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

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Searra

A sh’ren’s dirty words peppered my skin like acid raindrops, but all I could do was whimper like a wounded animal, limp and enduring wave after wave of bliss.

His knot battered the outside of my pussy as the last of my orgasm twitched from my nerves. Ash’ren slowed, his gaze razor-sharp on where our bodies joined. I peered down from my angled position on the pillows, and he wordlessly shifted us higher up the headboard, giving me a better view to watch as my body tried to weld us into one.

“So fucking perfect.” Ash’ren pressed his thumbs to either side of my upper pussy and pulled, spreading my lips to reveal how tightly I clung to him. My skin was a darker shade of pink where his knot was trying to breach, but the burn felt good somehow, my body being stretched to become a vessel for his pleasure, a receptacle for his come. “Made for me.”

“Yours, always,” I agreed. I wrapped my fingers around the fattest part of his knot and squeezed. “Mine.”

“Yours.”

His forehead kissed mine, both of us sweaty. With a kiss on my temple, he slowly began to press his fat bulb inside. When the upper curve of his knot spread me wide, my demon let out the most feral sound I’d ever heard. Wincing, I pressed my hands to his chest and he stopped, panting.

“We’ll go slow,” he promised.

His restraint was formidable, for I could feel his heart trying to break free from his chest. He kissed the top of my head and unballed his fists to tend my breasts, twirling and pinching my nipples in a divine distraction. He licked and kissed down my neck to my throat, sweeping one hand down to swipe some of our mess from my thighs. He brought it to my mouth, and I sucked his fingers hungrily, causing his knot to pulse at my opening.

I moaned, and he shoved another deliciously painful sliver of his knot inside as he brought his wet fingers to my right breast and teased my already extended nipple.

“More,” I begged.

Ash’ren smirked down at me in a way only he could manage, both loving and smug all at once. He hooked his arms under my legs and lifted my hips, the new angle allowing me to see how close his knot was to being buried inside my pussy.

“You’re ready, my love. Take my knot like the good little slut you are, Firefly.”

I moaned, my head knocking back on the headboard as he fucked into me to the root.

So full, so fucking full. His cock prodded at the tippy top of my womb. I blindly reached my hands out, feeling for his tail somewhere on the mattress. He obliged, and I guided its tip to my clit, rubbing slowly.

“You’re fucking gorgeous, seated on my knot. You did so well.”

His praise incited a riot within my bones. I used the leverage of his arms under my legs to lift my ass and drop it down as much as possible. Flames, how it stretched me, but that was not all. Once finally inside, it ballooned even more!

“Ooohhh,” I groaned as it continued to swell and swell.

The way his knot acted as a plug, I could only wiggle him around inside me, which I did senselessly, rubbing wild circles on my clit with his tail.

“Come on my knot, my queen, and you’ll be rewarded with all the seed you fucking deserve.”

“Please, Ash,” I whined. Already I was begging again, the pain of his knot totally forgotten. I wanted to be flooded with his cum, to bloat with the promise of his babies deep in my womb.

Taking my legs with him, he leaned forward until his palms pressed the headboard behind me, forcing himself deeper, deeper, until he bottomed out and then some. I wanted to feel the hot spray of his come, so I obeyed his command, humping his abdomen with his cock and knot shoved deep inside my pussy, his tail stimulating my clit while he ate the cries straight from my mouth.

“Ooohhhh,” I groaned, deep and gravelly, as the most powerful orgasm I’d ever experienced rushed from my core.

“Yes,” Ash murmured, taking control. He thumped our bodies together, moving deliciously deep in my guts as hot cum started to fill me in strands. “Take my seed, Firefly. You fucking earned it.”

He pumped a few more times until he went preternaturally still. I clawed his shoulders and tugged his hair, one hand landing on his horn to ride it out. Wave after wave of heat stained my womb, long past when it would have usually ended.

“S-so much cum,” I whimpered.

Still twitching as he emptied himself inside me, Ash’ren released my legs and rolled us, so I laid against his chest. He trailed lazy fingertips along my back as more spurts of hot cum splashed.

We lay there entangled, my body accepting every drop of his love, his knot plugging it all inside. I felt like if I tried to walk, I’d waddle like the web-footed birds that sometimes wandered around Hydra’s side of the Soul Springs.

With Ash’ren’s sturdy body below me and his gentle hands detangling my hair, I could easily fall asleep. I wasn’t sure how much time had passed before he kissed my forehead and guided my legs around his waist.

“Come on. Let’s clean you up.”

I whined as he carefully extracted us from the bed without removing himself. His knot must’ve been shrinking despite how full I felt because a glob of seed dribbled down my thigh. For the first time, I noticed some soreness inside, too.

“I don’t want to move,” I whined.

“Don’t worry, princess. I’ve got this.”

He kissed my temple, and I sighed. “I’ll never know what I’ve done to deserve you.”

“Of course you know. It’s—”

“My fat shiny booty, the sparkliest in Hell.”

“ I was going to say your killer Torchball skills,” he said haughtily. “But your light is very bright. And I’m a moth to your flame.”

“All of those romance novels paid off. You’re so poetic.”

He snorted. “You’ve no idea.”

Inside the bathroom, Ash’ren kicked the water lever for my massive ten-person bath. The movement jostled the mess of my insides, his knot barely holding everything together, and another heavy dribble of cum seeped down my leg. I groaned, the feeling both hot in a dirty kind of way, and a little uncomfortable.

Ash’ren winced and peppered my face in apologetic kisses. He carried me to the sink counter and placed a thickly folded towel under our joining, which was even messier than I’d imagined. He cupped my rounded belly with a strange emotion coating his features before retreating from my poor used pussy. As cum gushed out, I couldn’t help imagining the process of cream-stuffed pastries . . . But in reverse. If I weren’t so sore, perhaps I would laugh at the thought.

