Текст книги "Prince of Demons"

Автор книги: Nora Ash

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35

Kesh

Hell. Such a contrite name for a brothel servicing demons, and yet, it managed to encapsulate the atmosphere perfectly.

The smell of sex and tears was heavy in the air as Kesh pushed his way through the door of Jimmy’s establishment, the groan of the hinges momentarily drowning out the female cries from within and the wet slapping of flesh on flesh.

A minor demon sat behind a desk in the makeshift reception area. He looked up, a service-minded smile on his face that quickly morphed into abject horror.

“Your Highness!” He got to his feet so fast, his chair fell backward with a loud clang. “T-this is such an honor! W-what can I do for you, my lord?”

“I’m here for Jimmy.” Kesh didn’t spare him a second glance. He strode past the desk and toward the main office, through an doorway hung with blue curtains which separated the narrow hallway from the four-by-eight rooms containing chained-up women, several in the process of being used by Hell’s clientele.

He’d been here once prior, before he became a prince. Not as a client, but to settle a contract dispute on a girl. He hadn’t thought much of it at the time—it’d been a minor annoyance in his busy schedule, nothing more. Now, though, as he passed stall after stall, the thought that Georgia almost ended up here made the tormented cries of females speared on demon cocks cause bile to rise in his throat. She’d been foolish, bargaining herself for her brother, and she had only narrowly escaped her fate. If the goon who’d brought her to him hadn’t rescued her, he’d never even have realized she existed. Wouldn’t have known to come save her.

Anger bubbled in his veins and thrummed in his temples as he pushed past the stalls to the door at the end. He wasn’t going to knock, but before he could kick it in, the door opened, revealing the same goon who’d brought Georgia to him.

He was missing an eye, but the good one widened in shock at Kesh’s appearance.

“Y-your Highness,” he stammered, swiftly stepping aside. “Jimmy, it’s⁠—”

“Prince Kesh!” The heavy-set demon in a pin-striped suit at the desk inside got to his feet with surprising agility, a servile smile plastered on his punchable face. “What an incredible honor! Loyt, fetch the bottle of 1973 sherry from the vault. The one flavored with divine tears.”

Another demon of the same stature as the man who’d brought him Georgia—also with a missing eye—moved toward a back door.

“I’m not here for a social call.” Kesh didn’t so much as glance at the two goons, his gaze locked on the pimp’s as he ordered, “Get out and stay out. This is a private matter.”

They obeyed without a second’s hesitation, not waiting for confirmation from their boss.

Jimmy hid his obvious annoyance with another smile. “A lowly businessman has a private matter with the Prince of Demons? I am most flattered, my lord, but I am uncertain to what this matter could possibly pertain?”

“Don’t try me,” Kesh growled. “I don’t have patience for your bullshit. You tried to whore a Breeder. A Breeder. I should cut your head off and mount it as a warning to anyone else who ever gets the idea that they can desecrate our most sacred, most valuable assets!”

The pimp’s smile tightened. “I’m sure I don’t know what yo—ghh!” His attempt to feign ignorance was cut off with a wet gargle when Kesh snatched him by the throat and squeezed. Snarling, he lifted the heavy demon up by his neck and brought him to within an inch of his face.

“I specifically recall telling you I have no patience for bullshit. Lie to me one more time, and you will spend the next three months having your ass whored far more brutally than anything that’s ever been done to any of your human sex dolls’ cunts. Do you understand me?”

Jimmy managed another gargling sound, but from the look of panic in his beady eyes, it was a rattle of confirmation.

Fighting back the urge to squeeze just a little harder and snap the miserable fuck’s neck, Kesh released his grip with a warning growl.

Jimmy stumbled backwards, clutching at his throat. He fell against the desk, gasping for air.

“You not only tried to whore the Breeder—you took out a contract on her.” Despite the fury and murder-lust pounding in his veins, Kesh kept his voice low and even. The threat in it was still clear. “You know the punishment for harming a Breeder is death—slow, painful death.”

“My lord, she wasn’t harmed,” Jimmy wheezed. “The girl was desperate. She bargained herself before my associate even knew what she was. I swear to you, it was my intent that she be treated most respectfully and live a life of luxury and pleasure. I even ringed her, at great expense! Now, did I… circumvent the rules by accepting her into my employ? One could argue as much, but I never intended harm to befall the precious little⁠—”

“Enough!” Dark power erupted out of Kesh’s palms, shattering the table beneath the other demon. He stumbled backwards, but managed to stay on his feet, sweat beading on his forehead as Kesh stalked forward and snatched him by the throat again. Instead of pressing on his windpipe this time, he dug his claws into his sweaty neck flesh, drawing acid-green blood. “Every word out of your mouth makes me want to feed you your own teeth!”

