Kapitel 18: Chapter Nine - The Stirring of Emotions (Part 2)
She shivered, hating how she desired and detested him at the same time. Her body's reaction made the damn demon smile and it infuriated her. "Were you feeding?" she demanded the question that had been bothering her.
His lips stretched wider, his gaze sharpening like a hawk's. He didn't even pretend to misunderstand her question. "And if I have?"
"I told you that I don't like to share." She threw the words defiantly in his face.
He was scowling now. "And I warned you that I don't keep promises I cannot fulfil."
"Can't or won't?" She arched a brow, calling his bluff. Tension swirled between them, arching like static as their gazes clashed and wouldn't let go. Akila must be losing her mind because excitement replaced fear and she found herself enjoying this verbal sparring.
Zagan gnashed his teeth together, voice dropping an octave. "Be careful what you ask from me, little girl."
"I'm not afraid of what you'll do, Zagan." Her gaze dropped to his lips, and his own followed. Akila was learning that this simmering attraction between them was a weapon against him when his pupils dilated. "There's something you want from me and until you get it, you won't kill me." She matched his smugness. "What do I have to fear from you, Demon King?"
Indeed, he reflected at the ridiculous notion. What did she have to fear from him?
Like a striking serpent, his hand circled the base of her neck in a steady, strong grip hard enough to choke her if he wished. Bending his head, his lips slanted over hers and forced them open with a stab of his tongue. Akila didn't resist, her body melting into his like butter on a hot day. He kissed her with the intention of proving his dominance, deepening with each flick of his tongue.
Zagan pushed her up against the wall, nuzzling her neck but he didn't take her blood. Instead, he hiked up her skirts and ripped her drawers, impatiently undoing his own pants. Turning her to face the wall, he spoke against her skin. "I can still smell your arousal and I know watching that orgy made you wet. I've been holding myself back but since you're asking for it, I won't stop even if you beg me to."
Akila's body grew wetter with anticipation, the dark promise in his voice making her rasp with need. What was happening to her? She should be ashamed by how deeply he aroused her. His roughness no longer frightened but incited her passion. Her body craved his. Akila feared she was becoming a wanton who wouldn't hesitate to discard her dignity for momentary, mindless pleasure. And right now, as he dominated her...She. Didn't. Care. "Zagan."
Her neediness was a siren song to his beast.
Kicking her legs apart, he covered her from behind and bent his knees to wedge his cock against her dripping entrance. When he straightened, his shaft surged upwards into her wetness. "How ready you are for me, little lamb. You're dripping with desire."
He drove her up to her toes and she cried out, "I don't know what's happening to me!"
"Your body's learning to desire mine and only me." As he thrust, his bare hand cupped her mons. "Feel how greedy your body is for mine, how you're letting this demon defile your pretty pussy." His mean words had her clenching around him, and he groaned, covering her lips as his cock sawed between his long fingers. "This is mine." He jostled her and she whimpered. "It belongs to me." His grip was like iron, the heel of his palm grinding against her clit. "I own this. I own you."
Possessive, primal.
Akila melted for him.
As Zagan worked her body with short snaps of his hips and that hot, possessive hand, his lips brushed her ear. "You may have nothing to fear from me, but I can sense it, the same terror that dwells inside of you. You're afraid of how your body reacts to mine, how you're starting to enjoy sex and how you're scared that it will change you." He palmed and squeezed one of her breasts. "If you need a reason to fear me, then be careful that you don't start to lose yourself every time I fuck you. The way your body tightens around mine, like it wants to keep me inside forever, the way your cunt thirsts for my seed. Perhaps I'll breed you, little lamb...make you carry my heir."
Akila was ashamed to admit she wasn't horrified by the idea, an image of an unforeseen future appearing in her head. She saw an older version of herself holding a babe with Zagan beside her while a young boy sat upon his shoulders. It was so real she wanted to cry from the deceit of it. Instinctively, she grounded her clit against his iron grip.
Zagan bucked into her and jostled that maddening hold on her pussy. "You're close, aren't you? I want you to come hard for me."
He removed that palm — "No! I need that!" — only to return with it with a cupped slap.
"Ahhh!" she screamed.
