Chapter 20 🔞🔞Chapter 20🔞🔞
The rest of the mall trip blurred into a haze of bags and Elena’s chatter, her protective eyes flicking between us as we grabbed a few more items. Adrianna’s hand stayed laced with mine, her curvy body pressed close, the heat from her skin a constant reminder of the lust simmering under her teasing facade. Paul's stench lingered in my mind—piss and fear—but I'd deal with him later, twisting his dreams into a nightmare of phantom cocks and endless humiliation until he broke. For now, all that mattered was her, the woman who'd bound me in blood and desire, her full breasts brushing my arm with every step, stirring my cock to half-hardness.
We piled into the car, Elena driving us home, the air thick with unspoken tension. Adrianna leaned her head on my shoulder, her fingers tracing circles on my thigh, sending jolts straight to my groin.
“Can't wait to get you alone,” she whispered telepathically, her voice a sultry promise that made my ridges twitch. I gripped her hand tighter, fighting the urge to pull over and fuck her right there, my demonic restraint fraying at the edges.
Finally home, Elena vanished into the living room with a knowing smirk, leaving us in the kitchen stacked with shopping bags. Adrianna’s eyes lit up, that fierce fire igniting as she grabbed my wrist, her nails digging in just enough to tease.
“Come on, Apollo. Bedroom. Now.” She tugged me down the hall, her ass swaying in those tight jeans, hips rolling with deliberate seduction. My heart pounded, possessive love surging—mine, all mine, even if she tormented me with her independence.
She kicked the door shut behind us, the room dim and intimate, our bed unmade from this morning's fierce fuck, sheets still rumpled with the scent of her cum and my seed. Adrianna dropped the bags on the floor, turning to me with a wicked grin, her brunette curls wild around her flushed face.
“I want to model everything for you. Every single outfit. And I need your honest opinion—which one's gonna rack up the most views on OnlyFans? Be brutal, demon boy.” Her voice dripped with challenge, eyes gleaming as she stripped off her shirt, full breasts bouncing free, nipples already pebbled from the cool air or maybe the thrill of teasing me.
I sank onto the bed's edge, cock thickening in my pants, the glamour holding my crimson skin and horns in check for now. Jealousy burned low in my gut, imagining other men—mortals like Paul—jerking off to her curves, her pussy on display. But fuck, I loved her fire, the way she owned her body, even if it drove me insane.
“Show me, love,” I growled, voice rough with hunger. “I'll tell you exactly what I think.”
She started with a sheer red babydoll negligee, slipping it on behind the half-open closet door, emerging like a vision of sin. The fabric clung to her curves, nipples dark shadows through the lace, the hem barely covering her ass. She spun slowly, bending to give me a peek at her bare pussy lips, glistening already.
“This one? Think it'll make them beg?” She cupped her breasts, thumbs circling her nipples, moaning softly as they hardened further.
My mouth watered, demonic lust coiling tight. I wanted to worship those tits, suck them until she screamed, but I held back, voice strained.
“Fuck yes. Views would explode. But every eye on you... it kills me, Adrianna. You're mine to see like this.” Jealousy twisted sharper, my cock straining, pre-cum leaking as I pictured ripping it off her.
She laughed, low and throaty, peeling it off to reveal the next—a tiny plaid skirt and cropped top that screamed schoolgirl fantasy. She hiked the skirt, flashing her ass cheeks, bending over the dresser to 'adjust' her pose, pussy winking at me.
“How about this? Innocent but slutty?” Her fingers trailed down, dipping into her folds, coming away slick.
I groaned, palming my erection through my jeans, the ridges along my shaft pulsing with need.
“They'd eat it up. Tip like crazy for that tease. But imagining their hands on what I own... I'd tear them apart.” Emotional intimacy warred with the raw urge to claim her, our blood bond thrumming with her arousal, mirroring my torment.
Outfit after outfit, she paraded—thigh-high stockings with a garter belt, a sheer bodysuit that hugged her curves like a second skin, each one more provocative, drawing out my praise laced with possessive growls. My jealousy built, a fire in my veins, cock aching as she danced and posed, her body a masterpiece of soft flesh and hard desire. She knew what she was doing, tormenting me with visions of her exposure, her independence, a blade that cut deep yet thrilled me.
Finally, she saved the best—or worst—for last, disappearing into the closet longer this time. When she stepped out, my breath caught, black lace corset cinching her waist, pushing her full breasts up like offerings, nipples barely contained. The matching crotchless panties framed her pussy and ass perfectly, dark curls visible, lips swollen and wet. It was the one from the store, the one that had ripped a telepathic snarl from me earlier, jealousy and lust exploding in my mind at the thought of her wearing it for the world.
Her eyes locked on mine, teasing spark fading to raw hunger as she sauntered close, hips swaying.
“This one got you all riled up in my head back there. What do you think? Most views?”
The reaction hit like infernal lightning—possessive rage and love crashing together. I surged up, hands gripping her waist, lifting her curvy body effortlessly as she gasped, legs wrapping my hips. I pinned her to the bed, crimson skin rippling through the glamour, horns curving elegantly as I loomed over her, cock grinding against her core through my pants
“This one? Fuck, it'd break the internet. Men would lose their minds over your pussy like this, begging to fill it.” My voice was a demonic rumble, eyes black with need. “But if you keep that OnlyFans shit, this outfit's mine. Reserved for me alone. No one else sees you like this, Adrianna. No one but me, your demon.”