Bonded For Life

The Demon's eyes were staring at her hungrily.

She swallowed hard.

"I do not have patience for insolence," he roared.

She reached for her right silk strap. In a flash of a second he was inches in front of her. He smelled like fire to her. The smell tickled the inside of her nostrils.

He held up both of his hands and showed them to her. They were masculine and strong yet elegant. He had long sharp nails. He placed his hands on her shoulders then let both of his hands roam over her soft, pert breasts. He watched her face grow hot at the blunt gesture.

Then she heard the shredding sound of material, and seconds later she realized it was her own night gown being torn by him. Her gaze followed his hands and watched as he ripped the thin material off her body. It softly fell to the floor around her in shreds. Her breathing was labored. She had no idea what to expect next.

She hadn't imagined her first time would be like this, and with a demon. It was an abomination to feel anything for this hellish creature, she told herself. She was naked in front of him now. She watched as it licked its lips like it had found a delicious morsel to enjoy.

"Tonight will bond us for life," he stated. She just looked at him, not sure of anything now. This didn't feel real. "Get in the bed." He commanded.

He stepped out of her way. She quietly walked to her large bed, and got in. Even 20 feet away the demons gaze seemed to pierce her soul. Was he going to kill her? She wondered.

She got her answer when he removed his loincloth and casually walked over to her bed like he had been there hundreds of times. The bed sank, then bounced a little from his weight. He immediately crawled between her sweet thighs. She closed her eyes, recalling what Clancy had told her about coupling.

"What the hell are you doing?" She heard him say. Was he speaking to her? She wasn't doing anything. "Open your eyes." He was speaking to her.

She obeyed. He was dangerously handsome. The white hair atop his head held a blue tint, and looked a mess in the page boy cut. His body was so warm and muscular. There was no fat on his body, just rippling muscles. He was perfect.

"You like?" He smirked, watching her assess him.

She looked away then blushed at getting caught.

"Princess, when I am done with you, you will be burning for me."

She looked at him, shocked by his words.

He leaned down and kissed her. This kiss was tender, warm, and coaxing. The gentle movements overloaded her senses. She gently mimicked him. She heard a growl. It was from him. She broke the kiss.

"No!" She said and he kissed her once more.

Her protest was lost in the kiss. His strong hands were gently stroking her most intimate places. It felt completely different from any sensation she had ever felt. His eyes stared into hers. His soul searing touch made her thoughts vanish and all was left was an abyss of desire. It was more than she could bear.

The sheer intensity of his touch. She felt his hand reach down and touch the sweetest part of her. She bit her lower lip to hold back the cry of ecstasy she felt from the connection. It was no use. Her own voice betrayed her as the cry escaped. It was humiliating. The lack of control she had with this creature.

He was looking down at her with his angelic features and flaming blue eyes. That smirk still graced his full lips. It all felt different. Then the smirk turned into a smolder. He nibbled her skin. Her body came even more alive.

"Do you like that?" He whispered in her ear, sending shivers all over.

"Y-yes," she felt herself blush.

She was ashamed to admit it aloud, it was inhuman.

She felt the wide stretch and pain of his rod when it entered her. She let out a cry of pain. She began to try to move from underneath his well sculpted physique.

"Stop that. Don't move!"

"Oh no, it hurts! Please....I.... If you are going to kill me, do it now!"

"What!" He was perplexed at her paniced words.

She was half-sobbing.

"You're a demon. You now have ownership of my soul. Aren't you going to kill me?"

"If you keep wiggling and speaking about all of this witchcraft nonsense I just might. Now, be quiet." He commanded her.

When she stopped wiggling he spoke in a low voice. "I have no desire to kill you. If anything, I want to make you feel more alive, then ever. You did summon me. And yes, we did strike a deal, but Princess everything is about freewill."

She looked at him then. "You helped me when no one else could. I am indebted to you. I do not wish to end our deal." She announced.

"Good, because I wasn't going to let you." He slowly moved in and out of her.

The initial pain she had felt subsided and in its his place was something she had never known...passion. His touch set her skin aflame. The way he worked in between her thighs made her body shatter into tiny pieces. Bliss, filled orgasms kept happening again and again. Each time she felt as if their bodies floated into space.

His flaming blue eyes became her anchor back to Earth. She knew in the morning she would be ashamed of all of this. She pushed that thought out of her mind as the demon devoured her body for a third time that night...