Page 69 of Dark Souls
Fight Or Flight
‘D on’t! Don’t you dare fucking drop her,’ Luka warned, knowing me all too well.
Once we broke through the clouds, soaring so high that the world below became an endless blanket of mist, I let her go.
On purpose, of course. I’d never let her fall unless I knew with certainty that I would catch her. I could hear Luka internally cursing me to hell. The guy needed to lighten up.
She screamed my name as her body plummeted like an anchor into a raging sea. I laughed, feeling her panic and fury at me through our bond as I folded my wings tightly behind me and chased after her like a shadowed comet. My eyes locked on Ilaria’s flailing body. She was free-falling upside down, her head growing closer to the ground with every heartbeat. The ground rushed up to meet us, so I pressed harder and dived faster, with my claws outstretched, to seize her to safety. The moment they locked around her tiny waist, I slammed her into my body and allowed my wings to spread to slow our descent. They beat against the howling wind, gliding us back up towards the clouds.
“Heathen!” she bellowed, her little fists hooked around my thighs because I had caught her upside down and was yet to spin her around. Her long white hair dangled between my legs and I smirked because her thighs had found their home wrapped tightly around my neck. Exactly the position I had planned for. “I can’t believe you just did that to me!”
I chuckled, keeping one hand wrapped around her waist as I used the other to hook her thong to the side, exposing her glistening pussy to me. My wings flapped behind me, sending us higher and higher, but this time, at a more leisurely pace.
“Let’s call it a trust exercise. I’d always catch you.”
“You are a fucking dick—” Her insults were interrupted by a gasp because my huge forked tongue had swiped up her pussy and found its way inside her. “Oh my god!” she moaned, but I could still hear the anger in her voice. I was just going to have to fuck that right out of her. “What are you doing?”
I removed my tongue, enjoying the taste of her and Luka in my mouth. “Collecting my reward, Snow. Now, hold on tight. I’m about to take you on a trip to heaven.”
My tongue lapped against her clit, pushing the muscle through her pussy and back inside, only to draw out and repeat. Even though she had just taken Luka, she needed to be well lubricated to take me, so I ate her like she was my final meal ticket. When I felt her little hands loosen and work their way around to my waistband, I groaned with approval into her pussy.
Her warm hands wrapped themselves around my ribbed cock and her hot little tongue licked around my tip, sending me blind with pleasure. Every swipe of her tongue and tease of her plump lips around my tip sent me into a feral state as I ravished her pussy with ferocity until she slid me down her tight throat.
I momentarily lost my focus and my wings stopped beating. We took a small nose dive, but I quickly recovered, and I was so fucking impressed because Ilaria didn’t even stop sucking me, showing her clear trust.
I groaned, loving how she used her hands to pump up and down what she couldn’t fit in her mouth. “That’s it. Fuck that monster cock with your tight little throat, Snow.”
I dived back at her clit, deciding she deserved to be rewarded and allowed the tip of my forked tongue to vibrate and flick with insane speed against it. It was a hidden talent of mine that she hadn’t yet experienced, and I couldn’t wait to see how long it took her to fall apart.
Eleven seconds. That’s how long.
Her legs clamped around my neck, nearly choking me as they shook, and she ripped her mouth off my dick to scream out her ecstasy. I grabbed the back of her head immediately and pushed her back on my cock, muffling her cries and causing my dick to throb from the way her muscles vibrated with her moans. It was enough to make me shoot my load straight down her throat.
“Take it all, Snow,” I demanded, allowing my hips to jolt with the endless pumps of cum that were spilling into her mouth. “You own every fucking drop.”
When I felt her swallow a few times, I let go of her hair and she popped off of me with a gasp for breath. I flipped her around and smirked at her flushed state. Her make-up was smudged beneath her eyes and her cheeks were redder than usual, having had all the blood rush to her head from that position. She breathed heavily, blinking at me in a daze before she burst out laughing. The sound was beautiful. So carefree and alive.
