Chapter 22 🔞🔞Chapter 22🔞🔞
“Cum for me, Adrianna. Let me feel you milk my cock.” His fingers dug into my hips, possessive bruises forming as he pounded deeper, ridges swelling inside me.
I shattered, screaming his name, pussy convulsing around him in waves of blinding pleasure, juices soaking us both. He followed with a roar, flooding me with hot spurts of cum, his body shuddering as the bond amplified every pulse. But even as we panted, tangled and spent, his cock twitched inside me, hinting at more—his hunger endless, my cravings just awakening to new depths.
Apollo’s weight lifted from me slowly, his crimson skin cooling against mine as he pulled out, a trickle of our mixed cum sliding down my thigh. I lay there, chest heaving, body humming with aftershocks, but sleep tugged at me like a lover's whisper. The bond between us pulsed softly, his devotion a warm thread in my mind, lulling me under. As my eyes drifted shut, the world blurred into a dreamlike haze—fantasy bleeding into reality, his supernatural seduction weaving through my thoughts. I felt him fade, his presence turning invisible, a ghost of heat lingering in the air as I slipped deeper.
In the dream, I was back at the club, the neon lights pulsing like a heartbeat, my skin bare under the skimpy outfit I'd modeled for him earlier. But Apollo wasn't there—not visibly. I knew he watched, his jealousy a sharp tang in the bond, fueling my tease. I spotted him—a stranger, tall and broad, eyes hungry as I sauntered over, hips swaying with deliberate fire.
“Hey, handsome,” I purred, pressing my curvy body against his on the dance floor, full breasts brushing his chest through the thin fabric. My brunette curls cascaded down my back, and I ground my ass against his crotch, feeling him harden instantly.
He groaned, hands gripping my waist, but I glanced around, sensing Apollo’s invisible stalk, his torment growing fierce in the back of my mind. The dream twisted, emotions swirling—my independence craving this control, the thrill of pushing Apollo to his limit, even in fantasy. I moaned softly as the stranger's fingers slipped under my skirt, teasing my soaked pussy lips, but it was Apollo I pictured, his horns grazing my neck instead.
“Touch me,” I whispered to the man, arching back, my nipples peaking against the lace. I ground harder, his cock straining through his pants, rubbing against my ass crack, but the bond hummed with Apollo’s rage, his desire coiling like smoke.
Jealousy consumed him—I felt it spike, a volcanic burn through our link. The stranger's mouth found my throat, sucking a mark that made me gasp, my hand sliding down to stroke his bulge, imagining Apollo’s ridged length instead. I teased mercilessly, dropping to my knees in the dream's haze, unzipping him to take his cock in my mouth, sucking deep with wet slurps, tongue swirling the head. Moans escaped me, body worshiping this proxy, but it was all for Apollo—tormenting him with every bob of my head, every flick that drew pre-cum from the stranger. His hands tangled in my hair, thrusting shallowly, but I pulled back, standing to grind my dripping slit against his thigh, clit throbbing with need.
The air thickened, Apollo’s invisible presence pressing close, his breath hot on my skin even as I ignored it. Emotions flooded me—love for my demon twisted with the raw ache of wanting his claim, the dream amplifying my vulnerability. I moaned louder, riding the stranger's leg, juices soaking his pants, full breasts bouncing as I chased friction.
“Fuck, you're hot,” the man growled, but his voice warped, echoing Apollo’s possessive rumble in my mind.
Then it shattered. Jealousy erupted like hellfire; Apollo materialized violently, crimson skin flaring into view, horns fully extended, black eyes blazing. He roared, a guttural sound that shook the dream-club, shoving the stranger aside with demonic strength. The man crumpled, forgotten as Apollo dragged me away by the wrist, his grip bruising, skin burning hot against mine.
“Mine!” he snarled telepathically, the word a thunderclap in my skull, dragging me into shadows that felt all too real—our bedroom reforming around us in the dream's blur.
He pinned me against the wall, massive body caging mine, elegant horns scraping the plaster as he loomed. My heart raced, fear and desire crashing together—his fury a testament to his unbreakable servitude, the love that bound him to worship me even in rage.
“You tease me with others? I'll remind you who owns this pussy.” His voice was raw, lips crashing onto mine in a bruising kiss, forked tongue invading my mouth, tasting of smoke and sin. I gasped into it, hands roaming his broad shoulders, nails digging into crimson flesh as emotions surged: trust in his possession, the intimate thrill of his jealousy proving his devotion.
No gentleness now—he ripped the dream-outfit from me, lace tearing like paper, exposing my curvy form. His hands worshipped roughly, palms cupping my heavy breasts, pinching nipples until I whimpered, then sliding down to spread my thighs.
“Look at you, soaked for me—not him.” Fingers plunged into my pussy, three thick digits stretching me, curling against my walls with brutal precision, thumb grinding my clit. I bucked, moaning his name, the bond flooding with his torment—visions of him watching, stroking his cock in agony, now unleashing it all.
He dropped to his knees, but it was domination, not submission—horns grazing my inner thighs as his mouth latched onto my folds, sucking my clit hard, tongue fucking inside me with urgent laps.
“Taste so fucking good, love. This body's mine to devour.”
The words vibrated through me, mixing worship with savage hunger, his jealousy fueling the frenzy. I tangled fingers in his hair, pulling him closer, surrendering to the pleasure as he ate me out relentlessly, juices coating his chin, my moans echoing in the dream-realm.
But he wasn't done. Rising, he freed his throbbing cock—ridged, veined, infernal heat radiating—and slammed into me without warning, pinning my back to the wall.
“Feel me claim you,” he growled, thrusting deep, balls slapping my ass with each possessive drive. His crimson skin burned against mine, sweat-slick and unyielding, one hand around my throat in controlled pressure, the other gripping my hip to angle deeper. Emotions poured through the bond—his fierce love, the ache of watching me with another, now channeled into total domination, proving his eternal servitude.
I wrapped legs around him, heels digging into his back, crying out as ridges dragged my g-spot, building that coil tight.
“Apollo—yes, harder! Show me you're mine too.”
He fucked me brutally, hips pistoning, mixing growled praises—”Your tits bounce for me, your pussy milks my cock”—with jealous snarls, horns nuzzling my neck like a beast marking territory. The dream blurred reality, pleasure surging as another orgasm ripped through me, walls clenching around him, but he didn't stop, pounding through it, his own release building in waves of hot promise.
His body trembled, devotion etched in every thrust, but the hunger lingered, eyes promising more torments, more worship, our bond thrumming with unspoken futures.