His hands slid up into her hair and she shivered as he clutched her to him, his kiss growing stronger against her mouth. Her cheeks flamed with colour, and she found herself leaning into the kiss, her arms sliding around his middle and her hands splayed against the small of his back to make him flinch at the cold of her touch.
He growled softly against her lips, and she smirked in response, even as she rolled up onto the balls of her feet and met his kiss with her own.
Turning her slowly, she felt the bed hitting the back of her legs and as his hand left her hair, he trailed them down over her shoulders and the fabric slid away from her, dropping in a hissing pile of fabric at her feet. He slid one arm around her waist, allowing him to lean her back over the mattress, and she bit gently on his lower lip, his grip on her tightening sharply at the twinge of pain.
He laid her down slowly, and she looked up at him as he stood over her, his chest heaving and eyes glowing a steady, warm gold as they raked down over her form.
She knew he desired her, and had done so for years, so while the situation wasn't what he would have hoped for, he still saw it as getting what he wanted.
The sight of him before her, almost glowing with his need, and burning as he struggled to fight down his nature, was incredible. She didn't want him to fight it though. Sitting up slowly, his eyes went wide as she caught the end of the tie that held his pants around his hips, dragging it down with a terrible slowness that had him trembling, but she refused to speed up the process and she was enjoying his suffering.
The knot slid loose, and he shuddered as her fingers found his hips and she dragged the fabric down over his erection, the fabric pooled at his feet. He hadn't been given undergarments either, and she wondered what the witches had thought when they had been changing him.
Tilting her head slowly, she traced her lips along the line of his hips, and he groaned softly at the light touch, following the line of the bone outwards towards his hips and then he growled at the feeling of her smirk.
She bit down hard, and he snarled at the pain, his fingers curling in her hair and forcing her back from him. Looking up at him without regret, his teeth were bared, and his eyes were burning.
Reaching up, she tugged at his wrist, but he refused to let go and instead he used her hair to pull her up just enough that he could bend down, and his mouth met hers in a hard, hungry kiss.
She met his hunger with her own and he seemed at first surprised and then pleased by her aggression, his fingers leaving her hair, but before he could curl them around her throat, she shifted back from him.
He looked furious that she was moving away, but then he smiled as she shifted herself further up the bed. His knee planted on the mattress and then he seemed to blur, leaning over her in the next second and his lips met hers in a furious need, pressing her back until she was lying on the bed under him.
Parting her legs slowly, she intentionally moved in a way that he would feel the brush of her inner thighs against his hips as she invited him against her. He moved instinctively, settling his weight on top of her and he growled as so much of him came into contact with the coldness of her body.
His heat felt like fire on top of her, but it was pleasant rather than uncomfortable.
Turning her head, she found his lips with hers and he growled softly against her lips, seeming to hesitate now that he had her where he wanted her.
His eyes opened, and he looked down at her, fear and pain dulling the glow of his need.
A moment of panic filled her at the sight, and she thought quickly, an idea triggering in her mind. Reaching down between them, she curled her fingers around his penis, and he gasped, not expecting her to go on the offensive.
Recalling what Dirdos had told her to do, she smiled as he grew harder in her hand, her fingers gliding over him and teased him until he was panting with need.
His fingers curled around her wrist painfully hard, and he jerked her hand out from between them, pinning it to the bed just above her head, his free hand gripping the other and he looked down at her. Gripping her wrists in one of his hands, he curled his fingers around her throat and his eyes met hers, staring down at her and watching every expression cross her face as he entered her.
His eyes were burning, lips slightly parted as his domineering stare triggered all sorts of parts of her brain, she didn't know she had until that moment, and she gasped as he filled her, her body aching in the most amazing way at the size of him.
He smiled slowly, pleased at what he saw, and then he began to withdraw. His greedy stare taking her in as his first thrust into her was rough, almost painful, but it was a pain she welcomed eagerly.
She couldn't take her eyes off his, watching his face just as he watched hers, and the sight of his dominating stare, the pleasure he gained from her body, was hypnotic.
He wanted her to know he was inside her, wanted her to feel every inch of him as he moved against her, and know he was taking her, that he was finally fucking her after all that time.
She could see the long line of him in her peripheral, and she was captivated by the way his muscles moved, bunching as he thrust himself into her with such force and there was no denying the sight of him moving against her only increased her own arousal.
She had never expected that being with a man could feel so incredible, and she didn't know if it was because he was a lust demon, or simply because a part of her had always craved him, though she never would have admitted it. She felt every inch of him moving against her, pressing on parts of her that had her wanting to cry out in pleasure, though she kept as quiet as him.
