Chapter 35 🔞🔞Chapter 35🔞🔞
I growl rumbled low in my chest, fangs bared as Adrianna's fingers slipped from my mouth, her taste lingering sharp on my tongue. I shifted on my knees, the welts from the whip burning like fresh brands across my back, each throb syncing with the heavy pulse in my cock. The damn thing stood rigid, against my will, ridges engorged and leaking pre-cum in thick strings that splattered the carpet. I wanted to lunge, teleport her ass onto the mattress and split her open, but her eyes—fierce, unyielding—held me pinned. I could feel a magical aura coming from somewhere close by, then watched as she opened her drawer and pulled something out.
“Immortal binding rope? Where the fuck did you learn the spell to turn regular rope into immortal binding cord? You do not get it from me, and you have not known Levi long enough to get it from him. So who have you been froliking with?” I asked, knowing I sounded like a jealous mad man at the moment, but I did not care.
“You do not get to ask questions tonight, you will only do as I say, or I will also gag you. Am I understood?”
“Adrianna, this is bullshit,” I snarled, voice gravel-rough, wings twitching against the urge to flare. “Untie me—no, fuck that, get on your knees and suck my dick like you own it.”
But she ignored me, snatching the binding rope with a grip that made deep abrasions like judgment. The rope was scorching my skin, like they had been forged in hell's depths, biting into my wrists as she yanked my arms behind my back. She moved fast, looping them tightly around my bulging biceps, the now immortal rope humming with supernatural power that sapped my strength just enough to keep me grounded. No teleporting out, no breaking free—my body locked in place, cock jerking helplessly at the restraint.
“That's better,” she hissed, breath hot against my ear as she tightened the final knot, her nails digging into his shoulders.
The camera whirred softly, red light steady, capturing the way my powerful frame strained against the bonds, muscles bulging uselessly. My mind raced, fury and arousal twisting with a dark, unwelcome heat low in his gut. This was my woman, my soulmate. But here she was flipping the script and tying me down like some mortal plaything. But the ache in my ass—unfucked, untouched—clenched in anticipation, betraying me. She stepped back, whip uncoiling again with a snap that made my skin prickle.
“Kneel lower, demon,” she commanded, voice laced with venom and lust, her pussy lips glistening as she spread her legs wide for the lens.
My knees ground into the carpet, head dipping despite the protest burning my throat. The first real lash cracked across my back, leather biting deep into the welts, pain exploding white-hot. I grunted, body jerking forward, cock slapping against my abs with a wet smack. Another lash followed, harder, stripping a raw hiss from my lips as blood welled in thin lines. The camera clicked, zooming on my face—eyes squeezed shut, fangs gritted, the mighty demon reduced to a bound beast under her hand.
“Feel that?” She asked, “That's for raping my enemy with your cock,” Adrianna snarled, circling me like prey, her free hand fisting my hair to yank my head up.
Her tits heaved with each breath, nipples stiff and begging for my mouth, but she denied me, whipping my thighs next—crack, crack—until my skin split and my balls drew tight with agony-laced need. My breaths came ragged, sweat slicking my skin, the robes burned as I tested them futilely. I could smell her arousal spiking, thick and musky, dripping down her thighs. Part of me roared to dominate, to break free and fuck her throat until she choked on my cum, but the submission gnawed at me, stirring a filthy thrill I would never admit.
She dropped the whip with a thud, grabbing the electric drill from the bed. The dildo attachment loomed massive—black silicone veined and girthy, thicker than my wrist, rigged to the drill's chuck with a low, menacing hum as she tested the trigger. My eyes widened, ass clenching instinctively.
“No—Adrianna, fuck, that's too big,” I protested, voice cracking, but she strapped it on the mount with brutal efficiency, positioning the beast right at my crack.
She shoved me forward onto all fours—well, as much as the rope allowed—my face inches from the floor.
“Shut up and take it,” she screamed, slamming the drill's tip against my hole, no lube, just her spit hawked onto the ridges. The pressure burned, my ring resisting the invasion, but she squeezed the trigger—buzz—and the dildo spun to life, vibrations rattling through my core. She thrust the lever hard, forcing the head past my rim, stretching me wide with a pop that tore a bellow from my throat. Pain seared, mixing with the relentless spin grinding against my prostate, my cock leaking profusely now, untouched and throbbing. She sat on the floor in front of me and spread her legs commanding me once again. “Worship me, Apollo! Lick my pussy like the bound slut you are!”
I lunged forward as she yanked my hair, burying my face in her dripping folds. My tongue plunged deep, lapping at her clit with desperate swipes, sucking her juices down my throat—salty, sweet, flooding my senses. She ground against my mouth, hips bucking, the drill dildo plunging deeper with each click of her finger, spinning mercilessly inside him.
“Yes—fuck, eat me out while I wreck your ass!” she yelled, voice breaking into a moan, the camera catching the obscene sight: demon tongue-fucking her hole, her body shuddering as she drilled me raw.
The brutal rhythm built, her screams echoing off the walls—”Deeper, lick my asshole now!”—forcing my mouth lower, rimming her tight pucker with broad, humiliated strokes while the spinning cock ravaged my insides, prostate milking pre-cum in spurts. My moans vibrated against her skin, muffled and broken, whip forgotten but its sting lingering as she reached for it again, cracking it across my flanks mid-thrust. The camera clicked relentlessly, filming my helpless bucks, the way my hole clenched around the invading toy, stretched and gaping. Sweat poured down my back, mixing with blood, my balls aching for release she wouldn't grant. She owned me now, punishing my violence with this raw domination, her pussy clenching on my tongue as she neared the edge, drill whirring faster, promising no mercy.
But even bound, my mind flickered—teleportation sparking faint at the edges, tempting escape—though the bond held me, her fury weaving tighter than the fibers, our dark desire twisting into something unbreakable, hungry for more.