41. Chapter Forty-One

Chapter Forty-One

Rayven

Before I could obey Belial’s order, his large hands wrapped around my calves, completely engulfing them. With an eager growl, he pried them open.

“That’s right, my treasure,” he said in an eager growl. “Show your Lord all he owns.”

I licked my lips, allowing him to spread me as wide as my thighs would go.

It didn’t feel wrong, being this exposed to him anymore. Sure, he was a monster in every sense. He was going to eat me, but I was going to thoroughly enjoy being devoured.

I held my breath as I watched his terrifying maw part. His teeth dripped with thick beads of saliva, covering my thighs and pelvis, dripping into the thatch of hair between my legs.

“Remember when you hated me so fucking much, you could barely stand to look at me?” His voice vibrated over my skin, making my flesh pebble with goosebumps.

How could I forget? It hadn’t happened all that long ago. It was funny, how quickly everything could get flipped on its head.

I nodded, and an evil chuckle rolled from the depths of his monstrous body. “I think it had less to do with kidnapping you and more to do with you refusing to admit how much you wanted me to own your heart, your soul…” He painted a long lick over my slit. “And your sweet cunt. Even after I ripped out your pathetic mate’s spine.”

Another lick. A delicious shiver shot down my back, and he laughed again, the rumbling sensation vibrating through me and making my nerves light up like a circuit board. “Hells, especially after I ripped out his spine and fashioned you a crown from it. You look so fucking sexy draped in the bones of unworthy men.”

If that line hadn’t robbed me of all my breath, his tongue thrusting into my pussy did.

The wet muscle slipped inside, filling me. I could feel every twitch as he flexed it, the new feeling sending ripples of pleasure skittering down my limbs. When he curled it inside me, searching for my G-spot, I twitched so hard, I nearly slid out of the throne.

With a dark chuckle, the tongue slid out of me, and I repositioned myself, panting and eager for more.

“Grip my horns if you need to, little human.”

I reached for the tines of his antlers, the girth so huge, it was hard to get a handle on them. They weren’t like the smaller set of charm-covered antlers of his other form.

The tip of his black tongue lapped and circled my clit for a few teasing licks before plunging back inside, deeper than before. It thrust in and out a few times, copious amounts of saliva and arousal dripping down my ass to coat the seat of his throne.

Then, a new sensation had my back arching, a scream of pleasure lodged in my throat.

His split tongue. It parted inside me, rubbing me at different angles I didn’t even think were possible to reach.

I came with a strangled moan, the brutal orgasm sending me flying back to the surface for some of the most intense seconds of my life.

It was mind-obliterating bliss.

As my breath turned short and frantic, his claws gripped me tighter, biting into the soft flesh of my thighs.

He held me tight enough to leave bruises, and I found myself hoping they wouldn’t fade any time soon. I loved the idea of being covered in his marks.

The heat from his monstrous appendage probing around inside me consumed me. I dropped my head back onto the backrest of his throne and moaned as he thrust into me at a diabolical pace.

“Fuck!”

My cunt clenched around his tongue, and he released a low and throaty groan directly into me.

His tongue was unrelenting, twisting and twirling and splitting inside me, seeing how much I could stretch for him. I knew he was training me to take his monster cock, and I was eating up every depraved second of it.

My monster feasted on me like I was his last meal, his hands spreading my legs wider while pulling me up so my ass barely touched his throne.

My entire body turned to putty in his hands, and my eyes crossed with the overload of pleasure.

“Fuck, fuck. Oh, sweet Jesus, fuck.”

At that, he pulled out of me, snickering as he slathered one last lick up my center. “Jesus? There’s no earthly savior here, Rayven. Just the demon who owns your soul. Forever and always, your prayers will be made out to me. Isn’t that right?”

I gave him a sloppy nod, and he purred with approval. “That’s right. Now, tell me who owns this pussy?”

“The Lord of Bones.”

“Good girl,” he praised in his gravelly cadence. “And who does your soul belong to?”

“The Lord of Bones.”

“That’s right, my grave treasure.”

He ran his tongue between my breasts, teasing the fresh scar on my chest. “And who does this heart beat for?”

“The Lord of Bones.”

Suddenly, he released me. I fell back into his throne, a tiny “omph” knocked from me. Before I could adjust, his arm banded around my waist and plucked me into the air.

He held me against his side, tucked up under one arm like I weighed nothing as his free hand worked to loosen his pants. Sounds of tearing fabric filled the air as his patience ran thin.

He sat down on his throne and pulled me into his lap, guiding my knees so they clamped around his hips.

I stared down at his erection, seeing his monster form’s cock in real life for the first time.

Fuck. This motherfucker really was hung like a horse. I found myself transfixed by the ribcage-like ridging on the underside of his shaft.

Recalling what the texture felt like in my dream and imagining what it would feel like in reality just about broke my brain.

I had sex with his monster form in the plum dream and, as real as that felt, it had been less daunting fitting that thing inside me.

“I… I’m not sure that thing is gonna fit.”

“You’ve done it before.”

“Yeah,” I snorted. “In my wildest dreams. Literally. There’s no weird sex magic to make you fit, is there?”

