Page 11 of The Halo & the Heathen
Shaking my head, I thrash against him. The need welling deep inside me is a different kind of pain.
Claws pressing into my skin, his hips bearing down into mine.
I hate him for being right about everything. I hate myself for wanting him.
My voice breaks when I say, “Please.”
“Please what, pest?”
“Please let me come.” I squirm, trying to get closer… getmore.“Please fuck me until I scream and fill me with your cum.”
He stills, tipping his head down to meet my eyes. “Is that what you want? Or are you lying to me again?”
I screw my eyes shut as desire draws the truth of my need from me. “Defile me, Demon.”
Chuckling once more, the demon dips his head and licks the side of my face. “I’ll defile you pest. And before I’m trough with you, you won’t be fit to go back to the life you had before.”
Hands tight around my wrist, he fucks me and I keep my eyes closed as pain turns to pleasure.
They fly wide again when his tail slips around my throat, tightening. My pussy tightens on him.
“I knew you like that.” He laughs darkly against my skin. “I’m starting to think you’d like anything I did to you.”
The more he squeezes, the closer I get, until his brutal thrusts and the tension around my throat bursts that bubble of pleasure.
My cries echo through the vault, joined by his dark laughter as he fills me.
“You’re a demon’s slut now, pest. Don’t think you’ll ever be able to forget, or escape, what you are.”
I don’t need to forget.
Even in this haze, I look at the halo.
Miracles require sacrifice.
“That is not for you.” He tears a shred of fabric from his hip and ties my wrists.
The smile on his dark lips scares me.
He hooks my hands on a low crook of rocks and starts tying me more.
Strips of my ruined dress turn into ropes as he binds my hands and feet, tying me up so there is no chance of escape.
I let him do as he pleases and stare at the halo.
I can’t lose sight of it.
No matter how long it takes… no matterwhatit takes. Iwillsteal it.
Imps & Expectations
I expectthe sharp grip of claws on my skin, but the demon doesn’t pick me up to take me back up to his perch.
He turns and hooks one horn beneath the rope at my wrists and the other in the one that holds my ankles and a sharp breath leaves me as he stands, taking me with him, dangling behind him as he goes.
I don’t know if he’s larger than he was or I am smaller. I don’t know how any of this works, but as I swing with each step, surprise gives way to exhaustion and the drowsy heat of hell makes my eyes too heavy to keep open.
The support of those ropes, the rocking sway… it’s too easy to fall asleep again.
