Page 53 of Unbinding the Demon
The pleasant piney scent of a candle filled the bathroom, while I sat in the darkness created by my closed eyes. Soft, tickly hairs lightly caressed my downcast lids, making it difficult to keep them from twitching. My lips wiggled as I pursed them together, trying to stifle my laughter and stay as still as possible.
“Babe, knock it the fuck off! Or I’m going to accidentally make you look like a drunken stripper who’s been slapped in the face with a garbage bag,” a male voice sassily threatened.
Was that supposed to get me not to laugh?
Unable to take it anymore, I threw my head back in a loopy fit of giggles. “I’m sorry! I just can’t help it! It tickles so much!” I exclaimed as my eyes fluttered open, bringing William’s irritated scowl into view.
One hand was on his hip and an eyeshadow brush was in the other. He had twisted his pale yellow hair into a frizzled messy bun on top of his head and tucked an unlit joint behind his ear. He tapped his foot against the gray tiles with impatience, while glaring over at me.
The wooden stool I sat on squeaked beneath me as I pulled my fluffy red bathrobe tighter around my waist. A blindingly bright ring light shone directly onto my face, propped up on the sink counter. It stood tall among a sea of various cosmetic products that were strewn about, making it look as if a makeup bomb had gone off.
Since tonight was the demonic equivalent of my wedding night, William had insisted on going all Bobbi Brown on me and dolling me up. And holy hot damn, was that man skilled with a makeup brush and a curling iron. The look he'd given me was smoky but natural, with tastefully applied umber eyes and rosy lips. My long chestnut locks were curled into loose ringlets and pulled back on one side with an elegantly bejeweled barrette that reminded me of silver-spun twigs.
“Come on, I’m almost done!” He brought a liquid eyeliner pen up to my right lid. I reclosed my eyes. “I just have to add some small wings. Then trust me, once Azathoth gets a load of how hot you look, it’s going to totally knock his fucking socks right off, baby!” he exclaimed.
“He’s already seen,” I giggled. “He’s been in here for the past, like, five minutes or so.” William finished up my eyeliner as I spoke. When I opened my eyes, he had a look of confusion plastered on his face.
“Wait, really?” He spun on his heel and glanced around the room all paranoid-like.
“Yes, really,” Azathoth’s deep voice rumbled as he appeared with a big black poof, chilling in the empty clawfoot tub. He was in his human illusion, most likely for William’s sake. Although he still screamed like a child and leapt across the room.
Azathoth seemed indifferent to William’s sudden fright and casually continued speaking. “I wanted to make sure you weren’t using any flammable hairspray, but then I decided to stay and watch. And although I’m not wearing any socks for you to knock off...” He tapped his large bare foot against the edge of the tub. “I still think you look smoking hot, my darling.” He made a clicking noise while winking with a finger-gun snap and point.
“What the!? Get the fuck out of here!” William hissed while pointing toward the door. “Don’t you know it’s bad luck to see the bride before the wedding!?”
Azathoth hopped out of the tub in one smooth motion, then held his hands up. “Well, in my defense, this isn’t a human wedding.” William began shooing him toward the door as he tried to explain. “We’re binding our souls together to complete our infernal matrimony,“ he rambled as William’s slender, flailing arms shoved his large, moseying frame out of the room. “There’s really no need to be superstitious about it,” he added while glancing over his shoulder.
“Get! Begone with you! You satanic peeping poltergeist!” William made an exaggerated “Heee-yah!” kung-fu noise as he dramatically kicked the door shut right behind Azathoth’s bumbling butt, then locked it for good measure.
I giggled, knowing that he could teleport back in if he wanted to, but I didn’t say anything. William swiped a loose lock away from his forehead as he strolled back over to me. He took both of my hands in his and gently squeezed. Light glimmered in his sky-blue eyes as he looked at me with adoring brotherly love. But even through the love, I could still see the anguish of his broken soul within his watery gaze.
