his thick finger, but before I can utter a word, he seizes it with his own, his tongue mingling with mine. He’s as desperate as I am for this.
Almost of their own accord, my legs wrap around his waist pulling myself closer to him, and he lets out a small gasp of his own as if he's surprised.
He draws back a little, looking into my face as he grinds against me. ‘You want this, Human?’
I nod, not even trying to pretend that I don't.
‘I want you bound before me, spread and waiting, your pussy tied open for me to look at whenever I like. I want you on a table on a platter for me to devour at my leisure. I’d pour fine wine down your body and lick it from your tits, from your hot pussy, and from your ass while the other Iron I’s watched and wished they could have you too. I’d hold you over my cock and make you beg to be allowed to take it. I’d make you plead with me to fuck you and scream my name at the top of your lungs when I make you come. I’d make sure that all of them knew that you chose me to pleasure you.’
His words make me whimper and I feel him nudge against my core. Hot. Hard. He pushes into me and he’s so big it feels like he’s splitting me open.
I cry out. It hurtsso good…
I arch under him as he takes hold of my hips, impaling me completely. It seems to lessen the other pain I’m feeling as he pulls out and pushes back in, hauls me up to sit on his lap. He doesn't let me choose the pace though, just picks me up and slams me back down on his length.
