The slamming door jerked her awake, and she looked around in confusion, Daemon shifting as he seemed to have fallen asleep as well.
"Get up," the redhead said and Etani rose obediently, making her way over to the bed and lying down on it. The pillow went under her backside again and she bit hard on her lower lip at the discomfort of the examination.
"You're up, demon," the redhead said as she moved away.
Daemon growled softly and when he refused to move, the witch smiled at him, and he screamed.
Rolling onto her side, she saw him curled in a ball on the ground.
"Stop!" she gasped, crawling off the bed and going to his side.
"Make sure he is ready next time," the redhead snarled and stalked from the room.
Daemon growling softly as the pain left him and he looked up at her.
Biting her lower lip, she tried to decide what to do, and she sighed, guiding him to sit against the wall.
"Etani, no," he growled as she straddled him.
"I can't let them hurt you again," she breathed, and he shivered as her fingers found him.
It did not take her long to get him aroused again, her lips moving against his and her hands gliding against him.
Without a word he was inside her, and his hands found her backside, guiding her against him.
Clutching his hair, she kissed him hard as she moved against him, a slight pain finding her as she lowered herself onto him and she blushed at the realisation that he was pushing against her cervix, a new experience for her.
An idea seemed to come to him, and he looked up at her apologetically as he pulled her closer and she twitched slightly, unsure of what he was doing.
It hurt more than she expected, and she pushed herself back from him, gasping in discomfort.
"Daemon stop," she breathed, hating that the pain only made her pleasure more.
"Trust me," he growled and closing her eyes, she rested her head against his shoulder and allowing him to do whatever it was he needed.
Pain flooded through her as he worked, pressing down on her hips and backside before she cried out, her body jerking, and he found a new depth inside her.
He gasped, his eyes no longer gold but a deep golden crimson, his nails digging into her hips as he fought to contain himself.
Her cheeks flamed red as her backside rested against his thighs and he trembled.
Looking up at him, she frowned as she saw him battling with himself, but he was losing the battle.
Suddenly on his feet, he spun her and her back hit the wall with a sharp thud and she whimpered as he thrust into her, ignoring her pain, and instead, he took his pleasure from her body.
She clenched her jaw, her pleasure giving way to the onslaught of pain and tears swelled in her eyes, rolling down her cheeks, but she remained still. She trusted him, she did, but it was agony.
He did not last long, and he groaned as he spilled himself inside her, though she was confused by where his heat found her.
Slowly he came down from his high and his fingers released her, pain ripping through her as he pulled himself free and he grunted, gasping as he set her down on the ground.
Sinking to the floor, she sat still as she tried to process what he had done, and he stepped back from her, panting hard and fighting to get himself back in control.
"I'm sorry, Etani…" he gasped. "I know it hurts, but it's our best chance," he said.
She nodded silently, slightly surprised when none of his pleasure coated her thighs as it had the last time.
He moved to her side and sat down, not wanting to touch her without her wanting it, but she leant into his side, needing his comfort.
He wrapped his arms around her and closed his eyes, his hand stroking her hair gently.
The witches arrived a few hours later, and she sighed as she left his side and moved to the bed without being asked.
Setting the pillow behind her, she laid back and shifted herself as the redhead approached her and she stared at the ceiling.
The witch said nothing as she backed away, her eyes on Daemon as Etani sat up, her head bowed.
"How long will it be before you can take us?" Naile asked and Etani closed her eyes slowly, her arms going around her middle.
"We don't know," Daemon said slowly. "It's unlikely it would take long."
"Good, take the demon out."
Etani looked up, panic filling her as she reached for Daemon. "No, please!" she gasped.
Daemon's face was white as he moved for her, stopping as his hand found a barrier between them.
"Get out, or we kill her," the witch said.
Daemon looked anguished, punching the barrier but it didn't break and finally he closed his eyes and followed the male witch out.
Watching him go, she trembled and looked up as Naile approached her, a long length of gold chain between her hands.
"So you can't escape," the blonde said.
She knew it was better to just obey, and she held out her arm, moving back until she was sitting against the headboard, and she was bound to the wood.
***
It was what she assumed to be the next day when Hecate herself arrived, and opened the door, the Goddess stepping into the room slowly.
