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

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Searra

T hough there was still much room to cover, it was nearing dinner time. Soon we would need to climb onto the bridge and hail a carriage.

Witnessing the new life blossoming in the outer rings had bolstered my intuition. Some semblance of happiness had bloomed in these desolate lands, and I refused to take it away. I wanted every choice I made as queen to benefit all people, not put them at risk, and especially not our most vulnerable.

“What’s on your mind?”

Ash’ren drew my attention from the sleepy spinning of the day’s events as the carriage entered the gate to Ring Three. His voice was husky with sleep like he’d either dozed off or badly wanted to.

“Am I doing the right thing?” I asked my hands, clasped in my lap. “I wish they had someone better. Someone stronger. I don’t know if I can make these hard decisions with everyone’s lives at stake. What if I’m making a mistake, not hitting Devil with our peasant army? What if they’re hunted down while in hiding?”

“I’ve learned to trust your intuition, even when everything within me screams you’ll finally be wrong.” Ash’ren added the last bit wryly. “You’re exactly what your people need.”

“I’ve failed them before.”

“You had no power then. I know your light, Firefly. Now that you’ve found it, you’re unstoppable. What I did to Hell will be nothing compared to the purification your blinding light has in store.” He no longer appeared tired as he cradled my face. His invigoration was almost contagious. “If you don’t trust yourself, trust me. My faith will always lie in you.”

I bit my lip, a fluttering sensation buzzing through my veins. Doubt was purged from my mind, and I possessed the strength to go on.

I still took a nap through the final rings, though. I only roused when we arrived because I had to.

After washing up together in my chambers, I took care of some secret business before we walked arm-in-arm to the dining hall. Dinner was served to a full long table. I wanted badly to be curled up in our bed, stuffed with Ash’ren’s knot, too full of cum to care about what was about to go down. By the heated glances we shared every few seconds, I wasn’t alone.

There were still a handful of nobles filtering out the grand doors when I couldn’t handle the distance any longer. I kicked him under the table, shivering at the effect it had on me due to the secret surprise I’d inserted earlier. His pupils zapped as I lifted a particularly plump strawberry to my lips. I licked the puckered tip seductively, then slurped the bottom half into my mouth, barely toothing away a tiny nibble before pulling it out with a subtle pop.

A barely perceptible growl rumbled between us. Without a glance at the thinning crowd, Ash’ren bypassed our armrests to snatch my hand. He tugged, causing me to lurch over in the throne enough to reach the massive bulge he shoved into my hand.

A flush crept over my bosom, up my neck. In the dining hall, very few nobles remained. They didn’t seem to be paying any mind. The servants had silently cleared all empty seats. As I watched, the rest of the seats were vacated, and their tabletops cleared.

“Come here,” I commanded, scooting to the furthest side of the gaudy throne. It was built for Devil, a much, much larger man with a very grand view of himself, and therefore could seat two and a half of me. Ash’ren slinked in beside me, taking up enough space that I had to sit lopsided on his lap.

“Hello, little bug,” Ash’ren cooed. “Are you trying to light up that little booty?”

I scrunched my nose. “Don’t be weird.”

“Let me try again.” He looked away, then snapped back to me with an exaggerated smolder. “Hello, illustrious maiden. My tail has a terrible chill.” Said tail wound around my ankle, slinking under my skirts. “Would you mind warming it for me?”

“Stop being dumb, and knot me.”

All playfulness vanished. Swiftly uprooted, I found myself straddling him on my father’s throne, my skirts pushed above my waist. Without preamble, a curious knuckle rubbed my soaked panties. The shockingly gentle touch was enough to make me latch onto his horn, my pussy quaking, desperate to be skewered by his cock.

“Fires below, Firefly, you’re drenched.” His surprise morphed into something darker when he reached the treat I’d planted. He tapped the studded amethyst toy, sending an obscene shiver up my spine. “You fucking planned this?”

