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Chapter 10
He heaves and lifts me off his massive cock, laying me down and dropping his massive body behind me, spooning me.
He holds me close, still on the bed that had been his altar, his hot breath sighing against my throat as he nuzzles into my flesh, the hard bone and soft fur of his goat-like head tickling in the dark. Rough fingertips and sharp claws stroke my breasts, my belly, hips, and thighs, making me shiver.
“Don’t speak,” he rasps. “I’ve never experienced these feelings before. Yours are feeding mine. Feel everything, Little Dolly, you are feeding me in a way I’ve needed since the beginning of time.”
I breathe.
My body aches, used and full and overwhelmed.
He shifts behind me, nudging his cock back inside me in a slow, even push, pulsing with a heartbeat that matches my own.
I moan, my limbs feeling boneless, my eardrums buzzing.
“You weren’t made for boys, little offering. You weren’t meant for soft touches or empty praise.” He kisses behind my ear, voice like gravel dipped in honey. “You were forged for me. To free me. Created to satisfy my hunger. Teach my hands what they are for. To produce my heirs.”
His hand slides down and rests on the softness of my belly.
I wince as the thickness inside me sends another pulse of demon seed into my belly.
I push back onto him, shockingly still hot for everything he’s giving me. “As Beth Dutton would say, I wasn’t born for a soft fuck.”
He lets out one of those cracking chuckles. “I do not know this person, but she is right. You were not born for a soft fucking. My banishment is no longer a punishment. The divine being that put me here can go…suck it, as you humans say.”
“You’re really into the whole divine punishment aesthetic,” I mumble, cheek pressed to his bicep, which is roughly the size of my head.
He huffs a low laugh. “Say what you want, little mouth. But your body begs louder than your sarcasm.” His fingers squeeze my belly, the tips of the nails like pinpricks in the soft flesh. “And after, you will eat. It is gone noon in the world above, and you need sustenance. And fluids. And sleep. In that order.”
“Are you giving me a schedule?”
“I will give you rules that keep you safe and fulfilled.”
He rolls me over, pulling out of me so slowly it’s like time has stalled, and now I’m under him, thighs spread, belly marked with his nails and teeth and red demon seed and my virgin blood. His eyes have gone to flame again.
“You carry my scent now,” he whispers, lowering to kiss the valley of my breasts. “My seed. My mark.”
“You think you can just claim me like some hellhound in heat?”
His eyes burn brighter, his teeth on full display. “No. I know I can. Isn’t that what I’ve been doing?”
His fingers trail between us, finding my pussy. His fingertips slide around the flesh, and I twitch.
The pads of his fingers press cool at first, before flaring hot.
He soothes. Circles. Brushes knuckles along my swollen folds, then drags one long finger, heated now, down the line of me.
He draws lazy figure eights over my clit, alternating between icy tease and hot demand, coaxing my body into trembling readiness again. My breath catches. My thighs fall wider on instinct. And when he presses a fingertip inside, I sob Daddy into the dark.
“Okay, wait,” I pant, my voice shaky. “Why are your fingers weather systems? One second, it’s winter, the next, I’m being branded.”
He hums, amused. “My power listens to your body. It shifts to match what you need. I will serve you as well. Little Offering, in ways you can’t imagine. You no longer have free will. I have consumed it, and I will care for you forever now.”
I blink up at him, dazed and already halfway to begging. “That is the hottest—and creepiest—thing anyone’s ever said to me.”
He grins, those black lips peeling back, the ears twitching next to his horns.
“Good girl.”
