9. Kael

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KAEL

Chapter 9 - Rodeo

Kael

S tanding over the pathetic worm's mutilated body, covered in blood that is still warm, the last thing I expect is for Serena to jump on me, her lips crashing against mine with the wild abandon of a storm. Yet, that's exactly what she does, her hands gripping my shoulders, her body pressing against mine with a need that matches my own.

I groan, a deep, guttural sound that rumbles through my chest. My cock, already familiar with her warmth, springs to life, straining against the confines of my stone-like skin. Her soft breasts, now mashed against me, send jolts of electricity through my veins.

"Fuck me," she begs, her voice a desperate whisper that fans the flames of my desire.

I pull back just enough to look into her eyes, darkened with lust and something else—a feral need that mirrors my own. "Did you like what you saw?" I tease, my voice a low rumble.

Her response is a whimper, her fingers digging into my arms. "Fuck me, Kael," she pleads, her words stoking the fire within me. "Right fucking now."

With a growl that echoes through the ruined room, I lift her and slam her down onto the remnants of a table, the wood groaning under our combined weight. My hands, rough yet gentle, tear the dress from her body, the fabric no match for my strength. The sound of ripping material fills the air, mingling with our heavy breaths.

"I'll get you a new one," I promise, my voice a harsh whisper against her ear. I can't help but admire the way her body responds to my touch, her hips arching to meet mine.

She moans, her head thrown back in surrender. "I don't care about the dress," she gasps, her hands tugging at my hips, urging me closer. "I need you inside me."

I oblige, positioning myself at her entrance, my eyes never leaving hers. The world outside fades away, leaving only the two of us, the heat of our bodies, and the raw, unbridled passion that binds us together. With one swift thrust, I bury myself deep within her, claiming her as mine, and mine alone.

Her gasp of pleasure fuels my movements, each stroke driving us both closer to the edge. "Oh, gods."

The world around us blurs into a haze of urgency and desire. My fingers find her bouncing breasts, their softness a stark contrast to the hardness of my stone-like skin. I grip them firmly, my claws gently grazing her sensitive flesh, eliciting a moan that resonates with the primal rhythm of our coupling.

I feel her pulse quicken under my touch, her need escalating with each thrust. My hand instinctively moves to her neck, my fingers wrapping around its slender column. The pressure I exert is just enough to send a thrilling shiver of danger through her, a reminder of my strength and her vulnerability.

"Kael," she gasps, her voice a strangled cry as I drive into her with an intensity that borders on savagery. Her body tightens around me, her orgasm building to a crescendo that threatens to consume us both.

"Come for me," I command, my voice a low, throaty growl. And she does, her inner walls clenching around my cock as she releases a scream that echoes off the stone walls.

But the fire within me is far from quenched.

"More," she insists, her voice needy and desperate.

I oblige, flipping her onto her stomach with a swift, easy motion that belies my gargantuan strength. Her hair is a tangled web, and I tangle my hand into it, yanking her head back as I enter her from behind.

Each thrust is a testament to my need for her, a raw, unfiltered expression of possession. "You're mine," I snarl, punctuating each word with a powerful drive of my hips. "This sweet pussy is mine."

"Yes," she cries out, her voice muffled by the stone table beneath us. "Only yours, Kael."

Her words stoke the inferno within me, and I feel my own release building. I degrade her with words that should shock but only seem to fuel her desire. I praise her for her surrender, for the way her body responds to my touch, my dominance.

With a final, brutal thrust, I reach my climax, spilling myself inside her as she milks every last drop from me. We collapse onto the table, our bodies slick with sweat and sex, our breaths ragged and labored.

Yet, as the aftershocks of our passion subside, I find myself still hungry for her. I roll onto my side, pulling her close. "I can't get enough of you," I admit, my voice a low rumble in the quiet aftermath of our lovemaking.

She turns to face me, her eyes dark with lust and satisfaction. "Take whatever you want from me, Kael," she murmurs, her hand tracing the contours of my chest. "You own me."

Her words ignite a fresh spark of desire within me, and lift her into my arms, pinning her against the wall.

The sight of my seed seeping from her folds ignites a primal hunger within me. I growl, the sound rumbling deep in my chest, as I rub the head of my cock against her slick entrance. The sensation of her wetness against my skin is a potent reminder of our raw, unbridled claiming—a claiming that will be repeated as many times as I desire.

"You're dripping for me," I rumble, my voice thick with lust. "Your body knows its master."

Serena's response is a breathy whimper, her body quivering in anticipation. I grasp her hips, my fingers digging into her soft flesh, as I position myself at her entrance once more. With a single, powerful thrust, I sheathe myself inside her, eliciting a cry of pleasure that echoes through the chamber.

Each drive of my hips is a testament to my relentless need for her. I can feel her trembling, her strength waning as I fuck her with an intensity that leaves no room for thought, no space for resistance. She is mine, a vessel for my pleasure, her body a playground for my desires.

"Kael," she gasps, her voice a mere whisper against the cacophony of our passion. "I... I can't..."

"You can, and you will," I snarl, my thrusts never ceasing. I am merciless, my only thought to possess her completely, to imprint myself so deeply within her that she will never know another.

Her moans grow louder, her body writhing beneath mine as I force her to the brink of ecstasy. I can feel her orgasm building, her inner walls fluttering around my cock, but I deny her release, wanting to draw out this exquisite torment for as long as possible.

"Please," she begs, her fingers clawing at the stone wall behind her, seeking purchase against the relentless onslaught of my lust.

I lean in, my lips brushing against her ear as I continue to pound into her. "What do you need, my little human?" I tease, my voice a low, seductive purr. "Tell me, and it's yours."

"I need... I need to come," she pleads, her voice desperate and needy.

A feral grin stretches across my face as I give her what she craves. "Then come for me," I command, my thrusts growing erratic as my own release approaches. "Come for your gargoyle master."

And she does, her body convulsing around mine as she screams my name, her voice echoing off the stone walls. The sensation of her climaxing around my cock sends me over the edge, and with a final, powerful thrust, I explode inside her, filling her with my thick, hot seed.

I hold her there, impaled on my cock, as I ensure every last drop is forced deep into her womb. The thought of her fertile body ripe with my child sends a fresh wave of possessiveness coursing through my veins. She is mine, and I will not allow any other to claim what is rightfully mine.

As her body goes limp in my arms, a satisfied grin spreads across my face. I have claimed her, marked her, ensured that she will never forget who she belongs to. And as I pull out, watching my seed trickle down her thighs, I know that this is only the beginning.

"You are mine, Serena," I murmur, my voice a low rumble of contentment. "And I will never let you go."

"I…" she trembles, nearly mindless from being my precious fucktoy. "I love you, Kael."