“A-apologies, my lord,” Jimmy rasped, but despite the subservient tone, Kesh saw the calculating expression in his eyes. “How can I atone? Surely, there is something I can offer the Prince of Demons in return for his mercy. Or, I suspect, I would already be dead, no…?”

Kesh narrowed his eyes to slits, his claws digging in a little deeper. Jimmy winced but kept quiet. The shrewd fuck knew how to play the game all too well. “Her contract. As you are well aware, unless she’s the one killing you, her contract will simply pass to your beneficiary upon your death. So I will make you a onetime offer: resolve her contract immediately, and you will survive your punishment. Resist, and you will die screaming as your own men fuck your entrails out of your bloodied, gaping asshole, and I will make your beneficiary the same offer. Do we have an agreement?”

“Your Highness drives a convincing bargain,” Jimmy rasped. “Ah, may I enquire as to what my punishment will be if—when—I comply? Surely, full cooperation will grant some leniency⁠—?”

“You will live. That is all you need to know.” Kesh released him from his grip once more and folded his arms across his chest, his magic billowing around him, itching for violence. The cries from the whores still rang through the warehouse, making the image of Georgia strapped down in one of the claustrophobic booths dance for his inner eye. He may have to let the pimp live, for now, but his punishment… Kesh was going to enjoy it.

“Right… right.” Jimmy rubbed at his neck, his acid blood coloring his fingers. “I’ll fetch the contract now.”

“You do that.” Kesh watched with narrowed eyes as he scarpered into the adjoining back room.

“It’ll just be a moment!” Jimmy called out from the backroom. The sounds of a filing cabinet getting yanked open and frantically rifled through followed.

The sharp sound of his phone’s ringtone made Kesh momentarily shift his focus from the pimp. He frowned when his father’s number showed on the display.

What in the world…? He never ca⁠—

Icy dread shot through his veins when he realized that the only reason his father had for calling him was if there was a problem with… with Georgia!

“What?” he snapped the second his thumb swiped over the answer-button. “Is she alright?”

“There’s been an attack. The goddess from Maine. She was here. She touched the Breeder⁠—”

Everything inside Kesh went tight. Painful. There was nothing in existence but fear so powerful he didn’t know how he would be able to breathe. But he did. For her.

“I’m coming.”

Letting contract be contract, Kesh stormed out of Jimmy’s office, out of Hell, his only thought that if Georgia was hurt, nothing would matter ever again.

36

Kesh

It was obvious when he arrived at his apartment tower that his men were oblivious to any divine attack. They jerked to attention when he pulled up on his motorbike, threw it on the curb, and ran toward the entrance. Toward Georgia.

“Your Highness, what⁠—?”

“Call Mallorn,” Kesh snarled as he stormed past the guards. “Tell him to get here immediately.” Whatever that goddess had done to Georgia, she would pay. He needed his Second by his side to ensure she didn’t escape the city while he tended to the Breeder

He burst out of the elevator and into his front hall three minutes later, heart in his throat. “Georgia! Georgia!”

A muffled scream sounded from deeper in the apartment, followed by a heavy thud, and then nails clawing frantically at wood. He skidded around the corner—and found his father sitting on the floor in front of his bedroom, leaning heavily against the closed door. Another thud vibrated the wood against his back.

“What on Earth are you⁠—?”

“Kesh! Kesh, help me! Oh God, please, help me!”

His voice died when Georgia’s desperate cries made it through the closed door his father was physically barricading. “What are you doing? Get out of the way, she needs help!” He stepped forward, intent on the door, but his father’s magic gripped him, holding him in place.

“Wait—”

Absolute fury exploded in his brain. For the first time in his life, there was no fear at the thought of confronting his father, no concern about pushing him too far. All he registered was that the other demon was trying to stop him from coming to Georgia’s aid. A roar ripped from his throat, and black, dense power exploded out of his body.

Kirigan’s magic hold on him shattered like glass, the blast wave blowing through the door behind him and knocking him out of the way.

Georgia, who’d been behind the door, stumbled backwards and landed heavily on her ass with a cry. Her dress was torn to shreds, her hair wild, and her skin flushed pink.