Rain suddenly broke from the clouds above, drenching us as we stayed in its path and Ilaria threw her head back and opened her mouth. She stuck out her tongue, allowing raindrops to melt on it and I huffed.
“You’re making me jealous of the rain, Snow.”
“What the fuck, Heathen?” She giggled when she looked at me. I licked my lips, her eyes tracking the action and looking every inch my little sex-obsessed doll, because clearly that was just foreplay to her.
“Just testing your limits, baby. Am I there yet?” I tilted my head as she hooked her arms around my neck and stared into my demon eyes with amusement.
“Not even close.”
“Good,” I groaned, pulling my hips back and allowing my cock to find her entrance. She bit into her lower lip as I tried to nudge myself in with a little thrust. “Gunna need some help, Snow.”
With her legs wrapped around my waist, she dug her heels into my ass, pushing herself further onto my cock and her eyes rolled as a few inches found their home.
“Fuck, I love how your pussy strangles me. But relax, Snow. Let me in,” I demanded, and I felt her take a little more of me. I hummed darkly at the feeling of being inside her again. She was panting already. The rain pelting against our skin and soaking her hair made her look even sexier.
“Is it even possible to fuck while flying?” she breathed against my lips, her arms wrapped around my neck and her hands running themselves over my curved horns, causing me to shudder. She knew I fucking loved that.
“Let’s find out, shall we?”
Holding onto her hips, I started to lift her up and down on my cock, allowing her pussy to get used to me until she was taking more and more. I ate up all her moans with my mouth, kissing her passionately. There was no better feeling in the world than the sensation of my sensitive ribbed cock sliding in and out of her, causing the whimpers and moans from her lips. Not even eating brains could compare.
“Let go, Snow,” I ordered against her lips. She opened her eyes and stared into mine, realising what I meant. She slowly unhooked her arms from my neck. “Now, lean back.”
“But–” She glanced over her shoulder, looking down at the distance to the green land that was in view.
“Do you trust me?”
Her eyes met mine and she licked her lips. “Yes.”
She leaned back, and I held all her body weight by gripping her hips tighter and keeping her impaled on my cock. And then I started to fuck her. Fast. My biceps burned as I used her body like my personal fuck toy and her screams became lost in the wind and rain. I felt her walls closing around me, choking me with their intense pulsing as she came from the thrill and pleasure I was giving her. Grabbing her neck, I lifted her back to me, allowing her dizziness to subside from the insane head rush she would have just experienced.
Pushing her wet hair away from her neck, I kissed down the column of it until I found her pulsing vein and sunk my teeth in without warning. She screamed as I drank, finding my form of heaven in every beat of her heart. When she bit down on my shoulder and started drinking too, I lost all fucking control. I could barely keep my wings steady as I raised her body up and down the length of my cock while we drank from each other, feeling the intensity of our bond at its purest form. We both started to cum, moaning into each other’s skin and I opened my eyes just in time to see how close we were to the ground. Removing my fangs from her neck, I said, “Brace yourself, Snow.”
Just before impact, I cocooned my wings around us both, protecting her from any harm, and flipped over so I would take the brunt of the landing. My body skidded along the grass, our forms tucked inside the darkness of my wings until we came to a stop. Slowly, I allowed them to fall open on the damp, muddy grass and dropped my head back, breathing hard.
Ilaria sat up, still with my dick buried inside her, and placed her hands on my chest, glancing around at our surroundings. She looked back down at my face and I gave her a cocky grin as a slow smile spread across hers.
“Well… we just proved it’s possible. Though we could have died doing it.”
“It was hundred percent worth the risk.” She giggled, leaning forwards to kiss me. I wrapped my arms around her body and rolled until she was beneath me, caking us both in mud. I was so tempted to start pounding my hips into her again, but I had to remind myself that she wasn’t a demon, and she needed time to recover before taking me again. Sliding out of her, noticing the slight wince on her face that told me I was making the right call.
“Where are we?” she asked as I helped her to her feet. We seemed to have landed in a field of long grass with a farm and stables in the distance.
