Demonic Combustion (part 2)
Part 1: http://www.yiffstar.com/index.yiff?pid=41759
Curled up on the small round carpet by the fire, I purred in my sleep. Satisfied from the night before, but still bothered by the unusual silence. Even in the depth of my dream the chill of a quiet sanctum always stirred me. My dreams always betrayed me in such despicable and undemanding silence. Slowly but surely I was ripped from my sleep, unable to last another minute in my lonely corner.
I sat up in the firelight, gazing around at the shadows the furniture cast upon the floor, flickering as the fire danced with its ashes. The curtains' constant rising and falling sent chills down my spine, especially because my back was facing them. Rubbing my arm I attempted to comfort myself, something that should have been Darc's job.
Darc...could I really trust him? Not like I had a choice, he was my master, but could I really trust him to not betray me yet again like he had four years ago? I should be mad at him, I thought, I should be devastated...I should kill him for his deceiving actions! But what could a pregnant slave such as myself do to prevent this? Although my abdomen was still fairly small, everything I did made me question if I killed my infant.
It was a feeling I never had before, suddenly the only important thing was to keep the growing demon inside me alive, no matter how. Darc wasn't exactly the best father, for the entire time I sat in this room since I came here. I've seen him twice; both times which he only came to feed his selfish need. He came to take what he wanted and left without another word to return again when his need returned.
Still, I could never run, for three very simple reasons: one, Darc's actions didn't manipulate the fact that I have ever only loved him; two, if I ran he or Fang would find me and either drag me back or kill me; and three, I could never take responsibility for my demon child to grow up without at least seeing his father, if only to come and rape me. Besides, I couldn't deny that I deeply enjoy it, to feel Darc so close to me.
Although concentrating on Darc's unforgivable sins made my new home slightly less creepy and somewhat more noisy, as the thoughts died, so did the fake noise and with it...confidence. I was abandoned in a room of which I had no memory of except lustful acts of sex or rape, I could no longer tell them apart. What I wanted and did not want was always out of the question when it came to me and Darc.
A loud crack in the distance the echoed through the entire vast room disturbed my mental 'sane' state. I spun around as if a gun was pointed at me to look what it was, afraid for my life. I had never been this emotional about everything, a few months ago I was a full bread assassin for Fang, killing countless pests daily and not caring what danger I put myself in. My forehead evolved to a fearful frown, straining my cat-like slits to see through the darkness of the hallway, exposed by the door which the night wind had blown open.
I could see my condensed breathe create tiny sulphuric clouds as I exhaled, the night was cold, and I only had the demonic clothes I came in; they weren't exactly 'covering me up'. Paralyzed by the fear the welled up inside me, I stood on all fours like an eager tiger, my ears fully erect to take in any noise that broke the awkward silence.
There it was again, that unbearably disturbing crack, it came from above me, it had to! Swallowing hard and closing my eyes I inhaled deeply, afraid to look at the ceiling to find something I wouldn't appreciate.
"D--Darc?" I whispered quietly, hoping it was him, or any other demon of his sanctum. A loud thud behind me made me jump. I refused to move, refused to turn around to see who it was, but still my eyes wandered to the sides of my socket in curiosity.
"Tsk tsk tsk...I'm disappointed in you kitten." An extremely fierce, smoky yet fatally familiar voice filled my ears.
"Let me fill you in..." the footsteps clicked across the floor, informing me of the nearing predator.
"...I sat in my chair, awaiting my kitten's arrival to deliver me the good news of Fertzifer's decease, when after a few days my cage is still empty." The dark voice came nearer.
"So I, being a brave and kind master, send out spies and demons too bring my pet back into my life...only to find out...and this is good..." he kneeled down behind me, I could feel his vengeful breathe drop on the back of my neck. His eyes scanning my black long hair as he leaned in closer to whisper to me.
"...That my kitten...has found herself a new master" he whispered, my eyes watered. Fang was not someone you wanted to oppose when exposed to his touch.
"Don't worry the story goes on" his voice returned to a normal tone as he slightly backed up, grabbing a bundle of my hair and feeling it.
