Chapter 14

CHAPTER 14

"Y ou want him to watch? "

"That's right. I want him to see the expression on your pretty little face when I make you come."

The words made Malissa's cheeks fire with shame, but she obeyed. She didn't dare defy Beliath, not now. She still could not see him, but a few moments ago, when she had mentioned Jaeger, she had caught a fleeting glimpse of the demon's form, like a shadow towering above her, winged, horned, and huge.

Not the sort of creature she would want to anger.

Besides, it was only a painting.

She returned Wulfgang's portrait to its previous position, leaning against one of the tall pillars of the darkstone ring, facing inward, toward the altar at the center.

"That's better," Beliath's voice purred. "Now climb onto the altar and get on all fours. The time has come for you to be bred."

Those words should have angered her, and perhaps they did a little, but her anger was not directed at Beliath. It was directed at her own body for the shameful way it responded to the demon's crude command. The tips of her breasts stiffened and throbbed, and between her legs, desire leaked profusely.

"The altar," Beliath growled. "All fours. Now."

Shivering with fear and excitement, Malissa moved to the center of the circle and climbed onto the round altar on her hands and knees. Even though she could not see him, she could sense the demon's presence towering over her, exuding raw masculine power and domination.

"Turn around," he said. "I want you to look your husband in the eye while I take you."

"You wish to shame me," Malissa said hotly.

"On the contrary, woman, I mean to free you of your shame. It is not part of our original agreement, but I am doing it as a favor—a favor I recommend you accept. Now, turn yourself round, wench. I'll not tell you again."

Malissa did as the demon told her. It was not fear of punishment that compelled her to obey. It was something in his dark, rumbling voice that made her want to be good for him, even if it meant her own damnation.

She turned and faced the portrait of Wulfgang. Though the image had not changed, the king's expression seemed subtly different, as if he were appalled by what he was now witnessing.

Behind her, Beliath rumbled approvingly.

"Perfect."

The demon's opinion should not have meant anything to her. He was not her lover, and what he was about to do to her was not an act of love. It was an exchange, pure and simple—her life for his freedom. Nevertheless, Malissa could not deny the thrill of excitement that simple word of praise sent racing through her body. Her skin heated with anticipation, and her readiness leaked from her center, slick and warm.

Was the demon ready too? Malissa could not see him, but she knew that he was.

The altar trembled slightly as the beast took up his position behind her. He slowly lowered himself to his knees, and Malissa felt his enormous testicles glide against her backside. Then she felt the underside of his erect shaft, hard and thick and throbbing with arousal.

Malissa shivered and gasped aloud.

"Are you afraid?" Beliath asked as his hands settled around her hips. "Tell me the truth, wench."

Malissa nodded. "I am."

"Why?"

There were any number of perfectly good answers she could have given to that question. It was the witching hour, and she was alone in a clearing in the middle of the woods, surrounded by ancient stone pillars and flickering candles, with an invisible demon who was every bit as naked as she was, and every bit as aroused. Before the night was over, his seed would be inside her, and she would be damned for all eternity.

But the real source of Malissa's fear—the immediate source—was much simpler than that, and much more shameful.

"It's so… big ," she whispered.

Behind her, Beliath chuckled.

"Is it bigger than your husband's?"

What an absurd question. Malissa doubted there was a man alive who could compare to the demon's incredible length and girth. Definitely not her husband, the king. Malissa had never desired a well-endowed man. Indeed, she had always counted Wulfgang's diminutive manhood as a blessing. It had made their occasional cold couplings that much easier to endure.

Now, as she crouched on all fours within the ring of candles, naked and vulnerable, she wished that Beliath's member was smaller too.

The demon slapped her rump, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to get her attention.

"I asked you a question, wench! Is my cock bigger than his? "

Malissa glanced at the portrait of the king.

"Yes."

"Of course it is," Beliath said as he began to rock his hips, sliding the underside of his shaft against her. "And you are afraid you won't be able to take it, aren't you?"

"Yes," Malissa admitted.

Beliath kneaded her buttocks with his fingers. "Do not fear, my little queen. By the time this night is through, you will discover you are capable of a great many things…"

He levered his cock downward, and his tip brushed between her wet folds. Malissa shut her eyes and braced in anticipation of the coming penetration.

Only it didn't come.

Instead, the head of Beliath's member continued downward, and when the demon thrust his hips forward, the upper surface of his shaft glided against Malissa's lower abdomen. His tip reached all the way to her navel.

"Creator save me," she gasped.

Beliath smacked her bottom again, this time with a little more force.