“Shit!” Kesh leapt over his father and crouched by her side, carefully cradling her head as he eased her back upright. “Where does it hurt, little one?”

“Kesh—she resisted my magic. I tried to contain her with magic, but she shrugged off my bindings as if they were nothing. She’s Pure.”

“What?” He’d barely registered his father’s caution when Georgia dug her nails into his arms—and her scent hit him square in the nostrils.

Heat.

“Please… please, it hurts, I need you!”

Her voice was raspy and raw from screaming, but still perfectly modulated to hit every primitive, male part of his brain. Her eyes were hazy, her blunt nails drawing white lines on his skin as she clawed at him to get closer. And her smell…

He buried his nose in her neck and inhaled, all thoughts of a goddess and danger and war vanishing in the fog of lust roaring up from his pelvis and digging deep into his brain stem.

“Shh, I’m here. I’ll make it stop hurting now.” His voice was a coo.

Georgia mewled in response, unshed tears of relief shining in her beautiful blue eyes. “You’ll make it stop?”

“I will,” he promised, thumb stroking her cheek. He got to his feet and lifted her into his arms with ease, and carried her to the bed.

She got to her knees the second he put her down, cheek pressed to the mattress, ass up. “Please…!”

“Good girl.” Kesh pushed up her tattered silk skirt and cupped her smoldering pussy from behind. Her pulse drummed against his palm, heavy and fast, the rhythm transferring to his own, aching cock. She whined at his touch and pressed down to rub herself against his fingers. Thick, viscous liquid pooled in his palm, the scent of cunt and heat so heavy in the air his vision blurred.

“Kesh!” Her whine turned sharp, the demand clear as she pushed herself back on his hand, rhythmically rubbing against it.

“I know—I’ve got you, love.” Freeing his cock from the painful confines of his zip, he knelt up behind her and pushed her further forward, greedy eyes raking over the hot, pulsing flesh of her upturned pussy.

Her labia were thick and swollen, bright pink amidst dark, matted pubic hair, and eagerly revealing her tiny opening twitching with every rapid beat of her heart. And there, like a shimmering jewel, was the perpetrator of her desperate state; the vicious metal band around her clit cruelly twisted so tightly, the sensitive pearl had turned nearly purple and thrice its natural size.

A snarl ripped from his throat at the sight of her abuse, but it sounded like it came through water—from another plane of existence, where he was capable of rage. Here, now—all he knew was that hot, aching need to sate his female’s torment.

Drawn in by the need to soothe, he bent down, buried his face in her wet pussy, and carefully sucked her clit in between his lips.

Georgia yipped, her entire body shuddering in response. More liquid rushed from her core, the scent filling his nostrils.

Stars above. His entire being was already laser-focused on her desperate need, but the flood of her pheromones directly into his nose short-circuited his brain entirely. Groaning, he sucked her clit as gently as he could while she whined and rode his face, entirely focused on the dark magic’s demand for orgasm, despite how painful the stimulation had to be.

When she finally came, it was with a cry and another gush of liquid that coated his face and made stars dance for his eyes.

“Kesh… Kesh, please...” Still panting from her release, she looked at him over her shoulder as he straightened back up, and the naked plea in her eyes clenched his heart as much as it made his dick throb. “I need you inside.”

“I need to be inside you, too, love,” he rumbled, wiping her liquids off his face before grabbing her hips. Her flesh felt perfect in his hands, as if she were made to fit in his grip.

Georgia keened as if in agreement, and arched her back, thrusting that perfect, swollen pussy up in renewed invitation.

“Shit, you’re so tight,” he groaned, spreading her entrance with his thumbs, testing its give. Even if he’d been capable of going slow with the scent of her heat melting his brain, this would still be painful for her.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he rasped, gaze trained on that glistening opening spreading with the pull of his thumbs. “Fuck, Georgia, you need to be trained for this, learn to open…”

“I don’t care! Just fucking… fuck me! Right fucking now!”

He let out a surprised grunt at her furious snarl. Gone was the meek, subservient Breeder pleading for relief, replaced in the blink of an eye with a wild female with fire in her eyes and blunt teeth bared in threat.

Snarling, she tried to spin around, fingers curled as if they were claws, undoubtedly to rip at him. He kept his grip on her hips and yanked hard, sending her face first back into the mattress.

“You want it to hurt?” he snarled. “Let me prepare you⁠—”

Dull pain from where her foot impacted with his knee cut him off.

