The Devil's Cursed Witch

With her body facing down, she was thinking of burying herself into the comforts of her pillow when all of a sudden, she was flipped on her back to face the devil. His red eyes clearly gave out his dangerous intentions, looking about ready to devour her again.. She glanced at the devil settled between her parted legs and his erect manhood still drenched in her wetness--and for a moment, that length looked more dangerous and threatening than before.

"Draven..."

"Don't even think about resting," he warned, sensing her intentions.

"I am tired--"

"But I am not," he growled.

The next moment, she let out a shocked cry as he plunged inside her without a warning, his hands holding her folded legs to keep them apart. His muscled body covered in sweat was relentless as he pounded into her, his red eyes watching the alluring expression of her face, especially her partially opened mouth letting out seductive moans as her hips attempted to match his thrusts.

"D-Draven...slow down...ahhh....You're going to make me--mmphf!

He kissed her roughly, cutting her off, and burying those wild moans of hers down her throat.

His hands held hers and pressed them on the side of the mattress, taking complete control over her, not leaving any space for her to resist. He continued pounding her like a beast, his pace growing faster and faster as if he could not have enough of her no matter how much he did it.

She gave up resisting and simply let go of her inhibitions, her sweaty body responding to him as pleasure began to build inside her again. Muffled moans once more found their way out of her throat. She could not believe that just a while ago she felt like dying with exhaustion, yet now she was reacting to this man with the same earnestness he was giving her.

As he slightly pulled his head away, Draven's red eyes welcomed the beautiful sight of her well-ravaged lips, and her misty eyes drowned in passion and lust was enough to drive his inner beast into another rampage. Those swollen lips of hers looked so enticing that for a moment, he wondered how  it would feel to have her small mouth pleasure him and take all of him inside that warm mouth down her throat. Simply the thought of it was maddening and made him pound her harder and faster.

That seductive mouth of her opened as she tried to form a coherent sentence.

"...about to...I'm about to--"

'Not yet.'

Not feeling it was enough, Draven let go of her hands and moved back to sit, and as he pulled her body up to straddle on top of him. Not a single sound of protest came from her, only another surprised sound followed by a lewd cry as their new position buried him so deep inside her, she could feel almost his throbbing manhood reaching deep inside her. He had filled her up so thoroughly her mind had blanked. All she knew was pleasure, and let nature take its course.

As she let him toy with her the way he wished, her own body moved to adapt to his--she circled her hands around his neck and her legs straddled his waist, her hips moving up and down to heighten the pleasure they both felt.

Her haze-covered eyes looked into those intense ones as she leaned in to kiss him. She didn't know what's gotten into her but she did it and felt him smirk before reciprocating her kiss. His hands held her bottom, digging his fingers into that soft flesh, helping her move up and down consistently with his movements, keeping control of the pace of his manhood invading her depths.

With a few final thrust and animalistic grunt, Draven emptied himself inside of her as she too reached ecstasy, the pair of mates finding  their releases together. Ember's sweaty messy body once again limped over his as she buried her face in the crook of his neck, her ragged breathing brushing against his sweaty skin.

Draven hugged her tightly, enjoying every bit of his release inside her as he had his eyes shut tightly, inhaling her aroused scent while nuzzling into her messy hair.

​ He had never felt this good, not even on the night of the full moon when they shared their first intimacy.

Back then, he only let his primal instinct take over him, and it was a kind of satisfaction one would get after eating a full meal after a period of starvation. It was different from what they shared tonight. This intimacy where she gave herself to him without holding back, knowing this was something she wanted...it told him he was desired by choice and not out of need.

For this frail human mate of his to trust her entire being to him, for her to allow him control over her body, it made him feel a strange warmth inside his chest.

Being able to hold her like this, being able to drown in this sweet scent of hers, it made him feel alive. Yes, he was alive. After thousands of years of merely living for the sake of surviving, like a cloud drifting without direction, he felt himself find a purpose, an anchor, and that was his mate.

His mate, his Ember, she was everything to him.

His arms tightened around her, assuring him she was his and she was with him. A reminder that he would never let her go of her no matter what.

Draven gently placed her back on the mattress. Her tired body messy with sweat, she didn't even have the energy  to open her eyes. He pulled out of her slowly, making her flinch and whine a little and saw his own body fluid gushing out of her swollen wet folds. It was an extremely satisfying sight, and he knew this would not be the first nor the last that he would fill her up to the brim to the point she would overflow.

It made his manhood throb again and the plan to let her rest disappeared in thin air. He leaned down to nibble on her lips and she opened her eyes in shock. Her eyes were wide in disbelief, silently telling him to be reasonable, that surely he was not planning to do it again.

"I made another promise--to make you regret your actions--and I am yet to make good of that."

Her exhausted body trembled under the gaze of the dangerous predator ready to play with his prey again and again.

"D-Draven...you can't be seriously--"

But the rest of her protest was buried inside her mouth as the devil executed the plan of devouring her again, and that chamber continued to be filled by the echoes of her cries, until the owner of that pitiful voice passed out from the devil's wicked hunt.