Page 47 of Unbinding the Demon

With a belligerent roar, Azathoth lunged at me. I let out a blood-curdling scream as he swooped me up into his arms, laughing like a devilish fiend. His foot slammed down hard, cracking the floorboards and sending a shockwave around us. It boomed against the stone walls, making them shake, then crumble and fall. Flames poured from his wings as they flapped to propel us upward. He shielded me with his body as he burst through the ceiling and into the freezing night sky.

His diabolical laughter never ceased. He flew rapidly upward in a tight circle, creating a raging whirlwind. My hair whipped all around as we hovered in front of the whistling tempest. I held onto his neck with a twinge of fear and watched with bewildered eyes as a flaming sphere formed within his clawed hand.

He turned his head and grinned at me like a psychotic pyromaniac, casually tossing the sphere up once. “Check this out, love.” Like a delinquent child egging a house, he whipped the flames into the whirlwind, igniting the whole thing into a blazing column of fire. The scorching flames roared and crackled as they roasted the entire library to smoldering smithereens in a matter of seconds.

Great flaking flamingos! What have I done!?

I screamed again as he began to swiftly soar over the dark valley like a cackling madman. The full moon gleamed down upon the frosty mountains, making them glitter like the stars. Frigid air bit at my skin, while he dove toward the highest summit. He tucked my body into the safety of his embrace, protecting me as we crash-landed on the peak, rolling into a pile of frosty leaves and twigs.

“Oof!”

I flopped onto my back, while he placed his hands on either side of my head to hold himself up. Our cloudy breath swirled around our faces as he loomed over me with the brightest, most excited grin imaginable. Overwhelming love glimmered in his infernal eyes as they swept over my bedraggled form. I looked back up at him with an exaggerated expression of complete shock.

With a charming yet devilish smirk and a deep growl, he burned away my stunned state by crashing his lips to mine in what very well could have been the most passionate kiss I had ever experienced. A conflagration of fervor swept through my scorching soul and brought every cell in my body to life. Desirous flames ignited violently between my thighs. Sizzling hot sparks combusted all around us, both metaphorically and literally, from his ember-lit wings.

Holy smokes.. .

Tears of relief and love streamed down from the corners of my eyes, falling to the frozen forest floor. I was both overwhelmed by my ardent love for him and consumed by burning lust. It felt like my heart might burst from the intense emotion surging through it. He wrapped his muscular, tattooed arms around me, pulling me closer against his hard, fevered body. One of my hands wove itself through his hair, latching onto one of his horns, while the other gripped the now smooth skin of his left shoulder.

His tongue invaded my mouth with eagerness as I melted into his demonic embrace. Our lips pressed and moved together in a ravenous, unholy endeavor to be closer to one another. My hips arched up, and my knees curled against his sides, inviting the titillating heat of his hard cock to rest against my awakened center. He lightly nipped my lower lip with a dominating growl, then pulled away and began removing the sword holster from my waist.

I gazed up at him with teary eyes and brushed a lock of his long, wispy hair behind his ear. “I thought you had died,” I said breathlessly, with a soft, joyful sob.

The swords clanked as he discarded them without a care. His velvety lips ghosted back over mine, curving up into a smile. “I did,” his deep voice murmured, with his hot breath fanning my cheek. “But my power lies within my soul. When you unbound it, it gave me the strength to return to my body and heal.” His hot, wet tongue sensually licked along the shell of my ear, then he reached for my injured hand.

I watched in awe as a tingling electric sensation flowed out from his palm and into mine, rapidly healing the large cut. Within a few seconds, the flesh had completely stitched itself back together. He then brought my bloody palm up to his mouth. Warmth flooded my stomach as he placed a tender, lingering kiss on it. A deep, sensual purr vibrated in his chest as he began licking away the glistening scarlet nectar. His lips erotically sucked each bloody finger into his mouth. The silky surface of his tongue leisurely lapped up the crimson trails along my wrist and what was left on my hand until he’d gotten every last drop.

“Thank you for unbinding me.” His eyes gazed back into mine with impassioned gratitude, smiling against my hand.

I brushed my wet fingers across his dewy lips and smiled softly. “I did it because I love you.” My voice was but a gentle whisper in the wind.

The moment those words left my mouth, his entire face beamed with overwhelming joy. His fiery eyes and the incandescent veins in his wings both glowed brighter. The cold mountain winds blew his long hair off to one side, causing the obsidian strands to twist and dance beside us. He opened his wings somewhat and flapped them twice with a soft motion. Misty breath fanned around our smiling faces as he leaned down and pressed his forehead to mine.

“Tell me that again,” his deep voice muttered as he stroked the side of my head with his thumb and closed his eyes like he was in a dream.

“I love you, Azathoth.” I giggled delicately and pecked the tip of his nose with my lips.

He abruptly squeezed me against his chest, squishing a small squeak from me, and bombarded my mouth with overjoyed kisses. I fluttered my eyes closed as my lips moved in sweet surrender against his. My arms wound around his huge, masculine frame, feeling every rippling muscle of his strong back. He growled demonically and began grinding his hips against my center... Then I remembered something, and my eyes flew back open with anger.

