Dark Intent

Chapter 8

His hand locked at her waist, an unnatural strength that held her against him as she tried to push away, his hips snapped up thrusting into her causing her to whimper. It’s then she felt something else s**t she’d forgotten about his f*****g tail, which now was teasing at her entrance, against his c**k, was he going to – before she had a chance to think it shifted position and was working its way into her ass. She squirmed but his arm kept her pinned, first, the smaller tip, which helped ease him in, her ass giving way to the thicker part of him, she had done anal before but the way she felt so full in that moment was enough to send her brain into another place.

He began to thrust up into her as his tail seemingly copied the same motions, her body was pushed to new heights, and her hips began to rock against his tandem motions, never in her wildest of dreams had she imagined a scenario in which she was double penetrated by a demon and its tail, and yet the more that thought lodged in her mind the faster her body climbed, again she came, he slowed for but long enough for it to subside slightly before continuing the rough deep pounding, both his tail and his rigid length stretched her beyond anything she had ever felt as he body plunged into another violent orgasm. Again he didn’t relent and sent her into a third orgasm.

Finally, he stopped and slowly she felt herself coming back down, as he lay under her, his eyes taking her in. She knew he wasn’t finished with her as his tail withdrew, she suddenly felt empty. He urged her from him and she sank to the mattress.

“I…. didn’t think any man could…..” She murmured in thought.

“Could?” The way he used the words sent a shiver through her.

“Make the world make sense?” She sighed softly “Here with you, nothing seems to matter, despite knowing I…..” Again her thoughts trailed off….

He didn’t rush her as his hand traced her thighs slowly, she shuddered, she wondered what he was thinking, but suddenly she wondered why she still felt herself, as she looked at him.

“What bothers you, Miss Reynolds,” He asked.

“You keep calling me that for a start,” Her words came sharper than she meant them but he merely smiled in response.

“What you rather I called you? Prey, Mouse, Slut, Rabbit?” Every word had an effect.

“Sara,” She replied “But why am I still OK? Every girl who sleeps with you ends up insane,”

She sat slowly, watching him as he gave nothing away. His eyes settled on hers as he watched her for a moment, she could almost see the thought process, he simply smiled and slid his hand to her throat pulling her down into a kiss.

The way he kissed her made her entire body shudder as she whimpered from the sheer depth, his tongue probed her mouth, wrapping and stroking over hers. She returned the kiss before his hand caught the back of her hair, his eyes flickered hungrily now.

It drove her wild how easily he could manipulate her, and moments later she was bent over with him behind her, he placed kisses down her spine, before moving over her ass and then down her thighs, she was wet and without even being close her could taste her, she wondered for a moment what the scent of her would do to an Incubus? The thought quickly evaporated as his tongue touched upon her heated core, then teased and danced over her before dipping into her heated centre, she cried out with pleasure and had in truth not had many guys even bother, yet he was devouring her like she was his last meal.

Finally, he straightened up behind her placing one hand on her hip as the other guided himself back into her, his hand slipping her hips as he began to thrust in deep and hard. She tried to keep herself up as his hands gripped her hips, using them to pull her back impaling her with every inch, as she felt her body rise he slowed, once again taking her from the edge and letting her return to a more controlled state.

“P… please …” She whimpered “Use me for your pleasure, sir!”

It was as if he didn’t need further encouragement and shifted his rhythm driving into her, her arms gave way as she buckled to the bed inadvertently changing the angle and allowing him deeper as he drove into her with force, she was moaning now time before her moans became screams as she was lost in the pleasure he delivered. As she looked back at him and was losing herself in bliss she saw the dark length of his tail curl up before landing on her ass with a sharp sting causing her to whimper, again it snapped into her flesh, he used his tail as a whip as he slammed into her. Her mind blanked for a few moments at the mix of pain and pleasure before she felt it snake under her to rub and flick against her n*****s, every action driving her higher and higher.

She came again as her hands curled into the sheets crying out, her back arched pushing into him as she clawed at the bed her body desperate but for what? Before it hit her with so much force she barely had time to register the thought before the words left her lips.

“Please Sir, please c*m inside me!”

His grip on her hip tightened as he drove into her his thrusts becoming harder, as if he were trying to force himself entirely inside her. With one final thrust she felt the warmth of him coat her insides, the moment he did she came with more force than she ever had, her entire bucking wildly as a scream tore from her lips. She shuddered before collapsing into the bed. She lay there as her body trembled she felt the shockwaves of her release.

He lay beside her, drawing her close into his embrace as she nestled her head against his chest. His head nestled atop her as his hand gently traced through her hair, soothing her as she listened intently to his words.

"It was needing the right person, someone who willingly knew what she was offering," he stated softly.

His words reverberated in her mind, causing her to pause and reflect. Slowly, the realization dawned on her. Despite the risks and uncertainties, she had desired this all along. From the moment she had been assigned the task of unravelling his true identity, a curiosity had sparked within her, growing with each revelation. And now, as she lay here with him, she understood that something unexpected had begun to unfold, a connection she hadn't anticipated, yet couldn't deny.

"So you need me to willingly offer myself," she replied softly, her voice tinged with a mixture of apprehension and intrigue.

As she lay beside him, nestled in the warmth of his embrace, his words carried a weight that reverberated through her being. She traced patterns on his chest, feeling the rise and fall of his breath beneath her fingertips as he spoke.

"It allows the transfer of energy," he explained, his voice gentle yet burdened with the weight of his truth. "The more your mind resists, the greater the damage. But if you don’t resist, your body can recover. I only need a small amount of your energy to sustain my life force."

His admission hung in the air, mingling with the scent of their shared passion. Sara listened, her mind grappling with the implications of his words. She had willingly offered herself to him, surrendered to the depths of their desires. And yet, beneath the surface of their intimacy, lay a profound truth that both bound them together and set them apart.

As she looked into his eyes, she saw the echoes of regret and longing, the shadow of a past that haunted him still. And in that moment of vulnerability, she understood the complexity of their connection. It was forged in the crucible of shared experiences, shaped by the choices they had made and the paths they had walked.

In the quiet intimate journey of their shared space, Sara felt a sense of acceptance wash over her. Here, in the arms of the one she had chosen, she found solace in the knowledge that they were in this together. Their was far from over, but as they faced the uncertain future ahead, they did so united by a bond that transcended the physical and reached into the depths of their souls.