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Page 43 of Once Upon a Demon’s Heart

“I used to come here when I was a boy.” Kalel’s voice is low as I settle on his lap.

I straddle him so we’re facing one another.

He wraps his hand around my ass and secures me there so I don’t fall backward.

“It’s the prettiest place in the kingdom, wouldn’t you agree?

The gardens, the castle, the sad song of swallows and nightingales.

I would come here to clear my head. Almost always, I thought of you.

For the short time we had together, you marked my heart somehow. ”

I listen intently, studying every line and groove of his face. His amber eyes shift to mine. He always looks so tired, it breaks my heart—a man with a million thoughts that refuse to leave his mind unburdened.

I thought of him often too, but I believed he was dead. I saw his body, the pierced heart. He was dead. It must be Pluto’s doing that he was saved. Kalel said he saw the god, and I believe him, because there’s no other explanation as to how he’s here right now.

Kalel presses his nose to my throat and inhales my scent.

I’m self-conscious about it because he told me I smelled repulsive to him when we first met.

He strokes his tongue over my skin, drawing a sigh from my lips and relaxing my muscles.

I practically melt into his lap, and he lets his chest rumble with the calming purr I’ve come to yearn for.

The vibrations make my core tremble, and a soft moan escapes me as he slides down the shoulder of my dress. He dots my collarbone with kisses and moves down to my breast. My head tilts back, and I breathe heavily as he sucks on my nipple and grabs my ass.

“You truly are the most ethereal being known to this world,” he whispers against my tender flesh. I shut my eyes and let the pleasure of his scenting me wash away any thoughts. Then his teeth sink into my breast.

My eyes flash open.

At first, I’m scared that I’ll be in pain, but it’s the opposite. A wave of ecstasy crashes through me and tears a cry from my lips. Kalel groans as he takes deep gulps of my blood.

I weave my fingers through his hair. With each drink he takes, my hips buck lightly of their own volition. Oh, my gods. I’m losing my mind to this demon, and I’ll gladly fall into madness for him.

He swallows once more before removing his teeth and licking the wound clean of my golden blood.

I whimper at the sudden loss of pleasure and slump in his arms. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to how a devourer’s bite affects a demigod’s body.

It once felt so wrong and violating, but now the sensation is entirely addictive.

I want Kalel’s lips on every part of my body.

I’d give him all of my blood until the end of time if I had to.

And whether or not that’s the venom in his bite that makes me think this way, or the fact that my heart is starting to beg for his adoration, I cannot tell the two apart.

Kalel fixes my dress and looks up at me while licking my taste from his lips. Those eyes are drunk with my blood. Lustful, I’d dare say.

“If I knew I’d be marrying a godling one day, I would’ve prayed much more,” he says sarcastically.

I smile and press a kiss to his lips.

We both flinch.

Did I just… kiss him?

My heart hammers and I try to move off his lap. “Oh, my gods, I don’t know what came over me?—”

Kalel holds my lower back securely and brings his lips to mine, kissing me fervently. A moan slips from my parted lips, and he follows it, deepening the kiss and consuming me entirely. His hands move to my hips, and he rocks me over his crotch, his cock swollen and throbbing beneath me.

My breaths become shallow, and my core aches to be filled by him. Not the heat. Not now. Another painful throb wracks through me, and this time I can’t help but cry into his heady kisses.

“I’ll take care of you, little godling. Your pussy has wept for me long enough,” he practically growls over my lips.

Kalel hoists me up and moves aside his robe, easily pushing his undergarment out of the way and freeing his dick.

My mouth dries as I take in how big he is, and fear coils in my abdomen at the sight of his bulbous base.

His shaft last night was enough to stretch me to my limit.

What will the rest of him do to me? And why do I want it so badly?

I suck in my lower lip with lust and worry. Kalel leans into me and kisses my thoughts away. He slowly lowers my pussy onto his cock. He moans when he finds how wet I am for him already.

“ Fuck , you’re ready to be stuffed, aren’t you?” He bites my lower lip and pulls on it until I’m chasing his mouth and kissing him deeply as his tip sinks into me.

My center stretches to fit him, and I cry out, letting my forehead fall to his shoulder. “It’s too big. I don’t think it will fit in this position.” My voice is trembling, mostly with aches to be filled.

“You will fit me, little godling, don’t you worry,” Kalel says with a borderline growl as he turns me around so my back is against his chest. My muscles relax as he purrs again, the vibrations being directly against my spine does something to me. It sends me deeper into his lustful spell.

He holds both my thighs and slowly lowers me onto his dick. I writhe in his hold and moan as he works himself into me.

“Kalel, it’s not going to work,” I protest as his girth continues to fill me up. My head falls back against his chest, and tears prickle in my eyes.

He tilts his head to mine and licks away my tears, releasing one of my thighs and placing his hand over my clit and rubbing it. “Does it hurt?”

I nod. “A little.” But it also feels so fucking amazing.

He sinks a little further inside me, and my pussy reacts to him, tightening and gripping him like it wants to suck him dry.