We had grown a lot closer over the past almost six months, and now shared a bond formed by our mutual pain and sorrow, weighted by the heavy burden of survivor’s guilt. He blamed himself for Oliver’s death, as I did for Lacey’s. Even though Azathoth insisted that neither of us had any blood on our hands, it was still hard not to feel crushed by grief and self-blame.
Azathoth had offered to have a normal human wedding as well, if I had wanted it. But truthfully, I didn’t. The thought of a wedding without Lacey there as my maid of honor felt like a scathing knife in the chest. I didn’t think I could stand in front of a crowd of people, joyously getting married, while she slept within the earth’s cold dark embrace. I felt guilty that I was getting my happily ever after, and she was not. And I doubted I’d ever be able to forgive myself for what had happened.
William’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts as he began to speak. “Not to brag, but you really do look amazing.”
I looked up at him with a bright smile. “You should be bragging. It’s not every day I let someone gussy me up like this.” We both laughed softly. “But thank you for doing it. You did an amazing job.”
“Bitch please, it was my pleasure.” He squeezed my hands again. “Are you nervous at all?” he whispered with a sense of curiosity.
“Of course I am! I’m merging my soul with an ancient evil demon and becoming his bride tonight! That’s some seriously nerve-racking stuff!” My overjoyed demeanor contradicted my words.
He laughed and pulled me into a hug, wrapping his arms around me. “Well, don’t be. I can tell you two were made for each other. He’s going to make you happy and take care of you always.” He squeezed me tightly. “I’m so happy for you.”
“Thank you,” I whispered while squeezing him back.
He stepped away and grabbed the joint from behind his ear. “Alright, well, I’m gonna go light this bad boy up. Then I’ll either clean up or pass out in the guest room. I’m not sure yet.” He laughed as we both started walking toward the door.
I pulled on the handle, but it didn’t open. “Well, have fun, and wish me luck!” I laughed as I struggled with the damn door. Remembering it was locked, I quickly unlocked it and stepped out.
“Good luck, Gwenny-love. Now go get that dress on!” He playfully smacked my butt a few times, ushering me in the direction of the bedroom.
The crystalline bedside lamp dimly illuminated the bedroom as I stood before an antiqued full-length mirror, mystified by my reflection. My silky, diaphanous, A-line style white gown draped elegantly to the floor, perfectly hugging every curve of my body. Tendrils of delicate lace wove their way up from the base of the dress like creeping vines of ivy. The same lace adorned the sweetheart bodice and made up the sheer cap sleeves. My back was bare, except for the silken straps that laced up the corset. The dress was stunning and complemented by my beautifully done hair and makeup.
It felt so strange and surreal; I looked like a bride.
I lifted my hand to the sapphire pendant resting between my collarbones. The stone was warm from being against my skin and glittered with a chatoyancy flashing down the middle. I smiled, treasuring the fact that it was a gift from my aunt and that she was proud of me.
A large, clawed hand rested over mine as Azathoth manifested out of the shadows behind me. His eyes glowed with adoration, and mine twinkled with endearment, while we lovingly stared at one another in the mirror. I felt so small and delicate next to his towering, demonic frame. A smile fluttered across my face as he bestowed a kiss on my head.
His wings gently flapped and folded around me in an intimate show of affection. “You look beautiful,” he murmured as he sensually ran his claws along my upper arm, then looped a finger beneath my sleeve. “In fact, it’s almost a shame this is coming right off... almost.”
I raised a brow as I noted what he was wearing. “You’re not going to dress up too?” I teased, since he only wore a pair of black pants. Nothing else.
He chuckled, causing his pearly white fangs to flash in the lamplight. “You do realize we’re going to be naked in a few moments, don’t you?”
“Yeah, yeah, I know.” I crossed my arms with a grin. “I suppose it’s not like you could even wear a tux or something with these big old wings, anyway.” My finger stroked along one of his soft, leathery wings.