I gave him a seductive grin and slid my hand to his neck, squeezing gently. “How many times did I wake with your knot inside me last night? With your evil cock already fucking me? I had to get revenge.”

“My vengeful queen.” His voice was a gritty rasp. With his hand around my bottom, he played with the plug while my hand hugged his throat. “Take your pleasure from me, then.”

Oh, I would. But there was something I was dying to do first. I slunk from his lap, down to my knees below the table.

“Oh, fuck.” His head thunked against the Bone Throne, knuckles white against the armrests.

Unlacing his trousers, I lowered the waistband until his tremendous cock sprung free, honey dripping from his slit already. I fluttered my tongue along the trail dripping between his puckered head, absolutely living for the deep sounds it pulled from his throat.

Using one hand below his knot to keep him steady, I explored the raised rings next. Smooth skin hugged each rib tightly, making them seem even harder than the shaft in between. Flattening my lips against one, I sucked.

“You really do want vengeance. That wicked mouth is going to suck me dry.”

Hugging his raised skin with my lips, I hummed. His fists flew behind his head, hips pumping. Leaning back on my heels, I giggled.

“You’re evil,” he growled.

With one hand, I casually pumped, watching as each time the skin bunched below his cockhead, more liquid beaded at his tip. I lapped each drop, humming in satisfaction when there was always more. By the time I took him into my mouth, he was a squirming mess.

I was no better. My legs had spread beneath me, my pussy clenching and squeezing around a maddening emptiness. I rearranged my ankles and sat back, letting my heels bump against the plug each time I bobbed my head on his dick.

Fuck, it was depraved, sucking him off on Devil’s throne, on the dais above an empty hall. A vibrant pulsing sensation built in my core, consuming my thoughts. I loved to play with him this way. To watch his body’s primal reaction to me. The way my pussy gushed onto the floor, I was already so close to those blinding waves of bliss.

“Unless your throat is where you want my seed, Firefly, you might—ungghh,” he groaned as I nudged his tip further, lodging it between my tonsils as I breathed carefully through my nose. My hands fondled his knot and balls, both so full. He took fistfuls of my hair and forced me still, fucking up into my throat in shallow bursts before forcefully dragging my head off of him. “Enough. Come here.”

Panting and drooling and crying a little, I wiped the strings connecting me to his cock with the back of my wrist and clambered onto his lap.

If I thought wearing the plug had me antsy before swallowing his cock, I was beyond desperate now. With my skirts bundled in my hand, I pressed against his ribbed cock until it flattened between my drenched folds and slid, up and down, up and down, each ridge teasing the swollen red button above my opening. I rode the side of his shaft using my juices and his steadily seeping precum until I was huffing and puffing as though his cock were already stretching me wide.

Ash’ren tugged my drooping collar down to expose my breasts. My nipples stiffened into peaks that tingled with need. Palming each globe with his hands, he took a deep inhale of my neck before growling at my puckered beads like they’d offended him. He pinched and pulled up, forcing me to arch, embarrassing moans tugging from my core. Then he sucked one into his mouth, forked tongue working magic. He plucked and twirled the other until I was close to coming all over his cock with nothing in my poor neglected pussy.

“I’m your pawn. Use me, Firefly. Fuck yourself onto my knot.”

His tail wrapped around my thigh and forced me wider so that his cockhead slipped inside my clenching hole.

I was beginning to think this had been a bad idea. At least, maybe the blow job, for it got me too excited, too far gone. My limbs didn’t want to work. I rose on wobbly knees and barely held steady with my palms on his shoulders.

Smirking as though he understood my plan had backfired, Ash’ren took hold of my hips and lined us up, slowly lowering me onto his cock like I was naught but a doll made to milk him dry.

I keened as he lowered me inch by inch, the plug faltering in my asshole at the new invasion. Ash’ren’s strong arms didn’t budge, but his hips seemed unable to keep still. They twitched up, fucking me with the three inches of cock he’d fed inside.

