Page 104 of Demonic Cage
“Then I’d make your life miserable as well, Little Flower.”
Darya gives me his blood several times, and the more I get, the more I crave. The ceremony is lengthy – the music thunders,the demons rave, and Nárs and I no longer discuss serious topics. We mostly just sing, but sometimes discuss how we’d kill others. I focus on Léthé, and Nárs listens with gleaming eyes. The mermaid doesn’t stay the entire time; after the last child, a guard clamps the cuffs on her and drags her towards the door. I laugh as I jump up and sit on Darya’s lap.
He pulls me close, breathes a kiss on my neck, and drags his finger down my thigh. I shiver.
“Bold,” he says. I feel like I’ve drunk too much blood, but I want more. I cut his wounded wrist, getting a hot mouthful, and I simply laugh. He whispers in an ancient language into my ear, one I don’t understand. He gives more blood to my lips, then kisses them away. I slide my hand down his chest, and he shivers at the touch, his hand digging into my thigh.
“Why don’t you want me?” I ask him, and the thin silver line appears in his eyes again, blinding me.
“There are situations where even I can lose control,” he whispers in my ear, sliding his hand further up under my skirt, and I bite my lip.
I look around the hall. I feel like we’re ruling over all the demons.
“What are you thinking about?” Darya asks, his fingers dangerously close to my underwear.
“Power,” I whisper, tilting my head, looking down at the Demon King on his throne.
“I’ve never had power over anything. Ohh…”
Darya reaches under my dress and grabs the space between my legs. All the air escapes from my lungs. Every part of me burns, and when his hand clenches and releases me again, I tremble. Darya’s nostrils flare, and I know he can feel I’m aroused.
“What do you desire now?” he asks. “Besides me?”
“Let’s make a deal.” I lift my chin, looking down at the Demon King on his throne. “I’ll tell, if you do.”
Darya smiles darkly, slides his hand inside my underwear, and I moan. He growls with satisfaction at how wet he finds me. I look around the throne room, where hundreds, maybe thousands of demons move to the rhythm of techno music. Most of them don’t care, but some are watching us. And that just excites me even more.
“Alright then,” Darya murmurs, gently circling my clit with his finger, and I have to bite my lip to concentrate. “You start.”
“Control,” I moan immediately, struggling to speak. “So I never have to… never…”
Darya stops circling and cockily arches his eyebrow. I’m still moaning but manage to speak.
“I never want others to control me again. My parents. The drugs. You. I want to be in control. Of myself. Of the drugs. Of you.”
Darya laughs deeply, softly. Pulling me against his chest, he places my head on his shoulder. His claws have disappeared, and he slides one finger into me. My spine tenses.
“Oh my God…”
“My desire, besides you finally becoming a demon and to be inside of you all day,” Darya continues, “is revenge. And for this, Kindra, I am capable of anything. Everything.”
He tilts my head back and kisses me, his finger sliding in and out of me. I moan into his mouth, and he pulls out his finger, but only to pinch my clit.
I see stars again.
“If power is what you desire, you can have it from me,” Darya says, and whispers something else in that ancient language I don’t understand. “Now move like a good girl so you can come on my hand.”
Oh God.
Desperately, I move my hips. Darya speaks to me in that ancient language, whispering dirty phrases that I only half understand. He speeds up, but before I come, he stops. His fingers trace up from below, calming me as I plead with him.
“Look at them!” he whispers sensually, turning my face towards the crowd.
I blink as Darya continues, and I pulse painfully between my thighs.
“Darya, please…”
“Look at them, Kindra.”
