The Binding - Bred by a Demon (Rough Reluctant Monster Breeding Erotica) (3 page)

He pulled her hair so her head was
forced back, and he leaned over her to speak in her ear. “I'm going to fill you
with my seed.” Nthar growled wickedly. He teased her with his fingers as Leah
tried in vain to pull away. "Don't worry. You're going to enjoy
this."

She groaned as his circling finger sent
ripples of pleasure through her traitorous body. He kept going, finding a
rhythm - relentlessly teasing her clit then stroking her folds in turn. His
fingers almost, but not quite entering her.

Leah began to gasp and pant, her breath
hitching and her hips beginning to move of their own accord. She'd never felt
such sensations! Every time his fingers explored her she froze in anticipation,
wondering if he would finally thrust them inside. Her body was so alight with
desire that she almost wanted it.

 Why had no one ever told her it felt
so good to be touched like this? She never would have waited so long, had she
known. And now instead, her virtue would be taken by this monster. This
animalistic demon who could take her control away completely, and make her feel
so... so
wickedly
good even as he robbed her of her innocence.

He seemed to be delighting in her
torment, of course, taking his time so as to draw out her suffering.

Finally he pulled back, letting her
hair go, and she gasped at the sudden absence of sensation. He gave her a
warning push as if to tell her to stay down. She did - supported on her elbows,
her eyes clenched shut as he ran his fingers up and down her back, massaged her
ass firmly in his great hands, and then gripped her hips firmly.

She tensed up all over again, alarmed.
What was he doing? She sensed him bend down, and suddenly his tongue was on
her, hot and wet on the back of her thigh. She jerked sharply, and he growled
and tightened his hold on her hips, his claws pricking into her.

All she could do was whimper as he
trailed his long tongue over her, finally reaching her sex. He spread her with
his hands, and she felt him lightly lick her - running his tongue along her
slit and tasting her juices. He made a purring moan of pleasure, and Leah
half-sobbed, half moaned as his tongue delved deep inside her folds.

As he explored, licking and sucking,
her breath began to quicken again. She cursed him - and cursed herself - under
her breath as his tongue found her clit and shivers of intense sensation jolted
through her body.

He purred against her skin, his hot
breath and his tongue teasing her, and she sensed it was bringing her closer
and closer to some unknown edge. He seemed to be delighting in this - whether
enjoying her pleasure, her torment or both, she no longer knew.

She threw back her head, crying out.
"No... please." She breathed, hopelessly.

He ignored her, instead thrusting his
tongue inside her. Curling it against her inner walls and evoking a deep aching
bliss. Leah moaned in protest, knowing she was about to hit that peak, about to
go over the edge...

His tongue moved inside her, then he
withdrew, only to begin lapping at her clit. Suddenly, she felt her body tense.
She cried out as an intense climax roared through her, rocking her hips and
pushing back against him, seeking more of his wicked tongue. Not caring anymore
who he was or what he was doing. She just needed more of him.

Tremors went through her and she shook
in his grip. As her pleasure began to ebb he stopped licking her. She let her
forehead drop to the floor, panting hard as she caught her breath.

But he didn't let her rest. He knelt
back up, pushing against her body and bending over her once more. She suddenly
felt his arousal pressing against her, hot and hard. She lifted her head, panic
rushing back as he whispered to her.

"I told you it would be
pleasurable."

She could say nothing - still breathing
heavily, she only whimpered and quivered in his hands.

He chuckled, and pulled back, and she
suddenly felt him pressing against her entrance. She wondered vaguely how much
it would hurt. Whether he would tear her in two. He was so big - how would he
possibly fit?

Shivers ran through her as he rubbed
his member against her sensitive, wet sex. He made that appreciative purring
moan, and despite herself Leah felt a slight thrill. He was so hard, throbbing
perceptibly against her skin. He wanted her.

"Oh, yes." He said, and she
gasped as he rubbed the head of his cock over her clit, teasing. "I want
you, my delightful little witch." His voice had roughened and he was
breathing heavily, as he stroked her rhythmically up and down." And I
take
what I want."