"Willing to forgive...I myself leave my warm throne to find the bastard that fucked my kitten and stole her from me. And do you know what I find out?" he asked firming the grip on my hair.
"Do you?" he asked again through gritted teeth pulling my head back to look at him upside down. I shook my head violently, swallowing the frog in my throat.
"I find my kitten! ...but the bitch wasn't my kitten no more...she transformed into an impregnated slut who enjoyed being fucked by someone other than me!" he almost shouted, forcefully shoving me forward away from him, throwing me across the floor. I quickly turned around to look at him, not daring to take my eyes off of him and crawled away from him backwards.
He was still crouched down, his claw-like fingers holding his chin as he stared at me in cold serenity. He didn't get up, he simply starred at me crawl for my life, not even as I stood to cover my body with the black cloak. I starred at his feet, too crippled and paranoid to dare take a glimpse of his eyes, afraid to see the bottled up anger he was about to release on me.
Inhaling deeply I quickly turned to head to the barely open door, but my agility was not half that of Fangs. He dashed forward in the blink of an eye and banged the door shut right before my face, keeping his claw against the door to hold me steady, my back turned to him.
"You know kitten...I was really disappointed." He said quietly, a trace of rage leaking through his voice that rushed my blood to my brain and alarmed me to get out as fast as I could.
"I mean REALLY disappointed, I even killed my best man because of it...now how easily am I vexed kitten?" he asked, speaking to the back of my head. I wasn't sure if it was one of those questions where you simply don't answer, or if you obediently answer so I stuck to silence.
"How easily am I vexed kitten!?!" he growled grabbing my waist and spinning me around to face him, starring deep into my eyes with his deviously shining yellow ones.
"N--never Fang" I said bleakly, looking down because the sight of his expression refreshed my memories of the brutal treatment I had received from him when I had done something wrong.
"Aah, there we have it kitten...never...now why would you be fucked enough to vex me?" he growled in an even deeper, more furious tone, forcing me to my knees and grabbing me by the hair, ruthlessly dragging me across the cold stone floor towards the silk-covered bed Darc had taken me in.
I was unwillingly thrown onto the bed, I had never seen him so furious. He let himself drop on top of me, using his hands against the bed so he wasn't lying on me. Simply looking down at me with his emotionless expression, he had me feeling like a helpless child again. I breathed so mutely it seemed like I was hardly breathing at all. It took me quite some time to gather enough courage to look straight into his piercing eyes.
"How'd he do it kitten?" he asked calmly, still above me as if he was God and I was his creation.
"D-do wh-what?" I asked carefully, my voice was shaky and I felt uncomfortable looking in his eyes. His utterly evil cackle is what stirred a deeper terror in me, it was so lifeless, cold like rock bottom. He grabbed my wrists and tightly pressed them against the bed, leaning down to kiss me. I groaned in dislike and turned my head to the side, not wanting him to reclaim his 'master' status over me.
"Is that how he did it kitten?" he asked taking my wrists in one hand and using his other hand to turn my head back to him. "Did he force you to fuck him?"
I refused to answer as he wiggled his sharp tongue into my mouth sharing our saliva. I tried to free my head, pressing my eyes shut to get away. He held me steady, lowering his body onto mine, and immediately I felt the lump growing in his pants. I sobbed at the thought of being used again, but he didn't care, he's take pleasure from making me cry before he felt pity.
"No...you let him didn't you? You dirty slut, do you really think I'd let him have you just like that?" he said, rubbing up against me with his half erect cock. I whirled around like a snake, trying desperately to free myself, but his strength was simply too elite in comparison to mine.
He used his free hand to open the cloak I had on, and ran his hands along my breasts firmly. Seeing that I wouldn't give up struggling, he waved his hand over my wrists, binding them with a tight rope. In that moment, the only thought on my mind was hoping Darc would come home to put this bastard in his place, but I wasn't granted such kindness.
Fang undid my pants, to my surprise he took his time, I thought he'd be the kind to tear then straight off me. Undoing my bra he took it off, he didn't care that there was someone else's offspring growing inside me. He smirk at me deviously, coming back up to kiss me deeply, I hated his kisses. I felt a fear arise in me as his member grew to its full size, memories of the first time he'd raped me as I was only a virgin, ruthlessly taking what he needed from me, then locking me back in my cage.
