Cold, Demonic Eyes Ch. 03

Feeling incredibly hot, Soraya turned her head away from Nerach, closing her eyes and biting her wrist to contain all the sounds rising in her throat. The safety measure didn't help for long and from time to time, she gasped involuntarily, as his tongue slid in and out of her. The princess felt dizzy before long and she was gripping the tabletop hard with her free hand, to regain some sense of stability.

No, Soraya wouldn't beg for the sex... No matter how much Cathal set her aflame with his tongue. She was almost relieved, when she heard Nerach's voice: "Enough of that... She must be dripping by now..."

Immediately, Cathal got up, now fondling her with his fingers only. He just caressed her sweet spot with his fingers, never making an attempt to insert them. Then he tucked her dress under her stomach, so he could use his other hand to push aside his own, short robe and open his trousers. Soraya could hear the silk whisper as he made his preparations. By now, she was sure that he had to hear her heart hammering in her chest. If he did, though, he didn't let on. Or just couldn't.

Soraya remembered the feeling of his hard shaft against her buttocks. It had appeared to be huge, so when she could feel him rub it between her legs and her labia, she brought one of her hands behind her back, trying to feel him. Her finger didn't manage to close around the thick pulsating member entirely and just after she touched the surprisingly soft skin, the demon removed her hand, restraining her. Did the princess imagine it or was he breathing heavily?

Not long after, Soraya felt his glans at her labia, trying to push inside. The head stretched an already sensitive place and her own breathing quickened. There was a concurrent feeling of the surrounding world quaking slightly. Or was it just her? The demon was in no hurry. Just a bit at a time he pushed himself into her, retreating and pushing again until something blocked his path.

Slowly, but steadily, Cathal continued to push until he slid deeper inside and Soraya felt something inside her give way. A wave of lust washed over her, almost completely drowning out the noise of falling books, but she still managed to muffle her moaning.

To Soraya, it seemed that he filled her completely. The demon gave her a few moments to get used to his size and the feeling before he really started to move inside her. The princess didn't see that he wasn't wholly in. Feeling him slide in and out of her with relish at a slow but steady pace... could it be he was enjoying what he'd been forced to do, that he was fighting both his master's orders and his own morality? The thrusts made her feel dizzy. The rushing of her blood in her ears and the fire of pleasure in her core made her oblivious to her surroundings, even to the wind caressing her hair in the windowless room. There were just his hands, gripping her slim waist and one of her wrists and his penis inside her. Soon, she didn't care if his master heard her small screams of pleasure or saw her legs tremble. Her only desire was to feel more of him, much deeper inside her, so she tried to move and to meet his trusts, but his grip was firm.

Soraya felt so hot. As if her whole body was burning, she twisted and turned on the table, hardly realizing when the demon wrapped his arms around her, pulling her off the table plate. She realized however, when he had to stop to do so. The interruption was almost painful and the princess gasped for air. It sounded almost like a longing whimper but she bit her lip to prevent herself from begging him to continue.

The seconds until Cathal started moving again, a little faster this time, felt like an eternity. He held her upright with an arm around her chest, cupping a breast, and one around her tiny waist. The arm he had restrained previously was pressed between their bodies. Soraya barely stood on her feet, holding onto his arm around her waist.

With a last, unrestrained scream of pleasure, Soraya started to convulse in Cathal's arms as a huge orgasm swept her away. Dimly she was aware of the demon moaning and his member in her throbbing.

Soraya took a while to come back to her senses. She felt... strange, exhausted like after a long run and somehow a bit feverish. She took a deep breath and immediately started to cough. Blinking, she opened her eyes and tried to see through the dust in the room. Her brain wasn't really able to process what she was seeing through the dust curtain. The table was a smoking pile of red-hot ash, there was a hole in the row of book shelfs and the wall behind it. Most of the books lay on the ground, hardly any intact. Blinking again, she took her free hand to wipe over her eyes but the sight didn't change.

"Magnificent. Though I am not sure if I should be thrilled or pissed..." Nerach's voice broke the eerie silence, forcing her into reality once more. His voice was somehow muffled as if coming from great distance.

The feeling of Cathal moving out of her was a clearer sensation by far, but Soraya swallowed her disappointment and forced herself to turn her head in the master's direction. His armchair was gone and he himself hovered above the hole in the floor, over the cavern with the soldiers.

Soraya swayed when the demon behind her tried to let go of her, so he just freed her trapped limb and held onto her with one arm while he covered himself again with the other. The princess was grateful for his support and his closeness despite fearing that he would not share the feeling. Also, it felt good when the silk of her own dress slid down, covering her again.

"Well, that is taken care of." Nerach continued, undeterred despite the corruption around him, and landed on the floor. "Now you need just to control all the magnificent power. I wouldn't have thought that there is so much raw potential slumbering in you... That scream..." The demon master marveled at the hole in his wall. It was large enough to send an elephant through. "Awakening the army won't be a problem for you. Definitely not..."

Somehow, Nerach's words didn't make any sense to Soraya. He was intruding on a very private moment and the princess didn't appreciate it any more than having him as a spectator. He just didn't belong in that moment. With slightly unfocussed eyes, she looked at him with disdain.

Nodding Nerach approached the couple. "Take her back, I'll check her progress in a few days, if she's still alive" He told the blond daimonion, who picked her up in his arms again. This time, Soraya didn't struggle, just leaned her head against her chest. Tired as she was, she hardly was aware of them leaving the audience chamber. Before long, she drifted into unconsciousness.