Page 58 of Where the Dark Knelt (Worshipped by Darkness #1)

Clouds gathered above as we approached the mountains.

Her translucent white T-shirt clung to her body, her tennis skirt shorts seducing me insanely, sending my mind spiralling into fantasies of tearing them off her.

Riding behind her became unbearable. My dick was painfully hard, straining against my biker leather pants, and she was deliberately wiggling her ass in front of me, driving me out of my mind.

I squeezed her waist suddenly, and she let out a surprised scream. “Ashpetal, if you don’t stop, I’m going to fuck you on this bike again.”

She just laughed in my face. “It’s settled, then.”

Without stopping, she twisted her body to face me, lying back on the bike with effortless grace, wrapping her legs around my waist and pressing her throbbing pussy against my cock.

I steered the bike with one hand as her head fell back against the glass, her arms stretching up to cling to the wind and rain, completely surrendering to me.

The first drops fell, soaking her quickly.

Her hard nipples rose under the wet white fabric, halos shining through, and my mouth filled with saliva at the sight.

I craved to suck them until she screamed my name, but she was too far away, and instead, my cock overcame every rational thought.

The motor vibrated under her back, making her arch harder against me.

I unbuttoned my pants with one hand, freeing my dick, but her shorts under the skirt blocked my way.

Growling low in my throat, I tore the seam apart with my claw, threads snapping one by one until the soaked fabric fell away.

I thrust into her wet pussy without hesitation, growling again at how drenched she already was, not just from the rain.

Accelerating the bike, I heard her muffled moan through her helmet.

Her nipples hardened even more as I rolled them between my fingers, switching from one to the other while the bike roared up the winding mountain road.

The night was dark, the rain relentless, lightning cracking the sky as thunder rumbled over us.

She jerked so sweetly each time lightning lit up the road, driving my cock deeper into her tight, pulsing walls.

She moved her hips faster, grinding me deeper inside her, each motion sending sparks down my spine until I hissed with pleasure.

She clung to me only with her legs and her pussy gripping my cock.

It felt like she could hold herself up just by squeezing around me, the tightness becoming almost painful as her walls contracted and milked my length.

I came with her, merging our moans as they escaped our helmets into the stormy night.

But I didn’t pull out.

She would ride me like this until we reached the top of the serpentine road.

There were still a couple of minutes left at this speed.

The tires screeched against wet asphalt as she squirmed, her pussy gripping me again while I teased her nipples with my demonic tail, she couldn’t see it, but she felt every flick and curl.

I drove with both hands now, still buried deep inside her, my cock swelling again.

The urge to cum built quickly, unstoppable, and I began thrusting my hips up into her.

She moaned louder, calling my name in ragged, blissed-out cries.

“Desmond, Desmond, Desmond!!!” she screamed, her walls clenching so tightly around my cock that I came again, hot and fast. My cum spilled out of her onto the seat, my pants, my thighs, mixing with the rain and dripping onto the road as we sped up the mountain.

It felt as if a river of my cum streamed behind us into the darkness, endless and uncontrolled.

I didn’t want the ride to end, not when her pussy was squeezing every last drop out of me and her moans wrapped around my soul like chains.

Finally, we arrived at the top. The parking lot was empty, rain falling hard, making the picnic impossible. Plans changed instantly. I pulled out of her slowly, and she pouted like I’d stolen her favorite sweet.

But I only smirked, wiping rain and sweat from my brow. Because tonight wasn’t over. Not with my cock still aching for her, and her needy eyes promising me everything I craved.

“Hey… I wanted more…” she crossed her arms over her chest, trying to cover her hard nipples showing through her wet T-shirt. I threw my own T-shirt over her, leaving my torso bare in front of her.

“If you want another round, lick everything off the seat…” I said with a smirk.

She glanced at the motorcycle seat where we had just cum all over. Without hesitation, she stuck out her tongue, raised her ass, and slowly began to lick everything off the leather seat.

“Damn, babe… You’re crazy…” I whispered under my breath, watching her clean every drop with her tongue. When she was done, she stood up, her lips glistening, and stepped closer to me. Her hand dipped into my pants, squeezing my cock firmly.

“Yes, I want more. Unhook your sword, master.”

I chuckled darkly. Well then.

“Lean on the bike and hold on for your dear life.”

She turned around with a smile, arching her ass up and wagging it teasingly.

“I’m ready… master.” Her breasts pressed against the motorcycle, sending jolts of heat through my veins. I entered her from behind without a second thought, gripping her hips with another feral wave of hunger for this crazy woman. But she was mine, and that was all that mattered.

By the end, she was trembling, completely exhausted. Or rather, she was exhausted – not me. She had just cum five times in a row, all thanks to my magic demon cock.

Afterwards, we went for a walk. The rain had stopped, and the sky was clear, filled with thousands of glittering stars. We walked along the mountain’s edge to the special viewing platform, holding hands, an unexpectedly intimate gesture for us.

“I’m glad you left the monastery to come to me, you know…” I said softly.

“It turns out I just traded one place of residence for another.”

“Well, you’re a mercantile bitch.”

“Yes, but I’m your mercantile bitch.”

“That’s also true.”

“And how could I not be tempted by a demon like you?” She stopped, turning to face me, her hands pressed against my bare chest. Her clothes were almost dry, but she was still wearing my black T-shirt, and I loved seeing her in my stuff. Though she looked sexy in anything.

“Hm… so, since you left the monastery for me, will you give up your soul, since you’ve already given me your sexy body?” I whispered teasingly in her ear, burying my face in her neck.

She laughed softly. “Yes, the body is yours, my master… but the soul? Well, no, I won’t give up my soul.”

“Yes… but, but, but…” I protested playfully.

“Shhh…” she hushed me, then leaned in, her lips brushing mine. “Be a good boy and fuck me again.”

Pause.

“Rough.”

I smiled, lifting her up in one smooth movement. She wrapped her legs around my waist and kissed me deeply, her tongue invading my mouth with possessive heat. Hell, what a passionate woman I had.

I whispered against her lips, “I obey… my love.”

Slowly, I impaled her onto my cock again, thrusting into her hard just as she asked, claiming her like my queen.

When we finally came again, collapsing in the silent mountain air, I decided to tease her. “You know… if a demon and a human have sex and cum six times in a row, then…”

“What…” she asked, laughing tiredly, still panting against my neck. My cock was still throbbing inside her, cum dripping down my pants and thighs.

“That means… you’ve given me your soul. So now you’re completely mine – body and soul.” I smiled wickedly.

Her eyes widened, and fear flickered across her face. “Wh-what?” She blinked rapidly, licking her lips, trying to pull away from me, but she was impaled so deeply it was physically impossible without my help.

“So you’re mine. All of you. The contract is sealed.” Tears welled in her eyes, but I laughed softly.

“Come on, it’s not that easy. You still belong to yourself. Though today… you really were on the verge of giving me both your soul and your body. Especially the body…” I kissed her neck, tasting her sweet scent mixed with the faint tang of rain and sex.

“You’re an idiot, Desmond! Don’t ever scare me like that!” she cried out, slapping my shoulder lightly. I let out a low chuckle into her neck, and she finally relaxed in my arms, letting out a giggle of her own, as if accepting that she truly belonged to me, at least for tonight.