"Don't call upon Him ," he snarled. "He can't save you now, and neither can your puny little excuse for a husband. You are mine, wench, mine for the night, and the only name I want to hear passing your lips is my own. Do you understand me?"

"Yes."

"Yes, master ."

Malissa felt her skin pucker with goosebumps. Her lips trembled. She hesitated a little too long, and— SMACK! —Beliath's palm came down upon her rump a third time, with even more force than before.

"Yes, master!" she cried.

The demon purred and soothed his hand over the burning skin where he had struck her.

"That's better," he said. "Now, my little servant of darkness… tell me what it is you need from me."

Malissa looked back over her shoulder and scowled at the seemingly empty space behind her.

"You know what I need."

"Perhaps… but I want to hear you say it."

Her face flushed, and her eyes brimmed with tears of frustration.

"Why must you tease me this way?"

"Because you like it. Now be a good little queen and tell me what it is that you require."

Malissa reached down beneath her body where the demon's erect member was stroking against her skin. She closed her hand around his invisible shaft and squeezed lightly, letting his hard length glide through her fingers.

"This," she said. "I need this."

"And what is this?" Beliath asked. "Tell me, woman. Let me hear you say the word."

Malissa's face felt as if it might burst into flames at any moment.

"Your cock," she whispered. "I need your cock."

Beliath throbbed in her hand.

"And where do you need it, my little wench?"

"Inside me," she breathed. "As deep as it will go."

"In that case, let us find out how deep that is."

Beliath dragged his hips back, and his right hand left her hip so he could hold himself in position. Malissa felt his cockhead working between her folds until his tip was nestled against her entrance. Then, slowly, he began to push into her, and her body bloomed for him, welcoming him inside.

"What a sweet little cunt you have," the demon said.

He could have entered her all at once, but instead it took his time with it, letting Malissa feel every magnificent inch as he slid into her, stretching her and filling her with his enormous girth. There was some pain at first—more than a little, in fact—but as the demon slid deeper and deeper inside her, that pain gradually transitioned into pleasure, until at last his tip was touching the deepest part of her.

"See," Beliath said. "I told you you could take it."

He reached forward and gathered her hair into one long rope, which he wrapped thrice around his right fist. Then he jerked her head up so she was looking at the portrait of Wulfgang. The king's expression was cold and stoic, but his eyes seemed filled with horror at what he was witnessing.

"Has he ever filled you so completely?" Beliath asked.

"No."

And to hell with him, Malissa thought, glaring at the image of her husband. All of this was his fault. He was the reason she was in this position, down on all fours and penetrated by a demon. She didn't know whether to be bitter or grateful.

"I didn't think so," Beliath said behind her, his dark voice rumbling all the way to her deepest core. "Now, my little queen, are you ready to be fucked by a demon?"

Malissa's inner walls fluttered around the hard shaft that was filling her.

"Yes."

Beliath gave her hair a disciplinary tug.

"Let's try that again, wench: are you ready to be fucked by a demon?"

"Yes, master. "

"Much better. Are you ready to be fucked hard?"

"Yes, master."

"Are you ready to be fucked deeply?"

"Yes, master."

"And when I spill my seed inside you, will you turn it into a baby— our baby?"

" Yes, master! "

"Good."

The demon began to breed her then. He drew back until only his tip remained inside of her, then he plunged into her again with enough force to knock all the air from her lungs. The taut muscles of his pelvis slapped her bottom like a paddle, and his huge, heavy bollocks swung and struck her like a flail.

He drew back and thrust into her again and again, quickening the tempo with every thrust until he was slamming into her with a rapid, brutal rhythm. Malissa moaned as the demon ravaged her. She made other sounds too. Sounds no lady should ever make. She whined like a beast in heat. She mewled, she howled.

And through it all, Wulfgang watched.

"Tell me, wench," Beliath growled as he pounded her from behind. "Has your husband ever made you come?"

Malissa laughed.

"Him? Are you kidding?"

Beliath rumbled behind her, clearly pleased by her answer. He stabbed himself into her one more time, then he held himself hilt-deep inside her and swiveled his hips, stirring his cock within her, stimulating her in ways simple thrusting could not.

"What a pathetic excuse for a king," he said. "He has the audacity to make men do his bidding, yet he doesn't even have the ability to make his pretty little wife come."

"He's not as big as you are," Malissa said. "Or as skillful."

Beliath began thrusting again, but slowly this time, letting her experience every detail of his perfect phallus as it slid in and out of her body.