“We could always cut holes in the back,” he responded with a shrug and a playful smile. “Well, despite my lack of formal attire, we should get going.”
I turned to face him and smiled. “All right, let’s go.” Black smoke clouded my vision; then it disappeared. I sucked in a deep breath, awestruck by the surrounding scenery.
We were standing in a familiar moonlit meadow among a golden sea of wavering buttercups. The lofty willow tree beneath which we had first made love stood beside us, blowing gently in the breeze. The warm glow of a few beautiful antique lanterns hanging within its dancing leafy veil softly illuminated its branches. I looked down at the lush grass tickling my bare feet and found that we were within a mowed circle with a large pentagram burned onto the ground.
Enshrined in a halo of silver light, the full moon shone its bright rays down upon the quivering yellow blooms and sparkled across the winding stream. The short waterfalls were gushing with life this time of year, causing the cascading water to sing out an enchanting melody as it poured over the mossy stones. Pansies and primroses pranced along the shoreline, while the sweet scent of lilacs wafted through the air. A few dainty fireflies danced around us like little scintillating flecks of magic. One flew over and almost landed on my nose, causing a small giggle to chime out of me.
“Wow, Azathoth, this is beautiful!” I exclaimed as I stepped out of his arms and walked among the whimsically swaying buttercups. The glimmering moonbeams set my dress aglow while I twirled under the cascade of silvery light, laughing as the lacy skirt beautifully fanned out around me. I stood next to the glittering stream and looked back at Azathoth with love in my eyes and joy in my heart.
He smiled with a look of adoration in his incandescent gaze. “I’m glad you like it.” He reached down and plucked one of the many blossoming buttercups. “I planted all these buttercups earlier this spring, just for you.” The lambent moonlight glistened upon his horns and silky raven locks as he walked toward me.
“I love it! It’s so beautiful; how could I not?” I twirled again, causing the fireflies to quickly zip-zoodle away. “Oops, I didn’t mean to scare those little guys.” I giggled while watching the tiny glowing specks disappear into the darkness of the night.
A soft chuckle rumbled in his chest as he tucked the delicate yellow bloom behind my ear. He caressed my jawline until his sharp claws rested beneath my chin. A warm breeze blew through his long hair while he lifted my face and tenderly pressed his warm lips against mine. “You could always use magic to summon them back over,” he suggested while smiling against my cheek. His free hand rested on the small of my back, holding me close to him.
My hesitant gaze drifted up to the bejeweled skyline. Over the past couple of months, he’d been teaching me some very basic sorcery. So far, I had only accidentally killed and then revived my calathea plant, Leaf Erikson. Needless to say, I wasn’t too confident in my witchcraft abilities just yet.
“I’ll try, I suppose,” my voice quavered, lacking confidence. “But, um, I’m not so sure if it will work.”
I really hope I don’t murder a bunch of fireflies or blow something up...
He moved his lips to hover just above my scar, then he gently blew. My nipples hardened to tiny beads, and warmth swam between my legs from the feeling of his hot breath upon my sensitive flesh. “I have confidence in your abilities. Just remember what I’ve taught you.” His deep voice was like a velvety caress upon my awakening body.
My hands sensually slid up his smooth, hard chest, then I closed my eyes and tried to conjure up the magic within my soul. We stood in silence for a spell, beneath the trembling threads of starlight, and enwreathed by the bewitching cadence of the glistening stream. I furrowed my brows in focus, willing the little luminous insects to return. Then, his soft lips laid a surprising sneak attack kiss upon mine. My emerald eyes flew open, and hundreds of glowing fireflies suddenly appeared. They swirled up around us like glittering tendrils of enchanted mist, dancing into the night sky.
“Whoa!” I giggled, awestruck by the sight and shocked that I had managed to summon them without messing something up.
