19. Catandria

19

CATANDRIA

G etting revenge, and watching Javan’s eyes light up with every slive of my blade, makes me crave him.

“Oh, Javan,” I say, straddling my lord, feeling the coolness of the throne beneath me. The general, once a towering figure of terror, now lies at our feet, a testament to our triumph. His breaths are shallow, his body a canvas of our vengeance. The scent of his blood, metallic and rich, fills the air, mingling with the heady aroma of power that clings to Javan and me.

My fingers trace the contours of Javan's chest, the muscle beneath firm and unyielding. I am acutely aware of the power that thrums beneath his skin, a constant reminder of the transformation I have undergone. I slip from the throne, kneeling before him, my hands deftly unfastening the clasp that holds his breeches closed.

His cock springs free, and I can't help but marvel at the huge sight. It is as formidable as the demon himself, a symbol of his unbridled power and virility. I meet his gaze, a smirk playing on my lips as I lean forward, my breath hot against his flesh.

"My lady," Javan groans as I take him into my mouth. His hands tangle in my hair, guiding me, his hips bucking ever so slightly with each stroke of my tongue. "You honor me with your... eagerness."

I pause, pulling back just enough to speak, my voice laced with wicked delight. "And you, my lord, have honored me with your guidance. It is only fitting that I show my appreciation."

Javan chuckles, the sound echoing through the vast throne room. "Your appreciation is noted, and thoroughly enjoyed. But I wonder, what would the general think of your... gratitude?"

I glance over at the general, his eyes wide with horror and disbelief. The corner of my mouth curls into a cruel smile. "I think he's finally realized that he is no longer in control. That his reign of terror has come to an end."

Returning my attention to Javan, I take him back into my mouth, my movements deliberate and measured. I revel in the sounds of pleasure that escape his lips, in the way his body tenses beneath my touch. It is a potent reminder of the power I now wield, a power that I have claimed through pain and pleasure, through blood and bone.

Javan's voice interrupts my thoughts, his tone teasing yet filled with an undercurrent of desire. "You know, my dear Catandria, there is something incredibly arousing about watching you take control like this."

I release him from my mouth, my hand continuing to stroke his length. "And why is that, my lord?" I ask, my voice husky with anticipation.

"Because," he replies, his eyes gleaming with lust and amusement, "it reminds me that I have chosen the perfect partner. A partner who is as fierce and as formidable as any demon in Glacies."

His words send a shiver of excitement down my spine. I am no longer the timid girl who was taken from her village, no longer the broken woman who was used and abused by the dark elves. I am a demon, powerful and unyielding, and I am exactly where I am meant to be.

I rise to my feet, positioning myself above Javan once more. "Then let us continue to prove just how perfect a match we are," I say, lowering myself onto him, feeling him fill me completely.

I rise and fall upon Javan's cock with an abandon that would have once shamed me. But I am no longer that woman. I am Catandria, reborn in fury and power, my body a vessel for the dark, delicious ecstasy that only my demon lord can provide. His hands roam my flesh, stoking the fire that burns within me, his lips and teeth claiming my nipples with a ferocity that sends shivers cascading down my spine.

"Ah, Javan!" I cry out, my voice echoing through the throne room, a triumphant banner of my liberation. His fingers find my clit, circling and pressing with an expertise that draws my pleasure to a fine, exquisite point. I am lost in the sensation, in the raw, unfiltered power that courses between us.

"You are mine, Catandria," Javan growls, his voice a low rumble that resonates deep within my chest. "Mine to cherish, mine to command."

I throw my head back, my hair cascading down my back like a waterfall of gold. "And you are mine, my lord," I reply, my voice a sultry purr. "For as long as the stars shall burn, I will stand by your side."

His laughter fills the room, a sound as dark and rich as the shadows that cling to his form. "A fitting tribute to the queen you have become," he says, his eyes gleaming with pride and satisfaction.

I increase my pace, my hips moving with desperate rhythm. Javan's grip on me tightens, his claws pricking my skin, a reminder of the wild, untamed nature of the creature that has claimed me. I am unafraid. I welcome the sting of pain, for it only serves to heighten the pleasure that threatens to overwhelm me.

"Javan, my love, my lord," I pant, my body coiling. "I give you everything. My body, my soul, my unending thirst for vengeance."

He captures my lips in a fierce, claiming kiss, his tongue delving into my mouth with a possessiveness that leaves me breathless. "And I," he murmurs against my lips, "give you a new world to conquer, a new life to savor."

Our bodies move as one, a dance of power and passion that obliterates all thought, all reason. We are two halves of a whole, two souls forged in the crucible of chaos and strife. Together, we are invincible.

"I am yours," I whisper, my voice trembling with the force of my impending release. "Now and forevermore."

With a final, powerful thrust, Javan sends me spiraling over the edge. My orgasm crashes over me like a wave, my body convulsing with the intensity of it. Javan follows me into the abyss, his roar of fulfillment a primal, savage sound that reverberates through the very marrow of my bones.