Chapt 3
1377 Words
Chloe
“F-fck, oh yes,” I gasped, barely able to breathe, my walls clenching greedily around him.
Maeltryn’s grin turned primal. His eyes gleamed, glowing crimson as he held himself deep inside me, grinding his hips just enough to make me feel every thick, pulsing inch.
“Perfect,” he growled, his voice low, dangerous. “Tight… hot… soaking wet…”
He leaned down, his mouth brushing my ear as his hips rolled, his c0ck grinding against the deepest, most pleasurable spot inside me.
“And mine. Say it again.”
I could barely think, my body trembling, completely at his mercy.
“Yours… I’m yours… your queen.”
A low, satisfied growl rumbled in his chest as he bit down gently on the side of my neck, marking me with his teeth just as his c**k claimed me from the inside.
Then he started moving.
Hard. Deep and relentless.
His hips slammed into mine, the sound of skin against skin echoing through the room as his c**k drove into me over and over, filling me to the hilt, dragging along every sensitive inch until I was gasping, moaning, begging without shame.
The black tendrils held my wrists tight, my thighs spread wide, completely open for him as he used my body exactly how he wanted — rough and possessive, like he was staking a claim that could never be undone.
“That pathetic ex of yours?” His voice was a snarl, his thrusts never slowing. “You’ll forget him. You’ll forget everything but this c**k stretching you, making you c*m so many times you’ll only remember my name.”
I could feel it — the overwhelming build-up, the unbearable pressure curling deep in my belly as his c0ck dragged along that perfect spot again and again.
And then I felt it — a bulge, thick and hard, pressing at my pssy as his c0ck swelled, knotting at the base.
“M-Maeltryn—”
“Shh,” he growled, his hips grinding deep, his D knotting tight inside me, locking us together. “You’ll take it. Every drop. Every knot. I’ll fill you so deep, so full… you’ll never forget who owns you now.”
The heat burst inside me as he came, it was thick, hot and endless, filling me until I could feel it leaking, dripping down my thighs, my body trembling beneath him as my orgasm hit vi0lently and overwhelming.
I screamed his name as I shattered again, my nails digging into the tendrils restraining me, my body completely wrecked, filled and owned.
Maeltryn’s hand slid, possessively cupping my throat as he leaned in, his glowing eyes locking onto mine.
“My queen,” he whispered, his voice low, dripping with dark satisfaction. “You’ll never need anyone else again.”
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The Next Morning
My legs barely worked.
Every step from my apartment to the street felt like I was learning how to walk again… probably because I’d spent most of the night pinned under — or against — a seven-foot demon king with a tongue and c0ck designed to ruin a woman.
But I wasn’t complaining. I loved every second of it.
Slipping my coat on, I made my way down the familiar street toward the crooked little voodoo shop. I needed to thank Mrs. Zozo — hell, maybe buy her flowers. That book changed my entire life.
But when I reached the faded storefront… something was off.
The windows were dark. Empty. Dust coated the glass like it hadn’t been touched in months.
The door? Locked.
Confused, I turned to the little electronics pawn shop next door. A man leaned against the doorway, scrolling his phone.
“Hey… um, do you know where the woman from the voodoo shop went? Mrs. Zozo?”
The guy blinked at me like I was nuts. “That place? It’s been vacant for six months, sweetheart.”
My stomach flipped. “What? No, I was literally in there yesterday. She sold me a book.”
His brow furrowed. “Nah. The last tenant was a florist — left town. That shop’s been dead since.” He shrugged. “You sure you weren’t… dreaming?”
A cold shiver ran down my spine, but then… the soreness between my thighs reminded me exactly how real last night had been.
Maybe Mrs. Zozo wasn’t real. Maybe she was something else. A trick. A test.
But whatever.
I couldn’t wait to get home.
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Back Home
The door barely clicked shut behind me before I felt him.
A flash of dark smoke. Hands grabbing my hips. My body yanked off the ground like I weighed nothing.
“My queen returns,” Maeltryn purred against my throat, his voice soft like velvet. “Did you miss me?”
Before I could answer, he pinned me against the wall — my back pressed to the cool surface as his shadows coiled around my wrists and ankles, spreading me open mid-air.
My coat slipped off my shoulders, and in seconds, I was bare again — stripped for him, floating against the wall, helpless, dripping with need.
Pleasure me, my king.
His glowing eyes devoured me as his tongue slid out — that long, hot, forked length that sent heat pooling between my legs instantly.
“Welcome home,” he growled, pressing his mouth between my thighs.
His tongue licked every inch of me — slowly curling deep inside me, dragging over my cl!t, teasing, worshipping, claiming me again and again.
My head fell back as moans spilled from my lips, my hips rocking helplessly in his grip.
“My master,” I gasped, breathless, lost in him. “My soul owner… take all of me.”
A wicked grin stretched across his face as his tongue f****d me harder, shadows tightening around my wrists.
“Gladly.”
And he devoured me all over again.
His tongue slid from my soaked pssy, leaving me trembling, breathless, spread wide and suspended helplessly against the wall.
“Look at you,” Maeltryn growled, eyes blazing red, licking his lips as he stood. “Wet, desperate… and mine to play with.”
With a snap of his fingers, his c0ck was free. His shadows loosened and I dropped lower.
He pressed his tip on my waiting pssy, teasing and grinding smearing my love juice all over him as I writhed in his shadows.
“Say it again,” he commanded, his voice low. “Whose soul? Whose body?”
“Yours,” I gasped, my hips rocking, begging without shame. “Yours, my master. My soul… my body… all of me.”
His eyes darkened with satisfaction as he thrust forward, burying himself inside me in one brutal, perfect stroke.
“Yes—!”
My head slammed back against the wall as his c0ck stretched me wide, filling me completely, pressing so deep I could feel him claim places no one ever had.
The shadows held me still, legs spread wide, as he slammed into me again — using my body like it was made for him.
“Mine to adore,” he growled, his hips snapping forward, driving deeper, rougher, the sound of skin meeting skin echoing through the room. “Mine to ruin. Mine to fill.”
My cries filled the air as he took me there, pinned and helpless, his c0ck pounding into me with ruthless precision, every thrust forcing me higher, closer to the sun.
One hand slid up my throat, fingers tightening just enough to steal my breath as he leaned in, his fangs grazing my jaw.
“You’ll never belong to anyone but me now,” he snarled against my skin. “You’re my queen… my perfect, needy little human toy.”
His c0ck swelled, as he fcked me harder and rougher, chasing both our release.
I shattered first — back arching, walls clenching tight around him as my 0rgasm ripped through me.
With a growl, he thrust deep, his knot locking inside me as he came. His shadows finally loosened as he cradled me against his ch
est, still knotted inside me.
“My queen,” he whispered, kissing my temple. “And you’ll never escape me now.”
And I never want to.
~The End~
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