Chapter 16

CHAPTER 16

"W ell," said the demon. "You're a little early, aren't you?"

It was not yet the equinox. The night was overcast, so Beliath couldn't use the stars to calculate how much time had passed since his last summoning—but then, he didn't need to. The little dark-haired queen was standing before him, naked in the candlelight, and her body told him everything he needed to know. Based on the slight protrusion of her belly and the subtle enlargement of her breasts, it had been approximately one fortnight since he had seen her last.

What a night that had been.

Thirteen times he had bred her fertile body, and every fresh load he had spilled inside had been bigger than the one before. When he had finally allowed her to leave the darkstone ring, her legs had been as wobbly as a newborn fawn's, and her thighs had been dripping with his pale seed. It had been overkill, but it had obviously worked. The woman was pregnant now—pregnant with his offspring—and she looked even more beautiful than ever.

"I'm aware that it's not yet the equinox," she said. "I didn't come here to free you."

"Oh?" said Beliath. "Then why have you summoned me?"

The little queen didn't answer, but she didn't really need to. As Beliath saw it, there were two possible answers. Either she needed another favor from him, or she simply wanted another hours-long ravaging. Based on the way her face suddenly reddened, Beliath knew which one it was.

He laughed and stretched his muscles the way a mortal might do after waking from a long nap. Meanwhile, down between his legs, his cock did a little stretching of its own, just as it always did in the dark queen's presence.

Of course, she couldn't see that. As usual, Beliath was keeping his body hidden from her view. He decided to give her a glimpse.

"Is this what you came for?" he asked.

Then he made his cock visible, along with the heavy sacs hanging down from the base of his erect shaft. The queen's eyes instantly widened, and her lips parted in a gasp. The expression made Beliath throb with arousal, and a drizzle of sticky serum leaked from his tip, eliciting a second, softer gasp from the queen.

Great hell, she was gorgeous. Beliath thought he could make himself come just by looking at her. He didn't even need to use his hand. How would she react, he wondered, if he suddenly painted those luscious breasts with his seed? He was tempted to find out. She was standing well within range.

But he restrained himself.

No point scaring her off before he'd had a chance to play with her.

"That's what I thought," Beliath said, making his prick and balls vanish again. "Too bad. If it's another ravaging you crave, you'll have to earn it. That's the thing about us demons—we never do it for free."

The queen blushed again, but this time it did not seem to be from shame. Her face hardened into an angry scowl. Obviously his teasing had annoyed her.

"So you're saying you're a whore?" she asked.

Beliath just laughed at that.

"Fine words coming from a woman who sold her body to a demon."

Her face turned an even deeper shade of red.

"That is not what happened," she said. "I bought your help with a promise to free you, a promise I intend to fulfill come the autumn equinox. As for the things you did to my body, that was a… a necessary evil."

Beliath smirked.

Technically, the little queen was correct about their agreement, but he still remembered how, after each round of mating, she had desperately begged him for another, and another, and another.

"A necessary evil," Beliath agreed. "And yet, here you are again, many weeks ahead of our appointed meeting. Do you deny that you have come here tonight seeking pleasure?"

The queen looked away angrily and began to pace in a circle around the outside of the darkstone ring. Beliath savored the way her naked body jiggled with every step.

"You did something to me," she said.

"I remember. I did it to you thirteen times, to be exact."

"That's not what I mean!" She whirled to face the center of the ring again and tapped a finger against the side of her head. "You've done something to my mind. You've placed some kind of enchantment on me to make me… to make me…"

She let her words trail off.

"To make you what?" he asked, amused.

The queen didn't answer. Instead, she turned her face away to hide her ever deepening blush. It gave Beliath a chance to admire the fullness of her bare rump.

"Let me guess," he said. "You lie awake all night thinking about me, wishing I was there in your bedchamber to satisfy all of your deepest, darkest desires. To lick you with my tongue. To fondle you with my hands. To fuck you good and deep with my hard cock until your lovely little cunt is once again dripping with my hot seed."

She glared at him over the top of her smooth, perfectly formed shoulder.

"Foul demon."

"Don't be such a hypocrite, woman. My words may be foul, but the thoughts I'm describing are your own."

"Only because you put them there!" she shouted. "Now I want you to make them go away! I don't want to have these thoughts anymore!"

"Are you sure about that?"

"Yes," the queen answered, but Beliath heard the hesitation in her voice.

"Well that's too bad," he said, "because I didn't place any enchantment on you, aside from the death-curse, which I will remove when you set me free come the equinox. Any impure thoughts, however, are yours and yours alone."

It was true. He had not placed any enchantment on her. He had simply done too good a job fulfilling his end of the bargain. It had been a problem in the past with other mortal women. The priestesses who had bound him to this shrine used to bring him virgins as offerings. Those virgins almost always ended up becoming priestesses themselves. Once they'd had a taste of the demon, human males simply couldn't satisfy them.

The queen spun to face him again.

"You're lying!" she said.

"I'm not lying, little queen. You don't have to believe me. Just be honest with yourself. Did you come all the way out here tonight to yell at me about enchantments, or did you come to experience the pleasure you know only I can give you. Search your feelings, woman, and you'll see the only one lying to you is you ."

She started to say something, but then she stopped and lowered her eyes to the ground.

"You've ruined me," she said.

"How? By giving you pleasure no mortal man could ever hope to give? I can give it to you again, Malissa, but you will have to earn it. As I said before, I do not give away my services for free."

The queen lifted her eyes.

"What must I do?"

Beliath's cock jumped with arousal.

"You are a haughty little queen," he said. "Everywhere you go, your subjects kneel before you. Now it is your turn to kneel. Step into the ring with me and get down on your knees, wench. I'm going to put that pretty little mouth of yours to work."