“Fuck, Firefly, you feel so fucking good.”

“A-Ash!”

“What do you need, baby?”

“M-make me come s-so I can. . .ahhh,” I trailed off with a whine.

Ash’ren released me, effectively impaling me on his cock. I crumpled onto his chest. His hands and teeth and fire were everywhere, teasing along my spine, nipping my neck and earlobe, caressing my bottom. When something found my clit and strummed, I came undone.

The orgasm that’d been building for what seemed like hours finally crashed over me, lifting me straight from my body to explode like bits of stardust. I floated about the room for minutes until finally returning, shuddering as little spurts of warmth splashed inside me.

“Better?” he whispered before tracing my jaw with his forked tongue.

“Yes.”

His knot was nudging at my entrance. A few long, slow strokes later, I took the reins again. I turned to face forward, giggling at the sight of the long table below. No one was seated there now, and the orbs of flame were dim. The heavy royal table covered our waist and below, but my breasts bounced freely outside their linen prison.

Ash’ren rolled my skirts, bunching them around my waist. I arched forward to give him that perfect peachy view and relished in his masculine groan. He traced the broad curve of my hips, squeezing the spot where my belly met the top of my thighs, then brought his hands to each butt cheek, spreading them wide.

“Fuck, what a beautiful sight, oh, gods, I, I’m going to— unnff —I’m going to wreck you.”

He lifted my hips until his cock no longer kept me closed, allowing a stream of his cum to pour from my pussy and coat his tail. He eased me back down. I sat on his cock with bated breath. The plug eased out of my ass, replaced with his cum-lubed tail. The tapered tip had no problem sliding right in, and I groaned, low and deep and unladylike.

Ash’ren’s fingers dug into my hips and reared me back, forcing my body to swallow him up in both holes. I held his knees in a vice-like grip and rocked.

“Fucking flames, the way your body clings to me, Searra, you’re going to fucking strangle me. Take my fucking cock. I bet you want more of my tail in that pretty ass, don’t you, dirty girl?”

I bit my lip so hard I tasted copper as I nodded, bleating uncontrollably. It was all I could do to keep rocking my hips in a circular motion, rubbing every inch of my insides with his ribbed cock as he fed more of his tail into my ass.

“Oh, flames, oh, flaming rings,” I squealed nonsense as he began to move. I took hold of his knees and bounced for all I was worth, fucking myself on him over and over until I couldn’t anymore.

Ash’ren reached around, one hand gripping my neck, the other covering my chest and playing a harsh game with my nipple. He rose onto his paws and my cheek slammed onto the table. He fucked into me in long, furious strokes, alternating his tail and cock in a consuming pattern, my most intimate walls and my bowels massaged in long strokes.

His knot bumped against my straining pussy lips, battering for entry. His previously spent seed smacked wetly between our thighs, coating his knot and sack and slapping against my turgid clit with every stroke.

I felt the moment he lost control. His knot finally breached me, stretching me wide and making me gasp for air. Familiar warmth blossomed in my belly and another orgasm ricocheted through my used body.

Ash’ren’s tail slid from my bottom. Strong arms circled my waist, guiding me to rest on his chest. My eyelids drooped as he fixed my blouse and covered my neck and shoulders in nips and kisses, murmuring sweets promises I couldn’t force myself to focus on.

Sleep took me more forcefully than any of my orgasms, and the fear of the morning ahead faded into a restful sleep with my mate buried safely inside me, cozy and warm.

It could’ve been minutes or hours later when sound filtered into my dreamlike state. Clattering utensils. Idle chatter. Hushed whispers. Wheels of food carts.

Food carts !

Heart in my throat, I fluttered my eyes open into slits, then promptly squeezed them shut.

No, no, no!

This could not be happening!

