Page 40 of Unbinding the Demon

The winds howled outside the gloomy cave, imprisoning us with their foreboding, shadowy presence. My knees pressed into the cave floor as I bent back and grabbed my bare heels, stretching into camel pose. It was tricky and slightly painful to do yoga on such an unforgiving surface. But after being held in the same position in Azathoth’s arms for so long, I felt like I’d die if I didn’t stretch.

Azathoth was leisurely lying on one of the larger stones. He rested on his side, propped up using his elbow, with his head in his hand, like a chillaxed lounge lizard. He folded his wings and tucked them close to his back. A long, flowing lock of hair cascaded over his shoulder and coiled on the rock in front of him. To pass the time, he had untangled most of his braids, but he missed a few, and I wasn’t going to tell him. An endearing twinkle glimmered in his eyes as he watched me with a dorky half-smile stretched across his handsome face.

I exhaled a long breath and came out of my pose. My eyes met his fiery gaze as I sat crisscross applesauce on the floor, facing him. I grabbed the satchel bag that rested next to my boots and pulled my favorite red reusable water bottle out of it. “So, how much longer do you think we’ll be stuck in here?” I asked, then flipped the cap open and guzzled down a large refreshing swig.

He shrugged and pushed himself up into a seated position. His wings fell forward on either side of him, scraping against the floor with their sharp spikes. “It’s hard to say, but I’d guess no more than an hour, tops.” He grabbed a small stone, tossed it up in his hand once, then threw it against the far wall. A few loud clanks echoed throughout the cave as the stone bounced and then settled on the floor.

An entire hour? We’re never going to get out of The Abyss at this snail’s pace.

I grumbled to myself while putting my water bottle back in the bag, but then I stopped when I saw the book. I traced my fingers over the black manuscript, which contained the incantation to unbind his powers. My gaze shifted back over to him, and I bit the inside of my cheek. I still intended to tell him I wanted to unbind him. Especially now that I knew that not only did Aunt Elowynn want me to do it, but he would die if I didn’t. It was kind of a no-brainer at this point. But I figured it was a good idea to feel him out first, just to make sure he didn’t have any sinister plans, like destroying the whole town or something, because, you never know.

I glanced down with a blank expression and twiddled with the hem of my dress. “So, um, Azathoth?”

“Yes, Buttercup?” he half-grinned, revealing his sharp, white fangs.

“Well, I was just wondering, say, hypothetically, if I were to unbind you…” His head immediately perked up, and his eyes grew brighter, cutting through the darkness of the cave like two luminescent citrine gems. “You wouldn’t do anything super destructive, like destroy the whole town, would you?” I squished my lips together and peeked over at him.

A soft chuckle rumbled out from his chest and echoed off the walls. “Well, no, I wasn’t planning on doing something like that, but I can’t promise anything.” Silky raven locks fell over his shoulders as he leaned forward with a loving look in his eyes. “If I get unbound, I plan to return to Hell... and take you back with me.”

My fingers caught a loose thread from the hem of my dress while I plucked at it. I wasn’t sure how I felt about going to Hell with him. Despite Satnakium, the city where he grew up, sounding cool, my guess was that it would still be kind of scary there since it was, well, Hell after all. The very place preachers spent their lives warning us about. I wanted things to work out between Azathoth and me because I loved him, but I was still very hurt. I was unsure if it would be worth it to salvage this relationship, let alone go live in the land of fire and death with him.

“And say, what if I didn’t want to go to Hell with you? Would you use your powers to take me there, anyway? You did tell me I could leave once Adelstein was dealt with,” I reminded him with a small shrug.

His expression became inscrutable and his voice flat. “Yes, I did. And I’ll keep my word if you choose to leave.” He tapped his chin as if thinking. “Are you still considering leaving?” His eyes betrayed his stony countenance, with apprehension flickering within their flames.