She felt him at her entrance, and
before she had time to protest again he thrust in, hilting himself inside her.

Leah cried out as the tearing pain hit,
and tried desperately to pull away. He grabbed her waist forcefully and growled
as he held on.

It felt impossibly tight as he moved
inside. She could feel every inch of him, stretching her wide, and she honestly
thought she might break. She hadn't thought she had any more tears to give, but
she'd been wrong. Her eyes burned and she sobbed once, heavy teardrops falling
onto the floor in front of her bound hands.

Nthar gave her no time to recover. He
rocked his hips against her, savoring the feeling, then withdrew, only to more
slowly push back in. This time the pain was less, and as he slowly but firmly pumped
in and out Leah found that, to her horror, the pleasure was returning.

With his rhythmic thrusts, his hips
griding hard against her, his moans of pleasure... His hands tightening on her
flesh, the claws pricking her - she had the sense he was barely restraining
himself.

Suddenly, he reached around her leg,
and pressed his body close. His hips pumped hard against her, his cock sliding
in and out of her with thrilling friction, as his fingers found her clit and
began rubbing.

He mercilessly teased and circled her
sensitive nub as he bent his head and bit down on her shoulder, his desire and
need audible in his low growls and moans. His teeth fastened on her flesh, hard
enough to hurt but not break the skin, and strangely the pain was like an
enhancement to the sensations his fingers worked on her.

It was too much. Leah moaned loudly,
moving her hips in time with the demon's thrusts and fingers, both of them
rocking in harmony as she gave herself up to the pleasure. Again and again she
moaned, becoming like a wild animal as she bucked against him, heedless of good
or evil or anything else.

She shuddered and cried out once more
as another intense orgasm hit, shocking through her as she shuddered and
tensed. Her inner walls clenched around the demon's cock as he slammed into
her, taking his teeth off her and throwing his head back to roar loudly.

He held her tightly against him and
thrust once more, hard, and she felt him throb deep inside her. The delicious
aftershocks of her own pleasure were still making her shiver, as his hot seed
spurted again and again, filling her and dripping down over her thigh.

His hands slowly relaxed on her hips,
and she heard him breathing heavily behind her. He still twitched inside her,
and her own sex was still throbbing as if in answer. Leah hung her head, taking
huge breaths, her mind completely blank.

Nthar made a sound of approval, and
stroked her back in a surprisingly tender gesture, before withdrawing. She felt
more of his seed spill out of her, and somewhere deep in her mind she
remembered -
now I will carry his child
. But she was too exhausted and
overwhelmed to panic now.

He took his hands off her, but it took
her a minute to be able to move. Then she sat up, her aching arms protesting,
her knees scraped and bruised from the cold stone.

She slowly turned, reluctant to look at
the demon. He crouched behind her, watching her with his tail flicking back and
forth. His cock was still half-erect and glistening. The wicked smile was back
on his face, his eyes glowing with something resembling humor. Gods, but he was
handsome, even if he was evil and wild. Her face heated at the intrusive
thought and she looked away.

She hated feeling so exposed.
Attempting to shield her breasts with her tied arms, Leah wondered if she could
run now. She wasn't sure she could get up from the floor - at least not quickly
enough to escape from him if he chose to grab her.

He was making no move though, and no
indication what he wanted of her, if anything. She looked inward, and thought
she sensed him – still restraining her movements. Why didn't he let her go now?
What more did he want?

"Will you let me go now?" She
asked.

He laughed, and moved toward her. She
flinched back, ready to attempt to crawl away, but held by his invisible bonds.
Slowly he reached out, but only to hook one claw into her wrist bindings. Leah
held still when she saw what he was doing, watching him with disbelief. He cut
through them with little effort, and she rubbed her wrists as the bindings fell
away.

She stared at him, expecting to feel
loathing, but she was mainly just numb. Except for the pain and the throbbing
between her legs. Well... he'd done his worst, now. All that was left was for
him to let her go. After all, he couldn't keep her here indefinitely.

