life, began to tremble as he continued to suckle her
determinedly, flicking his tongue over the sensitive tip. She was struggling to
catch her breath by the time he turned his attention to its mate.
There
was no bracing herself for the onslaught. As repulsed as she was by the evil in
Onyx, her body had no conscience. It sang beneath his touch, soared. Moisture
gathered in her vaginal passage, welcoming his possession and when he reached
his hand down to probe her once more, he grunted in satisfaction.
Shifting,
he pressed his hard cock along her cleft, searching, finding the passage that
quivered with need in spite of all Nari could do.
Pain
shot through her as he lunged, plunging deeply inside of her in one powerful
thrust and rupturing her hymen as he claimed her. She screamed, the euphoria he’d created vanishing instantly. He looked down at her with Onyx’s
eyes in Xalen’s face, his gaze calculating, impatient, filled with lust.
Slowly
the pain subsided, became a dull throbbing. Twisting, he began to tease her
flesh with his mouth and tongue once more. Gradually, beneath his persistence,
her body responded until she was gasping with need once more, squirming beneath
him. He began to move then, thrusting his cock deeply inside of her,
withdrawing slowly and thrusting once more. Euphoria intoxicated her, building
inside of her in an ever tightening band until she felt her body could not
continue to withstand the ever mounting pleasure, until she felt her body
trembling, reaching for appeasement.
Without
warning, the bubble that had been building inside of her toward explosion, erupted. She screamed with the force of it,
feeling as if it would rend her body into tiny fragments, feeling such white
hot fire and power explode forth from her that she feared for many moments that
when it ceased to flow outward from her that there would be nothing left but an
empty shell.
Around
her, she heard the shock waves spreading outward, heard the terrified screams
of the cult members who had gathered to watch, heard Onyx roar in pain.
It
continued rippling outward, jerking from within her. Her flesh heated, a sheen of sweat coated her skin in response, and still the
ruptures of ecstasy rolled from within. Something had happened, different from
her orgasms before, as if having demon flesh inside her had awakened an
innermost part she hadn’t known existed.
She felt
that part now, called it forth, but there was no controlling it. A crack of
thunder shook the cavern walls, bouncing through the cavern in a deafening
echo. Her eardrums spasmed.
Her mind
whirled dizzily, and she blacked out. For how long, she couldn’t know. When she
opened her eyes at last, she discovered she had not imagined any of it. The
room around her was decimated, burned, the bodies of the cult members crumpled.
Nari sat
up in surprise, discovering the manacles were broken, twisted fragments now.
Disbelief
filled her as she stared at Onyx, far across the room now, struggling to rise.
She looked down at herself, but she didn’t have so much as a scratch. What had
happened?
She
screamed when Xalen materialized beside the altar. He caught her arms, giving
her a slight shake. "Nari! You summoned me!"
Nari
swallowed with an effort. "Is it … really you?"
He
frowned, pulling her close as he surveyed the damage to the room; the dead and
dying cult members, the blackened walls, the blasted stones. Seeing Onyx, he
released Nari. She caught his arm. "No. Let him go."
His lips
tightened. "He is weak now. If we allow him to go, he will grow strong
again."
Nari’s
chin wobbled. "Please, just take me home."
After a
moment, he nodded and scooped her into his arms. Grateful, Nari wrapped her
arms around his shoulders, burying her face against his neck. A sensation of
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