“Well, I honestly don’t know. I mean, I want this relationship to work.” I raised my palms and shook my head. “But it really hurts knowing that you didn’t even want to be with me when we first started dating. This entire relationship began just so you could use me, then throw me away like an unwanted crumpled-up napkin. I’ve been thinking that maybe it would be better for me to find someone else who will want me from the start.” I waved a hand up and tried to look tough instead of upset.

A menacing look crossed his face as soon as that last sentence left my mouth. He lowered his hand from his chin in an eerie, fluid movement. Then he rose from his seat without taking his eyes off me, like a tiger sizing up its next meal.

Oh, shoots and ladders. Maybe I shouldn’t have said that.

Something dark and unnerving lingered in his eyes that I couldn’t quite place. I watched him from my spot on the floor, my heart racing like a drum. He approached me with the stealth of a predator on the prowl. The air buzzed with tension as he drew nearer, each step echoing my escalated pulse. I suddenly felt like a trembling little ant beneath a giant, menacing boot. My eyes darted around as his intimidating, demonic form circled behind me with silent, calculated steps. I was too frightened by his predatory stance to even move.

Oh man, oh man, oh man.. .

He crouched down right behind me so that his large thighs were on either side of my body. Then he began gently running his claws through my hair with a daunting, predatory purr. His hot breath fanned the side of my head, causing my heart rate to speed up even more. I bit my lip and tried to keep my breathing calm.

“Yes, it’s true. I didn’t intend to have a long-term relationship with a human when we first met. I had planned to use you and then abandon you as if you meant nothing to me at all. And I was a selfish fool for ever thinking such things.” He leaned in next to my face, causing his silky hair to fall over my shoulder, and looked into my eyes with remorse. “I do regret hurting you like that, and I apologize for my treacherous intent and stupidity. You deserved so much better than what I did. And if it’s of any consolation at all, I’ve always been very attracted to you. I wanted you sexually from the very first moment I laid eyes on you." His clawed hand caressed under my chin while his thumb popped my lip out from beneath my bite. “If you’ll give me the chance, I would love nothing more than to make it up to you and show you how much I do want to be with you.” He leaned back behind me once more, taking his time. The hand that was under my chin abruptly grabbed my throat with a gentle but firm grip, causing a little squeak to escape me. “However, it seems I need to remind you that regardless of our unfortunate beginning, you’re still mine!” he growled with fury.

Oh, snap.. .

“Azathoth,”

I gasped in fear while grasping the large hand that was gripping me.

He straight up roared like an enraged demonic beast, shaking the stalactites and causing a few to fall and shatter on the ground as he picked me up. My flailing body was roughly carried the short distance to the far wall. A low menacing growl vibrated through him as he sat on a rock, then shoved me onto his lap facing away from him. He forced my legs over on either side of his outer thighs, with the black denim from his pants rubbing against my bare skin. He simultaneously brought his large wings around and used them to firmly pin my legs against his thighs, trapping me in place. Their lethally sharp spikes staked onto the floor on either side of us. Then, like a strangling serpent, one of his tattooed arms slithered around my upper body, completely immobilizing me.

“Azathoth, please... You’re scaring me,” I whimpered, my eyes wide and filled with fear.

He roughly grabbed my hair and pulled my head back to make me look at him, exposing my scarred neck. “Oh, am I?” He raised a brow with that dark, evil look still etched on his face. His legs spread, forcing mine apart with them and causing his wings to scrape against the stone floor. I tried to wiggle a little, but I was only successful in grinding my butt against the massive erection in his pants.

A low, sinister purr vibrated in his throat as he sensually ran his nose up my neck and cheek. “You don’t ever need to be afraid of me, my love.” His voice was silky smooth, but then right back to being harsh as he continued. “But don’t think for even a measly second that I’m just going to stand by and let some filthy simpleton touch what is mine! As long as my claim is on your neck , I will rip apart any man who dares to put his grubby hands on you!” he snarled viciously. “I will shred their vile flesh from their bones and crush their worthless brittle skulls beneath my feet... I will liquidate them!” His deep voice demonically bellowed throughout the cave.

