Chained to the Devil’s Daughter (Mating the Elements #1)

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Ash’ren

I needed to see it in her grasp. Needed the only person in this damned world I trusted to be in total control of my pleasure, and pain.

Firefly wielded the instrument beautifully, like a queen about to punish her most loyal subject with pleasure. The flogger was affectionately named Marshmallow for the fluffy white strands interspersed with leather, all enchanted by a Landen naturist to never lose its luster.

My sanity was as intact as ever, for as much as that was worth. The sight of her above me, cunt bare and red under a sheen of slick, had my cock dribbling all over itself.

“Do you remember the nonverbal cue?” Searra asked, sauntering toward me, toying with the strands lazily. I nodded and demonstrated by stomping my right foot two times. “And the phrase?”

“Fluff.”

“Good boy.”

“ Fuuuuuck , Firefly, I am gonna knot you so fucking hard after this.”

Every voids-damned time she called me that made my knot burn. I would be anything for her, despite how my wrists struggled against the restraint of my own fucking magic. Submitting to Searra was as primal an instinct as rooting a baby inside her. It was letting go of all the bullshit from the day. Releasing my desperate hold on control. Like giving up for a little while and trusting that my Firefly would take care of me.

“That’s no way to speak to your queen, naughty little demon.”

I was not little. We both knew that. I was an uncivilized brute, but she ran her hands along my muscles with such gentle care that I could breathe easier, and I would be her little demon for a little while.

Searra trailed soft kisses down the column of my throat, across my broad chest, then further down my abdomen. She settled between my legs, which she spread wide, and eased my knees straight on the floor. With every kiss she placed lower and lower, her ass stuck higher in the air. My balls tightened, eager to send scalding batches of come into any hole she proffered.

So. Fucking. Perfect.

I licked my lips. Fucking fuck, how I wanted to reach out and grab that protruding ass and slam her forward until she fell face first on my cock. I could hear her sweet little gagging sounds now, imagine how they’d force my load down her throat before she was ready. But I’d been commanded to be still.

Marshmallow sat patiently beside us while Searra warmed every inch of my exposed flesh with her hands and lips, each touch sending lightning bolts to my neglected cock. She reached my thighs, massaging and kissing them as she peered at me askance, part of her face obscured by my aching cock and throbbing knot. It bobbed with her movements, sometimes tapping the side of her face or kissing a little strand of wetness on her forehead.

She slid onto her belly, her feet kicking playfully in the air like she was some innocent thing and not my sex-crazed mistress doling out punishment. Then she goes to fucking town on my sac, feasting on each ball with such fervor that my vision tunnels and my cocktip steadily dripped over her face.

“Fuck!”

Searra sat back and reached for Marshmallow, looking alluring as fuck with her face glazed in precum. She searched my features for any sign of discomfort, but I nodded my encouragement. A bit too eagerly, I bet.

“Please, Fire-my queen.”

With a quirked smile, she didn’t fuck around any longer.

The soft strands of fur tickled against my chest, down my right thigh, up, and down my left, carefully around my jutting cock. My Firefly’s eyes were trained on me, hungry and mindful. She leaned down and took my right nipple between her lips, caressing it with her tongue as the furry strands of the flogger now swiped soft, quick pets along my right thigh.

“Fucking flames, Firefly.”

Blunt teeth nipped my nipple and I groaned, my left knee bending, but Searra pulled away and gently guided it to straighten again.

“Be good,” she chided.

The downy strands moved to my left leg, trailing up and down my inner thigh in delicate lines. With the flick of her wrist and a dull smack , a rush of endorphins shot through me, followed by the feather-soft brush of fur on skin.

Trailing the flogger up my chest and down to my right, she petted my sensitive inner thigh a moment before the leather thwapped.

I’d anticipated it, but still, I hissed. My knot and balls clenched simultaneously, and a fresh blob of precum surged from my tip.

“Stand.”

I did as commanded while she adjusted my rope. Facing the bedpost, I could no longer see her movements but only predicted where the next impact would be.

So soft that it might’ve tickled if not for the anticipation forcing me still, the fuzzy fabric ghosted over my pebbled skin. Searra’s warm breath kissed my neck as she whispered in my ear, “Still okay?”

“Yes, my queen.”

“Very good. You’re so sweet,” she cooed, rubbing my left shoulder and massaging my bicep as Marshmallow disappeared, reappearing on my right buttocks with a slightly stronger slap than before. “You’re everything a queen could want in a plaything. Such a gentleman.”

“Fuck ! ”

The flogger connected with my left ass cheek at the same time as she teased me, and the flood of emotions sent my core fucking reeling. Somewhere beneath it all, a piece of my soul began to stitch itself back together.

“Aren’t you?” she teased.

“Firefly,” I warned.

Her hand snaked around my waist to grip my cock, which was dripping onto the burgundy silk sheets of the bed. She stroked slowly, pressing her tits against my back as Marshmallow caressed the back of my right thigh.