“Hey, wait a minute! You’re a fucking sex demon!” I accosted him with a glare.

A wicked grin twisted across his face. With an abrupt bestial growl, he ripped my dress right in two, leaving me in just my panties and boots. He tossed each shredded piece to either side of us, incinerating the material midair... What the!?

His eyes held a lustful and downright proprietorial gleam as he stared down at me. “Yes, but I’m your sex demon.” A low, predatory purr vibrated in his chest while he lightly raked his sharp black claws down my exposed abdomen. “And you’re mine!” He grabbed my panties, then ripped them off and quickly incinerated them too.

Sweet sexy spice cakes!

The ashes of my torched garments gently fluttered away in the wind, as he roughly grabbed a fistful of my hair and licked and sucked his way up my neck to my ear. “By the way, now that this sex demon is unbound, I have the power to access all of your darkest desires and wildest fantasies. I can then bring them to life with oneiric illusions,” he rumbled seductively with a devilish grin.

Oh shit! He’s going to find out about my embarrassing pirate fantasy!

Before I could panic about my impending mortification, my mind was thrown into a dizzying, lust-filled haze. Rapture filled my sudden screams as he began attacking the claim on my neck with his lips. His unrefined kisses trailed down to my breasts, turning me into a quivering wantonness beneath him. He surged his hips forward, and a literal pulse of sexual energy spilled out of him, slamming into my lower stomach. My entire body stiffened, then went loose, every nerve set alight with desire. I was consumed by an overwhelming need, a desperate craving that left me breathless and trembling.

His mouth torridly sucked on my hardened nipple while he rolled and pinched the other within his fingers. My back arched upward, desperate to feel more of him while my hands roamed feverishly over any part of him I could reach. He released his grip on my hair, then sat up on his knees and straddled my body, making sure that his legs weren’t touching any part of me.

I squirmed beneath him, feeling so frustrated that tears slipped from my eyes. “Why did you stop touching me!?” I hissed.

He looked dark and imposing as he loomed over me in all his demonic splendor. “Because I don’t want to burn you. Oh, and um, I’m going to fuck your tits.” My eyes bulged out of my head as his pants literally burned off of him, releasing his erect, throbbing cock.

A flurry of dead leaves swirled behind him on a gust of wind while he sliced his palm open with one of his sharp claws. I trembled with lust as I fell prey to his seductive evil, watching him begin to erotically massage his warm blood onto my sensitive, heaving bosom. He slipped his hand into the soft valley between my breasts, then clenched his fist. As he drew it upward, a delicate crimson trickle followed, slowly dripping onto my skin.

Using the bleeding hand, he squished my tits together, holding his claws over my beading nipples. I squirmed from the pleasurable pinch of it. Then he thrust his rock-hard erection between them, his face etched in burning passion. I moaned as intense heat pooled within my core from the strange, lascivious sensation and the obscene sight of it. He growled as he lewdly snapped his hips back and forth, dragging his hot, heavy balls over my upper abdomen.

His claws entangled in my hair while he leaned over and shoved his bloody dick into my mouth, taking me by surprise. My knees folded up, and I grabbed hold of his thighs for support. I choked at first, then managed to savor the spicy and exotic taste, sucking him deeper in. “Swallow,” he growled while pulling on my hair.

I gagged but did my best to swallow with him all the way down my throat. Each bump and ridge glided along my throat, adding to the unique sensation. He snarled with pleasure, then pulled out and shoved himself up between my breasts again, coating his slick cock with more blood. Then he thrust back into my mouth. With his bloody hand, he asserted his control and grabbed my throat, feeling my neck bulge while he glided in and out of me. He then pushed all the way in until my lips were at the base.

“Swallow,” he commanded again, as his grip tightened, slightly strangling me.

I swallowed, and once again he repeated the action with a snarl. Covering himself with his blood, then fucking my mouth. His thrusting became more furious and savage, delivering a relentless assault down my throat. Tears of passion streamed down my cheeks while I desperately held onto his thighs for dear life. Spit and blood dribbled down the sides of my mouth as I continued to gag. He growled and grunted with pleasure above me. His body tensed and his movements became stiff right before he released, spilling a torrent of his demon seed down my throat.

“Swallow and come,” his diabolical voice boomed with power. Immense, fiery pleasure wracked my entire body, and I couldn’t disobey his command. I writhed and trembled beneath him as an unexplainable orgasm crashed over me. He brushed my tears away with his thumb while lowly muttering something in the demonic language as I swallowed his burning essence. “Drink of my evil passion, my love,” he murmured as the final few spurts left him. “Drink in every last drop.”

I gasped and my arms limply flopped down to my sides as he pulled out... Wow . He leaned back down over me so that we were once again face to face. Our breath mingled as we panted together for a moment. Then he dipped his head down and amorously began kissing his claim, sending me into another lust-filled haze. His hands slowly trailed down over the curves of my weak, writhing body until they rested on my hips.

