Chapter 24 🔞🔞Chapter 24🔞🔞
⛧⛧⛧⛧⛧ Apollo ⛧⛧⛧⛧⛧
The coil snapped for both of us then, my cock pulsing deep inside her, flooding her pussy with thick ropes of cum as her walls clenched around me, milking every drop in shuddering waves. Adrianna’s cries echoed in my mind through our bond, her body arching under mine, full breasts pressing against my crimson chest, nails digging into my back. I held her through it, horns nuzzling her sweat-damp neck, whispering promises of forever into her thoughts—my jealousy sated for the moment, replaced by that fierce, worshipful love that bound me to her soul. We collapsed together, spent and tangled, her curvy form molding to mine as sleep finally claimed her, peaceful now, the dream-stranger erased by my claim.
But peace never lasted long in my world. Days blurred into a rhythm of raw passion and teasing torment—Adrianna modeling those provocative outfits, me pinning her down to fuck the fire out of her system, our telepathic link sparking with every thrust and moan. Yet beneath the lust, guilt gnawed at me. I'd sworn eternal servitude, cut our hands in blood to seal it, but had I truly shown her the devotion she deserved? Not just in bed, where I worshipped her body like the goddess she was, but out in the world, as her partner, her demon lover, her eternal soulmate, taking her out on nights that made her feel cherished beyond the physical.
That's how I found myself the next weekend, helping Elena move into her new apartment right next door to ours. Adrianna had suggested it—keeping her best friend close, a buffer against my infernal nature, though Elena’s threats still lingered like a blade at my throat. “Hurt her, and I'll find a way to end you,” she'd said, her eyes fierce with that human protectiveness. I respected it; hell, it mirrored my own devotion.
With my supernatural strength, the move was a breeze. Boxes stacked high in the old storage place—clothes, books, that ridiculous collection of succulents Adrianna swore were her 'babies'—I lifted them all in one go, teleporting them through the walls to the new space without breaking a sweat. Elena watched, wide-eyed, her admiration warring with caution as I arranged furniture with a flick of demonic will, the air humming with faint hellfire.
“You're handy,” she quipped, unpacking kitchenware while I hauled the last of the boxes into place. It took barely an hour, the sun still high when we finished, sweat beading only on her brow, not mine.
Elena wiped her hands on her jeans, glancing toward the door where Adrianna waited outside, chatting with an elderly neighbor. She pulled me aside into the empty kitchen, her voice low, serious.
“Apollo, a word.” Her eyes, so like Adrianna’s but sharper with worry, pinned me. I nodded, leaning against the counter, my broad shoulders tense under my shirt—human guise intact, horns retracted, but the crimson tint to my skin always gave me away to those who knew.
“I've noticed something,” she started, crossing her arms. “You and Adrianna... you fuck like rabbits, go shopping, watch movies at home and I can see you truly love her. But when's the last time you took her on a proper date? Like, dinner, flowers, romance, the works? She's glowing, yeah, but she deserves more than just being bent over every night. Have you actually even taken her on a date?”
Her words hit like a lash, guilt twisting in my gut sharper than any jealousy. She was right. I'd built myself a body for her, fucked her dreams into reality, avenged slights with nightmares, but a date? I'd neglected that simple human ritual, too consumed by the urge to claim her body, to worship her curves with my mouth and cock until she screamed my name. Adrianna, with her wild fire and teasing confidence, had given me everything—her trust, her heart, her independence, bending it just enough for our bond—and I'd repaid it with possession, not partnership.
“I've been a fool,” I admitted, the words heavy in the air, my red eyes dropping. Emotions surged through me: love, regret, that possessive hunger always simmering beneath. “The world took so much time from us. I thought reclaiming her, showing her every hour of the day that she belonged to me was enough, but... no. She's my everything. I owe her the stars, or at least a night out.”
Elena’s expression softened, a small smile breaking through. “Good. As her best friend, I'll handle the logistics. Her favorite steakhouse—Riverwalk Steaks, right? The one with the view and the aged ribeyes she raves about. I'll book it for tonight, at eight o'clock. Make it special, demon boy. I know you have lived in her mind since she was born, so the only person who knows her better than me is you. We both know that she acts tough, but deep down, she craves that romance. I will help her get ready and while she is getting ready, you go get her some flowers and chocolate. Nobody around here sells her favorite flowers so get her some white roses. They will have to do and also happen to be her second favorite.” She pulled out her phone, fingers flying over the screen, her protectiveness extending even here—pushing me to be better for the woman we both cherished.
Gratitude flooded me, mixed with anticipation that stirred my cock even now, imagining Adrianna’s full lips around a glass of wine, her curvy body in a dress that hugged her breasts and hips, my hands itching to trace her under the table. But this wasn't about fucking her in the alley afterward; it was about showing her the depth of my devotion, the emotional tether that made our physical worship mean something eternal.
“Thank you, Elena,' I said, voice warm with sincerity. “I'll give her the night she deserves—passion, perfection, all of it.”
She nodded, pocketing her phone. “Reservation confirmed. Now go sweep her off her feet before I change my mind and hex you myself.”
We shared a chuckle, the tension easing, but as I stepped out to find Adrianna, the bond hummed with my resolve. Tonight, I would romance her like the queen she was—slow dances in my mind, whispers of love over candlelight—building the intimacy that would lead to tearing that dress off later, worshipping her body with the fierce hunger only a demon could unleash. But first, the date. She deserved nothing less.