“So fucking good,” she praised, and I moaned, every ounce of my self-control straining to keep from fucking her hand like it was her creamy cunt. Somehow, I managed not to. “See?”

With a few languid pumps of her hand, dainty and diminished around my massive cock, her fingers were coated in my lubricant.

“Y-yes, my queen.”

I moaned and lost my battle of wits, fucking into her hand reflexively. She didn’t fight it or command me to be still, so I did it again, and we both groaned. Marshmallow was tossed to the floor .

“My fucking turn, little bug.”

She whimpered behind me. I dissolved the magic bindings and spun to capture her waist. The black flames fled back to the void. Searra’s naked body melted into mine, one leg wrapping around my waist, her hands grasping at my neck and horn, the heat of her honeyed sex pressing wetly against my knot. I groaned and grabbed handfuls of her ample ass, pulling her against me so hard that my knot blossomed her cunt open in a wet embrace.

“You’re going to take my knot tonight.”

“Y-yes, please.”

“You’re perfect, Searra.” I picked her up by the waist and tossed her onto the bed, watching her breasts and soft belly bounce lusciously. If I didn’t have plans for it already, I’d let my come paint her perfect body. “My slutty little queen. You are a slut for me, aren’t you?”

Searra whined and nodded. She was so beautiful this way, a panting mess of need for my cock, desperate to finally take my knot. I stroked myself, watching the way she tracked every movement, thrashing on her silk sheets, the warm wine color a captivating contrast to her skin tones. Her knees fell up and out, glazed cunt sparkling and clenching, beckoning me. She was a fucking masterpiece, and I couldn’t wait to ruin her.

I stalked onto the bed and hoisted her over my shoulder, tossing her back down at the headboard with pillows fluffed behind her, so she lay back at an angle. I took her hands and held them in mine, kissing each knuckle.

“Words can’t say how I feel about you, Firefly.” I laced our fingers together as I angled my hips, rocking my precome-coated cock over her sopping pussy. The sweet sounds she made fed pure sunshine to the dying roots of my blackened soul, promising I could grow again, could have a future worth every sin I committed to reach it. “Nor how beautiful you are, all splayed out before me, your pretty cunt begging for my seed.”

“Please, Ash. I need you.”

“I know, my dear.” I grinned, teasing us both with another long stroke of my cock through our messy arousal. The sloppiness of it added a layer of debauchery. “I can feel your need. Are you ready to be bred? When you take my knot, you’ll be so full of cum, my pups will be fighting over which gets to fill your womb first.”

“I’m ready, Ash, please!”

“Please what?”

“Please give me your knot. Please fill me with cum.”

“Good girl,” I cooed. Taking both her hands in one of mine, I held her wrists up against the headboard, using my other to guide my cock to her entrance. “Fuck, you are such a good little slut for me, my queen. I’m going to breed your royal cunt every fucking night.”

“I want it. Please, Ash. Breed me.”

My cockhead spread her lips wide, and I began to press inside, her cunt accepting me with a little resistance. I forced only the tip inside and stroked my shaft, moaning at the way she fluttered around my sensitive cockhead. Her pussy tried to suck me deeper, lips pink and stretched thin around my cock as it squeezed lovingly.

“So sweetly you beg, my queen. Let me hear it again.”

“Please, Ash, more! More!”

“Fuck.” I pushed inside further, watching the pink skin of her pussy stretch around me with every inch I fed her greedy cunt.

“Oh, rings, Ash, please!”

Ripping my gaze from how her body strangled my cock, I smirked at the torture contorting her beautiful features. She could hardly hold her eyes open, they kept rolling back, her mouth open in a constant moan. I kneaded her right breast, rolling the beaded peak in my fingers. Flames, how she writhed! So receptive. Fucking perfect. I dropped my head to the other and licked, either side of my forked tongue swirling around her nipple.

“Ash, Ash!”

What a fucking enchanting song, my name among a chorus of moans. I claimed her mouth and swallowed her cries, forcing the remaining inches of my shaft into her warm cunt. Our groans were muffled by each other’s mouths.

Raising my hand to cup her neck, I gave a gentle squeeze in question. She nodded eagerly and I held the pressure there as I pulled out and eased back inside, again, again, then another time, more quickly.

Her moans turned into quick, breathy ah ’s, and I knew she was close. With a quick repositioning of my knee, I railed into her at a new angle, one where I could rub my knot against her clit with every stroke.

Within heartbeats, her inner walls cinched around me. The force of her orgasm made me feral. I released her neck and wrists, opting to grab her hips and slam myself inside her fertile cunt, my knot hammering against her opening as I rutted to her song.

“Such a good girl, coming on my cock. My knot is going to slide right in with how fucking wet you are, my sweet little slut. So fucking sweet. Are you ready?”