Lirien woke to the sensation of warm, smooth silk against her bare skin and the heavy, possessive weight of an arm draped across her waist. For a brief, disoriented moment, she thought she was back in her tiny apartment in the human world — until the memories crashed over her like a tidal wave.
The summoning. The binding. The altar. The citadel. And Valthorax… claiming her twice in one night with a hunger that felt both cruel and addictive.
Her body ached in the most intimate places — a deep, satisfied soreness between her thighs, her nipples still tender from his mouth and claws. Yet the binding hummed warmly inside her, turning even that discomfort into a low thrum of lingering pleasure. She shifted slightly, and a soft, involuntary moan escaped her lips as the movement caused a fresh trickle of their combined release to slip from her.
A deep, velvety chuckle rumbled behind her. "Awake already, little slave? I expected you to sleep longer after how thoroughly I ruined you."
Valthorax's voice was morning-rough, laced with dark amusement. His massive frame spooned her from behind, his obsidian chest pressed flush against her back, one thick thigh draped over her legs, trapping her possessively. She could feel the heavy, semi-hard length of his cock nestled against the curve of her ass, already twitching with renewed interest at her slightest movement.
Lirien's cheeks burned. She tried to wriggle away, but his arm tightened like iron. "Let me go," she muttered, voice hoarse from screaming his name the night before.
"Never," he replied simply, nuzzling the side of her neck with surprising gentleness. His sharp fangs grazed her skin without breaking it, sending sparks racing down her spine. "You are bound to me for eternity. Running is pointless… especially when your body begs for more."
As if to prove his point, one large clawed hand slid down her stomach and between her thighs. His fingers parted her slick folds with ease, finding her already wet again. He circled her swollen clit lazily, drawing a gasp from her.
"See?" he murmured against her ear. "Still dripping with my seed, yet your greedy little cunt weeps for another filling. The bond is working beautifully."
Lirien bit her lip hard, fighting the moan rising in her throat. "This isn't real desire. It's your magic forcing me."
Valthorax hummed thoughtfully and pushed two thick fingers inside her without warning. She arched with a sharp cry as he curled them expertly against that sensitive spot deep within. "Is it? Or is it simply removing the lies you tell yourself?" He pumped slowly, deliberately, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet chamber. "Tell me honestly, Lirien… did you hate every second I was buried inside you last night?"
She couldn't answer. Her hips rocked back against his hand despite herself, chasing the building pleasure. The binding amplified every sensation — making her clit throb and her walls flutter greedily around his invading fingers.
Valthorax withdrew his hand suddenly, leaving her empty and aching. Before she could protest, he rolled her onto her back and loomed over her, crimson eyes glowing with hunger. "Bath first," he decided. "You are covered in the evidence of your submission. Then… we continue your training."
He lifted her effortlessly into his arms again, carrying her through a side archway into an attached bathing chamber that took her breath away. A massive pool of steaming water filled the center, fed by a cascading waterfall of liquid that shimmered with faint magic. Black marble veined with glowing red lines surrounded it, and floating orbs of soft crimson light hovered above, casting intimate illumination.
Valthorax stepped into the pool still holding her, the water rising to his chest as he lowered them both in. The heat soothed her sore muscles instantly, but the magic in the water made her skin tingle with heightened sensitivity. He settled her between his powerful thighs, her back against his broad chest, his hardening cock pressing insistently against the small of her back.
Strong hands began washing her — not gently, but with deliberate thoroughness. He lathered a scented oil over her breasts, thumbs circling her nipples until they pebbled tightly. Then lower, between her legs, cleaning away the remnants of last night while teasing her clit and entrance until she was panting and squirming.
"Valthorax…" she whispered, half plea, half protest.
"Master," he corrected, nipping her shoulder. "You will call me Master when I am buried inside you or pleasuring this sweet body. Say it."
She shook her head stubbornly, even as her hips rolled against his exploring fingers.
He chuckled darkly and positioned her so she straddled one of his thick thighs, facing away from him. "Ride it then, defiant one. Show me how much you need release."
Lirien hesitated only a moment before shamefully rocking her hips, grinding her slick pussy along the hard muscle of his thigh. The friction was perfect against her clit, and the water made everything slippery and intense. Valthorax's hands guided her, one on her hip, the other reaching around to pinch and roll her nipples.
"That's it," he growled in approval. "Use your Master's body to chase your pleasure like the eager little slave you are."
Her movements grew faster, more desperate. Pleasure coiled tight and hot in her core. Just as she neared the edge, Valthorax lifted her slightly and impaled her slowly onto his now fully hard cock from behind.
The stretch was breathtaking. She sank down inch by thick inch until she was seated fully in his lap, filled completely. A broken moan tore from her throat.
"Ride me properly now," he commanded, voice rough with lust. His hands gripped her hips, guiding her up and down his massive length. "Take every inch and milk your Lord's cock."
Lirien obeyed, lost in the overwhelming sensations. She rose and fell, the water splashing around them with each movement. The angle allowed him to hit deep, grinding against that perfect spot inside her with every downward thrust. His claws pricked her hips possessively, leaving faint red marks that only heightened her arousal.
"Look at you," he groaned, one hand sliding up to wrap lightly around her throat — not squeezing, just holding her in place as he thrust up to meet her. "So beautiful when you're stuffed full of demon cock. Your tight walls are fluttering already. Come for me, Lirien. Come and feed me your power."
The orgasm hit her like a storm. She cried out sharply, her pussy clenching rhythmically around him as waves of ecstasy crashed through her. Golden sparks of magic visibly flowed from her body into Valthorax's chest, making his runes glow brighter than before.
He roared in pleasure, slamming up into her a final few times before flooding her depths once more with thick, hot seed. The magical release triggered another smaller climax in her, leaving her trembling and boneless against his chest.
They stayed locked together in the water for long minutes, his cock still twitching inside her as the bond strengthened further. Lirien felt something new stir within — a faint spark of power, warm and ancient, awakening in her core. It wasn't much yet, but it was there. A fragment of his essence now lived inside her.
Valthorax pressed a surprisingly tender kiss to her damp hair. "You are beginning to awaken, my eternal slave. Soon, you will wield shadows and fire as easily as you spread your legs for me."
Lirien wanted to argue, to push him away. Instead, she whispered hoarsely, "This… changes nothing. I still hate what you've done to me."
He laughed softly, the sound rich and dangerous. "Hate me all you wish, little one. Your body already loves its Master. In time, your heart will follow."
As they lingered in the bathing pool, the first hints of true power flickering through Lirien's veins, she realized with a mix of terror and dark excitement that resisting Valthorax might be far more difficult — and far more pleasurable — than she had ever imagined.