14. Chapter Thirteen

I'm lost again, drifting aimlessly through the vast, dark ocean. My tired eyes are heavy, but open against the inky darkness that surrounds me. There are stars here, small, twinkling orbs of gentle light slipping through my fingertips as I meander through the shadows. Without gravity, my body is cradled by darkness. I float, unencumbered, without a care in the world.

This time, I am certain Stolas is with me. I feel him all around me, the dark tendrils of his power coiled around me protectively. My soul is fragmented again, my body broken. Once I finally blacked out after the battle with Belial, the demonic possession took hold. Completely, irrevocably.

He is deep inside of me, holding all of my broken pieces together. Repairing the damage and soothing my mind, just as he promised he would.

I don't know how long I've been here, or how long I need to stay, but none of that really matters. All that matters is him.

My Great Prince of Hell. My protector, my teacher, my lover.

Eventually, after what feels like an eternity, I feel Stolas embracing me. The massive, eldritch horror of a demon coils around me protectively. His voice is a dark whisper, inhuman and indistinguishable to my human ears. Somehow, I understand him anyway.

"Little witch."

"Stolas," I whisper, feeling the ritualistic magic of his name on my tongue. His talons press into my skin as his massive hands grip my hips, pulling me across his lap. "Where are we?" I speak, though my words come out slow and barely audible.

"Safe. Hidden."

An attempt to lift my gaze to look up at Stolas is fruitless, my eyes feel heavy and blurry and wherever we are, it is as dark as a moonless night. All I can see is his monstrous silhouette, completely inhuman, with those colossal horns jutting out from the dark framework of his skull.

My hands roam his otherworldly physique, drawn to the warmth of his strange skin. He is strong and inhuman beneath my touch, but I feel no fear. My conscious mind knows this demon is pure, maddening horror to look upon, but my body doesn't care.

Arousal burns like an awakening fire, low in my body. I want him, exactly as he is, in all his unholy splendor.

Once upon a time, the thought would have made me seriously question my sanity. I would have never dreamed of wanting to make love to Stolas in his true form, but right now it's all I can think about.

I feel so damn good here, wrapped in his alien embrace and floating endlessly through the dark ether. The quiet tranquility and the absolute safety of this realm Stolas has created is giving me the opportunity to explore the feelings of desire I've carried with me since our bond was made complete.

Aware of my thoughts, a low rumbling growl emanates from Stolas' chest.

"You cannot take me like this, little witch."

I need to. I feel him wrapped around my soul like the unyielding root of an ancient tree, and I now need him inside of my body too.

"Please, Stolas," I whisper in a needy moan, my hand slipping down his body to feel for his cock. When I find it, the feel of it brings a sharp hiss from my lips. It is heavy and thick in my hand, though the shape is strange, I know without a shred of doubt that he was built for the most wicked pleasure imaginable.

"Oh, Stolas," I groan, gripping him tightly in my hand. I cannot wrap my fingers all the way around him, nor can I see anything beyond the misty darkness, but his cock would fill all of the empty space inside of me with no room to spare.

My imagination runs wild. He would come, and it would spill into my womb, the head of his cock would be pressed right up against my cervix as his thick release spilled inside of me. Those dark tendrils that accompany his seed would fill me up, stroke every dark corner of my body, make me ride orgasm after orgasm until I am nothing but a quivering, broken mess.

I cannot stop the moan that escapes me as I imagine what fucking him like this would feel like.

"Little witch, you will be my undoing," his disembodied voice is a sultry whisper, full of lust and wickedness.

His hands grip me again, talons digging into my skin just enough to ignite my nerve endings, as he lifts me. Sensation erupts across my skin, it feels as though we are moving through water. We are drifting through it effortlessly, but despite being in this dark ocean, every breath I draw into my lungs is full of clean, comfortable air.

Pure magic.

My legs are forced open wide as my knees settle on either side of his waist, since my legs cannot comfortably straddle his massive thighs. When he pulls me closer and presses my smaller body against his, I moan at the feel of his monstrous cock wedged firmly against my aching pussy.

"What do you desire, little witch?" His voice echoes around us, disembodied, ethereal.

"You," I moan softly, rolling my hips to grind my swollen, wet slit along the hard length of his very inhuman cock. I whimper at the unexpected feel of ridges combined with smooth hardness in my most sensitive place, idly wondering how anyone could resist something so obviously made for gratification.

Part of me wishes I could see it, the other half of me is desperate to just feel him. All of him. Hard, long, and impossibly thick. He's smooth, and hot, and covered in ridges that feel incredible with each roll of my hips. He was made for mind-shattering pleasure in his true form. Although I don't know how he could possibly fit inside of me, I am desperate for him anyway.

I need him to take me, and devour me. To possess me as deeply as he possesses my soul. I want my body to be his divine temple of sin, the very altar of demonic worship.

I don't want him to manifest as anything but who he is, to pretend to be human, not right now. I want him as Stolas, a demon, Great Prince of Hell. My demon.