...A thought occurred to her.

He still had to wait for her to release
him.

She glanced back at Nthar, and indeed
he was sitting as though waiting - that smirk back on his lips.

"You want me to release you."
She said, and relief washed through her when she heard a trace of her old
strength and confidence returning to her voice.

His eyes flashed, and he cocked his
head at her. He spread his hands. "The deed is done. I can see you have
quickened. You will give birth to my heir a few moons hence."

She forced down a brief flash of panic
and nausea.
No time for that now
. She would worry about what to
do later.

He nodded. "Release me, and you
will be free to leave the circle." He said.

Looking right into his eyes, she took a
deep breath and steeled herself. "Give me what I asked for." She
said. "Heal my brother, and I will release you."

His fingers curled into fists, and for
a moment Nthar looked enraged. But Leah forced herself not to flinch, keeping
her expression neutral. And after a moment, to her surprise, he threw back his
head and laughed his roaring laugh.

She didn't know if he was laughing at
the ridiculousness of her demand, or some other private thought. Perhaps he
laughed in delight at the idea of torturing her until she agreed to release him
without him fulfilling her request. The girl gritted her teeth, reminding
herself to remain calm. She simply watched him as his amusement ran its course.

"Oh," he said, still
chuckling to himself as he looked back at her. "I do admire your
audacity."

"So?" She asked, raising her
eyebrows at him. She shivered slightly as a slight breeze blew across her bare
skin.

He loooked at her for a long moment,
and suddenly she felt him brush her mind again. She blinked, but didn't flinch.
She wasn't bluffing. He had taken her virtue and... and worse. She would have
what she came for or die rather than return with nothing but his evil spawn
inside her. Let him know.

Nthar barked a short laugh. He waved a
hand. "Very well!" He said casually, as though it meant nothing to
him at all. "It is done."

A demon couldn't lie to his summoner
while within the circle, but she had to be sure. "Swear on your
seal." She said.

He grinned, and licked his lips.
"I
swear on my seal,
delicious witch." His tail flicked behind
him, an impatient gesture. "Now you had better be going before I decide to
take you again."

Leah slowly got to her feet, her
muscles resisting and protesting every movement. She wouldn't let her pain
show. Standing straight before the demon, she tried to take an experimental
step backward, out of the circle. Instantly she felt the demon's renewed hold
on her, not letting her go.

On cue, he raised an eyebrow at her.

"Can't blame me for trying."
She said. She would have liked nothing better than to escape the circle and
leave him here to weaken and disperse. But it wasn't going to happen. "I
release you." She said. Immediately she felt her legs respond, and she was
able to back away.

Nthar was already de-materializing,
standing up and straightening to his full impressive height even as he became
insubstantial. Once outside the boundary of the circle, Leah bent to pick up
her knife and held it before her in trembling hands, as though it offered any
protection at all.

He was mostly smoke, fading before her
eyes when she saw him grin and wink at her. Then he was gone.

Leah took a deep, shuddering breath,
her legs shaking, threatening to collapse under her.
No time to fall apart
now.
She rushed to grab her cloak, gratefully wrapping it around her aching
body and drawing the hood up.

It took what seemed like forever for
Leah to make it back to town, stumbling on bare feet and shaking legs, and
shivering in the cold. She held her lantern before her, navigating the dark,
empty road through the village with single-minded determination.

At the outskirts was the beginning of
the long track that led to her father's farm. Somehow this gave her strength,
and she was able to break into a halting run.

She burst through the door of the
house, where the fire was still going in the hearth and the lanterns were still
lit. Clutching her cloak around her she ran upstairs, finding the door to her
brother's room standing open.

When she stood in the doorway her
father jumped up from his seat and rushed over to her. His tear-streaked face
was full of concern. He had thought she was safe at Adela's house and was
shocked to see her looking disheveled and bruised. Why was he crying? Had the
worst already happened? Had all she'd been through been in vain after all?