Etani had been singing softly under her breath, counting the stitches on the sheets she was sitting on, and generally just bored out of her mind. There was only a minor change to the physical appearance of her abdomen, a slight swelling that hinted at the first stages of pregnancy, but that was all, and she had exhausted her own imagination on what that could mean.
She had been dressed, though it was simply a wrap around her breasts and a skirt that clung to her hips, leaving her abdomen and most of her body bare, with the skirt tied at her hip.
The Goddess was breathtakingly beautiful, with pale cream skin and a mass of black curls. Her eyes were an odd blue-violet swirl, and her lips were full.
Six spikes marked her crown, and she wore light armour that was elaborately carved to show horses, wolves, and snakes. Her dress made of long black velvet that left her arms bare.
She moved with a grace that Etani envied, her odd eyes sweeping around the room before settling on her.
"Hello Etani," the Goddess said gently and Etani looked up at her, her singing stopped and her head tilting slightly.
"Hecate," Etani replied, her voice flat.
"I'm sorry it came to this," the Goddess said, watching her, but Etani dropped her eyes back to the sheets. "At least you had Eros. I would have hated to know it was someone you did not care for."
"Yes, I'm sure it would have been much worse to be forced to create a world through rape, rather than being forced to create a world while being forced to have sex under the threat of rape and death," Etani said sarcastically, frowning as she lost her place on the sheets and the thought of starting over from the beginning wasn't all that appealing.
Hecate was staring at her and Etani looked up to see the woman's agonised expression.
"You wouldn't have given us what we wanted if I hadn't," Hecate said slowly.
"You never bothered to ask if I would. Instead, you just take like all the other Gods."
"Would you have?" Hecate asked and Etani frowned at her, considering.
"Probably."
Hecate looked shocked, her unusual eyes widening. "Why?"
"I liked you. You were one of the decent Gods. I would have simply asked you to wait until I could create it my own way."
Shifting, Etani stretched and yawned widely before settling back down against the bed, her long legs crossed at the ankle.
"I'm sorry," Hecate said and Etani shrugged.
"Better to beg for forgiveness than ask for permission, huh Hecate?" Etani asked snidely, but the Goddess only nodded. "What do you want?"
"To see you, to meet you, and to check on your progress," the Goddess said.
"You have done all, you can leave now," Etani said, and her eyes dropped back to the sheets in search of the stitch she had been up, to but it looked like all the rest.
Etani jerked as the Goddess reached the edge of the bed, and her hand stretched out. Moving on reflex, she rolled her hips and her foot connected with the Goddess' shoulder. She hit the wall, yelping as her back collided with it and she fell.
The door opened and Naile, the redhead, and the male witch staggered into the room, the male looking at her furiously while the two women went to help Hecate.
"What was that for?" the Goddess snarled.
"Really? You're asking me why I would be angry at you after what you had your pet witches do to me?" Etani snarled, her eyes still on the male, though she wasn't sure why. Her instincts told her he was more dangerous than the others, though he looked young and relatively weak.
"I wasn't going to hurt you!"
"You've hurt me enough for a lifetime bitch, get out," Etani said coldly, and as she watched the male, a thought popped into her head on how she could get revenge on them all.
"Hold her down," Hecate said, and Etani looked at the Goddess, her anger blazing.
She didn't bother trying to fight them as the two women gripped her ankles and pinned her legs down, Hecate approaching, placing her hand lightly on the swelling of her abdomen.
"Didn't you say it has only been a day?" Hecate asked and Etani lifted a brow as the redhead nodded.
"Not even twenty-four hours."
"Odd," Hecate said as she withdrew her hand.
Etani aimed a kick for the redhead, clipping the tip of her chin and rocking her head back.
Grinning maliciously, the redhead screamed at her, but Naile dragged her from the room, leaving her alone with Hecate and the male.
"I do not think it would be more than two days before it is done," Hecate said, and Etani looked to the Goddess, keeping the male in the corner of her eye.
"Oh good, can I go home then?" she asked, and Hecate nodded.
"Keep an eye on her, she is dangerous even when bound," Hecate said.
Etani's lips turned down into a frown as she studied the male. "Don't leave me alone with him, there's something wrong with him."
Hecate's delicate brows lifted as she looked at the male. "There's nothing wrong with him, he's perfect."
Etani didn't know what it was about him, but there was something in him that triggered all sorts of warnings in her, but she had no way of explaining it.