Oh shit. He’s not just crazy; he’s jealous.

I tried to move my legs, but they were firmly imprisoned between his thighs and wings. “But you told me you would let me leave if I wanted to when this was over. What did you think would happen if I did? That I’d go off and become some wacky celibate puritan?” I asked with an irritated undertone while still trying to squirm a bit.

“Well, I guess I didn’t think you’d already be considering going off with some inferior Tom, Dick, or Harry!” With one swift swipe of his hot, wet tongue, he lasciviously licked my scar, causing me to gasp as an unexpected, dizzying wave of lust crashed over me. “I suppose I’ll just have to remind you that I can pleasure you far better and offer you far more than any weak, thimble-witted man ever could!”

My face flushed, and I had the urge to squeeze my legs shut, unable to take the intense, agonizing heat flooding between them. I tried to squirm again, but his grip on me tightened, and he spread my legs even wider. A quiet moan slipped out from me as his soft lips brushed over the scar, lightly like a feather’s tickly touch. My lower stomach clenched, and I was suddenly downright ravenous for him.

Damn that stupid claim for so easily making me aroused! Damn it to some awful place other than Hell... like the Vermont DMV or something.

He lifted his head lazily to look at me with burning hot desire in his eyes, then he flashed a seductive grin to show off his sharp teeth. With a low, bestial growl, his head lowered back down, and he slowly scraped his fangs across his claim. “A-A-Aza—” I struggled to sputter out his name, my body jolting under his tormenting touch. His mouth crashed down, causing me to scream. He began aggressively licking and laying wet, open-mouthed kisses on the area, demanding my lustful reaction to him. “Azathoth!”

Holy fucking flapjacks!

I writhed as much as his immobilizing grip would allow me to. My nipples hardened painfully into little pearling beads beneath my dress. A disorienting, infernal lust shot through my body, creating a tsunami between my legs. A cadence of breathy moans danced out from between my quivering lips and echoed throughout the cave.

The sound of diabolical chuckling joined with my echoes of pleasure. I could feel him wickedly grinning against my neck as he nipped my sensitive flesh. “Now tell me, Buttercup, do you really think that someone else could ever do this to you?” His large hand untangled itself from my hair to release my head. Then it sensually caressed down my body, landing between my thighs. He grazed his clawed fingers over my soaked panties with a deep, satisfied purr.

I moaned feverishly from his slight touch and involuntarily tried to arch my hips toward his hand for more contact. I needed more contact . The arm that was restricting my upper body loosened, and he slipped a hand down the front of my dress to cradle one of my sensitive breasts. He rolled my peeking nipple between his thumb and pointer finger for a moment, then pinched it. I yelped and jerked from the sudden pleasurable pain that he so shamelessly inflicted on me.

His mouth sucked and nibbled on my earlobe, while he scraped my neck and jawline with his rough stubble. “Hmm... No, I don’t think they ever could,” he tsked smugly. His hand massaged teasing circles over my pussy. The other continued playing with my nipples, causing me to become a delirious, panting mess. “Look how sopping wet you are for me, and I’ve hardly even touched you yet. Hell, you’re even still wearing all your clothes.” He laughed, making me want to scowl at him. But I wasn’t going to kid myself; I wanted him to fuck me more. “Just imagine how much more pleasurable this will be once we complete our infernal matrimony.” He peppered light kisses back down my neck, then swirled his tongue over my scar, causing my whole body to feverishly quiver and writhe.

“I-It gets more... m-more intense?” I stumbled over my words, reaching up to grip his bicep. Desperation surged within me as my fingers sought the support of his arm.

“Oh yes, it does.” His hand stilled and pulled away from my center.