“I don’t need preparation! Are you fucking slow? I need your dick! Inside me! Right fucking now! I don’t care if it hurts, I don’t care if it splits me in two! Fuck. Me!” She tried to kick him again, and when he released her hips to grab her ankles, she thrashed like a wild animal, spitting and snarling in her efforts to turn around and rip him to shreds.

He’d never been so turned on in his entire, miserable existence.

Snarling, Kesh threw himself down on top of her, pinning her to the mattress with his weight. “Lie still! You want to be fucked? I’ll fuck you until you plead for me to stop. Is that what you want? Is that what you need?”

“Yes! Yes, fuck, that’s what I need!” Her soft, sweat-slickened body pressed up against him, warm and perfect and desperately trying to angle her ass to capture his cock between her straining thighs. “Kesh, I need you to make it hurt! I need you to fuck me until it stops!” Her efforts finally paid off, and she managed to trap his dick at the apex of her thighs. She let out a high-pitched keening and pressed back hard.

“Fuck!” Kesh grabbed her by the hips, stilling her attempt at splitting herself open on his cock, even though all he wanted to do was to follow through. His entire being pulsed in rhythm with that wet little opening pressing against the head of his cock, eagerly trying to swallow the tip, and it took everything he had—every memory of her vulnerable and frightened cowering on the floor for him to not give in and penetrate her with reckless abandon.

It wasn’t helped by her whining, pleading sobs for him to ‘just do it!’

“Shh. Breathe, love. A nice, deep one for me,” he rumbled, stroking her bucking hips with his thumbs while ensuring she couldn’t push back further.

Georgia obeyed shakily, compelled by the rough dominance in his voice. Once she exhaled, Kesh pushed forward, pressing his thick cock head to her trembling opening.

“Ah!” Despite the twang of pain in her voice, the horny little Breeder arched her back in an effort to help him in, pushing back against his force.

“Calm down, relax your pelvis. That’s it, good girl.” Her opening softened against him, her muscles relaxing just enough to let him press his head in to the rim, his ridges catching against her taut sheath.

“Ah, shit!” Her voice pitched to a whine, her body stiffening underneath him as the physical reality of submitting to a demon lord set in.

“You’re okay. I’ve got you, love. Just breathe.” Kesh drew in a deep, steadying breath too, forcing his mind from the first kiss of her wet inners to the tightness of her opening; the care he had to exert to enter her without damage. Georgia had yet to birth a child, and he hadn’t had the chance to prepare her the way she would have been prepared, had this been her mating night.

“There’s gonna be more pressure now, and then you’ll feel my ridges. It’ll hurt at first, but I promise, I won’t go deeper until you’re ready. Okay?”

Another whine, this time pleading. If she hadn’t had her ring twisted, he may have been fooled into thinking she was begging for mercy, but the way she kept her ass pressed back against him showed the truth. She was pleading for him to just do it already.

“I know. But I’m not gonna rip you apart no matter how much you beg, so just breathe. Relax your pelvic floor. That’s it, good girl… fuck! Breathe…” Anchoring himself with his grip on her hips, Kesh slowly pushed inward, timing the movement with her deep exhale. At the end of her breath, he eased off, only to increase the pressure when she exhaled again.

For five, agonizingly slow breaths, he slowly coaxed her pussy wider… wider… until finally⁠—

“Shit! Fucking stars!” Wet, tight heat snapped shut around his full cock head, squeezing hard on his ridges. Blinding light sliced through his brain, brilliant and all-consuming. It was only Georgia’s pained scream that kept him from following through on the instincts urging him to slam in to the hilt, to bury himself in the source of life itself.

“Breathe, breathe!” He growled the mantra as much to himself as to her, forcing air littered with her pheromones deep into his lungs.

“H-hurts! I want more!” she whined, body trembling in his grip, as if she didn’t know whether to press harder back against him, or crawl forward to escape.

“I know, I know… I want more, too. Fuck, you feel so good,” Kesh moaned, pressing his face into her wild hair. He wasn’t going to be able to hold back for much longer. Every frantic pulse of her wet flesh against his sensitive ridges clawed at his fraying self-control, thoughts of finally uniting his flesh with hers pounding in his brain.

But his little female needed him to ease her into full submission.

Groaning, he reached beneath her and found her swollen clit with his thumb.

“Ah!” She yelped and jumped at the first brush of contact, but quickly pressed her mound to his palm in search of more stimulation.

“Yes, yes… Oh, God…!”

