Chapter 13 🔞🔞Chapter 13🔞🔞
⛧⛧⛧⛧⛧ Apollo ⛧⛧⛧⛧⛧
“Adrianna, let me come to you,” I pleaded, my voice laced with that possessive hunger that always twisted my gut. “I can feel your need. Let me touch you, fill you for real. No more dreams—my cock inside you, stretching that tight pussy until you scream my name.”
“No,” She snarled aloud, “you have made me wait for far too long, Apollo. If you want me, you'll watch. That's all you get.”
Her cries echoed in the dim room, each sob of pleasure twisting like a knife in my gut. I hovered in the shadows, invisible to everyone except her, my crimson skin prickling with the effort of restraint. My demonic form, itching to come out.
Adrianna—my fierce, curvy temptress, the woman I'd loved from afar since her soul cried out for mine, and eventually reached my demonic realm—arched on the bed, that massive dildo plunging into her ass and pussy, stretching her in ways that made my fangs ache to bite. Her body was a masterpiece: full breasts heaving, nipples hard and begging for my tongue, thighs slick with her arousal, brunette waves splayed like a halo around her flushed face. I'd promised not to touch her until she asked, a vow forged in the fires of my hellish home to prove my devotion wasn't just supernatural seduction. But fuck, watching her like this, live on that damned screen for strangers, ignited a torment deeper than any brimstone pit.
The OnlyFans feed glowed on her laptop, comments scrolling like filthy prayers, tips chiming as her subscribers devoured the sight of her naked curves. She'd woken soaked and raging, shoving my telepathic pleas aside, her independent fire clashing with the desire I'd stoked for years.
“You can watch,” she'd snarled, stripping bare, positioning that camera to taunt me. I could smell her—musk and sweat, the sweet tang of her dripping pussy mixing with my own brimstone scent that clung to the air. My cock throbbed painfully against my trousers, thick and veined, the head already leaking pre-cum at the mere thought of her. Every inch of me burned: broad shoulders tense, muscles coiling like a predator denied its prey, elegant horns curving back as if to hold me in place.
I watched as she reached into her nightstand, pulling out the massive 12-inch double dildo—thick, veined silicone in a deep red that mocked my own demonic cock. It was a beast, ridged for maximum stretch, one end curved for her pussy, the pussy that I should be fucking. I watched as she trailed it over her gorgeous skin, between her perfect breasts, down my soft belly to the slick heat between her heavenly thighs.
“Adrianna, stop this madness,” I growled into her mind again, voice rough with agony, but she only moaned louder, hips bucking to drive the toy deeper. Her pussy lips gripped the silicone obscenely, juices coating it as she fucked herself with relentless need. Emotions warred in my chest—possessive love that had simmered since she was a girl dreaming of demons, raw lust for her body that made me want to worship every curve, and the sharp sting of jealousy at those faceless viewers. She was mine, had always been mine, in the fantasies we'd shared telepathically. Now, corporeal and aching, I fought the urge to materialize, to pin her down and replace that fake cock with my real one, pounding her until she begged for mercy.
My hand moved of its own accord, slipping into my pants to free my shaft. It sprang out, heavy and hot, the crimson skin flushed darker with arousal, ridges along the length pulsing in time with my heartbeat. I wrapped my fist around it, stroking slow from base to tip, matching the rhythm of her thrusts. Each pump of that dildo into her tight holes mirrored my grip—deliberate, torturous, building the fire in my veins. Pre-cum slicked my palm, the scent of my musk thickening the room, mingling with hers. I imagined it was her hand, her pussy, clenching around me instead.
“You're killing me, love,” I projected, letting the desperation bleed through. “I can see your clit swelling, begging for my mouth. Let me taste you, lick that sweet cum from your folds.”
She gasped on the bed, eyes half-lidded but flicking to the shadows where I lurked, sensing my torment. Her free hand roamed her body, pinching those sensitive nipples I'd dreamed of sucking raw, twisting them until she whimpered.
The camera caught it all—the quiver of her soft belly, the way her ass cheeks clenched around the invading toy, breasts bouncing with every grind. My strokes quickened just a fraction, thumb circling the sensitive head of my cock, imagining her tongue there, swirling over the slit. Fantasies flooded my mind: materializing behind her, fangs grazing her neck as I buried my face in her curves, worshipping her with licks and bites. I'd spread her thighs wide, inhale her scent deep, then plunge my tongue into her pussy, lapping at her walls while my fingers teased her ass. She'd scream my name, not this mechanical bullshit.
But I held back, muscles rigid, sweat beading on my warm crimson skin. The promise chained me—self-control honed over centuries in the abyss, now tested by this woman who'd ignited my soul. Her moans grew frantic, body trembling as she chased release, the dual stretch making her pussy gush audibly. I jerked harder, fist flying now, the wet schlick of my hand echoing her toy's slaps. Pressure built in my balls, heavy and full, craving to spill inside her, mark her as mine.
“Adrianna, my perfect slut, your body's made for me,” I thought, the words too possessive to voice yet. Jealousy gnawed—those viewers tipping for her show, but they couldn't feel her like I did, couldn't sense the supernatural bond humming between us, pulling her desire toward me despite her defiance.
Her hips stuttered, a cry tearing from her throat as she neared the edge, but she slowed, teasing herself, teasing me. The torment peaked, my cock twitching in my grip, veins bulging. I bared my fangs in a silent snarl, horns throbbing with the strain. Vow or no, my body screamed to fuck her now—to grab those curvy hips, slam into her from behind while she faced the camera, make her broadcast our claiming. But I waited, stroking in agonizing sync, the burn of unfulfilled need twisting deeper. She'd ask soon; she had to. Until then, I'd watch, ache, and burn for her. I would even beg if she asked.