Page 128 of Demonic Cage
“I…”
“Shhh. Relax your muscles,” he instructs, and with a deep breath, I do so as he pushes the tip inside me. I scream and shudder. “Calm down, Kindra,” he soothes. “Today, your only task is to come on my cock as you have begged every night.”
And his words are enough to make me burn for him, to moan and do as he says.
Darya laughs softly, gripping my hips.
“My brave little champion,” he sings, then pushes his hips forward. He slowly slips into me.
I dig my nails into the column, gasping for air. It hurts. It hurts, and it feels incredibly good at the same time, but it hurts.
Darya runs his hand down my spine again.
“Relax, Lotte,” he hisses, and I know from this that he’s already struggling with control.
“Darya… I…”
“It’s okay if it hurts, my little champion. Pain is no problem for you.” And as he starts to move, the pain transforms into something much more pleasurable, and my eyes roll back.
“Darya…”
He laughs.
“Good,” he says, beginning to move inside me at a terribly slow pace. I start to move my hips, and he slaps my ass so hard I cry out, but the pain transforms into pleasure again, making me even wetter, aiding his thrusts.
“As I said,” he growls demonically, “you cannot move.”
I obey, letting him rhythmically thrust against me, and I moan with each hit.
He thrusts deeply and slowly inside me, as if he’s still trying to get me accustomed to him. I burn around him, and my knees nearly give out when he praises me in that incomprehensible language.
Suddenly, he withdraws from my body, and I gasp.
“Darya, please…”
But he just grabs my hips, throws me onto the bed, and I land on all fours. He pushes my face into the blankets with one hand and enters me again.
Now rougher, stronger, and his movements are fast. I scream. There’s no need for him to be slow anymore.
“Yes, Darya, do it!”
He laughs, becoming faster. So fast that I contract around him, screaming with every thrust.
“Say you enjoy it,” he growls, and I moan that I do. “Krateg,” he says in that foreign language, “it’s perfect being inside you.”
I burn around him as he stretches me. It hurts, but the pain is so sweet that I just moan. I can barely think. Every part of me focuses on this filling sensation.
Darya suddenly stops, a growl tearing from him that makes my muscles tense. I cautiously look back.
The Kraldem’s eyes are black, tattoos pulsating from them, his lips a web of purple veins. He glares into my eyes before shoving me hard onto the bed and leaning over me. He whispers in my ear, but his voice is deep, demonic, no longer Darya’s.
“You are mine,” he declares, sounding like two people speaking at once: Darya and a monster. “And if I don’t hold back now, you’ll never recover,” he growls, thrusting deeply into me, making me moan. He grabs my breast, pinching the nipple, but the pain mixes with pleasure. “Stay like this. Will you stay for me, Lotte?”
Hearing my name from his lips is so rare and erotic that I feel close to the edge, burning inside and out, only able to moan.
“Yes,” I whisper.
He picks up a pace that’s inhumanly fast, making me gasp in surprise, and he laughs deeply.
