Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 70779 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 354(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70779 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 354(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
The huge gargoyle was happy to oblige me. He pumped more and more of his burning cum into my pussy…into my womb. I felt it running down my thighs in fiery rivulets that stung and burned but even as I lost some of it, he pumped more and more into me. Goddess, how much longer could he keep on coming? How much seed could he have to fill me with?
The answer seemed to be an infinite supply. I don’t know how long I was trapped like that, on my knees with my ass in the air and my breasts hanging down, my pussy spread and skewered by the immense, demonic cock. I don’t know how much cum he pumped into me—I only knew that I was coming over and over—each time harder than the last. Somehow this act—the act of being open and being filled to the limit—had triggered something inside me. Some button had been pushed or some switch had been thrown and now I couldn’t stop coming!
“Please!” I gasped, writhing weakly, trying to get free of him. “Oh please, Kael—I can’t take much more! I can’t stand it—please!”
And the growling and thrusting stopped abruptly and I heard a familiar voice.
“Willow?” it said in a low, horrified tone. “Mistress? My God—what have I done to you?”
35
KAEL
Icame back to consciousness and the memory of myself at the worst possible time. I felt a tight, pleasurable pressure around my shaft and realized that I was coming—orgasming over and over and flooding the womb of the woman I was buried inside.
Looking down, I found that the woman in question was Willow—my Mistress. The one woman I had sworn to protect and serve.
Well, I was serving her all right, I saw grimly. I was balls deep in her tight pussy and she was moaning and struggling weakly beneath me.
“Kael, please!” she moaned. “Please, it hurts—it’s too much! I can’t take it anymore.”
I felt my heart sink as I realized what I had done. I had hurt the woman I loved—I had violated the Mistress I had sworn to protect.
I deserved to die—to be cast back into The Pit which I now vaguely remembered she had pulled me from.
Thankfully, I had spent the last of my seed in her so my knot was finally going down. I waited until it was sufficiently deflated and then pulled out slowly, so as not to hurt her anymore than I already had.
She cried out weakly as I came free and I winced as I saw the huge gush of seed that came from her pussy and coated her thighs. Gods, I had done my best to breed her, hadn’t I? If she didn’t have my child taking root in her belly, I would be very surprised.
What a horrible guardian I was—what a horrible male—I had hurt the one I was supposed to protect. She would never trust me again and I didn’t blame her—I would never trust myself either.
As soon as I was all the way out of her, Willow moaned and collapsed on her side.
“Mistress,” I said, leaning over her. “Mistress, forgive me. I’m so sorry!”
Her eyelids fluttered and her gaze fixed on me. I saw relief in her beautiful green eyes.
“Kael, you’re back,” she whispered. “Thank…thank the Goddess.”
“I didn’t mean to hurt you,” I told her. “I didn’t know you. But I know that’s no excuse. I deserve to be cast back into Hell.”
As I spoke, I felt a hot wind curling around me. Looking to the side, I saw the portal I vaguely remembered coming through. That was the source of the wind—it was curling around me, tugging at me, urging me to return to The Pit, where I belonged.
But my words seemed to upset Willow.
“What? No!” she exclaimed, struggling to sit up. I helped her get to her knees and she winced and scooted away from the puddle of demon seed she had left when I pulled out of her.
I couldn’t stop the aching in my heart when I saw how stiffly she moved. Her thighs were coated with my dark gold demon cum but I could see the redness there too—I had burned her when I came in her. I had hurt her when I filled her with my seed. And that didn’t even include stabbing her with my barb and letting my knot swell inside her. I had mistreated and used her fragile human body like it was disposable—useful as nothing but a sexual toy.
I couldn’t have hated myself more.
But as my self-loathing grew, so did the wind from the portal. I felt it curling around my arms and legs like invisible hands, trying to drag me back.
Willow noticed what was happening—the way I was slowly getting dragged towards the portal.
“Hey, what’s going on? Stop it! Stop that!” she exclaimed, grabbing my arm.