Chapter 37

CHAPTER 37

B eliath's heart swelled with pride for his mate, even as his cock swelled with lust. He had sensed for some time now that she had a wickedness inside her, but he had not realized until this moment just how deep that wickedness ran. He cradled her face in his hands and stared into her beautiful, dark eyes, which reflected the inferno blazing around them. Over the roar of the flames, he could hear the murmuring voices of the crowd watching from the edges of the courtyard, but he paid them no mind. His attention belonged to her, and her alone.

Great hell, what an incredible creature she was.

Beliath had to admit, he felt a twinge of guilt that he had not been present to protect her from the king who had tried to harm her and the unborn child inside her, but he was pleased to see she hadn't really needed his aid. She had passed through the fire unscathed, and she had just murdered the poisoner without flinching. Beliath could not have found a better mother to bear his offspring.

She was perfect in every way.

He was eager to mate with her again, but he hesitated for a moment, simply drinking in the sight of her. She had always been beautiful, but now, in her new form, she was even more beautiful than before. Her long hair had been devoured by the flames, but in its place she now sported a pair of lethal looking horns, and the feathers of her wings shone like black silk. Her talons bit impatiently into the flesh of his chest, but the pain only sent his desire soaring to new heights.

"Come, angel," he said, leading her back to the vertical wooden post at the center of the inferno. "Let me worship you."

"Worship me first," she said. "Then I'll come."

Beliath smirked at his mate's impudence. He had half a mind to bend her over and spank her into submission right here in front of the so-called king and all his subjects. But there would be time enough for spanking later, with hands and paddles and whips. There would be time for all manner of delicious punishments. At the moment, however, Beliath simply wanted to taste her. He needed it, the way mortals need food and water. For far too long, he had been deprived of his mate's sweet nectar. Now he intended to have his fill of her.

He shoved her back against the post and dropped to his knees in front of her, sinking into the heap of glowing coals and charred wood. Sparks swirled around him, and flames licked at his bare thighs and aching cock, but he didn't feel them.

The only heat he was experiencing now was coming from his perfect, pregnant mate. She had ignited something inside that was far more intense than any physical fire.

He smiled up at her.

"Hold onto me, angel. Your demon is hungry, and he may not be able to control himself."

He felt her tiny fingers wrap themselves around his horns, and his whole body throbbed with increased arousal. Before this day was through, he would feel those fingers wrapped around his fat prick. He would feel her mouth too, and her cunt, and her tight little ass. He would fuck her and use her for his pleasure while the crowded looked on.

But her pleasure would come first.

He would not rest until he had tasted it.

With his right hand, he helped her lift one leg and hooked it over the top of his shoulder. Then he pressed his face between her thighs and began his feast. The fire had left her smooth as silk down there, and her labia were slick and swollen with desire. The demon licked her deeply, letting his long, flexible tongue glide along the groove of her parting. Then he focused his attention on her clitoris, sucking that sensitive nub between his lips and strumming it with his tongue-tip until she was moaning and uttering all manner of blasphemous oaths.

Around them, the crowd gasped and murmured at the spectacle. Beliath wondered if the king was watching. He hoped so. Maybe the creepy little bastard would learn a thing or two—not that he would ever have a chance to put that knowledge to use. There was no way in hell Beliath was going to let that bastard leave here alive.

"Oh fuck!" the little queen shouted above him. "Don't stop, Beliath. Please don't stop."

The demon had no intention of stopping. Not until his beautiful angel had climaxed all over his face a few times. He retracted his middle claw and thrust his finger inside her as deep as it would go, fucking her and stroking her wet inner walls while his lips and tongue continued torturing her swollen clitoris.

"More," the queen gasped greedily. "Give me more."

Beliath smiled as he licked her cunt. She was still a demanding little wench. The fire had failed to burn that out of her. Normally, he would have immediately punished the woman's brattiness with a good, hard spanking, but this was her day. She was his angel, he was her supplicant, and he would give her anything she asked of him. Anything at all.

He shoved a second finger inside her, and he flexed them both in an alternating rhythm, stroking her front wall with an even greater intensity. Her body was stronger now than ever before, and her cunt squeezed him so hard it hurt. He couldn't wait to feel that strength squeezing his cock.

But first things first…

Beliath stroked and licked her until he sensed she was approaching her peak, then he quickly withdrew his two fingers from her dripping cunt and pulled his lips away from her throbbing bud. The female whined pitifully at being deprived so abruptly, but the deprivation did not last for long. A moment later, Beliath locked his lips with her own, and he forced his tongue inside her as far as it would go. The whines became moans of desperate, wanton pleasure.

