Page 127 of Demonic Cage
I’ve never experienced one of our encounters so intensely. Every sensation multiplies, making my entire body sensitive.
Darya grins triumphantly.
“Good,” he approves. “It wasn’t that hard, was it?”
I don’t answer, so he slows down again.
“I asked you something,” he whispers seriously. I hate him. And I enjoy it.
“No,” I moan, barely able to speak. Darya controls my entire body.
The Demon King nods.
“You need to tell me how you like it. Understood?” I nod. “Today, you have to speak up about everything.”
His finger stops circling, but before I can get scared, he slides it inside me. I scream, clutching his clothes. I want to bury myself in his arms, but he still doesn’t let me collapse.
“Like this?” he asks without smiling, and I feel his fingers moving inside me. When he circles them, I bite my lip. I tremble, covered in tiny lightning strikes, and if Darya wasn’t holding me still, my body would flail everywhere. But he slows down again.
“Or like this?” he asks, sliding in another finger, making me cry out in sweet pain. I’m burning, wanting so much more…
“Yes…” I whisper, and Darya’s mouth curls into a mocking smile.
“Do you want me to continue, Kindra?”
I can only nod. His fingers move faster, his lips rest on my neck, and his other hand gently caresses my breast while he pushes me against the wide column.
“Do you crave more today?” he asks, dragging his soft tongue along my neck again.
“Yes,” I confess, clutching his vest tighter. I want him to rip off his pants. To throw me harder against the wall, to penetrate me fully.
I reach for him, feeling how hard he is, and he growls. I run my finger along his length, increasing the wetness between my thighs.
I grasp Darya, but the demon pushes my hand away, squeezing my breast so hard that I have to hold on to his vest. He grins, anger reflecting in his eyes, and his free hand gripsmy throat. His other hand doesn’t leave my thighs. It’s as if he’s holding back, but the sight of my naked body intoxicates him. Now, I am his poison.
“Turn around,” he growls, his human voice starting to fade. Without question, I do so after he withdraws his fingers from me.
I brace myself against the column, and Darya gently pushes my back down. I moan desperately, feeling so sweetly vulnerable in this position.
Darya runs his newly emerged claw down my spine, and my nipples harden even more as he presses his hips against my ass.
“You are mine, Lotte.” Hearing my name causes moisture to flow down my thighs. I want this. I spread my legs wider. “And the day will come when you will be mine whenever I want. Whenever you want.” I hear him pulling down his pants, and I shudder. I want to see him, but his hands grip my hips on either side. “But today, I must remain in control, or you will not survive. You cannot move unless I give you permission, understood?”
I moan, and he slaps my ass.
“Answer properly.”
“Yes! Yes, I understand.”
He laughs softly, gently stroking the part he hit.
“Spread your legs wider and hold on to the column tightly!”
I do as he says. Oh my God, how could I not? Every part of me desires Darya, and I can’t think of anything else.
As I feel him at my entrance, I cry out.
He’s big. Too big, and fear runs through me again.