He chuckled and kissed the top of my head. “See? I knew you could do it.” His hands glided up my back until they rested over my shoulder blades. He leaned down and began kissing the rounded tops of my breasts. “Now, let’s get you out of this dress, my beautiful sorceress,” he muttered while straightening back up.
As the springtime breeze whispered sweet love songs to the surrounding trees of linden, maple, and oak, we began to amorously undress one another. Azathoth spun me around, then swept my waving chestnut locks over my slender shoulder. He slowly unlaced the silken white ribbons of my corseted bodice, kissing down my back as each section of skin was unveiled.
Once my gown was undone, he circled in front of me with his right wing outstretched to enwreathe my slightly tremulous frame. His taloned hands brushed against my lacy sleeves, causing a shiver of anticipation to follow through me. With deliberate slowness, he lowered my dress, revealing what lay hidden beneath its fabric. He then discarded the glimmering bridal raiment among the dancing buttercups.
His hair swayed in the warm breeze, and his eyes glowed with lust as he took in the sight of my naked flesh, adorned in nothing but the celestial light. My heart fluttered in my chest, and my cheeks flushed under his libidinous stare. I bit my lower lip as I reached out to unfasten his taut pants, eliciting a deep, seductive growl from him.
His hardened member sprang free as I slowly knelt before him, sliding the rough black material down his thick, masculine legs. The erotic sight made my lower stomach sing with desire. I inhaled a deep breath of his intoxicating fire and spice scent, making my head dizzy with want. My lips bowed to the glistening tip of his shaft, teasing him with a quick kiss. He groaned and shuddered at my brief sensual touch. I then stood back up into his awaiting embrace.
We stood there with love in our hearts, below the surrounding shadows of spruce and pinnacles of pine. Our nude bodies caressed by the moon and dressed in the crystalline light of the stars, completely bared to one another as we prepared to become husband and wife.
Azathoth leaned down and kissed along my neck, leaving a trail of tingling warmth behind. “Come, my love.” He held his hand out for me to take.
I placed my dainty hand into his much larger one. Sharp black claws folded over one another as he wrapped his fingers around mine. He walked backward with a loving smile, slowly leading me back into the pentagram. The moment we were both within the confines of the circle, it ignited into a roaring ring of fire, causing me to jump in startlement.
As the flames blazed all around us, Azathoth’s eyes glowed with a possessive, demonic gleam. “You are mine and I am yours, for all eternity,” his diabolical voice cooed.
“For all eternity,” I echoed with a smile.
The firelight flickered across his muscular body, adding to his hellish aura of resplendent evil and power. His wings flirtatiously flapped and folded forward to envelop me as he pulled my naked body flush against his. I softly squeaked from him roughly grabbing my ass. He smashed his lips to mine while picking me up. My arms draped around his neck, and my legs wrapped around his thick waist.
Our lips feverishly danced, and like the amber flames reaching up toward the midnight sky, our tongues wildly reached for one another. He growled as his kisses trailed down to my neck, scraping my flesh with the rough stubble on his chin and the sharp tips of his fangs. My pearled nipples pressed against his chest, while my fingers entwined in his silky hair.
A scorching shiver ran up my spine as his lips fluttered over his claim. Heat gathered in my lower stomach, while I squeezed my legs tighter around him, further pressing my wet core against his hard ropes of rippling muscle. With fervent passion, he showered my scarred skin with languorous kisses. Each slow, sultry touch awakened a whirlwind of sensations. It was as if he breathed both life and lust into my soul, drowning me in a wave of desire. I moaned and fervently kissed up the side of his neck in return.
He knelt to the ground while we continued passionately kissing each other’s throats. His wings fell to either side of us as he gently laid me down on the cushiony grass. His lips met mine once again in a brief but smoldering smooch. Then he dipped down to suck on my right nipple. I couldn’t help the cadence of moans that poured from my lips, as I arched my back while caressing his broad shoulders with tremulous hands. He moved to my other nipple, licking and sucking the little bead into his mouth. His hair draped down like a glossy raven veil, brushing my side with its silken touch.