My gentle demon cleaned us off with towels as much as he could, then stepped away to toss the dirty towels in a basket and rummaged through the herb cabinet. He returned with a thick, clear salve typically used for burns and bruises. Plucking me from the counter, he kissed me deep and hard, distracting me from the strange open emptiness of my nether regions.

The bath water was warm on my toes. Ash’ren splashed some on the lip of the tub, which was as wide as the bathroom counter, before setting me down with care. I moaned at the warmth of the water and the richness of his kiss. His hands disappeared and I heard the jar opening, but I surrendered to his mouth, consuming mine and all the contents of my heart.

A damp towel scrubbed at my thighs. I winced when it brushed against my opening.

“You poor thing. It’s no wonder you’re sore, I used you well.” From his tone, he didn’t feel too poorly about it. His head dipped, forked tongue circling my right nipple. “It’s a shame to waste all this seed, but I’m sure we’ll plump you up soon enough. These perfect breasts will feed many of my pups.”

“Ah-ahh,” I keened as he moved on to my left breast, the hand that wasn’t washing my sex now kneading and squeezing my boob like it was full of milk.

“I’ll need to tend your cunt after every time we knot, Firefly. Will you let me take care of you?”

“Y-yes.”

“Good girl. Spread your legs some more, would you please?”

I shifted my legs wider, swallowing back a comment about what a gentleman he was being. He guided my hand to his horn, and I held on, draped over his side as he suckled my breasts, then moved on to kiss my sides, my belly. The washcloth was replaced with his fingers, covered in the healing goo. Gently, he pressed between the puffy lips of my wrecked pussy.

“Ouch!”

“I’ve got you.” He worked the cool gel over the outside of my pussy, then gathered more and worked his longest finger inside. “Good girl. Thank you for letting me take care of you like this, my love.”

I clutched his horn as a knuckle brushed my clit. His hand disappeared, returning to shove more of the healing gel deep inside, pumping in and out as he coated my inner walls in a circular motion. Despite myself, I moaned.

Ash’ren chuckled. He gathered another glob of salve and this time fucked it into me with two fingers, which stretched my sore lips like I hadn’t just had a small pumpkin forcing my hole open for half an hour or whatever. He curled his fingers and brushed my nub with his thumb, coaxing out a sudden, carriage wreck of an orgasm that shouldn’t have been possible.

Ash’ren removed his fingers and gripped my hips, lifting me from the ledge down into the water like I weighed nothing at all. I hummed as warmth surrounded me, sinking deeper into his embrace when soapy fingers delved into my hair and massaged my scalp.

He cared for me while I all but took a nap on his chest, and when he was done, I lathered a new rag, and we switched roles.

“Is there anything you want to talk about?” As healing as our play could be, a few gentle taps couldn’t solve all problems.

“Not yet.”

“I’m here when you’re ready.”

He kissed my nose, trailing his lips to my ear. “I know, love bug.”

Ash’ren got out first. I admired the hard planes of his body where water sluiced from his wickedly sexy form, droplets highlighting the beauty of his pert ass until he slung a low- hanging towel around his hips. He shook his head like a canine, and I threw a hand over my face to avoid the fallout. Shooting me a wink, he exited into my sleeping chambers.

I followed, grabbing a towel and trailing him into my room. Propping one leg on the vanity stool, I dried in slow circles down each leg. Once at my ankle, I looked into the mirror, knowing I’d catch him watching from the bed. Sure enough, he was in all his naked glory, arms widespread across the headboard.

“What?”

“Now that we’re courting,” I drawled seductively, discarding the towel to climb onto the bed on all fours. His heady gaze dropped to my tits, heavy and swinging as I crawled to him. “We’ll wake before dawn, and you’ll fill me up. Every morning.”

“Yes. And?”

“On council days, I’ll put on my gown,” I straddled his stiffening cock without touching it. I mimed putting on a gown, then raked my hands down my abdomen to cup my sex. “And none will know that your seed still paints my thighs.”

“Oh, fuck,” he groaned. He tucked his hands behind his head, his bulging biceps rotund and squeezable. He rolled his hips to nudge my slick opening with his cock. I was pleasantly surprised to find the touch didn’t cause even an echo of soreness and was deeply grateful for the talented healers who made that flaming salve. “And then?”

“Since I won’t bother with underwear,” I rose on my knees to keep out of reach of his searching cock. “When the meetings are over, you’ll bend me over my desk and fuck me full again, so that when we leave the room, little drips of white will mark our path home.”

“Mmm. And why not have me fuck you while the councilors are there? I could stuff you with my knot so you have no choice but to take ropes of my cum while your advisers bicker.”

“That doesn’t sound very queenly.”

“How do you know? Hell’s never had a queen.”

“True,” I murmured. My hands came to my nipples and pinched. “You’d prefer they watched?”

“I prefer to be inside your hot cunt no matter who is watching. It would merely be a bonus. Oh, fuck, Firefly.”

I giggled as his jaw ticked. His knuckles clenched so hard they were white as I explored myself above him.

“You’re perfect,” he breathed.

“I’m yours.” I dipped one hand lower, into my curls, and they came away slick. He snapped one hand to my wrist and sucked with the force of a starving man. I pumped my fingers in his mouth, and he slid his tongue between them.

“You need to sleep.” His voice was husky, but he released my wrist and tucked a wet strand of hair behind my ear.

“Only if you stay.”

Ash’ren snorted and cast a haughty glare to the golden door. “You’ll never catch my head on that whore of a pillow.”