"Please, Stolas. Take me. Possess me," I whimper, grinding myself against him, making us both moan against the rush of pleasure. I can see the silhouette of his ghastly head falling back as his jaws part, a guttural moan escapes him. His hands tighten on my hips, until one massive hand lifts to collar my throat.

"You are mine, Selene, until the very end of time. Not even God himself, risen from the cosmic grave, could take you from me now."

"Pl-ease, Stolas," I beg again, my body relaxed in his possessive hold, the arousal building to a fever pitch.

"So needy," he teases, the fluctuating tones of his voice deepening to levels that human vocal cords could never achieve. "So desperate to be fucked by your demon."

I mumble an affirmation, my swollen pussy grinding against his shaft as my hips undulate shamelessly.

"I must prepare you, so I do not tear you apart," his dark laughter makes me shiver, and suddenly he releases my throat and pulls me up his body. His hands maneuver me until my legs fall up over his massive shoulders, colliding with the thick muscle enveloping his fearsome structure.

I moan brokenly as his hot mouth presses against me, his devilish visage nuzzling between my thighs. One powerful hand splays out across my lower back to hold me in place, while the other grips my thigh.

I am so wet and ready to be fucked, that the tip of his wicked tongue slips into me with ease. I cry out as the inhuman muscle slithers deep inside of me, my eyes opening wide in shock. I blink rapidly against the darkness, my body writhing as he pins me against his mouth. "Oh, God, Stolas... what… is—"

The mention of God has him thrusting his tongue so deep I nearly scream, the sound melting into a fevered moan, as a deep and deadly growl radiates from his colossal form. His tongue is unbelievably long, thick, and hot. It twists and pumps wildly inside of my throbbing pussy, filling me more than anything ever has before.

The pleasure is white-hot, so extreme that I can hardly draw a full breath as my body careens wildly into rapturous bliss.

The orgasm has my hands reaching desperately, grasping whatever part of him I can use to anchor myself, while my pussy spasms violently around his tongue.

He fucks me through the seemingly unending wave, pressing me tight against him, so deep inside of me that all I can feel is the hot, thrusting muscle as he fucks me with it.

Even when my orgasm ends, he doesn't stop. I can feel his chest expand on a deep inhale, then the exhale brings with it a wave of hot breath fluttering over my hypersensitive clit. With a pleasured hiss, my back arches as his tongue pumps harder inside of me.

My pussy is so primed for him, my arousal so extreme, that all I can do is hold on as he ravishes my body and forces me to come over and over again. After what must be the fifth soul-shattering orgasm, I begin to beg and beg until finally his unholy tongue slips free.

A deeply satisfied groan leaves him as he lowers me back down to settle into his lap, my body utterly spent and weak in his grasp. Every atom in my body is vibrating as a constant pleasurable warmth radiates out from the apex of my thighs.

Like an addict hooked on a powerful new drug, I ache for more of him. I am drunk on lust, dizzy from the constant waves of intoxicating pleasure, desperate to stay right here with him forever. Lost in this enchanted dark ocean, drowning in the depths of his possession, a slave to the limitless euphoria he brings me.

His powerful arm snakes around my waist, lifting me just enough to notch the head of his cock at my entrance. The throbbing in my clit intensifies as I anticipate what it will feel like for this monstrous demon to force his way inside of me.

"Beg for me, little witch," he commands, his voice heavy with lust, as I obey him without hesitation.

I can feel Stolas' profound need through our bond, secured by the unbreakable self control he has had eons to perfect. The truth of his thoughts and feelings come to me not in images nor words, but I understand them just the same.

This demon's love for me is absolute, unconditional and undying. Even if the magic inside of me vanished into thin air right this second, he would love me just as thoroughly as he did before.

"Please, Stolas. Please fuck me," I whimper, the feel of him poised to penetrate me sends a shiver right down my spine. I try to spread my legs wider, but he pins me in place.

"Breathe, Selene." Those fluctuating tones are soothing, deep and smooth like silk, as he begins to thrust up into me. I inhale deeply as the gently pointed head of his unfamiliar cock presses in.

My demon's dark power surges between my spread thighs as he sinks every inch he can inside of me. I shudder and tremble as he enters me, filling me to complete capacity.

The feel of his substantial cock lodged so damn deep inside of me makes my pussy spasm as another euphoric orgasm crashes into me. I writhe as the burning pleasure consumes me, devouring my sanity, leaving my body trembling uncontrollably.

"You are sin made flesh," he groans, seated so deep inside of me as this all-consuming orgasm finally ends, drenching him in the silky wetness of my arousal. "Divine sacrilege," he hisses, his talons digging in my skin as he fights to maintain his self control.

His thoughts are mine, as is his unbearable desire to pound into me until we both succumb to enraptured ruin. I experience it all through our bond, and all at once I want nothing more than for Stolas to lose himself inside of me.

Before I can beg him to fuck me, he pulls back and slams his hips between my thighs. His size is so monumental inside of me, I don't know how long I can last before my body shatters again. Already, pleasure burns hot and bright where our bodies are connected.

