Page 129 of Demonic Cage
“That’s right, my little champion,” he whispers, kissing my neck. “I am not human. I will fuck you until you come around me. Is that what you want?”
“Yes,” I breathe, gripping the blanket tightly.
More, more, more.
As if reading my thoughts, Darya accelerates, growling. He grasps my throat, trembling to maintain control.
“You will be mine every night,” he growls, tightening and stretching me, making me scream. “Every morning, I will wake up with your taste in my mouth.” He keeps thrusting into me. “I will pin your head to the pillow. Then you will ride me in the air where all the demons can see us. Isn’t that what you want, too?”
My voice fails me, only a sound of agreement escaping, making Darya laugh. He starts circling his fingers around my clit.
“Let go, Kindra,” he whispers in my ear. “Let go and scream the name of the one you belong to. Do this for me.”
He thrusts into me like a real demon, thick and fast, getting faster and faster. His fingers circle vigorously, as if struck by lightning.
“Come on my cock, Lotte…” the Demon King says softly, and my body shreds the tension in layers, the blaze igniting, then finally exploding. Darya whispers encouraging words, maintaining a ruthless pace. The orgasm knocks me down, and I cry out as I peak.
Darya stays inside me as I scream, whispering in my ear.
“I’m going to come inside you now, and you’ll be mine forever,” he says, his demonic side roaring like a monster before he trembles and fills me.
We scream together, and he pulses within me as I recover from the longest orgasm of my life. He pulls out and throws me onto my back. My eyes widen at his size. No wonder it hurt.
He drops onto the bed, placing his head between my thighs, inhaling deeply.
“Your scent is even better with mine,” he says with a smile, kissing the tender spot, making my spine arch.
He lifts me from the bed, sits on the edge, and sets me on his lap. In a dazed state, I sink into his chest.
“You will be my everything, my little champion,” he whispers into my hair, his hand running down my spine. “Whenever I want you. And Ialwayswant you.”
His words make my thighs tremble again, as if I’m still in an enchanted fog. He holds my entire body steady, my head resting on his shoulder. My breathing gradually settles.
The first feeling I notice is calmness; the weeks-long tension about Darya evaporating, its scent sweet, crystalline, peaceful.
Then guilt burns my throat like coal.
How could I do this?
And why don’t I feel worse about it?
My naked body still lies against his. My loud breathing fills the cell. Suddenly, I remember the angels – Lavian, the mission.
Before despair overwhelms me, someone bangs on my room’s iron door. Lizander storms in, furious. His rage fills the room.
“Darya!” he yells at the Kraldem. “By Diavolo’s fiery hell, what the…”
He suddenly sees me, naked in Darya’s lap. I burst from the Kraldem’s embrace, trying to cover myself with the blanket.
Lizander’s gaze flickers between the Demon King and me, who smugly dons his clothes. My face burns with shame, my heart pounding in my chest.
“Oh,” Lizander finally says, making me blush and look away. He shakes his head. “Darya, the herebias have broken in. They’re in the cave system!”
My heart skips a beat.
I dare not look at Darya, fearing I’ll give myself away. It worked. A new kind of joy grips me, but is overshadowed by fear. Still in shock, I can’t feel entirely happy.
The room’s red-purple light turns dark, as do the Kraldem’s eyes. His voice sends chills over my naked body.