It was only a few moments before his pants was off and I could feel his throbbing cock rub against my unwilling clit. Hot tears leaked from my eyes, though embraced by the cold air the open window delivered, they didn't remain hot. Fang cackled as he saw my tears, wiping them off my cheeks.
"My my kitten, you've become quite the emotional wreck haven't you? What happened to the fierce back talking heartless pussy of mine?" he asked with his smoky voice, placing his tip at my opening. I tried to resist, closing my legs tightly but I knew then already he'd simply overpower me and attain more lust from the fight.
"Poor kitten...found yourself some worthless demon to share emotions with have you?" he asked. "What did I teach you about emotions? I said...they're useless!" with that he thrust into me sternly, remarking his territory. He couldn't care less about how I felt, all he wanted was revenge.
He thrust deeper, chuckling evilly as saw my hate to his actions. He thrust deeper, as he saw my fear. He thrust deeper, as he noticed I was putting up a fight. He kissed my neck running his filthy hand along my breast, grabbing it and massaging it like he had always done. I dreaded the moment he would come inside me, the moment I'd be torn back into bondage with his scum.
"Is this how he fucked you kitten?" Fang questioned eagerly, taking me selfishly to his own desire, disregarding my lust. He wasn't even helpful enough to get me to heat,, he didn't care about my heat as long as his erection lasted its while and he could fill me up to take me back from whence I came.
I never imagined sex could be so soulless, I felt nothing, no pleasure, just pain and fear as his vastness handled me like a common street whore. He licked my cheek all the way up to my ear, snickering to his delight as he tasted the saltiness of my tears, thrusting faster, harder, deeper as he felt his pride take over more of him, closing in on his revenge.
"Do you think he'd come looking for you kitten?" Fang asked me panting and drooling on me as he pumped ever so hard, looking down at my shivering state.
"Answer me!" He shouted, punching me across the face.
"I don't know!" I shouted with a shaky voice, trying to hide my sobs, but I wasn't a good actor. He laughed at my tiny voice, leaning over me in his muscular form, closing in on his peak. My breathing paced as I prepared for the dreaded moment, feeling his jerks fasten again. I closed my eyes and turned my head to the side as if that would help, wanting him to simply get it over with quickly so I could forget it and move on. But his seed never came.
Instead, as I opened my eyes, a forceful fist punched him in the middle of his face and ripped him off me, tearing him to the floor. Darc grabbed him and punched him multiple times, he could've ended it in a second if he wanted to, but he wanted Fang to suffer. Finally, as he'd done enough damage, Darc looked at the pathetic excuse of a demon bellow him and shot him one last dull glance before he raised his eyebrow and said:
"I'd search every last dark valley to find the bastard who laid a fucking hand on her!" Fang could no longer out himself because as Darc had finished, he forced his claw into Fang's chest and closed his fingers around his emotionless heart until it suffocated.
I now sat on the bed, my hand bound behind my back, not sure if to cry or laugh. I was shocked out of my mind as I heard what he said, the fact that he and the floor were now covered in blood were unimportant. I was still catching my breath from the past act, but my fear disappeared and was replaced by a secure and safe feeling.
Darc tore his hand from Fang's chest, ignoring the blood that gushed out onto him. My mouth was open without my recognition, still unable to believe what had just happened. Darc got up and made his way over to me, not a word escaped his mouth as he undid the rope my hands were bound by. His expression remained blank, and his mouth remained tightly shut. Silence filled the room as he threw the rope away from me and simply stood there.
I was still too stunned to speak, I had no words worthy enough to say aloud. I simply sat there, feeling his body heat building up beside me, but I did not look. I pulled the cloak around me to cover my naked body because the cold air seemed so much colder in the silence. My eyes moved to the side to peek, but my head refused to turn to his attention.
I could smell the blood all over his body, but somehow it stirred a long for lust in me that I had been a stranger to until then. Finally, I managed to turn my head, looking at his muscular six pack as he stood before me, reeking of the plasma of my ex-master. He looked down at me, just his look made me heat up. It was like I lost all control of my senses, but all of his sins were forgotten, and I knew he could smell my scent by now; it was unavoidable.
