Page 40 of Demonic Delights

I join her, laughing until my pawn’s chest hurts, and the sound of our glee bounces off the walls and resonates throughout the chapel hall, the flickering candlelight dancing on the stained glass of the windowpanes and our long shadows jerking with hysterics on the ground.

I waste no time, already undoing my belt buckle before I get off my knees. Straightening up, I let her legs slide down my waist until her meaty thighs rest in the palms of my hands, her ankles crossed behind the small of my back, their soft little heels digging warmly into the flesh of my arse. I ram the head of my cock into her so hard that she jerks upwards with the rattle of her chain.

She yelps when I hit her cervix, her eyes rolling back with the intensity of the impact and her face contorting both with pain and pleasure. Her sharp little canines are protruding beneath her plump lips, their coat of red lipstick smeared and uneven, her glistening pink tongue resting in her mouth. Irresistible.

I press my lips onto hers, our teeth colliding and noses getting in the way as I plunder her with my tongue and my cock, reaching between her arse cheeks to work the beads in and out of her tight hole. I keep her head trapped between my face and the stone cross so that she can’t pull away from me as I keep invading her mouth until her loud moans and whimpers are reverberating down my throat, and she’s trembling against me uncontrollably.

“Your vow,” she rasps before she even takes a breath when I finally pull away from her.

I grind and gyrate, her protruding hip bones digging into my pawn’s stomach.

“What?” I ask.

“You said an oath binds you. I want to know its words.”

I only growl in response, the sound a guttural rumble tearing from deep within my chest.

“I want you to fuck me really hard and recite your vow,” she mewls, her expression a blissful agony. “Please, I want to hear the words that made you who you are.”

Her eyes are sleepy, cat-like, horny slits, squinting up at me with what may look like a plea, but really is a command, because how could I refuse that magnificent creature anything at all, in this world or another, when she is mad with craving me, when she has led me through the gates of the Enemy and let me brand her as my own right under his sight. When she’s going to carry my son.

I bend my knees, sliding out of her until only the quivering head of my cock remains inside of her convulsing cunt.

“Let rivers flow crimson with the blood of youth ...”

Words rolling from my tongue, my voice raspy with lust and my cadence flat and forbidding, I grab her hips firmly and jerk her down at the same time as I straighten my legs, driving into her.

“Let screams of a thousand virgins fill my halls.”

The chains clang and her cries rattle the stained windows, and I don’t wait for them to die out before I’m rutting into her again with unhurried force, bottoming out.

“No joyful voice be heard, no hopeful day be lived.”

Our bones crunch against each other, and ecstasy cuts through me like a blazing sword, and I have to squeeze my eyes shut and bite my lip to stop the monumental waves of pleasure that are coursing through me and threatening to overflow.

“Fires of damnation shall eat their land, and their fields shall lie barren and bare,” I grit through my clenched teeth, and Roxana’s ecstatic shriek winds itself through the gravelly sound of my timbre like wisps of smoke sifting through jagged rocks.

“An eternal night shall descend upon them in a rain of ash.”

Rhythmically, I ram into her, and her pussy meets me halfway, seizing around me in greedy throes and pulling me so deep into Roxana’s raging hot body that I no longer know where she ends and I begin. Each sharp slap of our flesh is like the fall of a hammer as we forge an inferno to rule over between us to the ringing chimes of the chain against stone.

“Hear the mortal wails of dying days, for I am a descent into the deepest pits of Hell.”

Thrust.

“There be no mercy for those born in blood and bound in bones.”

Thrust.

“Their hearts be turned to stone, their dreams to smoke, their hopes to dust.”

My balls start to throb, and my dick gets so engorged that I feel lightheaded from the way it seeps blood from the rest of my body—my pawn’s human body, mostly pathetic but wonderous when between Roxana’s legs. And I’m no longer fighting the freefall of my climax and instead let it pulsate through me.

“Forsaking all light, I make my vow to darkness.”

Roxana tips over the edge at the same time, throwing her head back sideways so that it rests on the crossbar, her eyes closed and her mouth gaping open in a mute scream. And as my release gushes out of me, her walls spasm violently, jerking every drop of my cum from me until there is none left to give, her voracious womb sucking all of me into its fertile depths, depleting me so thoroughly that for a few heartbeats I lose the grasp on all my senses and I detach from my pawn’s feeble shell and I am blind and deaf and shapeless.

“For I am become a mercenary of everlasting death,” I finish in a hoarse voice when I regain my shaky consciousness.