He gave a chuckle of his own. “No, but it will fit. And if it doesn’t, I’ll enjoy training your sweet little mortal holes to be better about taking your Lord’s cock in all his forms.” He patted his thigh. “Now, settle down on your throne, my queen.”

Tamping down on my nerves, I reached down to fist him. My thumb ran up and down his shaft, feeling the texture of his ridges.

Oh, fuck me. I was not built for taking a dick like this. RIP to my vagina. Worst case scenario, I’d die from too much monster dick. What a way to go . Though Belial would probably just revive me so he could do it all over again.

“You can do it,” my monster encouraged. “Your body is so needy and desperate for me, you’re sopping wet.”

His clawed hands gripped my hips, but he didn’t force me to take him, instead allowing me complete control. I lined him up with my center and slowly speared myself on his cock. He sat back, his horns tipping back as a lusty moan rolled from his throat, spurring me on.

I went at my own pace, sliding him inside me inch by inch.

My hips lowered, writhing to work him inside me. The entire time, he talked me through it, purring and murmuring his dark little praises. “Fuck… Look at you. You take your Lord and Master so well.”

My thighs trembled as I sank the last inch of him inside me. My eyes rolled back into my head as the texture of his demonic cock rubbed against my walls. I fluttered and twitched around him as I settled, and he growled his delight at the way I sheathed all of him.

He reached up, his large hand wrapping around my throat with just enough pressure to have me moaning. “You look so damn beautiful impaled on your king’s cock, my treasure.”

I panted, his cock stretching me to my limit, but, fuck me, was the pain delicious.

To my disappointment, his hand dropped from my throat, but I noticed a blue chain forged from magic now wrapped around his fingers. The rest of the chain formed, attached to a magical collar around my neck.

My eyes widened, and he laughed, a wolfish, sadistic laugh that had me wet and burning, ready for friction.

“You will no longer wear a collar, not like the one I made for you before. As there is no more danger to you in the Hells, I don’t need to track your every step. But, while you’ll wear a crown before our subjects, you’ll still wear a collar for me when it pleases me. Do you understand?”

I nodded, and he licked my lips with that monstrous appendage, the split sections dancing over my flesh. “Good. Now be a good slave queen and ride your demon lord.”

Grabbing his shoulders to steady me, I slowly moved my hips up and down. The pain quickly dissolved into delicious heat as I stretched around him, molding to his massive girth. A moan fell from my lips as Belial’s massive hands gripped my hips. He helped me ride him until I was a trembling mess on top of him.

“What a good little cock sleeve you make.” He chuckled, the booming sound filling my head and sinking straight to the place where we were connected. He gripped my hips harder, the magic chain digging into my flesh as he dragged me down onto his cock.

“I’m going to fuck you so deep, you’ll taste me.” He leaned over me, the fire in his eyes consuming my vision and making little beads of sweat pebble my skin.

Here I was, wearing the crown made from the bones of my ex, riding the cock of Death himself, all while souls from the River Styx drifted by as our audience.

It was so fucked, and it was perfect.

Belial rocked his hips up to meet me, increasing his pace until I shattered. I cried out, my voice echoing off every polished surface in the throne room and shaking the bone chandeliers.

Belial’s pace became frantic as he fucked me through my orgasm, and a second later, he came with a roar, filling me to the brim with thick jets of hot cum. I quivered on his cock as he held me down, keeping me impaled on him as he emptied every drop of monster seed he had to give.

So full.

So complete.

The spell he’d used to create the chain and collar faded.

We stayed like that for several peaceful beats, the only sound in the throne room our heavy breaths and the sounds of rushing water from the river.

He began to shift beneath me, his broad form shrinking as he took on his human form with his cock still sheathed inside me. The silver charms on his antlers clinked together as he canted his head to meet my gaze.

“I’d move the stars for you if you asked it of me, Rayven.”

Gods, I loved this monster. I loved him to the point of pain. He was darkness, he was death, and he was mine.

He gripped my chin, searching my eyes with a flicker of concern in his own. “After everything that’s happened…I want to know if you're okay.”

I considered his question for a moment before answering. “If I wasn’t fine, what would you do about it?”

“Hmm. Everything I’m capable of, and I’m capable of a great deal. Teach you magic. You can peruse the Soul Library as much as you’d like. You can visit your father’s book or any others you wish to see. I’ll show you every inch of your new realms, allow you to do whatever you wish with them. Build your perfect sanctuary or burn them to the ground for all I care. Whatever your heart desires.”

“What else?” I tipped my face to his, a seductive smile cresting my lips. “If none of that works?”

“I’ll fuck every torment from your mind and fill you so full of me that there won’t be anything else. I’ll fuck you so thoroughly, all that will be left is you and me, Rayven.”

You and me.

A grave robber and the lord of death and bones. Who would have thought?

“I guess that doesn’t sound too bad,” I mused with a grin, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. “I can spend an eternity or so as your queen.”

He laced his fingers with mine, bringing them up to brush his lips across the backs of my knuckles.

“And somehow, an eternity doesn’t feel long enough. No matter how much time passes, you’ll always be my little thief, my human, my Queen of Carrion.”

The End