“Fuck knows. But isn’t that great?” I held my arms out wide and then did a little jig in the rain, which made her make my favourite sound. I scooped her up in my arms and spun her around. “We can go anywhere we want and do anything we want, Snow. Because I am finally fucking free!”
And freedom had never felt so good.
After being absolute idiots and dancing in the rain in the middle of a wheat field, I transported us to my grandpapi’s castle, knowing that was where he and Leif would be dealing with Belladonna. Not even the thought of her could dampen my spirits. Come to think of it, I couldn’t remember a time when I had ever felt so blissfully happy. Yesterday had been the worst day of my entire life, yet today turned out to be my best.
My mate was free. Free from his captivity. Free from his abusers. One was dead, and the other was all mine. And I couldn’t wait to make her suffer.
The plans I had for that bitch would make even the God of the Underworld seem like a saint compared to me. I didn’t regard myself as an evil person. I wouldn’t hurt anyone unless they deserved it. But I was well aware of the darkness that has always lived inside me.
I first felt it as a child when I watched Lorcan in his first training fight at the Academy. Even though Lorcan won easily, seeing another boy punch him in the face caused this unsettling, violent rage to brew inside me. My grandpapi locked me in the gym changing rooms because he could tell I was about to lose control. I’d ripped that damn locker room to shreds. I was nine years old. From then on, I had to learn to control my emotions, but it wasn’t easy, especially when it came to those I loved. Just hearing a sick thought from some loser could unleash my anger. But if I had always acted on my impulses, I’d have been a liability to my family. I would have been a danger to society. My mind can become twisted with sinister thoughts easily. It’s why Grandma Alina suggested I keep a journal. To get it all down on paper and out of my head. Because if I gave in to my nature, I’d become volatile and sadistic. I would have been more like my great-grandfather Lucius and I didn’t want that.
But now, this feeling was starting to find a purpose. It was as if I had been locking all the darkness inside me for years because it was going to be needed one day. It was going to be necessary to make that person pay for what they had done to the person I loved most in this world. And fuck, I was excited to let it all out.
Heathen had given Luka back control so he didn’t alarm any of the Romano soldiers who hadn’t been brought up to speed on my mate being a demon yet. He flung his heavy arm over my shoulders as we strolled through the castle in our sodden clothes, damp hair and dirt-covered bodies. Just as we reached the stairs to head to my room to shower, Leif appeared at the side of the staircase.
“What the hell happened to you two?” he asked, his colourful eyes taking in our dishevelled appearances.
I glanced up at Luka’s face and burst into a fit of giggles.
“One word. Heathen,” Luka replied seriously, which only made me laugh harder.
“Do demons have a fetish for mud play?” Leif frowned, not understanding. “Actually, don’t answer that. I’d rather not know what kinky shit you are doing with my sister.”
“Noted,” Luka said, his lips curving slightly into a smirk.
“So, changing the subject, Belladonna is all set up, nice and cosy in the dungeon. I’ve enchanted her cell so no one will get in or out unless they are you two, me or Grandpapi. Grandpapi is staying down there to protect the shield over her so she can’t use any of her magic to attempt an escape or whatever. But you are going to need to think about a more permanent solution.” Leif raised his eyebrows at me suggestively.
“Oh, I know. I already plan on doing that today,” I answered with a wicked smile.
“How?” Luka asked.
“I’m going to cut off her hands. Witches cannot wield magic without their hands.”
Leif shuddered dramatically, shaking his whole face. He hugged his hands protectively under his armpits. “That gives me the heebie-jeebies.”
Luka groaned, shaking his head, which caused Leif and me to question what was wrong.
“Heathen has a stupid question to ask, Leif.”
“Go for it. I love stupid questions.” Leif grinned.
“He wants to know what would be worse for you, having your hands cut off or your dick.”
Leif visibly paled. I smirked.