"Did you mean it?" I finally begged. The corner of his lip evolved into a mischievous smirk as he bent over and stole a most passionate kiss. The last time he had kissed me like that was four years ago when we first met. I grabbed his neck and pulled him forward, laying down on the bed and forcing him on top of me. As fast as my cloak had been closed, it was ripped open again, welcoming the gentle yet harassing touch of my significant other.
I found myself loving the fact that he refused to wear a shirt, his bare back aroused me sensationally. His hand wandered down my side, exposing my body to a lustful touch that made me jerk in the slightest because of the desirable chill it gave me. His claws gently scratched along my hip, digging under the thick layer of silk to grope my rump, lifting my body further onto the bed.
I almost went wild seeing his muscles flex to life me, or the way the wet blood made his muscular shape shimmer in the firelight. My pussy began to pain, begging Darc to enter, my nipples had long since become rocks and my lips quickly locked with his at the sight of his advocating eyes.
My hands found their way along his powerful arms, all the way down to his claws firmly gripping my rump. I grabbed one of his hands and moved it along my body to deliver me with a lustful shock that made me arch my back. Letting go his hand he drove it down my front and began petting my bud, kissing my chin and moving down along my neck.
I could barely keep myself from moaning, I couldn't believe how needy I felt. Darc felt my wetness and was surprised at how quick I had gone from completely bleak to unbearably ravenous. His boner was no longer hidden as he noticed how turned on I was, he was lying on top of me, leaning on his free hand and using his other to please me, for the first time selflessly.
I could feel his stiff forming and gaining on size, and wanting nothing more but to be taken by him, I didn't hesitate to rip his belt from the sockets in his baggies. My hips automatically moved to the rotation of his finger between my lower lips, and I began to pant and shake uncontrollably. Barely steady enough to unzip his pants, I used my feet to pull them down, digging my fingers into his back and scratching outwards as a heat wave overtook me.
Between us was a mixture of blood and my juices, but I found myself liking it; it felt so bad, so wrong. Darc kissed my neck as I began to rub his member with my trembling hand. He lightly bit into my shoulder, not enough to wound me, but enough to make me shudder in want. I moved my hand faster along his cock, feeling his finger between my legs drive into my hole.
He refused to stop there, moving down to lick my stiff nipple, fingering me still until I began to moan so effortlessly that he could no longer resist his own needy desire. He turned me over, removing his fingers from my shaft and quickly replaced it with his throbbing dick.
I pushed my hands against the bed, arching my back upwards, delighted by the feel of his body closely sticking to my back while jerking into me. I felt my body grow tenser as his thrust became more powerful, forcing me to shudder and tremble at the overwhelming pleasure he sufficed me with.
His hand grabbed me breast, kissing the back of my neck and long thrust filled me with the need for him to go deeper. I knew it wouldn't be long until I'd experience my first fully bloomed orgasm, and I wanted nothing more than to feel my walls penetrated by his fruity seeds. My body contracted, unable to take the intensity of him so fully inside me like no one had been before.
Darc's sweating body rubbing against mine, we both breathed uncontrollably fast, feeling more like one. I closed my legs further to tighten my canal and make the pleasure greater, knowing he was about to climax. He humped faster, curling his back as he jerked into me to his delight.
I dropped my head, clawing at the silk sheets and rotating my hips as I could no longer hold my climax. I came there and then, hugging his cock with my juices and no later I felt a hot jot of seed spill deep into me as his thrust slowed. I frowned because I could think of nothing else to do that would help me maximize the orgasm. The feeling I had was too great to let go. He let himself fall onto me, panting in complete exhaust.
I could tell that he had worn himself out, it pleased me to have delivered my master with such unique bliss. His hand was still grabbing my breast and he remained in me for the time, both too exhausted and too amazed to let go. Lying there covered in blood, surrounded by our own heat with Darc still kissing the back of my neck, I was full of gratification.
"Every word" He whispered into my ear, answering my question. My insides burned for him, I could swear I never thought that a murder would fill me with so much satisfaction.