I let out a pained whimper, aching for his touch. “No, Azathoth, please... don’t stop.” My embarrassingly clingy tone was gentle, just exceeding a whisper.

He looped a finger around the side of my panties, right over my hip. “What’s the matter, Buttercup? Do you want me to make you come?” he asked with a cocky, raised brow.

“Dagnabbit, yes. Please, just, please... Fucking fuck me already, you diabolical madman!” I begged, while shaking my head back and forth.

“As you wish,” he chuckled, a hint of menace in his voice.

With a quick soft rip, his claw sliced through the thin lacy material of my panties. Then he moved his hand to the other side and ripped them completely off. I bit my lip in anticipation as he threw them to the floor in a drenched, rumpled-up heap.

The hand that was playing with my nipples shot up and roughly grabbed my face. I sucked in a sharp breath through my nose as he forced me to meet his burning, infernal gaze, which was now full of raw, bestial lust. He leaned in and bit my lower lip with dominance, then seductively pulled it out from beneath my bite with a low, erotic growl.

“For that, I’m going to bury my demon cock so deep inside your tight, weeping cunt that you’ll have no choice but to let me carry you around for the rest of our fun little adventure.” He ran the pad of his middle finger up along my bare, soaking-wet folds, then circled it around my clit.

Oh, Snap ...

His wings released my legs, and he, quick as lightning, stood up, then spun around and placed me in a seated position on the cool, rough stone. He growled, a primal sound that sent shivers down my spine. In an instant, he yanked my dress over my head. I gasped, shock rushing through me as I sat exposed before him. I was a wanton puddle of pudding, trembling with desire as I took in the titillating sight of the demon in front of me.

The hard bulges of muscle that made up his chiseled abs sank between my thighs as his masculine body knelt before me. His inked arm muscles flexed deliciously, causing my heart to flutter in my chest as he threw my legs over his broad shoulders. With a feral growl, he dove face-first into my dripping pussy. He plunged his wicked, silky tongue in and out of me, ravenously lapping at my arousal. His arms wrapped around me, pulling my core closer to him while his hands supported my back.

I desperately reached forward and grabbed his sharp black horns as if they were handlebars. “Oh! Azathhhh—Oh fuck!” My legs squeezed tighter around his head as the intense knots in my lower stomach threatened to burst.

He grazed his fangs along my pussy lips, then sucked down on my swollen clit. His tongue danced over it, flicking back and forth and swirling around in a rapturous rhythm. My rigid body shook, while a delirious melody of moans and mewls poured from my mouth. He picked up the pace with his tongue, driving me absolutely wild; then he sucked hard, and I fucking saw stars . My screams echoed off the cave walls as a wave of complete euphoria crashed over me.

Azathoth drank in every last drop with urgent carnal thirst. His hands released me, causing my limp, trembling body to fall back onto my elbows as he stood up. His lustful, glowing gaze seemed to scorch my soul as he stared down at me while removing his pants and boots. He growled low and wrapped his large hand around his massive, grooved cock. His powerful black wings spread out behind him, lightly flapping, sort of as if he were peacocking in his own strange, demonic way.

I was both intimidated yet full of desire as I gazed up at the crazed, horny, naked demon flaunting his stuff before me. Then, he stalked forward and crawled over me with his thighs on either side of my torso. He roughly grabbed my hair and yanked my head back. “Open your mouth, Buttercup,” he demanded with his throbbing cock in his fist.

My stomach fluttered and my legs quivered. I did as he asked and parted my lips, eager to taste him. He tapped the tip of his cock against my tongue, causing a string of precum mixed with saliva to stretch between us. Then he shoved himself forward, making me gag as he hit the back of my throat. I sputtered and held onto his powerful thighs as he began forcefully fucking my mouth. Deep groans of pleasure rumbled out of him while his hips shoved back and forth, only able to fit halfway into my mouth.