Anger itched at the edges of his conscience at her continual tendency to invoke divinity, but instead of punishing her pussy for it like every throbbing urge screamed to do, he channeled it into iron control of every movement, ensuring he didn’t break her.

Slowly, firmly, he massaged her metal-encircled nub of nerves, forcing her focus to the intense sensation of stimulation and away from the hard pressure of his cock head inside her.

She mewled beneath him; groaned and panted—and soon, her pussy’s death grip softened ever so slightly. Enough that he could finally push deeper.

“Fuck!” His roar overlaid hers as sharp sensation fired through his ridges and shaft. Everything was wet, tight, almost painful bliss. Mindlessly, he pushed against her pussy’s resistance, slowly but mercilessly pressing his hips to her ass. Conquering her completely.

Through the roar of blood in his ears, he heard Georgia scream.

“Georgia… Oh, fuck, Georgia… Tell me you want this… Please, fuck, tell me… tell me you need me.” There was no power in this world strong enough to make him pull out. All he could do, all he could offer his little female, was to use the last vestiges of his crumbling willpower to hold himself perfectly still inside her while he rubbed her clit and allowed her channel to get used to his presence.

“Kesh! Kesh!” The frantic sound of her whines shuddered through him, but she kept her ass glued to his pelvis, her rapid heartbeat echoing from her pussy and into his cock from their joining with every circle he rubbed on her clit.

And then, finally, like the most beautiful music, came his redemption:

“I need you! I want you! Don’t stop! Please, don’t stop!”

He let out a groan from the depths of his being, relief shuddering through every cell—and then burning to ash as he finally released the all-consuming fire of need.

The first thrust was painful for them both, and yet, nothing had ever felt as perfect.

Her cry raked goosebumps down his back. He buried his face in her sweaty hair and pulled her to his chest with one arm. “I won’t hurt you. Trust me. Please, trust me. I need you so much. So fucking much. You’re mine.” The words spilled from his lips like a prayer, barely registering in his consciousness. In those moments, he was nothing but instinct and need.

He thrust again, and she took him. Encompassed every inch, every aching, needy molecule. And again. And again. Her cries turned throaty, her pussy’s painful grip easing a little more for him each time his cock head kissed her cervix. Her body was adjusting to him—molding itself to fit him, to take him.

Primal satisfaction rushed through him, making him clutch her harder. Even her body knew the undeniable truth: she was his. Only his.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop!”

As if he could have, even if he’d wanted to.

“You need it harder? You want me to fuck that greedy pussy raw?” His voice was rough, deep—clawing its way up from the most primitive parts of his being. He raised up high on his knees to grasp her hips.

Her immediate response was to arch her back in wanton submission that drew fire up his spine. “Yes! Fuck yes, harder! Please, I need you harder! Don’t. Stop!”

“I’ll give you harder, my love. I’ll give you everything you need—whether you want it or not.” He dug his fingers dug deep into her flesh, ensuring she couldn’t get away—and then, finally, he unleashed.

Georgia’s screams pierced through his snarls of pleasure and the wet, continuous thwacking of his hips pounding against her ass and stretched labia. There was no holding back, no mercy—just the tight, blissful squeeze of his female’s pussy learning to take him exactly like it was made to do.

She bucked in his grasp, cursed his name into the ground, and beat her fists against the mattress, but there was no escape.

Not that she wanted to escape, not truly. As much as she protested, as much as she fought him like the fierce little warrior he knew she was meant to be, her pussy remained upturned, swallowing him eagerly all the way to the root over, and over, and over again.

He lost all sense of time; all sense of anything that wasn’t her—them. The only sense of moments passing came when her pussy began to convulse around him, and he knew it was it.

With a roar, he pushed her face into the mattress, raised up on his hands above her, and put the full force of his weight into his thrust.

She keened in desperation, but it wasn’t from pain. A lesser woman would have shattered her pelvis, but Georgia was anything but frail. She was a Breeder, his Breeder, and she could take him. All of him.

“Kesh! Kesh, I’m gonna…!”

She clenched on his cock so hard he saw stars.

“F-fuck!” The curse shuddered out of his throat, and he barely managed to keep upright. When her pussy erupted in a series of wet spasms, and her keens turned to a sultry cry of release, there was nothing more he could do.

Pleasure erupted out of him in a hot spray.

His destructive magic followed suit, bursting into her with violence he could do nothing to stem.

“NO! NO, what have you done?!”