I gasped as he dragged the pad of his finger up along my wet, needy slit, causing him to growl in satisfaction. His sensual kisses then moved further down my stomach, leaving a scorching trail in their wake. Sweat broke out all over my pyretic flesh while he swirled his tongue over my quivering navel. His fingers grazed my center again, then he raked his claws up along my inner thighs to my knees and pushed my legs further apart.
He looked into my eyes with unbridled lust burning within his fiery gaze. Holding eye contact, he slowly made his way down and ran his hot, silky tongue up along my twitching nether lips. Sharp fangs flashed in the firelight, while his shoulder and arm muscles flexed as he held my thighs apart with his large clawed hands. I shivered and writhed, bucking my hips in desperation to feel more of his touch. He growled and crashed his mouth back down onto my weeping pussy, lapping away at my arousal with a voracious appetite.
“Oh... Aza — fuck... Azathoth,” I moaned, my breath coming in quick gasps, delirious from the pleasure.
The twinkling stars came into my line of vision as I threw my head back in a feverish fit of passion. My legs shook and my lower stomach clenched while he greedily devoured my arousal. His tongue flicked over my sensitive bud, then he sucked it into his mouth, nearly sending me over the edge. But to my dismay, he denied me my release. He smirked devilishly and dragged his tongue up over my shaven mound to my navel, then teasingly kissed his way back down.
My breathing was strained and uneven from his bittersweet torment. I gasped and grabbed onto his sharp horns as his tongue dove deeper within my weeping lacuna, curling and flicking against my pulsating inner walls. Drunk on lust and carnal sensations, I squeezed my thighs against his velvety locks. He dragged his fangs up along the dewy sepals of my cunt, and once again suckled on my tender clit. Being careful with his claws, he slipped a finger inside me and began to pump. Then, like a rose coming undone, I completely fell apart beneath his amorous demonic touch with a loud erotic cry.
A dark purr vibrated from his throat while he licked up the rivers of nectar between my quaking thighs. He took his time, sensually savoring every last drop. His eyes burned brightly, mirroring the ring of flames blazing around us as he looked up at me with lips glossed by my taste. He leaned back over my body, lightly dragging his sharp claws along my sides. My hands slipped up to his shoulders, with the hard lines of his inked muscles shuddering beneath the soft caress of my fingertips. He shoved his tongue into my mouth with an air of dominance, forcing me to indulge in the flavor of my pleasure as he kissed me.
“Are you ready to begin?” he murmured against my swollen lips.
My lust-clouded gaze flickered up to meet his. “Yes.” My breathy whisper was as soft as the blossom petals dancing in the breeze.
He smiled as he wrapped his arms and wings around my body and pulled me up into a seated position over his lap. “Wrap your legs around me,” he instructed while getting into a cross-legged position. I did as he asked, relishing the feeling of his flesh pressing against mine. He lifted me up by my butt, then with a growl, he slowly lowered me down over his straining erection. I gasped and latched my arms around his back as my dripping inner chasm sheathed his infernal cock.
He embraced me with one hand resting on my lower back and the other between my shoulder blades. Passion and burning need swam in his gaze, while his cock throbbed inside me, desperately seeking movement. “This is the part that’s going to burn. But I’ve got you, and I’ll be holding you through it. Like I said, the pain will only last for a brief moment, but will bring you everlasting pleasures,” he reassured, and then placed a tender kiss on his claim.
My heart rate sped up from anticipation as I accepted the inevitable pain with acquiescence. “I trust you.” I nodded with a small smile. He had gone over everything with me beforehand, so I already had time to mentally prepare for this part. It needed to be done in order for me to survive the Hellfire.
