leash so that this time it snapped from where it was linked to my collar and he released it to the floor with a tinkling sound of metal on glass. After this his words of ownership catapulted me into an even deeper abyss, whereas the only sound that followed me down was the deafening cries of my own pleasure echoing in my mind.
It was a release that rolled straight on until the next, claiming me, body and mind one after the other, until I wasn’t sure it would ever end. I wasn’t even sure I would survive it for it was one so powerful, it felt as if it had the power to rip me apart! An endless pleasure that was tearing a piece of my soul from me and handing it over to the demonic hand of my Master like he demanded. It wasn’t a shock then as my legs buckled and I would have sunk to the floor, in what felt like a useless puddle of mortal mess, had it not been for his quick actions.
I was soon swept up into his arms again, with my body still convulsing, doing so now within his tight hold on me. After this he didn’t say anything, but then again, he didn’t really need to, as I think it was obvious to both of us that he had made his point. In fact, if I hadn’t been too lost to the euphoric aftermath, then I would have mustered up the feeling of embarrassment and shame. But like I said, I was too busy lounging in the field of bliss for that to take effect yet. Besides, his reaction wasn’t really surprising, as even when Lucius was the man I knew him to be in my heart, then he was still controlling and dominant in the bedroom.
So really, it was foolish of me to expect anything else of his demon. And thinking about it, then it wasn’t as though he had hurt me in any way, other than a nick to my skin and a pull of my hair. As nothing hurt now, other than the slight tenderness at my clit, something that was to be expected. Something that also made it difficult not to squirm in his hold.
“Behave, little Pet,” Lucius warned, this time in a softer tone, one that I held on to. For in that moment of vulnerability and weakness I found myself treasuring it enough to hold on to him tighter. This was something I knew he noticed as he granted me a brief glance, but his thoughts remained his own as he didn’t comment. No, instead he continued to walk towards the end of the covered bridge, one I no longer feared now as I was safely in his arms.
The arms of my Demon.
But then something caught my eye as we made it past the halfway point, it looked like a sudden storm had gripped the Hellish landscape. I frowned as I stretched a little so that I could raise myself up enough to look behind him, something that was hopeless thanks to his huge wings in the way. Of course, he noticed this too, and turned briefly to look for himself at what had taken my attention. This new position allowed me the quick glimpse from where we had come from. Allowing me to see that it was as I first suspected, the storm was one we had seemingly stepped into, not one that was raging around the rest of the castle.
“What is…” Lucius turned back to face the way we were headed and answered in a hard tone,
“You will soon see.” Then he continued on, now with what seemed like greater purpose, cutting the space more quickly. Which meant that his long angry strides soon got us to the end and what faced us now wasn’t like any doorway I had ever seen before. And well, considering where I was, then this was hardly surprising.
To be honest, I even found myself questioning if this was a door at all as there wasn’t actually any real entrance to speak of. No, instead, what there was looked more like at least forty souls all reaching for their chance to escape, one that had been made impossible when turned to stone. Eighty plus arms were all squeezed tight through a centre gap that was lost to stone flesh. Each arm was bent at the elbow and grasping for whatever the surface was beneath them, with their fingernails embedded