Kalel groans and lowers his lips to mine. “Can you handle a little pain for the things you’ve done?” he says scathingly over my lips. I whimper, nodding.

This is my penance. This is my ruination.

Kalel is my punishment. But I’ve already grown to care about him deeply. Is that even punishment? Oh, how cruel the gods can be.

“I can handle all the weight of the worlds. Can you handle the pain in your heart, Kalel?” I press my hand to his jaw, guiding his lips to mine, and as we collide, I prepare for what’s to come.

His fingers dig into my waist at my comment as I thought they would. He responds by thrusting the remainder of his length into me brutally. His knot smacks my entrance, and his tip is pushing against my cervix.

A scream is wrenched from my lips, covered just in time with his hand. He doesn’t give me a second of reprieve before he’s rocking his hips and pumping his engorged cock into me. It’s aggressive and filled with emotion.

The pain and pleasure mix into a feeling of chaos. My thoughts are swept away, and all I can focus on is the way he ruts into me like he’ll never be able to pull away again. The hatred and despair I once felt in his movements have turned into affection and guilty desire.

Kalel forces two fingers inside my mouth, and I bite down on them to keep myself from screaming as he pulls out to the tip and then thrusts his hips ruthlessly back into me. His knot repeatedly edging my entrance and making me moan at the girth of it.

He groans as I bite harder on his fingers. He buries his teeth into my shoulder and drinks my blood greedily as he fucks me in the moonlit garden.

His motion becomes heavier and slower. Kalel pulls his teeth from my flesh, gold liquid spilling on my skin as he chokes out, “I wished it wasn’t you, Alira. But I was lying. To myself. To you. I’ve longed for this. To make you mine forever.”

Kalel pushes down on my thighs hard. The fat, thick knot at his base slowly enters me, spreading me and securing itself in my deepest parts. My insides are on fire and my stomach feels tight.

I weep at the sharp pain and pleasure. They are so similar, and the pressure is so intense that I can no longer differentiate the feeling.

“ Wait . I’m not ready,” I cry, looking down at where we’re connected and seeing how my stomach already bulges just from taking in his huge knot.

He moans and kisses me, bucking his hips until his knot grows bigger.

He rubs my clit until the tension is so powerful that I come all over his cock.

He consumes my cries with deep kisses. Then his whole body tenses and he stills.

Kalel’s cock pulses and hot liquid pours into my pussy, throbbing into my womb and filling me up. I whimper at the pressure that builds in my abdomen. He leans us back so I’m resting on his chest comfortably.

“ Shh . I know, little godling. You did so well. It will take a while before we can part. You likely won’t get pregnant, so don’t cry.

” His voice sounds pained as he presses hot kisses to my forehead.

His knot swells more, until I’m convinced it will never come out.

His cock continues to throb deep inside me, spilling into my deepest parts and filling me completely.

My stomach already looks swollen with his child.

Tears spill from my eyes.

His purring doesn’t stop, and it’s the only thing that soothes me. Kalel remains quiet, caressing me gently and keeping one hand where his knot is latched inside me, massaging softly.

“I’m a selfish man, you know. The timid boy you met long ago is dead. This is all I am now.” His words make my heart twist painfully. Why did the gods do this to us? Why must we suffer so greatly? He never deserved the suffering he was dealt.

“I don’t mind who you are now, Kalel,” I murmur as I move my hand over his. He stops massaging over his knot and lets out a defeated sigh.

“Yeah?”

I only smile and close my eyes, letting my head lean against his. I wish this moment would last forever.

At least five minutes have passed, and his cock is still slowly releasing his seed inside me. The pain has at least subsided, but my mind is weary, and every muscle in my body is limp with exhaustion.

“You did so well, little godling,” he murmurs, smoothing his hand over my stomach. Does he long to have a child with me? My heart warms at the idea of a little demon-godling mix of us.

I don’t respond. I don’t feel like I am even capable of it. My head rests against his shoulder, and all I can do is keep my eyes open enough to see the rise and fall of his chest.

“Would you like to sleep here tonight? I’m afraid we’ve been out here for over an hour. The gardens are likely littered with demons trying to have as much fun as we did,” he says with a bit of humor in his tone, but I’m too tired to laugh. I’m struggling even to keep my eyes open.

He falls silent and brushes his hand over my head.

“Do gods sleep? I’ve always wondered. I never believed it fully until witnessing you rest myself.

Gods do sleep, and I wonder how much that fact scares them.

When demons like me have been waiting and watching for our chance to rid this world of them all.

” Kalel sounds nostalgic on the matter, but his words are ominous.

His knot finally unswells—the sensation relieving my inner walls from the pressure, and they are finally able to relax. Slowly, he pulls himself from me, and I whimper at the sudden emptiness. It feels cold, and the pain lingers.

He wraps me in his arms as I curl into the fetal position. I can’t give a moment of thought to how he sees me right now.

I’m broken from today, and yet, I’ve never felt more whole.

Gods, I’m falling in love with a demon.