"Oh!" the little female shouted. "Oh, Beliath, it's so deep."

It was very deep indeed. A man's tongue would not have been able to penetrate very far beyond her entrance, but Beliath's long, flexible appendage was able to reach farther than that. Much farther. His forked tip flickered against the very deepest part of her.

Come for me, my darling , Beliath told her with his mind. Come on my tongue. Come in my mouth. Let me taste the sweet wine of your pleasure .

She gave him what he asked for.

Her climax was loud and wet, and the bittersweet liquor that gushed out of her sent Beliath's own arousal spiraling out of control. Between his legs, his hard cock pulsed, jetting long ropes of white semen that hissed and sizzled as they landed amongst the burning coals.

A stirring ran through the crowd. Beliath had been so focused on his angel's perfect cunt, he had all but forgotten that they had an audience.

Time to give them a real show.

Beliath rose with a roar. He pulled his demon queen close and kissed her fiercely, letting her taste herself on his tongue.

"Did Wulfgang ever make you come like that?" he asked, loud enough for the whole courtyard to hear.

His dark angel grinned.

"Hell no!" she shouted. "That old goat could barely make himself come, let alone a woman."

Laughter rippled through the crowd, and Beliath laughed along with them.

"I guess I'd better show him how it's done. Turn around, angel."

The woman didn't waste any time obeying his command. In the space of one quick heartbeat, she spun around, placed her hands against the burning post at the center of the pyre, and bent over, presenting her round backside like an offering. Beliath accepted it with a growl of approval. He clutched her wide hips with both hands and thrust into her fast and deep. The fire swirling around them was hot, but her body offered a different kind of heat, one that made his whole body tingle with arousal, from the tips of his horns all the way down to the ends of his toes.

"Great hell, you feel good," he growled. "Even better than before."

"So do you," she whined. "I've missed your cock so much, master."

Beliath grinned darkly.

"My cock has missed you too, my sweet angel, but now you are reunited. Are you ready to accept my seed inside you?"

The queen looked back at him over her shoulder, and her eyes gleamed in the firelight.

"I'm willing to accept anything you wish to give me, master. Pleasure or pain, I'll take it all. My body is yours to do with as you please."

"In that case…" Beliath said.

He drew back until only his tip was inside her, then he drove himself into her again, savoring the sweet, slippery sensation as her warm flesh ensheathed him a second time. He drew back and thrust again, and again, gradually increasing the tempo until he was pumping into her hard and fast, and the mounds of her ass rippled with each impact of his pelvis.

"Who does this cunt belong to?" Beliath snarled. "Say it loud, so all can hear."

"It belongs to you," Malissa wailed. "You and nobody else."

"That's right. Your cunt was made for me, woman, and my cock was made for you—and I shall give it to you, from now until the end of eternity."

Beliath fucked her hard, and he fucked her deep. He pounded her with his cock until her hot juices were flowing out and dripping down her thighs. The female mewled and howled with ecstasy, and Beliath fed upon her pleasure until he was crackling with magical energy—energy which he sent coursing through the castle courtyard.

When Beliath had been released from the soulstone a few minutes before, he had planned on killing every living soul within Drachenval. Now he was having a change of heart. His mate was not just a queen, she was a goddess, and a goddess needed followers—followers who would venerate her in the proper fashion.

As the demon cast his spell, the noises from the crowd began to change. Gasps and murmurs were replaced by moans of rapture and the sounds of clothing being shed. Soon a wild orgy was raging around the pyre where Beliath was impaling his little mate.

The vision must have excited her, because her inner walls began to flex and squeeze around his thrusting shaft, sucking him like a mouth, milking him for his seed.

"Come inside me," she begged. "Please, Beliath, it's been so long since I felt it last. I want to feel it so bad."

"As you wish, angel."

He thrust into her again and unleashed a flood inside her, pulse after sticky pulse, until she was overflowing with his seed. Her walls fluttered around him, and her legs quivered as she matched his climax with a climax of her own. When they were both finished, Beliath took hold of her black wings and pulled her upright against him.

"My beautiful angel," he whispered.

"My wicked, wicked demon."

He moved his hands around in front of her and caressed her swollen belly as they surveyed the scene together. The flames had finally begun to die down, and they could see the crowd of revelers, naked and writhing all around the courtyard.

Then Beliath's eyes alighted upon a solitary figure who was not joining in the orgy. Indeed, the man did not seem to be moving at all. It was the king. He was lying on his back with his fallen crown beside him, and his right hand was clutching his chest. His lifeless eyes were open wide, staring blankly at the heavens above.

Beliath doubted that was the direction the man's soul had gone.