He kissed my forehead with love, then started to murmur something in Enochian. A spark that felt like lava ignited at the base of my spine. I squeezed my eyes closed and took deep breaths to help with the pain. The burning kundalini fires hissed like a cobra as they scorched their way up my spine, burning through my chakras and empowering my soul with satanic serpentine flames. He held me tight, comforting me as I trembled in his strong demonic arms.
A brilliant flashing light blinded my third eye center, and a strange crackling sound echoed in my head. Then, just as quickly as the pain began, it vanished. An overwhelming feeling of bliss abounded within my soul as I was brought to new heights of spiritual sagacity. Azathoth nipped at my neck, growling in approval. His lips danced up my throat until they pressed against mine. He kissed me hard with impassioned lust and hunger. I accepted his rough kiss and returned the passion.
As our tempestuous kiss continued with our bodies still conjoined, he once again lowered me down onto the lush ground. He knelt with his thighs spread apart and my legs draped over them. Wavering shadows and flickering firelight danced across our entwined flesh as he moved his hands to my hips. He angled my lower back up to grant himself better access to my center. It was the most pleasurable torment to have him filling me so completely, yet not moving within my walls. My feverish body was aquiver with need, desperate to feel him sliding in and out.
He broke the kiss and gazed down into my eyes with luminescent love and adoration. “I love you, my treasured bride.”
Incandescent veins burned across his wings as they spread out behind him. His eyes glowed brighter while he slowly rose above me, with a few long locks cascading down on either side of his torso. He was refulgent in his demonic resplendence—a masterpiece of Hell. My stomach fluttered as I took in the way my body was intimately conjoined with the quintessence of evil. A low growl vibrated in his throat as he shifted inside my walls, tense with carnal need, readying himself to finally end our aphrodisia agony.
In a deep, diabolical voice layered with pure satanic evil, he once again began chanting in Enochian. He dragged his glistening cock out to the tip, then snapped his hips forward, ruthlessly slamming back inside. I screamed out in hellish bliss as his heavy, wet balls slapped my ass and he filled my center with his burning flesh.
The woven lines of the pentagram combusted beneath us with a fiery hiss, sending a tremor of fear surging through me. Azathoth squeezed my hips in reassurance as he continued to chant and rhythmically thrust in and out of my drenched pudendum. My heart pounded in my chest as the burning flames danced against my nude flesh; yet strangely, I felt no pain from their fiery caress. The instinct to flinch away was drowned out by my rapturous lust as he continued to ferociously fuck me within the fire.
The pace became quicker and rougher. Scorching desire burned hotter and hotter within the pit of my stomach, while the surrounding flames grew higher and higher. His demonic countenance contorted with fervent ecstasy as his powerful muscles rippled and tensed. He uttered the last words of the diabolical incantation, causing an inferno of Hellfire to blaze through my spirit. I moaned and convulsed as the orgasmic conflagration swept through every fiber of my being, scorching my very soul.
Azathoth snarled like a beast and fell forward without breaking his animalistic pace, crashing his lips to mine in a heated, dominating kiss. One of his sharp fangs bit into my lower lip, filling my mouth with the taste of blood. He pulled away with a growl, then did the same to his own lip, allowing his crimson essence to drip down into my panting and moaning mouth. He forcefully grabbed my face and shoved his bloody tongue between my lips, continuing our frenetic kiss. Crimson droplets trickled out from the corner of my mouth, sliding down my face and onto his clawed fingers, which gripped my cheek and jaw.
As our blood mingled upon our lips, our souls espoused and the unbreakable bond of infernal matrimony was forged within the flames. I clenched around his shaft, reaching a blazing zenith of overwhelming, effulgent pleasure. He tensed and shuddered above me, releasing his burning demon seed within my womb. We held onto one another like our lives depended on it, my screams matching his growls as the flames roared all around us. With a few final thrusts, he emptied himself into me. I quivered beneath him, skin flushed and dewed with sweat, as I became a bride to the beast.