"There you go…that's it, little lamb. I can feel your wet cunt readying."
SLAP!
The sound echoed around them as she tumbled over the edge. As heart-stopping pleasure coursed through her veins, she drew a breath, needing to scream lungfuls. Zagan pinched her swollen clit. "Scream for me and let everyone know who owns you."
She did. Again, and again and again.
Zagan increased the tempo of his thrusts, fucking her harder and harder, shafting her with savage, animalistic thrusts. When he felt her clenching around his length, he yanked her head back against his collarbone, exposing her slim throat. Fangs dropping, he bit into her pulse and fed as she came once more, squeezing around him. Akila's eyes rolled to the back of her head. Right when she felt his heat spurting inside her, coating the walls of her womb, he sealed the wound and snarled. "You're fucking mine!"
Violent shudders racked his massive shoulders. One after another. Until he'd spent all his cum insider her. With a final groan, he lowered his forehead to rest atop her head. Both their breathings were ragged with exertion. Despite his initial intention to evoke her fear, he was now lazily stirring himself in their wetness, wrapping an arm around her. It put her at an uncomfortable position between the wall and his angled hug but, she loved it.
Too soon, he pulled out and uncharacteristically dressed her before attending to his own.
"Do you still believe that I have something to fear from you?" She turned to face him; her face flushed from their coupling. One day, he'd like to mark that beautiful face with his cum.
"You're right. After I get what I want from you, you're worthless to me." He kept his tone bereft of emotion. "But until then, it doesn't mean that you're permitted to disobey me at every turn. It doesn't work that way. I need you alive, not dead."
She tossed her chin in defiance. "Likewise, I don't make promises I can't keep."
Zagan was more amused than needled by her insolence. "You seem to enjoy throwing my words back into my face."
"Because it's the only way you seem to understand what I say," she retorted with a stubborn set to her jaw. "I am willing to compromise but if something clashes against my principles, then that's where I draw the line. That goes without saying, I don't want to share you with anyone else."
Zagan sighed heavily. "I never drank a drop from anyone else tonight. Only you."
He might not have promised fidelity but, this was a start. The weight on her heart eased and she closed her eyes briefly, exhaling, "Thank you, for your honesty."
His softness towards her filled him with disgust. "I don't want your gratitude."
A loud bang accompanied Mara's shrill voice from the outside. "Zagan! What the hell just happened? What's going on in there?" She sounded extremely worried.
Akila snorted, whatever pleasures she felt from their hard coupling dying a swift death. "It appears your mistress is awfully worried about you." She crossed her arms. "Aren't you going to explain the situation to her?"
"Mara knows better than to question me," he said in a clipped tone, noticing her departure. He snagged her arm. "Where do you think you're off to?"
Wielding an overly bright smile, she answered briskly, "To tell your mistress exactly what we were doing in here." She jerked her arm from his grasp and opened the door, magnificently shocking the demoness into stunt silence.
"You!" Mara exclaimed in astonishment. It was a short-lived victory. "What the hell are you doing here? How did you get in? This is a demon only establishment."
"I have my ways," Akila replied airily, angling her profile at Zagan. "I'm sorry if I ruined your precious evening, but I had a score to settle with His Majesty. As you can see, I'm thoroughly satisfied and he's all yours." She deliberately exposed the tiny pinpricks on her neck. "Now that he's well-fed and his beast is sated…there's not much left for you to do." She wiggled her fingers. "Good evening, Mara."
Eavesdropping from the shadows, Kobal smothered his laughter, watching the little Valkyrie march off with her head held high. The human was beginning to grasp her backbone, leaving Mara at a loss for words. That itself was a feat of the century. While he tolerated Mara, he never liked the cold demoness. Never picky about his bed partners, Kobal confessed he had taken her blood and body often. Everyone knew Zagan didn't care if she fooled around and faithfulness wasn't in their nature.
"Zagan, what was she referring to?" Mara's eyes took in his disheveled but glowing appearance. "Was she insinuating that you fed from her? Did you fuck her?"
"Does it matter?" His eyes flashed angrily. "She needed to be taught a lesson."
