All characters in the story are 18+. This is a continuation of "She'll Beg". Feedback is always appreciated. Enjoy!! :)
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I lay on the ground, still trembling and breathing in gasps. Grigori chortles as my hands involuntarily roam over my super-sensitive body. The demon had killed my lover, and then made me beg for release as his brought me to the most intense orgasms of my life using only his hands on my most private area.
"Well, little one," He looked over me hungrily. "You must catch your breath quickly. We have a journey to make." I sit up quickly, feeling slightly dizzy, and try to focus on him.
"A journey where?" I'm filled with apprehension. His eyes seem even darker than before and his monstrous cock within his pants has not softened through my many orgasms. My imagination is reeling with where this creature could take me. None of the possibilities lend me hope of reprieve.
"As much... fun... as it is driving you to plead for more here in these woods, I can think of a place with far more possibilities. I'm going to take you home." Immediately, I try to scoot away, my naked skin dragging in the leaves and dirt. Even as my fear moves me away from him, my arousal yearns for him.
"Please, Grigori, I'm sure there are others who can do more for you. I'm not as experienced, I can't please you. Just let me go. I swear to God I won't tell anyone about you. Please, just let me leave." As I crawl backwards toward the shadows of the trees, he simply stares at me and licks his lips. With a wave of his hand I'm frozen in place, my muscles no longer under my own control.
"Swearing to God will do you no good, little one. And as for pleasing me... Your begging for freedom is nearly pleasure enough. But I swear to YOU, little one, you will scream my name before dawn." Another wave of his hand seems to make the shadows move; they surge and swirl, undulating before my eyes. Almost imperceptively, the shadows take the shape of a door. Grigori swoops down to me, placing his rough but firm arms beneath me and lifting me as if I weighed no more than a feather. My mind's eye pictures us as a dark caricature of a bride and groom as we cross the threshold.
I squeeze my eyes shut as we cross into the shadows. They lick at my skin, causing goosebumps, cold as ice. I scrunch into Grigori's arms, seeking out his warmth. His gravelly chuckle makes me immediately regret it.
"Open your eyes." I shake my head, afraid of what I'll find. "Now, little one. Do not make me impatient." On the verge of tears, I slowly slide them open. He brought me to a cavern. Large, sparsely furnished. On one wall, magma flows freely providing both light and warmth to battle the shadows. The other walls are bare, rough rock. They remind me of Grigori's skin, although the rock is more of a muddy brown than his almost black pallor. In the center of the room is a large four poster bed.
He carries me to it and lays me on it with surprising gentleness.
"What do you want with me?" I whisper, afraid of the answer. "Why me?"
"I want to take your power. You've already given me some, and with surprising ease. Watching you take control of the mortal, demand pleasure from him, please him when it served you best... I sensed your strength. I had thought you would be harder to break, but after only a short time I had you begging me already. And I've hardly started with you, little one."
