Page 16 of His to Break
KARA
A zrael remains kneeling before me, completely at the mercy of my commanding voice.
I look down at him, a swell of satisfaction bubbling within me, igniting a fierce sense of power that sends a tremor of exhilaration through my veins.
The thrill of dominating a being as formidable as him is intoxicating, overwhelming in the best possible way.
If I can wield this kind of influence over a demon, then surely, I can do so to anyone who crosses my path.
“Do you like this?” I ask, my voice dripping with sultriness, each word laced with the promise of both danger and delight. “Being at my mercy?”
His eyes glimmer, reflecting a turbulent mix of defiance and something much deeper—something raw and primal that awakens the hunger within me.
It’s a tantalizing spark that both intrigues and excites me, compelling me to push the boundaries further.
I trail my fingers lightly along his shoulders, savoring the feel of the taut muscles that ripple beneath my touch, each hard contour a testament to his formidable strength.
When my fingertips dance over one of his wings, it twitches involuntarily—a reaction that sends a delicious shiver coursing through him.
The sight of him, so powerful yet so responsive to my touch, fuels my confidence.
The way his body reacts to me ignites a fire within, and I can’t help but want to explore this newfound dynamic between us, pushing him to feel the depths of my control.
Leaning closer, I whisper in his ear, letting my breath ghost over his skin. “Would you like to fuck me, Azrael?”
He turns his head slightly, locking his gaze onto mine—a fierce intensity that sends heat coursing through me. With a slow nod, he says yes.
The air crackles between us—a current of dark energy humming beneath my skin. Azrael’s chains clink as I circle him, my nails scraping down the grooves of his abdominal scars. “Take off your clothes,” I command, relishing how his jaw twitches. “Slowly.”
He obeys with deliberate slowness, each revealed inch of tattooed muscle making my breath hitch.
When he reaches for his belt, I swat his hand away.
“No. I’ll do it.” I drop to my knees, face level with his hardening cock straining against leather.
The scent of musk and smoke floods my senses as I bite the laces open.
“You reek of hellfire and arrogance,” I purr, dragging my tongue along the length outlined by fabric. “It’s intoxicating.”
His growl shakes the stones beneath us. “Don’t toy with me, little slave.”
I sink my teeth into his inner thigh until iron tang floods my mouth. “You’ll take what I give you.” Rising, I shove him onto the cot and hike up my tattered shift. “Lick. And don’t you dare fucking stop.”
His forked tongue lashes my clit with surgical precision, demonic dexterity turning my thighs to liquid fire.
I fist his horns, slamming his face deeper.
“ Yes —scorched earth and ashes, yes —” My hips jerk violently, riding his mouth as bioluminescent sigils ignite across my skin. “Faster. Hurt me like you mean it.”
He nips my inner labia, the pain-pleasure explosion making me scream. “Cheeky bastard —” I yank his head back by the horns, smearing my slick across his snarling lips. “On your knees. Back against the wall.”
The chains on his wings clatter as he assumes position. I straddle him backward, sheathing his cock in my aching cunt with a vicious drop. “ Move ,” I snarl, clawing at his wings’ membranous veins. He pistons upward, the angle brutal—each thrust stoking the incubus fire devouring my reason.
“Harder!” My demand cracks like a whip. He rams into my cervix, the pain blinding. Ecstasy. Power . His claws dig bloody crescents into my hips as he murmurs against my sweat-slick neck: “You’ll walk bowlegged for days.”
I twist, slapping him hard enough to snap his head sideways. “Did I permit speech?” My hand glows violet—a power I don’t yet understand—and shoves his consciousness into helpless arousal. “Come now .”
His roar shakes dust from the ceiling as he spills inside me, but I clamp down mercilessly.
“ Ah-ah .” I rise, his spent cock slipping out with a filthy sound.
“You don’t finish until I’ve taken everything.
” Pressing him against the wall, I guide his trembling fingers to my swollen clit.
“Make me scream. Then maybe I’ll let you breathe. ”
His laugh is ragged, worshipful. “Cruel slave.”
“ Merciless ,” I correct, riding his hand as
His knuckles slam into me with no warning, thick fingers spearing deep as a choked scream tears from my throat. "Tighter," I rasp, arching into the stretch while his free hand constricts my windpipe. "Show me hell's real grip, princeling."
The laugh bubbles up around his choking hold - half-mad, phosphorescent. "You'd...ugh...beg for my cock if--"
" Hah! " I buck violently, clenching around his cruel thrusts. "I know you'll... oh fuck ...come apart the second I cli--"
White fire detonates behind my eyelids. My spine arches off the floor as wetness gushes down his wrist, thighs clamping his arm like a vise. "Guh! GUH! " The sounds rip from me feral, unholy - a beast unleashed.
Azrael withdraws glistening fingers, smearing my slick across his slave brand. "Such pretty lies you tell yourself." He licks them clean, obsidian horns catching torchlight.
I grab his throat, violet energy flaring. " Fuck. Me. Now."
His answering snarl shakes the chamber as he forces me backward. I barely register the sting of stone against my back before he's sheathed to the hilt, my cunt swallowing him whole. "This?" He slams my hips upward, tearing a guttural moan. " This is mercy."
"Harder!" I rake bloody furrows down his wing membranes. "Break it. brEAK ME! "
Chainmail bites my throat as he pistons into my ravaged folds. Our rhythm turns brutal, primal - clapping flesh echoing through the dungeon. I watch his control unravel with each slap of our bodies, my pent scream building like a geyser.
" Come. " I dig heels into his flanks.
His roar shakes mortar from walls as he spills molten heat inside me. The convulsions trigger my own screaming climax, body seizing around him like a succubus stealing souls. We collapse in a tangle of limbs and spent curses, his spent cock still twitching within my ruined cunt.
"Again," I pant against his collarbone, tasting victory in my own sweat. "Before dawn."
Azrael's chuckle rumbles through me. "As my lady commands."