"That's an excuse and you know it!" She was shaking with fury, her frustration mounting by the second. "Ever since that human came into our lives, you've not only been distant, but you've been acting out of sorts! It's almost as if she's changed you in a matter of days! You would never have cared from which vein you took from, but tonight you were disinterested in the pureblood I offered you."
At preternatural speed, he had her up against the wall, his irises transforming to the colour of wrath. "Speak no more of this, Mara or you will not like the consequences. Do I make myself clear?"
She swallowed hard, a feeling of utter defeat and helplessness descending over her. A hard mask fell over her features, and she choked, "Yes, master."
He released her, looking down at her crumpled body. "The decisions I make doesn't concern you. I drink her blood because she's the blood priestess and soon, we will find a way to awaken her powers and end this for good. I hope I won't have to put up with any more of your tantrums. I expect more from a demoness of your caliber. Don't tell me you're jealous over a human child?"
Mara clenched her jaw, aware that he was baiting her. "Of course not. It's just that you've been making rash decisions. The old you would never have sought to save a puny human's life." Her eyes were accusing. "You even killed one of our own for her!"
"I was protecting what was mine!" he roared, realising his words resonated a grain of truth he wasn't ready to face. Mara's eyes widened a fraction.
He forged on in false ignorance. "The blood priestess is the key to granting me the power of foresight. If she dies, then we will lose everything. Our time and effort — all those deaths — would be wasted. You're overthinking, Mara."
"If that's what you believe, because I hope that's what she's truly here for," she cautioned, rising to her feet. "I won't tolerate her taking my place, Zagan, not after all the years I stood by you."
He fixed her an impatient look. "We may share our blood and bodies, but I have no obligation towards you. We agreed from the start — no attachments. Don't get ahead of yourself, Mara. I don't love you and I won't marry unless it's to further my ambition. Understand that you will never be one of those candidates."
Mara felt his words like a stab in the chest, unknown resentment welling deep inside. How dare he utter such cruel words when she had supported him throughout the decades? They were lovers to be sure, but her devotion was one-sided. Intuitively, she'd always known how he felt, however, to hear it from his lips made everything seemed final.
"Now that we've cleared this misunderstanding, it's time we left. I have work to do." Zagan shifted his attention to Kobal, who was studying him with an implacable expression. He didn't want to know what he was thinking. "If you prefer to stay and finish your meal, I won't stop you. I'm returning to the castle and I'm taking Akila and Balan with me." With those parting words, he left them alone.
Kobal was a portrait of calm as his gaze rested upon the crestfallen demoness. "You'll lose this battle if you don't choose your words or weapons wisely."
"I don't need a clown like you to tell me what I already know," she snapped irritably, adjusting her crooked bodice.
He smirked unkindly, hating her guts as usual. "Then I won't sugar coat the fact that Zagan may very well be taken by this human."
"Not if I can help it."
"You're a demoness of wraith," he remarked tonelessly. "What does a vengeful creature like you understand about the purity of a young girl's heart? Don't doubt the power of innocence. The light she carries will attract the darkness within him. What you offer is the same darkness that cannot help Zagan."
Mara's brows furrowed with suspicion. "You sound as if you want this human to change Zagan. Have you forgotten that demons cannot love? Why do you think that she can change him when I couldn't? Why are you defending a human?"
"I'm not defending her," he argued reasonably. "The female is already proving my claim through Zagan's every action. And I believe you're wrong to say that you've tried when all you've ever done was scheme and plot. You're selfish, vain, and manipulative whereas the little Valkyrie is your complete antithesis. You're cold while she's warm. That's why I say you've already lost."
"You're wrong," she insisted vehemently, refusing to lose to a human. "Even if she can change him, Zagan will never allow his emotions to hinder our dream. That's the only goal he has been living for until today. He's not stupid to throw it all away for love."
"You may be surprised. Change takes time and whose to say it's not already happening? Surely you're not that blindsided."
She clenched her fists tightly, claws digging into her palms. "I've always hated this side of you. As a demon of humor, you're not funny at all."
"And you're not willing to face the truth," he rebuked, straightening his form. "I have nothing more to say. If you're too stubborn to heed my words, then it's your cross to bear when the time comes. Just don't say that I never warned you."
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