Chapter 42 SEX WITH THE DEVIL HERSELF
Chapter 42 SEX WITH THE DEVIL HERSELF
SEX WITH THE DEVIL HERSELF
EZEKIEL'S POV
I couldn’t move my arms even if I wanted to. The ritual the witch performed saw to that.
The only thing my mind registered was that the witch had finished the ritual at sunrise.
I felt black fire under my ribs, threads of it wrapped around my heart like barbed wire. But the moment Kaelia snapped her fingers, it yanked and everything disappeared.
When she smiled, it loosened just enough to let me breathe. Right now it was loose. That was worse, because it meant she was enjoying herself.
I was on my knees in her chamber, naked with blood still leaking from the place where my left arm used to be. It hurt so bad I’d puked on her boots. She’d laughed and licked the vomit off the toe of one like it was honey.
Now she was standing over me in that half-dragon skin she liked when she wanted hands and tits instead of claws and wings. Her eyes and hair were darker than I remembered and her lips were red like she’d been eating cherries....or hearts.
“You know you kind of embarrassed me today,” she said in an almost lazy voice. “And seraphine, I saw the way you looked at her, like she still mattered to you.”
I spat blood on the floor. “I beg for mercy, Kaelia.”
The wire around my heart jerked tight, it was as though my lungs forgot how to work. I toppled forward, smacking my forehead into a stone, my mouth opened to let out a scream but nothing came out. When the burn eased, she was crouched in front of me with her claws under my chin.
“Get up.”
My legs did it without asking permission. My vision was spinning and blood was running down my side and dripping off my hip, spluttering on the black marble.
Kaelia peeled off the last scrap of silk she’d been wearing.
I couldn't deny that she was beautiful the way a forest fire is beautiful. I didn't know if it was my actual mind or the ritual feeding these thoughts into my head but she looked like something you can’t look away from even while it eats you alive.
Her skin smelled like smoke and hot metal. My traitor body reacted before my brain caught up, my cock filled even as the hole in my shoulder throbbed like a second heart.
She saw it and grinned, glaring her fangs at me. “There he is. My good dog.”
I wanted to snarl, but the spell the witch had cast on me turned the sound into a groan when she wrapped her hand around me and squeezed. Heat shot straight to my spine instantly.
“You’re going to fuck me,” she said, stepping close enough that her nipples brushed my chest. “You’re going to fuck me until I’m bored. And every time you move that shoulder’s going to rip open again. That’s the point.”
She shoved me backward and my back hit the tall mirror on the wall. The glass of the mirror was cold against my back, even colder than the floor. The impact tore a raw noise out of me, and fresh blood shot out of me in long streaks.
Kaelia pressed against me, trapping me there. She began to stroke me slowly, her touch was rough against my skin and mean, her other hand slid between her own legs, getting herself wetter. She was already starting to smell like sex and ozone.
“ I want you to watch,” she whispered, turning my head so I had to see us: me broken and bleeding, her glowing behind me like some dark goddess.
I hated the picture. I hated it more that I was hard as steel for her.
She spun me around, slammed my chest to the mirror again. My stump hit first, I think I screamed but she didn’t care. Her hand left my cock long enough to spread my stance wider, then she guided me back, lined me up, and sank down in one brutal drop.
The heat of her almost made the pain almost bearable.
She didn’t wait, instead, she just started riding me hard, her hips snapping against mine, she dug her claws into my hips for leverage. Every thrust ground my ruined shoulder against the glass.
Warm and sticky blood smeared everywhere. The blood ran down my ribs and thigh mixing with the slick between us.
It hurt so bad my legs shook but at the same time, it felt so good that I couldn’t stop the sounds coming out of my throat.
Kaelia leaned in, grazing my teeth with her ear. “That’s it. Bleed for me, baby. Give me everything.”
I lost track of time. The only thing I could make out was just the slap of skin, the wet sounds, her moans getting louder and my own ragged breathing.
My knees buckled once and she held me up with one arm like I weighed nothing, still fucking herself on me, relentless.
When she came she bit down on the back of my neck hard enough to bruise, but not quite hard enough to break through my skin. Her whole body clenched around me as her wings flared widely, knocking over a brazier.
Sparks flew from every corner. The spell around my heart throbbed painfully but sweet, and I followed her over, coming so hard my vision tunneled, spilling inside her while the room spun and my blood kept pouring.
She stayed there for a second, breathing hard against my skin, then pulled off and let me slide down the mirror into a heap. My ass hit the floor, while my cock was still twitching.
Kaelia crouched, wiped two fingers through the mess between her thighs, and painted a streak of it across my cheek like war paint.
“Next time you forget who owns you,” This was the first time I'd heard her sounding soft, “I'll take the other arm.”
Then she walked away, flicking her tail with pleasure, leaving me shaking and bleeding on her floor while the black fire in my chest purred like it was happy.
I closed my eyes and waited for the next order, hating how part of me was already eager to obey.