My head drops back on a moan as he thrusts inside of me, fucking me with a slow but savage pace. His talons press harder into my skin, the small bursts of pain amplifying the incredible pleasure.

"Stolas…" I whimper, addicted to the hard pumping of his hips between my thighs. My legs are spread so wide, I cannot fight against the blissful assault of his inhuman body on mine. I feel as though he will shatter me into a thousand pieces, but I don't care. He feels so damn good, and his cock is hitting me so deep that my mind is lost in the euphoria.

"I need you to come," I moan as my body spirals frenziedly towards another orgasm. "Fuck me hard until you come. Please," I beg, suddenly desperate to be bred by my Great Prince of Hell.

I never wanted children, not before this moment. But an image flashes into my mind that I cannot ignore. I am laying in a nest of a bed, full of silk and luxurious pillows, a dark God in the form of a precious child held to my breast. Stolas towering over the decadent bed, protective and watchful.

Our son, heir to the throne of Hell. The distant future, I recognize as the images drift away.

I gasp, my eyes opening wide. I see nothing but shifting shadows and the faded light of stars, but I can feel the rumble of a pleased growl as Stolas' arousal surges.

"Wicked little witch, desperate for me to fill her womb with Cambion." The thought passing between us through our connection has him wild, pressing me backwards so he can move his great body over me, giving him the angle necessary to fuck me brutally, pounding between my thighs with raw hunger.

A normal human could not survive this, but a bonded witch can. With magic to protect my physical body, I give myself to Stolas as he lets go of his control and comes undone between my legs.

The ridges at the base of his cock, spreading up his pelvis, grind roughly against my sensitive clit. The pleasure is so intense I rocket towards climax, his name leaving my lips on a tortured groan.

The thick muscles enveloping his monstrous structure tense as his pleasure peaks. I cry out as I feel the first heavy pulse of him inside of me, his demonic essence spilling from the head of his cock, those dark tendrils snaking deep into my body and filling every bit of space they can.

The base of his cock thickens, expanding until our bodies are locked together, my head falling back on a broken moan as heat blossoms inside of me and the pressure at the base of my spine erupts again.

Euphoria flows through us both as he floods my pussy with his release, the excess forced through my cervix to fill my womb with his dark magic. His rapturous moans join with mine as we spiral through our joined orgasm, the pleasure so intense he pulls me tightly against his inhuman form to anchor us together.

When the orgasm finishes, I am left panting and trembling beneath him as his colossal body shudders above me. He pulls me into his embrace, wrapping his immense arms around me. The movement has me gasping, the overwhelming sensation of fullness steals my breath, even as the swelling at the base of his cock begins to recede.

A soothing, healing warmth has bloomed inside of us, spreading through our bodies in blissful waves. We are silent as we hold each other, my smaller human body wrapped up in the overwhelming mass of this demonic entity in his true form.

A form I once gazed upon in horror as the very sight of it threatened to destroy my sanity, that I now see only as Hell's divine design. A dark, deadly monstrosity that would send any human spiraling into irreparable lunacy. My demon, my Prince, perfectly mine.

We drift through his dark ocean for so long that I lose sense of time again, watching stars as they are born and eventually die, somewhere far beyond the reaches of the world I call home. I know this isn't reality, that time moves differently here, because Stolas whispers to me while I slumber in his arms.

He speaks to me of ancient magic so old I cannot fathom, when the first humans made deals with demons. He tells me of chants that can create violent storms and level civilizations, of incantations that can turn the ocean waves into leviathans to do my bidding. He teaches me as we sleep, suspended in time, until my body and soul are whole once again.

Eventually, my eyes drift open, and I can see. The constellations strewn throughout the vast, empty space are closer now… illuminating us both in a gentle, dim light. Just enough that when my eyes roam up his body, I can see his demonic visage.

He watches me carefully, one hand lifting as he uses one massive, black talon to brush hair away from my face and tuck it gently behind my ear. I am in awe of his gentleness when he touches me, because the slightest use of force would damage me.

"What happens now?" I whisper, gazing up into his large, owl-like eyes. The globes are black as the night sky, cosmic constellations trapped within.

His voice reaches, deep and soothing, dark and low. "We conquer the world, little witch." A wicked smirk lifts the corners of his eerie mouth, and I mirror it.

Images flash before my eyes, manifested through his gift of omniscience, of a beautiful and wondrous future together. Of the two of us, soaring high in the night sky, reading the constellations. Roaming in endless, sandy deserts in the Middle East, hand in hand, as we read through archaic tomes filled with black magic and ancient knowledge. Lessons in controlling the forces of Nature, taught in wild forests where man does not tread.

A son, one day far away, a crowned Prince destined to become King while his parents dominate the earth and the stars. A future I would have never imagined possible.

Stolas' magnificent, otherworldly eyes close, and I follow suit. I am wrapped in his embrace as we shift from this realm, back to the one I call home.