His forehead rested against mine as our hearts hammered chest to chest. I shook with after tremors while my legs went limp and noodly. He wrapped his arms around my back, holding me close as he lay sprawled out on top of me with his wings folded at our sides. The crackling flames engulfed our naked, entwined bodies while we amorously embraced one another within the amber glow of the pentagram.
As we laid there, our souls continued bleeding into one another. All of his emotions became mine, and mine his. We silently shared our sorrows and our joys, our deepest fears and most hidden desires. I could feel the incredibly overwhelming love he had for me, and never in my life had I felt so cherished. Tears of joy fell from my eyes from the incredible intensity of it all. It was the most intimate thing I had ever experienced.
Azathoth kissed the tears away with gentle care. “It’s true, I love and cherish you like nothing else, my bride,” his voice echoed in my mind.
Oh, snap... I forgot about that.
Stunned, I blinked a few times, staring up into the twinkling heavens. He’d told me already that we’d be forming a telepathic link and would be able to hear each other’s thoughts, but it still felt shocking and unexpected. It was definitely something I’d have to get used to.
His face lifted over mine, eclipsing my view of the moon with beaming endearment. “Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it quicker than you think.” He grinned, then kissed the tip of my nose.
“Hey, get out of my head, you big creep!” I accosted with little strength, feeling drained from the sex. Then I giggled because I wasn’t really mad, nor did I think he was actually a creep.
“I know you’re not really mad, nor do you actually think I’m a creep,” he telepathically teased while nuzzling into the crook of my neck. “Go ahead, try it out. Read my mind.”
The surrounding flames died down as I narrowed my eyes at his smiling face. “Alright, I’ll try it. Here goes nothing.” I sucked in a deep breath and tried to concentrate on what he was thinking.
“I’m not nearly done fucking you yet. By the time the dawn arises over the eastern mountains, I will have fucked you in every position imaginable. You are going to be completely debilitated by the overwhelming pleasure, and not know where you end and I begin. First, I’m going to make you taste yourself, as I gag you with my cock while worshipping your sweet little cunt with my tongue...” A dopey smile stretched across my face as I continued to listen to his sexy thoughts, knowing full well he was completely serious about every last one.
His cock had already sprung back to life inside me, making me flush with want all over again. I caressed his once blemished shoulder, like the wind caressing the quivering willow leaves beside us. My breath caught in my chest as the reality of what we had just done began to sink in.
Holy cow! I’m immortal now, and we’re married! This evil demon is literally my husband for all eternity!
My husband... I treasured the thought as I stared up at him with effervescent love bubbling inside my heart.
“...Wildly thrusting and pounding into your dripping cunt.” Azathoth’s heated gaze softened, and his mind quieted down as he followed where my thoughts were going. “Yes, I’m your husband, and you’re my bride of evil,” he spoke out loud while caressing my temple. “And the depth of my love for you is endless, and my devotion is everlasting. You are my most beloved and treasured possession, my wife.” Butterflies fluttered in my stomach upon hearing him call me that.
His eyes glowed with love while he leaned down to lay a tender kiss upon me. A few happy tears slipped from my eyes as our lips eclipsed one another in amorous worship.
He broke the kiss with a smile. “I am yours, and you are mine.”
I danced my fingertips over his stubbly cheek, joy blooming in my heart. “For all eternity,” I whispered back.
I loved him and he loved me in return, and our souls now belonged to one another eternally. And that was vaster than the bejeweled heavens, and deeper than the darkest of oceans. It was more beautiful than all the emerald forests of the earth, and mightier than the tallest of mountains. Our love was true, radiant, and pure, and there were no riches that ever had a greater value than such a thing.
He pressed his sinful lips back to mine, while our glistening bodies writhed and entwined. Among the quivering buttercups and beneath the pale light of the moon and stars, we continued to make love all throughout the night as husband and wife.
And under the Beltane moon, we were wed.