The scream that tore from Silas's throat was raw, animalistic, and utterly useless.
"AAAAHHH! You... bastard! Pull it out!"
Kael didn't pull out. He bottomed out. His hips slammed against her ass with a brutal, flesh-smacking impact that sent ripples through her pale skin.
PAM!
"Look at me," Kael growled. He grabbed her chin, forcing her face towards him. Her eyes were wild, darting between his face and the ceiling, refusing to accept the reality of what was happening. "Look at the 'filth' that's inside you, Silas."
He pulled back, his cock withdrawing until only the thick, swollen head remained inside her tight, unprepared channel. The friction was excruciating—both for her tightness and for the sheer size of him. Her pussy lips were stretched thin, clinging to his shaft like a vice, painted in a sheen of her own shameful slick.
"Look at how your body welcomes me," he taunted.
WHAM!
He thrust back in with the force of a piston.
"UGH!" Silas grunted, the air driven from her lungs. Her breasts, heavy and bouncing, jiggled violently with the impact. Her back arched off the bed, not in pleasure, but in a desperate attempt to escape the invasion.
But the Nullweave ropes held her fast.
"You're... tearing me... apart!" she hissed through clenched teeth. Her walls burned, stretched to their limit by a cock that felt like it was made of iron and covered in magma.
"Good," Kael replied, his voice devoid of sympathy. He began to set a rhythm. Every thrust was a statement of ownership.
Thrust. Withdraw. Thrust.
Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.
The sound was obscene. It filled the room, louder than the crackle of the candles, louder than Silas's ragged breathing. It was the sound of her defeat.
Kael leaned forward, his weight pressing her into the mattress. He changed the angle, aiming upward, grinding his pelvic bone against her throbbing clit.
"Ah!" Silas's eyes widened. A spark of unwanted pleasure shot through her core. Her nipples, already hard, tightened further, poking into Kael's scarred chest.
"There it is," Kael whispered, his breath hot against her ear. He didn't speed up; he pressed deeper, holding himself there, grinding in slow circles. "The B-Rank Warlock. The Matriarch. And here she is, clenching around a C-Rank stray's cock like a virgin in heat."
"I... hate... you," Silas gasped, tears streaming down the sides of her face, pooling in her ears. But her hips... her hips gave a tiny, involuntary roll.
"I know," Kael smirked. He bit her earlobe, hard. "But your cunt doesn't."
He pulled out suddenly, the sudden emptiness making Silas gasp. Before she could process the relief, he grabbed her hips and flipped her over.
She was face down, her ass in the air, her face pressed into the pillows that smelled of her own perfume. The position was degrading. Primal. It stripped away the dignity of the Lockwood name and left only the female animal.
"Let's see how deep I can go from here."
He mounted her. His cock found her entrance instantly, sliding in with a wet, slick noise.
PAM!
"Oh god!" Silas screamed into the pillow. This angle was different. Deeper. He hit her cervix, a sharp pain that blended into a dull, throbbing ache.
Kael didn't care about her pain. He grabbed her bound wrists, using the ropes as reins. He pulled her arms back, arching her spine, forcing her head up from the pillow.
"No," he commanded. "Don't hide. Let the house hear you."
He began to pound her. No longer slow. Now, it was a barrage.
PAM! PAM! PAM! PAM!
His hips were a blur. His heavy balls swung forward, slapping against her clit with every impact, sending jolts of electricity up her spine.
"Say my name," Kael ordered.
"Never!"
SLAP!
His hand came down on her right ass cheek, leaving a red handprint. The sting made her pussy clench tight.
"Say it!"
"Kael...!" she screamed, unable to hold back. "Kael! Ahh! Ahh! It's too deep!"
"Who owns this pussy?" Kael growled, leaning over her back, his chest pressed against her shoulder blades. He reached around and grabbed her swinging breast, squeezing the soft mound roughly.
"You do! You do! AAAHHH!"
"That's right," Kael grunted, increasing his pace. The bed frame groaned, slamming against the wall. Bang. Bang. Bang. "I own you, Silas. Every drop of sweat. Every tear. Every drop of cum."
He felt her walls fluttering. She was close again. Despite the pain, despite the humiliation, her body was chasing the release. The biology of the [Nullweave] didn't suppress pleasure—it only suppressed defense.
"Are you going to cum for the stray?" Kael mocked, pinching her nipple. "Are you going to cream on the cock of the boy you tortured?"
"I... I can't stop it..." Silas sobbed. Her body was betraying her completely. Her legs were shaking. Her toes curled. The pressure was building like a volcano.
"Then do it," Kael commanded. "Cum! Cum like the whore you are!"
He slammed into her one last time, burying himself to the root and holding her tight.
"AAAAAHHHHH!"
Silas screamed into the mattress, her body seizing. Her pussy gushed, soaking his shaft, dripping down onto the ruined sheets. Her eyes rolled back into her head. She saw white.
Kael didn't stop. He didn't cum. He held onto her trembling body, letting her ride the waves of her orgasm, feeling her insides milk him.
As her spasms slowed, he leaned down and whispered into her ear.
"We're just getting started. Round two."
He pulled out, his cock glistening with her juices, still hard as steel. He flipped her over again, onto her back.
Silas looked up at him, dazed. Her hair was a mess, plastered to her forehead with sweat. Her mascara was running. Her chest heaved.
"Why..." she whimpered. "Why won't you finish...?"
Kael smirked, positioning himself between her legs again. He lifted one of her legs over his shoulder, pressing it against her chest, folding her in half.
"Because, Silas," he said, lining up his cock. "I haven't broken you yet. I want that look in your eyes. The one where you realize... you were born for this. For my use only."
He thrust in again.
PAM!
This time, he didn't go slow. He jackhammered into her, the sound of wet skin slapping together echoing like a drumbeat.
PAM! PAM! PAM! PAM!
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Kael! Please! No more!"
"More," Kael corrected. "So much more."
He leaned down and captured a nipple in his mouth, sucking hard, his teeth grazing the sensitive bud.
Silas's hands, bound above her head, clenched into fists. Her back arched, pushing her breast into his mouth even as her hips tried to recoil from his cock.
It was a contradiction that defined her existence—refusing him, even as she craved him.
"System," Kael thought, his mind clear even in the midst of the rut. "Status."
SYSTEM STATUS
HOST: KAEL
STAMINA: 95% (Draconic Bloodline Active)
LIBIDO: HIGH CURRENT
ACTIVITY: DOMINANCE CONDITIONING
The night was long. And the Devourer was insatiable.
He pulled out and slapped his cock against her clit, the wet sound making her flinch.
"Beg for it," Kael said.
Silas looked at him, her pride warring with the agonizing need in her core. She was empty. She needed him back inside.
"Please..." she whispered.
"Please what?"
"Please... put it back in. Fuck me. Just... make it stop hurting."
Kael smiled. The crack in the dam was widening.
"As you wish."
He slammed back home, and Silas Lockwood, the Ice Queen of the Lockwood family, threw her head back and moaned like a common slut.