The grip on my hair tightened and his thrusting picked up. Tears rolled down my face as I savored the salty taste of him and the feeling of him slamming down my throat. The ridges sensuously glided over my tongue, and his girth forced my jaw wide apart. I sucked in my cheeks the best I could, and swallowed with him still in my mouth. He then abruptly pulled out and leaned down, crashing his lips onto mine.

His mouth moved with passion against mine in a burning dance for dominance. His hand further intertwined itself within the hair on the back of my head, while the other landed on the small of my back, pulling my body closer to his. The kiss grew more aggressive and demanding as he crawled slightly backward, pushing me down until I was flat on my back. His tongue furiously invaded my mouth, dominating the fuck out of mine.

My hands trailed down his muscular back while my legs wrapped around his thick waist. I moaned, and he hissed as I arched my hips up, pressing my wet, throbbing slit against his hard length. He growled and roughly pushed my hips back down, pressing my butt to the stone below me.

“Goddammit, Ash—I mean, Azathoth, whatever the fuck your name is, please, fuck me already!” I couldn’t take not having him inside me any longer.

His growl turned into more of a bestial snarl as he grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head. “Not until you know exactly what I can offer you, Buttercup.” He smashed his lips back onto mine in a quick, hungry kiss, leaving me breathless.

My chest heaved up and down as I stared up at him, drunk on burning desire. His gaze swept over me with raw sexual hunger, his handsome face framed in a curtain of silken black locks that flowed down beside us. He glided his free hand up the side of my body, brushing over my breasts and neck, then caressing my cheek.

“If you’ll allow me to complete our infernal matrimony.” He ran the tip of his nose up against mine with a purr. “It will tie our souls together in an unbreakable bond, allowing me to drown you in immortal pleasures for all eternity. Allow me to scorch your spirit with my Hellfire, drink of my evil passion, and I will lavish you with endless erotic ecstasies. I will adorn you with diabolic opulence, and indulge you in all that you may desire. You will have my everlasting love and devotion. I will belong to you, and you to me, eternally.” He positioned the tip of his cock at my entrance. “I’m offering you an immortal life by my side. Think about it, Buttercup.”

I didn’t have too long to think about it though, because, with that, he wrapped his free hand around my back and began slowly pushing his gigantic cock inside me. I gasped and tried to jerk up, squeezing my eyes closed from the sudden pain. Even though I had slept with him in his demonic form plenty of times before in my dreams, those were only dreams. This was our real-life flesh-and-blood bodies joining as one. And my vagina was not used to his real-life brobdingnagian demon dick trying to slither up inside it.

Sweet lemony leprechauns! This is like losing my virginity all over again!

He filled me deeply and euphorically, stretching my inner walls with his impressive girth. He paused once he was all the way in, allowing me to adjust to his size. His soft lips pressed passionate kisses over his claim, and that was all I needed for him to continue. I cried out in intoxicating bliss as he began to powerfully pound into me. His thrusting was rough and dominating, like a sex-crazed barbaric beast.

The cool stone bit against my flesh as I tilted my head back and deliriously gazed up at the spike-embellished ceiling. He released my wrists, then dragged his hand back down the length of my arms and over my face. He hooked two fingers into my mouth, then used them to pull my face back up to look at him. I sucked them in deeper and seductively swirled my tongue around his claws. A deep growl rumbled within his chest as he vehemently slammed into me even faster. He pulled me even closer against him, making his powerful thrusts short and quick, like an angry jackhammer on the loose, his heavy, wet balls slapping uncontrollably against my ass.

He removed his fingers, then wrapped his wet hand around my throat, lightly choking me as he snarled in my face, baring his lethal fangs. “Tell me who you belong to!” he monstrously roared while continuing to pulverize my poor, vanquished womb.

“Y-You, Aza — Oh, Fu-fah! You, Az-Azathoth!” I sputtered and screamed, overwhelmed by the intensity.