“That is the hardest question I have ever been asked in my entire life,” Leif whispered, looking thoroughly shaken. “Dick. No, hands. No, dick. Shit. They both produce magic. It’s an impossible choice.”
“You are an idiot,” I said, walking past him and climbing the stairs. “Did you set up the screens in the dungeons like I asked?”
“Yeah,” Leif answered, still deep in thought. “Wait. Luka? Why did Heathen want to know that?”
Luka’s slow smile was full of dangerous teasing and Leif swallowed. “He was just curious.”
“Look, I know I am an Anderson by blood but—”
“Your hands and your dick are safe from us,” Luka interrupted him quickly and Leif puffed out a breath through his lips.
“Well, that’s a relief. And by the way, I have just extracted the summoning spell from Belladonna’s mind, so I can summon Hana’s demon tonight and Ronnie can give his soul to her and break the spell.”
“Good.” Luka nodded. “Thanks. You’ll be the first Anderson I am indebted to.”
“No need for that. I am just righting the wrongs of my ancestors,” Leif said with a smile. “You can just buy me a beer one day soon. Brother to brother.”
“Okay.” Luka nodded and Leif walked away before he twirled around and slammed his hand to his head. “Oh fuck. I forgot. I’m sober now. Three days and going strong. Maybe a coke instead?”
“Sounds good,” Luka answered, as I failed to hide my surprise at Leif’s confession.
“Wait? You’re giving up drinking?”
“Yeah. You know me, sis. I have an addictive personality. And I don’t need to rely on that shit to make me feel better. Best I stay away from it altogether.”
“Wow. Okay. Good for you. I’m proud of you, Leif.” He blew me a kiss and turned back away. “Oh, Neve is looking for you.”
“I know! I am hiding from her!”
“You can’t hide from her forever.”
He whistled while walking away and I rolled my eyes. Luka and I showered quickly and changed into clean clothes. A pair of ripped black jeans and a plain black tee in Luka’s size were waiting on my bed and I smiled, knowing they were from my mum. She would have made them quickly after seeing what Luka had dressed like.
Luka laid down on my bed and closed his eyes. “Come here,” he whispered, holding out his hand to me. I climbed on with him and nestled under his arm, snuggling in. “What are your plans for Belladonna? Do you want me there?”
I lifted my head, placing my chin on his chest to look at him. “Do you want to be there?”
I was hoping he wouldn’t, because I couldn’t fucking stand the way she looked at him. I hated that she thought they had this twisted, sick bond between them because of everything that had happened, but seeing how unaffected Luka had been by her in the throne room, made me want to protect him from having anything more to do with her. He needed to heal from his past and as long as she was still in his life, he never would.
He thought about it for a while before answering. “I’d only be there for you.”
“Then I don’t want you to be there. I can deal with her myself, and you can rest easy with the knowledge that I am going to make that woman suffer so horrifically for all she has put you and your family through.”
He kissed my forehead and placed one arm behind his head. “I know you will. That is why I am so okay with it.”
“Are you okay with me keeping her alive so I can make her suffer for years? Or would you rather I kill her soon?”
“You do what you need to do, love. As long as she suffers for what she’s done, I’m good. And my mind is at peace knowing you will be the one to do it, because I trust you will do it properly. I don’t even want to give her the satisfaction of ever seeing my face again.” He yawned loudly.
“Okay. Why don’t you get some sleep?”
“You should get some too, love. I bet you haven’t slept for days either.” He closed his eyes, pulling me into him tighter and in seconds, he was softly snoring. I smiled as I watched him sleep peacefully for the first time in gods know how long. Has he ever slept peacefully? I wasn’t sure. But I hoped he would start right now.
After a while, I knew I wasn’t going to be able to sleep because the itch to deal with Belladonna was causing adrenaline to pump through my blood. I shifted off the bed, being careful not to wake Luka and left him a note in case he woke up and wondered where I was.
Opening my chest of drawers, I pulled out two of my sharpest blades and put them in my rucksack, along with a large notepad and pen. Throwing it over my shoulder, I made my way down to the dungeons.