"Size and skill have little to do with it, wench. Authority is the key. Tonight, your cunt is mine. I am your master, and when I tell you to come for me, you'd damn well better come, do you understand?

"Yes, master!"

She flexed her walls around him, letting him know she truly meant it. Beliath growled in response.

"Let's test your obedience then."

He let go of her hair so he could grip her hips with both hands. Then he began to throttle her again, even harder and faster than before. It seemed as if he were trying to split her in two with his cock, and it felt more amazing than anything Malissa had ever experienced in her entire life.

She could feel that hot, wet tension building up inside her again, the same sensation she had experienced last night when she had ridden Beliath's face. The difference was, tonight, he was not using his tongue to make her feel that way. He was using his cock, and he was inside her.

"Are you ready?" the demon grunted. "Are you ready to come for me like a good little wench?"

"Yes, master!" she sobbed. "Please, master—I want to come so badly!"

"Then do it. Come for me now, woman. Come all over my hard cock."

Malissa did not obey him. Not really. Obedience would imply free will, but she had no choice in the matter. The climax that exploded through her was a force of nature. It tossed her like a ship in a storm, and for a few blissful moments, the whole world seemed to spin around her.

Then the world really was spinning. When her orgasm finally released her from its grip, Malissa found herself lying on her back, looking up at the stars.

A pair of invisible hands forced her legs open.

Apparently the demon wasn't finished with her yet.

With a snarl, he entered her again and began to thrust, grinding his pelvis against her clitoris while his cock stoked all of her sensitive inner places. He grabbed one of her breasts and squeezed it hard, and when Malissa looked down at her chest, she could see the imprint of his invisible fingers kneading her soft flesh.

"Oh Crea—" Malissa started to say, but caught herself. "Oh, Beliath! "

The demon kissed her roughly, then he pulled his head back and laughed.

"You're an obedient little wench," he said. "I like that. Are you ready to come for me a second time?"

"Yes, master," Malissa said. "But this time I want you to come with me. I want you to come inside me."

"Obedient, but also demanding. Well, if it's my seed you want, then you're going to have to beg for it. Let's hear how well you can beg."

Malissa raised her hips and pushed against him, meeting each thrust of his cock with a thrust of her own.

"Please!" she wailed. "Please, I want to feel you coming inside me. I need it. I'll die without it."

She wasn't referring to Wulfgang's desire for an heir. Right now, that situation was the furthest thing from her mind.

"So be it," Beliath said.

He thrust himself into her deeper than deep, sending another intense climax cresting through her body, and this time, he joined her with a climax of his own. Malissa could feel it gushing into her, warm and thick, filling her until she was overflowing with his seed. It leaked out of her in sticky rivulets that dripped down her bottom and pooled on the altar beneath her. The demon claimed her mouth with another long, slow kiss that left her gasping when it was over.

"Beliath," she murmured. "That was…"

She couldn't find the words to describe it. Amazing. Terrifying. Completely worth an eternity of damnation.

The demon slid out of her, but a moment later he entered her again, not with his cock, but with a finger.

"Beliath!" she cried. "What are you doing?"

The demon ignored her question. He slid into her deeper, searching her front wall with the tip of his finger until he found the spot that made her moan, then he stroked her there relentlessly until she was quaking and writhing through a third intense climax.

"Last night, you said you wanted to taste me," he said.

The demon's finger slid out of her, and when she looked down between her legs, she could see it—a single, disembodied finger stained with seed, dripping tiny pearls onto her skin as it hovered toward her face.

"So… taste me."

Malissa parted her lips, and the demon's finger penetrated her mouth. She sucked it clean, mewling softly as the flavor of his warm semen spread across her tongue. She could taste herself as well, the tart flavor of her own feminine arousal blending with the demon's salted cream.

"What do you think?" Beliath asked.

"I think we taste delicious," Malissa said.

He pulled her close, and she closed her eyes, enjoying the warmth of his embrace. It was funny, she thought. Here she was, alone and naked with an invisible demon. She should have been terrified, but she wasn't. Not in the least. As a matter of fact, it was the first time she had felt safe in a long, long while. Longer than she could even remember.

"Beliath?" she whispered.

"Yes?"

"Do you think we could do it again, just to be safe? I… I want to make sure I get pregnant."

The demon chuckled from deep within his massive chest. A low, rolling sound, like the rumble of distant thunder.

"Did you think I was finished with you already? Hell, I've only just broken you in. Now lay back and spread those legs for me like a good little wench. We've still got a long, hard night of breeding ahead of us."

Malissa smiled wickedly.

"Yes, master."