She whimpered as the man touched her hair, his fingers sliding down the curvature of her neck until they met with her shoulder. The touch was hot, intimate, and completely wicked. She would have moved if it were not for the bindings that had her firmly fastened to the bed. She would have cried out, screamed, if there wasn't something in her mouth, preventing it.
Her arms were fastened above her head, immobilized by the same leather fastening that encircled her ankles. She watched the demon above her as he moved with sinful intent, his motions increasingly provocative as he dragged his fingertips back up to caress silken locks of hair.
The bound girl protested, squirmed, trying to break free from the binds that prevented her from resisting. She looked up at the demon, blue eyes thick with tears, begging wordlessly to be released.
Her captor leaned down from his straddling position, pressing a soft kiss against her parted lips. He slid his hand down, in between the small girl's legs, fingers rubbing a circular pattern over the sensitive bud nestled between her folds.
He hummed against her soft lips as another whimper escaped them, "Will you moan louder if I fuck your clit with my tongue?"
A muffled cry was coupled with shaking of Lior's head, long tresses flying around her head as she did so. She tried to ignore the fingers that drew soft circles against her clit, clenching her legs shut. It only served to make her more sensitive and heighten the pleasure that coursed through her petite frame.
The dominant licked the shell of the smaller's ear, canines skimming the lobe and pulling at it teasingly, "C'mon, Lior, tell me. Will you cum harder if I fuck you with my tongue? What about if I finger your tight little pussy while I eat you out? How hard will you cum then?" He dipped her fingers a little lower, wetting them, "You're so fucking wet, whore... you're little pussy is just begging to be fucked."
Lior vehemently shook her head.
"Feel that? Feel your little pussy clenching as I rub your little nub with my fingers? Just wait till my tongue gets there. I'm gonna make you cum so fucking hard in front of all these people - I'm gonna make you fuck my tongue in front of all of them."
Angel struggled rashly, lithe body contorting helplessly as her heart pounded. She strained upwards, legs shaking tumultuously with the hand that was still between them.
"And then right when you start to cum... when this tight little body is contracting in pleasure..." he smirked, watching the fear flicker across her eyes, "I'm gonna slam my cock into you". To emphasize his point he slipped two fingers inside of her roughly, watching as she tried to break free only to be put at the mercy of her binds.
Tears leaked down her cheeks, head thrashing from side to side.
There was a tightening in her stomach... something familiar and completely unwanted. It burned her... scorched her skin. And it coiled inside of her, building up like water behind a floodgate.
"That's it, whore... that feels nice, doesn't it?"
She whimpered as he speared her over and over again with slow languid draws of his long fingers.
"You like having my fingers push deep inside of you" he curled his knuckles, taking pleasure in how that little body writhed under his touch, "naughty girl... now spread your legs. Show everyone how wet that tight little pussy is".
Lior shook her head, cheeks on fire. The bindings already prevented her from closing her legs as tight as she would have if they had been free. And she couldn't do it... she couldn't stand the shame that would come from having strangers look at the most intimate part of her.
"Spread them" he growled lowly, slamming his fingers into her roughly and watching her flinch in respite, "don't make me ask again. Or maybe you'd like to show them something else?" he leaned down, brushing his lips against her ear and letting his canines trace the sensitive flesh, "like me wedging into that tight virgin ass..."
She cried out into the gag in her mouth, eyes clenched shut, shaking violently.
The threat had due affect, though. Because Daemon felt the pliability in her legs, enough that he was able to push them open with hardly a fuss this time around.
He smirked, spreading them wide so that every bit of her was exposed. The tiny little hole, the throbbing clit, the juices that glistened across her lips.
Cat calls and derogatory shouts from the onlookers swarmed the room they were in.
Daemon licked his lips, "Does that make you wet, whore? Thinking about me taking that little virgin ass of yours?" he slipped his hand down, index finger slipping between the folds of her labia to stroke the bud that was there, "I bet it does. I could lube myself up with your pussy juice and fuck you so hard... I could open that tight little hole right up..."
Angel thrashed as she felt his erection against her inner thigh, panic overwhelming any embarrassment. She tried to twist her body away from his hand, but it was firmly planted between the apex of her legs. Meanwhile, his words kept coming, creating vivid pictures in her head of the horrors to come.
"Flip you over... spread you nice and wide..."one of his fingers slipped back further, and he grinned at the frantic reaction that followed immediately, "then slide into you nice and slow, letting you feel every inch..."
She whimpered and cried out desperately into her gag, trying to close her legs and curl them up towards herself... of course, it didn't work. Not when every motion was being hindered by the straps around her wrists and ankles and the demon between her legs.
She didn't know why she was here, or how she had gotten into this position, but all those things didn't matter right now. What mattered was the looming threat above her... the look of guttural lust burning behind crimson eyes.
Daemon leaned down and grabbed her ass purposefully, feeling her tighten under his hand and lift her hips in an attempt to put distance between them. It only served to drive her pelvis up against him though, brushing against his weeping erection.
He smirked, nipping her ear, "It'll feel like I'm tearing you apart, kid. But it'll feel like fuckin' heaven to me..."
Angel tilted her head away, a fresh wave of tears coming as fear built higher and higher. She couldn't even beg for him to stop. She couldn't even offer him anything in exchange... although he had made it pretty damn clear that he was just going to take whatever he wanted anyways. But god, she was terrified.
After everything that he had done, after all the time he had been here, the fear had not gone down a single ounce. If anything, it had grown... because he was demanding more and more from her every single time. Even when she thought there was nothing left, he found some pocket of herself to take.
Daemon pushed long strands of hair out of her face with his free hand, the muscles in his shoulders and arms straining as he then shifted his weight onto them. He adjusted himself so his throbbing cock was pressed against the entrance to her slick opening, feeling her body bare down in reaction to his change in position.
Lior clenched her eyes shut.
"Look at me" his voice was sharp, an order laced with primal arousal. A demand. A threat.
Frightened azure orbs slid back open resentfully.
"Good girl" he rocked his hips teasingly, the tip of his erection sliding up and down that little wet hole that he knew would greedily suck him in, "make sure you moan nice and loud so everyone can hear you... or we'll have to do this all over again".
He slammed into her suddenly, roughly, without remorse or thought.
And Angel screamed.
Screamed so loudly, in fact, that the world went completely dark... and the pain disintegrated as quickly as it had come.
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Angel's eyes shot open, rolling straight off her bead and onto the floor in a flurry of sheets and blankets. The oversized tee she was wearing was soaked. And as she pushed herself onto her hands and knees, taking deep breath after deep breath, she felt the tears still warm on her cheeks.