He growled as he smashed his mouth back over mine in a fierce kiss. His wings spread out, breaking through large stalagmites as if they were no more than frail upside-down icicles. I gasped against his lips as he released my throat and sat back on his heels, pulling me up over his lap. My arms wrapped around his neck, and I tangled my hands in his long, lustrous hair. He grabbed my butt with both of his hands, then leaned back and began to violently slam my body up and down over his cock.

I squeezed my legs tighter around him as he broke the kiss and looked at me with a feral, possessive gleam in his burning eyes. “You’re mine!” he growled demonically, then bit down into my neck with his powerful jaws.

I screamed loud enough to shake the walls as hot, frenzied pleasure exploded through me. My eyes rolled into the back of my head, and my toes curled. Azathoth’s fangs stayed latched on, deep inside his claim, as he filled my womb with thick spurts of fiery demon seed. I twitched while trying to hold onto him with my limp linguine limbs. He removed his fangs, then sucked and licked at the bleeding wound while purring in sanguine delight.

His large wings wrapped snugly around me in a protective and possessive embrace as he lowered us down to lie on our sides. He lovingly held my fatigued, floppy body against his and kissed my forehead. While trying to catch my breath, I brushed my shaky fingers along his stubbly jawline, then rested my hand over the eclipsed sun on his chest. We stayed like that for a while, enjoying each other’s amorous embrace.

An endearing smile stretched across his face, with love twinkling in his golden eyes. “Gwendolyn?” he asked, then brought my hand up to his mouth for a kiss.

“Yes, Azathoth?”

“If I could turn back time and make right all the wrongs I’ve done to you, I would.” He sucked in a deep breath through his nose and caressed my cheek. “You’re still free to leave once all this is over, but I don’t want you to. Please stay with me. Come to Hell and spend eternity with me. Let me make right what I’ve done wrong. I love you, and I’m afraid of losing you.” His voice was soft and pleading.

I brushed a lock of hair out of his face and tucked it behind his ear. A small smile found its way to his lips as we continued to gaze into each other’s eyes. It was strange seeing someone so strong and ferocious seem so open and vulnerable. We both stayed quiet for a short while, as I thought about my answer. There was no denying that I was still hopelessly in love with him, and I wanted to be with him. It meant a lot to me that he had apologized and was remorseful for the pain he’d caused. But deciding on whether to tie my soul to a demon for all eternity was a pretty big decision to make, especially right after the throes of passion.

“Azathoth,” I said softly.

“Yes, Buttercup?” he answered, his voice barely rising above the silence.

“I’m honestly unsure of what I should do right now. I want to be with you, but going to Hell and being married for all eternity is a huge decision to make. I just need some more time to think about it.” I brushed my hand against his cheek, inviting him closer. He leaned into my touch, surrendering to the moment.

“Then I will continue to love and be with you as I await your decision. Take as much time as you need, my love. I don’t care if we’re in Hell or on Earth, or even in The Abyss, as long as you’re mine.” He leaned in and placed a tender kiss on my lips while caressing my temple. “If I am unbound, then I will wait all eternity for you if I have to, and if not, I will love you until the day I die.” He snuggled me closer to him.

Butterflies fluttered in my stomach as I looked into his loving gaze and gently cleared my throat. “Well, it’s not really a matter of if , but rather when .”

“What do you mean?”

I smiled with love and whispered, “I mean, I want to perform the unbinding spell for you.”

His head shot up with a look of shock, which then quickly turned into the biggest, most joyous grin I’d ever seen. His excited eyes glowed brightly, like molten gold, as they gazed into mine with complete adoration. A small squeak escaped me as he squeezed me even tighter against him and pressed a passionate kiss to my lips, oozing with excitement. I entwined my fingers in his hair while giggling against his smiling mouth.

And so, the carnivorous winds quieted down and blew past the cave, revealing our exit as we continued to kiss each other lovingly in the quiet dark.