The Alpha's Celestial Hellhound

Sinful Union

Chapter 12

Sinful Union

CONTENT WARNING: This chapter contains mature content.

(Diana’s POV)

The mattress of Valefar’s bed was like a slab of hot stone, but it didn’t matter. Valefar kneeled between my legs and I wrapped them around his waist. He broke from my lips to kiss down my neck, over my collar bone, between my breasts.

My fingers gripped his hair while my other hand made quick work of his buttons. I could feel his smile against my skin, making me tingle, making me wet. I pushed the shirt off his shoulders and he shook it down his arms, exposing his chiseled body; like he was sculpted by an artistic incubus.

I pulled off my low-cut top, thinking Valefar might admire my choice of lacey, black bra, but there wasn’t a moment to even see it. In an instant, my bra and I were pinned against his chest. The hooks were undone with practiced dexterity, and the undergarment I had painstakingly picked out was tossed into the fireplace.

A disappointed whine slipped past my lips as embers devoured my bra, but Valefar’s greedy grin widened. “I’ll get you a new one,” he promised, before his tongue sought out a particularly sensitive spot on my neck. My body arched into him as soon as he licked it.

“M-master,” my breathing was already hot and heavy.

He sucked on my neck and it made my n*****s harden into pink peaks. My poor breasts were jealous that they weren’t being played with. Valefar let them suffer, choosing to tear off my pants instead. I lay on my back, watching him unbuckle his belt and slide off his own clothes. Nothing was left on, besides his boxer shorts and my panties.

Valefar’s body was soon poised over mine. I hoped I was a buffet laid out for him, but I struggled to read the look in his eyes. Struggled to make out what he thought of the loyal little hound spread upon his bed.

He stroked my cheek. His caress trailed down the contours of my body. Who could have known that such a horrifically powerful man was capable of feather-light touches? It made me feel as though all the wrongs in my life had been righted.

Delicate, long fingers slipped beneath the fabric of my panties. I bit my lip as he gently parted my folds, rubbing against my entrance while his violet eyes locked with mine.

“My, my,” Valefar whispered. He pushed the first finger deep inside of me. I let out a moan and blushed even harder. “You’re already this wet for me.” The finger retracted, but quickly reentered me with another one. I tried to swallow my second moan, but it was no use. Valefar probed me again and again, sweetly building speed.

He stoked the passion inside me, taking care of that little bundle of nerves with his thumb, even with my panties restricting his movements. I wanted him to keep going, to push me over the edge. Cruel that he was, Valefar’s hand pulled away from my p***y before I climaxed.

The demon admired the slick covering his fingers in the firelight. “Virgins always taste so sweet,” and he licked my arousal off of himself. “Mmm,” eyes closed, he savoured the taste. “You might just be my sweetest yet.” His teeth were fierce points when he flashed them at me in a serpentine smile.

“M-master,”

“Oh, Diana. I’ve never seen you look so… vulnerable before. So submissive,” he lowered his head next to my ear. The breath of his words tickled me. “All mine.”

I yelped when my underwear suddenly burst into flames. It turned to ash, barely singeing my flesh, but still leaving a visible mark. I didn’t have time to scold him. Valefar seized one of my breasts with his mouth, teeth teasing the bud at long last. I was teetering between the worlds of pain and pleasure, but pleasure thankfully won.

One of his strong arms held me, the other tore his shorts away. I didn’t have a good angle to see the beast he had just unleashed, but I could feel the thick python press against my thigh. My palm reached down to feel his c**k and I choked as I could barely hold it in one hand.

Precum painted my grasp and I did my best to work his shaft. Up and down as he shared his attention between my t**s.

In a sweeping movement, Valefar grabbed my wrists and bound them to the bed, above my head. His hips moved into position but he hesitated; he looked me in the eyes. A human emotion flickered across his face and his voice came out in a low rumble.

“You’re sure you want this?”

My heart was sent fluttering into my throat. “Y-yes, Master. Y-yes, Valefar. Please… do this to me.” Make me feel wanted. Desired. Let me claim an Alpha in my own, screwed up way. Let me have a mate in our topsy turvy world.

Valefar nodded and he eased that pulsating rocket of a c**k into my soaked entrance. I stretched to accommodate him, and he burnt hot against my delicate, velvet skin. My limbs locked around his flawless form and I let him break my virginity. A sharp pinch that quickly surrendered to a feeling of fullness and warmth. I was relaxed in his embrace.

He burrowed deep inside of me and started to thrust in and out, dizzying my senses with unbridled passion.

We kissed, we embraced, we became one.

Orgasmic waves drowned me at the exact same time Valefar pumped me full of blazing lava. Ropes of c*m, boiling hot, filled me up but I was riding ecstasy - there was no pain, only unholy satisfaction.

“f**k-”

I lay on the hard bed, spent and sweaty. Valefar made sure every drop dripped into me. Afterwards, he collapsed beside me and stroked my hair when I curled up to him, resting my head on his chest. Valefar’s c*m smoldered inside of me and I wondered if I was actually burnt, but I didn’t care.

I was falling in love with my demon Duke.

“That was… amazing,” I panted, knowing my words didn’t do it justice.

Valefar wasn’t breathless. He nodded his head, holding me close, staring numbly at the ceiling. “Nothing beats a virgin,” he mumbled.

After a while, I knew I needed to clean myself up and check for any damage. He had been gentler than I was expecting, but s*x with a demon wasn’t straight forward. I unstuck myself from his side and moved to grab the remains of my clothes.

“So, who did you pick for Seraphine?” I asked, trying to pretend we were a normal couple.

Valefar let out a gravely sigh and copied my actions, grabbing his own clothes to cover his modesty. “None of them were good enough… So I’ve decided that I’ll breed her myself.”

My soul froze over. “What?”

Valefar looked as happy as could be. “I’ll put a monsterous, demonic werewolf in her womb. An absolute abomination? Yes. But I’m the only one who meets my criteria, my standards.”

His chuckle churned my stomach. I had to bite my tongue to prevent the bile spewing out all over his bed. “But… I… Master, I’m confused. What was… what did we just do?”

“Hm?” He looked at me over his shoulder, as though I was an afterthought. A bad taste left in his mouth. “I scratched your back, you scratched mine. You didn’t want to be a virgin anymoure and, well, I had to make sure I could f**k one of your kind without straight up killing you. Thank you for being my guinea pig.”

“I thought you were going to be my mate?!”

“Oh, right… Diana, I reject you as my mate, yadda yadda, whatever you dogs tend to say,” he waved me away and put his shirt back on. “But do let me know if you end up pregnant with a little abomination as well. I’d love to see it.”

Valefar opened his bedroom door and gestured to the hallway. “I have some business to attend to, so you best leave.”

I sat there, stunned. There was no point arguing with Valefar. I tried to get my clothes on quicker, but Valefar came over and grabbed me around the neck. My life flashed before my eyes as he lifted me up.

“I said, leave,”

“M-my clothes-”

“I don’t care.” He tossed me into the corridor, ass bare, t**s out. Eyes were on me, but I couldn’t bring myself to look around. I shifted into my wolf form and thanked the sliver of kindness Valefar had that let me shift.

I trotted down the corridor, pads of my paws pattering away. I wanted to cry.

Not because I had been used, but because I still loved Valefar, even after that.