Page 37 of Guarded by the Gargoyle (Hidden Hollow #3)

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KAEL

I came back to consciousness and the memory of myself at the worst possible time. I felt a tight, pleasurable pressure around my shaft and realized that I was coming—orgasming over and over and flooding the womb of the woman I was buried inside.

Looking down, I found that the woman in question was Willow—my Mistress. The one woman I had sworn to protect and serve.

Well, I was serving her all right, I saw grimly. I was balls deep in her tight pussy and she was moaning and struggling weakly beneath me.

“Kael, please!” she moaned. “Please, it hurts—it’s too much! I can’t take it anymore.”

I felt my heart sink as I realized what I had done. I had hurt the woman I loved—I had violated the Mistress I had sworn to protect.

I deserved to die—to be cast back into The Pit which I now vaguely remembered she had pulled me from.

Thankfully, I had spent the last of my seed in her so my knot was finally going down. I waited until it was sufficiently deflated and then pulled out slowly, so as not to hurt her anymore than I already had.

She cried out weakly as I came free and I winced as I saw the huge gush of seed that came from her pussy and coated her thighs. Gods, I had done my best to breed her, hadn’t I? If she didn’t have my child taking root in her belly, I would be very surprised.

What a horrible guardian I was—what a horrible male—I had hurt the one I was supposed to protect. She would never trust me again and I didn’t blame her—I would never trust myself either.

As soon as I was all the way out of her, Willow moaned and collapsed on her side.

“Mistress,” I said, leaning over her. “Mistress, forgive me. I’m so sorry!”

Her eyelids fluttered and her gaze fixed on me. I saw relief in her beautiful green eyes.

“Kael, you’re back,” she whispered. “Thank…thank the Goddess.”

“I didn’t mean to hurt you,” I told her. “I didn’t know you. But I know that’s no excuse. I deserve to be cast back into Hell.”

As I spoke, I felt a hot wind curling around me. Looking to the side, I saw the portal I vaguely remembered coming through. That was the source of the wind—it was curling around me, tugging at me, urging me to return to The Pit, where I belonged.

But my words seemed to upset Willow.

“What? No!” she exclaimed, struggling to sit up. I helped her get to her knees and she winced and scooted away from the puddle of demon seed she had left when I pulled out of her.

I couldn’t stop the aching in my heart when I saw how stiffly she moved. Her thighs were coated with my dark gold demon cum but I could see the redness there too—I had burned her when I came in her. I had hurt her when I filled her with my seed. And that didn’t even include stabbing her with my barb and letting my knot swell inside her. I had mistreated and used her fragile human body like it was disposable—useful as nothing but a sexual toy.

I couldn’t have hated myself more.

But as my self-loathing grew, so did the wind from the portal. I felt it curling around my arms and legs like invisible hands, trying to drag me back.

Willow noticed what was happening—the way I was slowly getting dragged towards the portal.

“Hey, what’s going on? Stop it! Stop that!” she exclaimed, grabbing my arm.

I shook my head.

“Just let it take me, Mistress. I deserve my fate. I deserve to go back and be forever bound in The Pit.”

“No, you don’t! Kael, please!” she begged and there were tears in her lovely green eyes.

But neither of us could stop the inevitable. I was going to be dragged back through the portal and into Hell, where I belonged.

I didn’t even try to fight it.