response, my core clenching around him.
Arcayos’ teeth sink into the side of my neck deep enough to leave a hell of a bruise. I cry out in ecstasy. He sucks hard and pounds me faster. I’m so damned wet I don’t know how he stays inside me.
Need tears at me, pulling me hard toward the edge of bliss. I make a desperate keening sound.
He slams into me, and his mouth devours mine. Our mouths crush together, our tongues lapping.
When he breaks the kiss, he bites my ear. “Come for me.”
I cry out and the mounting orgasm seizes me, pulling me into the undertow. My fists yank on his hands, my whole body thrashing wildly against his maddening thrusts. I pant frantically as I careen over the edge.
“Good girl.”
Arcayos rears back and pulls out. I watch him pump jets of white come over my pussy, ropes of it covering my stomach. His palm smears his seed all over my belly, my breasts, my neck.
That’s hot.
The orgasm ebbs. Feverishness drains away as if it never was. A dizzying, drugged wave rolls in. It’s the afterwards, but way more intense. Too intense to form thoughts. The superior strength and keener senses are gone. A sated feeling wraps around me, like a warm blanket on a cold night.
“Tired,” I whisper, my eyes closing. “Sleep now.”
Arcayos rolls me onto my side and his lips brush my shoulder.
“Sleep, my love,” he whispers sadly, holding me tight. “We will talk in the morning.”
I drift off into dreamland. A raven’s scream chases me into oblivion.
There is a giant demon sitting before me. He’s half again as big as Arcayos, and that’s not including the foot-long goat horns coming out of the top of his head or the tail that curls around his giant throne.
Tim Curry, eat your heart out.
Except he’s not an almost-comical pink like the Lord of Darkness in that movie. There’s nothing funny about this guy. His skin is all cracked and jagged edges, some of the cracks glowing with the fires of hell that spout from geysers all around him. His eyes blaze like furnaces. They’re filled with so much hate that it hammers into me like an evil sort of heat.
He’s watching something, or someone, and whoever it is, they’re pissing him off big-time. His anger pulses in my mind, destruction that could tear apart the world.
He rises from a throne as black as obsidian and saunters down the steps of his dais, drawing a coiled whip from his hip.
There is another demon in front of him, kneeling on a floor made of gold.
Arcayos? No. He’s not tall enough, and not quite as muscled, though his body ripples with the power of a warrior.
Fear chills my veins, bone-deep terror. The demon is shaking. I’m feeling his fear as if it’s mine.
The Demon Lord prowls toward him, unfurling the whip in his massive, clawed fist. The weapon is a cord of glowing flame. He raises the whip, his eyes brilliant with hate.
I tense, try to run, but my legs won’t move, and I can’t turn my face away.
The horned devil stalks around the kneeling demon until he’s at his back. The kneeling demon’s back muscles tense until I’m surprised they don’t snap.
My heart tries to hammer a hole through my chest.
The whip strikes the kneeling demon across the back. He roars in pain, but makes no move to stop the punishment.
A blade of fire sears across my back as if the whip has struck my skin instead of his. I try to scream, but nothing comes out. Try to wake up, but the dream holds me in an iron grip, a cage with no way out.
Three more violent lashes.
The kneeling demon screams, twists, but still doesn’t try to escape. He knows that if he fights, he will only make things worse. So, so much worse.
Three more lashes, each one a burning blade. I shriek, flailing. The kneeling demon rears back and roars. His cries echo through the cavernous chamber, the screams of a trapped beast.
Oh God, run. Make it stop. Why doesn’t he make it stop?
Three more strikes. Three more cries. The demon under the whip doesn’t beg. He is strong. He takes what is his due.
The horned demon circles around him until he is before his minion again. He lifts the kneeling demon’s chin up.
Terror rips through me.
His face looks like Arcayos…
“You failed me,” the horned demon growls.
“I… I tried, my Lord,” the other demon pants. “I almost had her in my grasp—”
“You failed