Chapter 12 🔞🔞Chapter 12🔞🔞
A few days later I once again dreamed of Apollo and what I want to do, what I could do to him, if only I could find it in my heart to forgive him.
His voice slithered through my mind like a serpent, coiling tight around the raw edges of my desire, but I shoved it away, jaw clenching hard enough to ache. Sweat slicked my skin, soaking the sheets beneath me, my curvy body thrumming with unspent heat. My pussy throbbed, swollen and dripping from the dream's cruel tease, nipples peaked and sensitive against the damp nightgown clinging to my breasts. I was a mess—a twenty-two year old firecracker, fierce and independent, yet here I was, aching for the demon who'd haunted my childhood lovesick fantasies.
But not tonight. Not like this. Apollo had toyed with me for years, his supernatural seduction a ghost in my head, promising everything and delivering nothing until now. Corporeal or not, he didn't get to waltz in and claim me without earning it. Anger simmered hot in my chest, clashing with the lust that made my thighs slick.
“Adrianna, let me come to you,” Apollo's telepathic rumble pleaded, 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,” I snarled aloud, voice rough in the moonlit room, my hands fisting the sheets. The air thickened with his invisible presence, that intoxicating musk and brimstone scent ghosting over my skin like a phantom caress. I could feel him in my room watching me, and it made my clit pulse, but I clamped my legs together, refusing the pull. “You have made me wait for far too long, Apollo. If you want me, you'll watch. That's all you get.”
Emotions warred inside me—resentment for his endless teasing, the deep-seated love that had bloomed from girlhood whispers, now twisted into this defiant blaze. I wouldn't beg. Not yet. But I would make sure he would.
Pushing up from the bed, I stripped off the nightgown, letting it pool on the floor. Cool air kissed my naked curves—full breasts heaving with each breath, hips swaying as I crossed to my desk. My reflection in the mirror caught my eye: brunette waves tousled, cheeks flushed, eyes dark with conflicted fire. I grabbed my laptop, fingers trembling slightly as I logged into OnlyFans, the glow of the screen illuminating my bare skin. Subscribers would eat this up—my bold, eager side on full display. But tonight, it was for me. And for him. A fuck-you to the demon circling my thoughts.
I positioned the camera on its tripod, angling it to capture every inch of my body from the bed. The red light blinked on as I hit 'Go Live,' heart racing with a mix of thrill and spite.
“Hey, lovers,” I purred into the lens, voice husky, settling back against the pillows with legs spread wide. My pussy lips glistened, folds puffy and wet, clit peeking out begging for attention. Comments flooded in already—tips chiming, words of praise for my curvy form. But I ignored them, eyes flicking to the shadows where I sensed him, that crimson-skinned beast with his elegant horns and muscular frame, helpless to intervene.
“Adrianna, what are you doing?” Apollo’'s mental growl was edged with agony, his commanding tone fracturing. “Stop this. You're mine. Let me worship that body—lick your nipples until they're raw, bury my face in your pussy and drink you dry.” His words sent a shiver through me, supernatural seduction pulling at my core, but I smirked, defiance fueling the heat pooling low.
Reaching into my nightstand, I pulled out the massive 12-inch double dildo—thick, veined silicone in a deep red that mocked his demonic cock. It was a beast, ridged for maximum stretch, one end curved for my pussy, the other for deeper play if I wanted. My sensitive nipples tightened further as I trailed it over my skin, teasing the valley between my breasts, down my soft belly to the slick heat between my thighs.
“Watch this,” I whispered, both to the camera and the air, knowing he hung on every move. Body worship, he'd called it in my dreams—now I'd worship myself, make him ache for it, for me.
The tip brushed my wet folds, parting them with a slick sound that made me gasp. Juices coated the silicone as I rubbed it up and down, circling my clit until sparks shot through me. Emotions tangled—lust for the beautiful demon I'd craved since childhood, anger at his possession, the raw intimacy of his telepathic gaze on me now. I slid the first end in slow, inch by girthy inch, my pussy stretching around it with a burn that bordered pain and bliss.
“Fuck,” I moaned, head falling back, hips bucking to take more. It filled me deep, pressing against my walls, the ridges dragging delicious friction.
“Gods above, Adrianna, you're killing me,” Apollo groaned in my mind, his voice raw, tormented. I could see him, standing in the corner where the camera could not see hime—tall and broad, crimson muscles taut, his powerful cock straining untouched, fangs bared in frustration. “I need to be the one inside you, pounding that greedy pussy until you cum around me. Please, my love…”
His plea only made me bolder. I worked the dildo faster, plunging it deep while my free hand pinched a nipple, twisting the hard peak until I whimpered. The camera captured it all—my curvy thighs quivering, breasts bouncing with each thrust, pussy lips gripping the toy obscenely. Sweat beaded on my skin again, the room filling with wet slaps and my ragged breaths. Desire clashed with resentment, building the tension coiling in my belly. But I held back, teasing myself, teasing him, the supernatural bond humming between us like a live wire.
I flipped the dildo, pressing the other end against my ass, lubed by my own arousal. Slow circles, then pressure—pushing in, the dual stretch making me cry out, body arching off the bed. Filled from both ends, I fucked myself relentlessly, moans turning to sobs of pleasure. Apollo's mental presence pulsed stronger, his agony a dark thrill that heightened every sensation.
“I can't stand this,” he rasped telepathically, voice breaking with need. “Your body... it's perfection. Let me have you, Adrianna. All of you.”
But I didn't stop, riding the wave higher, lost in the defiant ecstasy, knowing he watched every quiver, every drop of sweat, craving to possess what I withheld.
We both know I wish it was him filling me instead of this cheap replacement. I also know that he will not touch me until I give him permission. But I will not do so until I have forgiven him or at least until I am no longer mad.
Until then I will make him beg.