I squirmed, hoping to find a way off my suitor and onto my own damned chair, but it only made things worse. Much worse. Not only was Ash’ren’s thick cock stiffening inside me, but his knot also grew instead of shrank—and to top it off, someone hushed the hall.

“What the rings is going on? Do we wait to eat?”

I whimpered and went utterly still but for a sharp pinch to Ash’ren’s thigh. He hissed, then groaned, then—oh rings—rolled his hips.

I pinched him again, harder this time. He grumbled and kissed my neck. I opened my eyes with a start and laughed awkwardly.

All attention snapped to us. I pinched the ever-loving dingus out of Ash’ren’s thigh until I was sure he was awake.

Plates were set. Servants were staring warily. The nobles were standing, twiddling their thumbs, waiting for their queen to tell them they could sit and eat. And Ash’ren’s knot was fully ballooned inside my pussy.

Oh, rings, this was bad.

“Ah—good morning! Good morning,” I repeated with a giggle. I lifted the silver cover to my plate, trying desperately not to wonder who’d placed it there and how close they’d gotten or what they’d seen. It was only Fara, had to be Fara. “Go ahead! Dig in!”

After a pregnant pause—oof, I should not be thinking about pregnancy right now, not with this awful case of breeding fever I’d caught—the noble court turned their attentions to their plates.

Some sneered up at us, but I couldn’t focus on a rings-damned thing as I forced my expression to remain blank while Ash’ren rearranged himself behind me. I failed, my right eyelid drooping with the effort.

“Fuck,” he hissed in my ear.

“You think?”

A tense moment passed. Then he chuckled against my ear, the sound reverberating through my core, tickling me from inside out. I giggled, scooting back in my seat upon his cock, and he groaned, gripping my hip. Cum shot unexpectedly inside me and I covered a moan with a bite of caramelized okapi bacon.

“Sorry, it’s . . . Look at them.” He hissed, a teensy bit of cum shocking me as it shot up my channel. “All these rich assholes, watching you be such a good queen for your little pawn, and they don’t even know it.”

I cursed my body and how it responded to his filthy words, my clit pulsing for attention. I groaned and whispered, “We must only make it through breakfast.”

“ Unngh —I’ll try.”

“Devil will be here soon,” an noble near the dais was saying. “Straight to his coup. Never knew him to be such a fool.”

The massive thing splitting me in two jerked, warmth splashing my inner walls.

“Delivering himself like a lamb to slaughter,” another agreed.

“Fuck,” Ash’ren groaned, his arm tightening around my waist. A warm shot of cum raced to my womb and I lurched forward onto my elbows, drawing a few lookers. I smiled and laughed it off, my eyes a little too wide as I waved a bite of goose egg in the air. All the while, Ash’ren expelled his seed deep into my body in hot rivulets.

“He’ll get a taste of his own medicine, that’s true. As long as I’m on the winning side,” another noble spoke of my father’s demise. Another warm rope.

“Of course, we’re on the winning side, my dear. That devil will be in the dust swiftly.”

“How long do you think the battle will be? Want to take bets?”

“That wouldn’t be fair. And risky.”

The conversation seemed never-ending, as did Ash’ren’s enthusiastic seed. Everyone at this end of the table seemed to have an opinion, and every reminder of Devil’s coming demise by his hand had Ash’ren emptying his load into my pussy until I felt full and had barely tasted breakfast.

By the time the nobles were filtering out of the hall, my head was dizzy from holding my breath. I smiled and waved, smiled and waved until the hall was empty. I ordered the servants out and waited for all the doors to be shut before exhaling.

“Fuck, Ash’ren!”

“I’m sorry, Firefly, I tried! I didn’t mean to fall asleep!”

I groaned and draped over the table, gripping the edge of the other side. I lifted my bottom and slammed down, fucking myself on him with unrestrained fervor. “Not—oooh—your fault—oohh, rings!”

Ash’ren understood immediately. His hand came around and stroked my clit, my orgasm crashing over me in blinding waves.