She could see that he was fighting something in himself, but she didn't know what it was, nor how it would manifest, his jaw clenched, and brows drawn together as he watched her pleasure.
Lifting one hand from where her fingers had been clenching the sheets under her, she slid her hand up over the small of his back and his eyes narrowed as a dangerous gleam came over her.
He growled in warning, but she ignored it, her nails digging into his back and she dragged them up slowly, his body tensing with a feral snarl as she left four long, shallow cuts in his back.
He had gone still, frozen as pain rocked through him and then his eyes found hers and a thrill of fear went through her.
Whatever it was he had been holding back had broken loose, and he smiled.
If his thrusts into her had been hard before it was nothing compared to the brutality of his need after, and she cried out as his head bowed and his teeth found her shoulder.
Without warning he withdrew from her and his hands were hard on her hips as he rolled her over onto her stomach. Reaching out, he gripped a pillow and forced it under her hips. Gripping the mass of her hair, he threw it out of his way and lowered himself over her.
His body was heavy as he pressed down on her, his left hand going to guide himself into her, the other sliding up and around her throat with his nails digging into her shoulder.
Filling her again forcefully, he grunted at the force of his pleasure and her body jerked, his hips meeting her backside.
His cheek rested against her ear, and he moaned his pleasure, the first time he had made a sound. It sent a shock of desire through her, and he growled as her body tightened on him.
Her jaw rested against his forearm, forcing her face to the side and he took full advantage of her being unable to turn away, dragging the long length of his sharp tongue up the side of her face and she shuddered at the odd feeling of the silver stud against her skin.
Her fingers gripped his wrist as she gasped, the new position doing deeply interesting things to her body, and he knew that before he had decided to move her.
Gripping her arm, he dug his nails into the skin and then groaned at the way her body responded to the pain, his movements growing rougher as he reached for the end of his pleasure.
"You're mine," he growled in her ear and his domineering words had her stomach clenching in fear and excitement, the sudden tension having him jerking against her and she shuddered as a wave of heat flooded her. He groaned aloud as he found his release inside her, panting heavily as he thrust hard again and then once more, coming to a stop and resting his forehead against her temple.
"Oh mother… Etani," he breathed, and growled as her body responded to the husky, lusty sound of his voice.
Slowly he withdrew from her, and she felt terribly empty without him. He sat back on his heels and looked down at her.
His hand was gentle as it found the small of her back and trailed up the length of her spine, simply touching the softness of her skin and relishing the feeling before he moved from between her legs.
Rolling onto her side, she moved willingly into his arms as he reached for her, and he pressed a hard kiss against her hair, his eyes going to the door.
Looking around, she flushed bright pink to realise they had been watched by more than just the male witch. The redhead, Naile, and the little dark witch had come in at some point and had been observing them.
It was humiliating, and she looked up at Daemon who shifted to better hide her from them, though he didn't seem to be embarrassed at all.
"Move away from the bed, Demon," the redhead said, but Etani clutched his arm, and shook her head in refusal, not wanting him to be apart from her.
"We will examine you and that is all," Naile said.
Daemon kissed her hair again, and released her, sliding off the bed obediently and she watched him go, anxious.
A sudden pressure hit her, and she was forced down onto her back as though something were sitting on her chest and she stared up at the ceiling, trembling as the woman approached.
Whatever they did, it hurt as they pressed on her abdomen and the pillow was shoved in under her backside, her legs parted and a warm breath brushing against her groin.
Clenching her eyes shut, she felt them pressing at her with something hot, and there was a gentle whisper as the women retreated.
"Not yet. You will try again in a few hours after we examine her again."
Daemon held out her dress, and she took it, using it to cover herself as the women retreated.
"If you cannot do this quickly, demon, we will find someone who can. We don't care who the father of our world is so long as it is created and if it means she is fucked by a thousand men, so be it," the redhead growled, stalking from the room.
Daemon returned to her side, and he scooped her up into his arms, retreating into the corner of the room furthest from the door with her cradled safely in his lap.
Her head rested against his chest, and he sighed gently as he rested his chin against the top of her head.
"I never wanted it to be like this," he breathed, his hands moving lightly over her arm.
"Neither did I, but this is how it turned out," she replied. "All we can do now is hope they will let us go once they get what they want."
He nodded, feeling his fury but she was just exhausted, and she turned into his chest.
He clutched her hard against him and she was soon asleep.