He smirked and tightened his grip, then forcefully flipped me onto my stomach. A large hand slithered under me and pulled me up onto all fours as he shoved his legs in between mine. I let out a sharp yelp and clawed at the bed of decaying leaves as he smacked my ass, leaving behind a lingering sting.

Holy fuck!

He purred while slowly dragging a finger up along my soaking wet slit. “You’re so wet and needy for me, Buttercup,” he murmured. “Shall I fuck the honeyed rivers of your cunt for you?”

“Yes,” I whispered, as my stomach flipped with anticipation.

His hand moved from my stomach to my throat. He aggressively pulled me up onto his kneeling lap, with his cock right at my entrance. He held my arching back against his chest, with his forearm resting between my bloody breasts and his hand firmly around my neck. “What was that? I don’t think I heard you.” He licked the claim, sending me into an amorous frenzy.

I tried to push myself down onto him, but it was no use. His arm held me tightly in place. “Yes! Azathoth, fuck me! I want you to fucking fuck me!” My voice erupted, tinged with urgency and desperation.

I sputtered incoherently as he speared his scorching cock deep inside my weeping center, filling my inner chasm with burning euphoria. I moaned and cried while reaching up behind me, grabbing hold of his horns for support. His free hand moved between my thighs, then began rubbing my clit in painfully slow circles. “You’re mine,” his insanely deep voice growled from behind me, sounding like pure evil.

He began to thrust inside me, ramming his hips forward, then snapping them back with unbridled power and strength. I screamed and shook as I briskly bounced up and down against him. The faster his thrusting became, the quicker his fingers moved over my swollen clit. Each provocative jolt further tightened the burning knot that was building in my center.

“Come,” he commanded, his tone heavy with dominance.

Furious waves of pleasure immediately came crashing down over me. The world became a disorienting, spinning blur as my rapturous screams echoed across the valley. My trembling hands fell from his horns, and I was too lost in fiery bliss to even register he had switched our positions.

Before I knew it, I was lying on my back again, with one leg up over his shoulder as he relentlessly plowed into me. His lips smashed down onto mine, hungry and yearning, as they dominated my mouth. I passionately ran my hands along his thick, muscular arms and over his strong, flexing shoulder blades. The frosty leaves hissed and steamed as his fiery wings fell upon them on either side of us. A few curled and smoldered, adding the sweet smell of burning leaves to the freezing air.

The kiss broke, but the pounding never let up. He looked down at me with eyes of fire, as he ran his thumb claw over the tips of his pointer and middle fingers, releasing his sanguine essence. “I love you.” His words were laced with tender adoration; then he shoved the two bloody fingers between my lips.

His sharp fangs flashed as he roared like a beast, then bit down onto my neck. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and my toes curled. My inner walls violently clamped down around his shaft as we indulged in the bloody, bacchanalian pleasures of one another. I relished the feeling of his seed filling my womb in vulgar spurts of burning demonic ecstasy.

Upon the bed of glittering frost-gilded soil, sticks, and leaves, and beneath the scintillating stars and freezing moon, our souls burned as one. I shivered in delight, feeling the final few twitches of his cock inside me. He released his fangs from his claim and amorously lapped away the scarlet trickle. His clawed fingers slid out of my mouth and trailed down my chin, leaving two crimson streaks behind. A sheen of sweat coated our heaving bodies as he sat up and pulled me close against his chest. The fire flowing through his wings was gently extinguished. He wrapped them around me lovingly, creating a cocoon from the frigid wind. My bare skin quivered, yet his warmth held back the icy breath of the mountains.

“I love you,” he cooed while caressing my neck.

“I love you, too.” I snuggled deeper into his embrace with a satisfied smile.

The howling wind caused the empty branches to clack and rattle above us, as his chest rumbled with a deep chuckle. “You know, now that you’ve drunk of my evil, all I have to do is scorch your spirit with my Hellfire to make you my bride for all eternity.” He twiddled a lock of my disheveled hair with his claws, then smirked wickedly.

“What the fuck!? Are you kidding me!?” I snapped my scowling gaze up to his face. “Again with this!?”

He laughed demonically as he tightened his grip and began gently rocking us back and forth. “Don’t worry, I promise I won’t do that until you’ve agreed to it.” He kissed the top of my head. “Although, after that brief brush with death, I now have a necromantic covenant to uphold.” He shrugged.

Umm... Should I even ask?

As my eyes nervously shifted around, I glanced over at the breathtaking view of the moonlit valley. I furrowed my brows in confusion, noticing there was something off about the town. It was unusually dark. Only the street lamps were on. And yet, I knew there wasn’t some sort of power outage because I had flicked on the light back at the house. “Azathoth,” I whispered while tapping his arm. “Isn’t it a little weird that there are hardly any lights coming from the town?”

The wind whipped through his long hair as he lifted his head and peered out over the starry horizon with molten eyes. “That’s because everyone has been corrupted.”