The Heartstone Saga by Archibald Bradford (short novels in english .TXT) 📕

his haste making the simple task take longer than it should. Once it was free he let out a hoarse grunt and gripped Evadne by her short black hair to shove his erection into her face, his cockhead rubbing against her cheek.

The demon silently laughed at him even as it shifted Evadne’s head around to capture the wayward cock with her tongue and mouth.

When she did the Empath cried out at finally getting what he had wanted for the vast majority of his life, his hips rapidly pistoning his shaft in and out of the wet heavenly warmth of the Chimera’s seemingly willing mouth.

It didn’t last long.

He wheezed and moaned in equal measure as his cum shot out across her tongue, though he gripped her hair tight and kept his cock in place until she swallowed all of it.

He wanted her to taste it, wanted her to take him inside of her.

But what he didn’t know is that no one tasted it; Evadne was numb to everything by that point, while the demon had no desire to and so simply didn’t.

He had her use her lips and tongue on his balls and cock until he was at full hardness again and the charade continued. He wanted so badly for her to be his in totality, to be his bitch, and so was unwilling to give up this chance to make it so.

Reading the dark urge, the demon was happy to accommodate him.

“I can be your bitch, if that is what you need.” Evadne cooed as she licked the mess of saliva and cum from her lips; “You are my bond-mate. Act like it and claim me. I won’t resist. I can’t resist.”

Physically, the demon still felt nothing from the act. It was simply a chore that needed doing in order to keep a crucial asset motivated.

As for Evadne... she was mentally cracking walnuts, numb and indifferent. She was aware of what was happening, but all of her reservations had been burned away by the demonic entity within her.

Jonathan wanted to finally master his bond-mate, but everything that he was master of amounted to dust.

A pitiable existence, if anyone could forgive his crimes long enough to pity him.

Once his cock was rigid again he pulled her to her feet, his emaciated strength barely able to do so.

“Bend over the table, bitch.” He panted.

There was a crash of plates as she did as he asked.

“Oh yes, mount me!” She groaned.

Meanwhile her snake tail began to coil around him once he was in position behind her, its cool scales rasped faintly against his skin and made him shudder as his cock hardened even more.

“C-Call me master. I am your master.”

“Whatever you want, Master.”

Internally the demon was still laughing at the fool who actually believed the words to be true.

Jonathan meanwhile grunted as his cock, wet with her spit and his spunk, thrust inside of her pussy to the hilt.

It was better than he had ever imagined.

With his hands gripping her hips as tight as he could he drove into her mercilessly, his cock making wet noises against her flesh with each thrust as he selfishly claimed what he believed to be his.

The snake hissed, its head now resting on his shoulder, its tongue darting out to kiss at his cheek and neck. The weight of the massive serpent tail slowed his thrusting somewhat, but its cold embrace urged him onwards.

So much of Jonathan’s life had been about Evadne denying his sexual urges, and so he unleashed them on her now without restraint.

As his cum flooded inside of her, the Chimera’s body moaned and thrashed like he wanted, but inside of it Evadne still felt nothing.

And as the demon grew bored of the event it began to fantasize with her about all of the different ways they could hurt him.

Even when he pulled his cock out of her and forced her to the floor again to lick and suck it clean, he remained unaware of her innermost fantasies.

Because despite Jonathan’s powers as an Empath the demon hid the thoughts away from him so that all he felt was the false desire to pleasure him.

As for Evadne: she had no more pride, nor qualms about being soiled by a human, nothing except her mission.

To destroy all life.

One day soon, that would include Jonathan’s.

Chapter 42:Enduring Hope

The morning after the attack, Nameless was holding Milly close; he and his girls had slept in one of the temporary shelters erected the day before, with their apartment gone it was their only option.

The nightmarish events of the previous day made Nameless fear sleep, and indulge in little of it when it finally came, but now that morning had come he really didn’t want to get up.

He drew in a deep breath of Milly’s familiar scent, his face buried deep in her cleavage.

Where it belonged, in her opinion.

As he exhaled, again into her breasts, he felt her strength as she held him tight.

He never felt more at peace than when he was in her arms.

Sharing in Volka’s mind could bolster his willpower and shield him from the emotional carnage within the minds of the Tenebrae, but he could not dwell in her thoughts forever, especially not now, not with her occupied coordinating the combined forces of the Aegis and the monster girl volunteers in the city.

“Better?” Milly asked quietly.

“Better. Thank you.”

He drew in another breath, before turning his head to one side to kiss at one of her breasts.

She lowed gently and rubbed at his back.

“If you keep kissing me like that I’m going to misbehave.” She warned in a weak jest.

No way did they have time for that.

His chin lifted so that his muddy brown eyes could meet her baby