She wasn’t good. She wasn’t evil. She was a woman who would be both loved and feared. A woman who was worthy of the position of a queen.
I squeezed my fingers around the amulet and the ruby gemstone dug into my flesh, fully awakening the powers inside me. Cain’s arms loosened and I turned in his embrace, pressing my bare breasts against the hardness of his chest. I reached down and rubbed my palm against his cock.
“Conquer me then. Teach me what it means to be by your side,” I dared him. I wanted him to take me. I wanted him to make it hurt, but most of all, I just wanted to come all over his cock. I’d been suffering for so long. I needed release and I needed him to give it to me.
The side of his lips edged upward at my challenge.
“I’m beginning to think you enjoy this, Ruby,” he murmured, and I frowned. As the devil’s magic worked its way through my mind, memories of Ruby faded further and further away, until they felt like just a distant recollection. In this moment, it was as though Ruby was a stranger and I no longer identified with her.
“Fuck me already,” I whined.
“You’re going to have to earn it,” he chided.
“Make me,” I challenged, and he chuckled softly.
His hands reached down and cupped the cheeks of my ass, lifting me up off the ground. My legs straddled his waist and I purred softly in approval.
“Naughty, naughty,” he chided with a grin. “I’ll punish this sinful little body of yours with my cock and when you beg me to stop, I’m going to fuck your disobedient little ass,” he answered.
I moaned softly, feeling the head of his cock nudge against my entrance. Frustratingly, his pants still blocked his conquest. He lowered me to the ground, pressing my back against the velvet leaves.
“Spread your legs. Show me where you need to be fucked,” he demanded, and I obeyed, lying down on my back and spreading my thighs lewdly for him. A quiet sense of wrong lurked in the back of my mind, but I didn’t care. I pushed it away. Now I felt empowered. The feeling of his gaze on my most secret of places was arousing.
He unlaced his drawstring pants and pushed them down, revealing his thick cock. Its girth was wider than I expected, and it was even longer than I had imagined. Thick veins rose up to either side, pumping with both his own blood and arousal. I moaned low in my throat. This was going to hurt, yet I couldn’t wait for every last second of it.
He knelt down on the ground in between my legs and leaned forward, towering over me and placing a hand to either side of my head. His shaft pressed against my slit and I gasped at its heat.
Fuck. This was hot.
My clit pulsed. With a low growl, he dragged his hips back and forth, sliding his cock through my wetness and across my clit. I moaned and he did it again. Liquid heat gathered between my legs and the ball of pleasure deep in my belly folded in on itself, blossoming into something much bigger and far more consuming.
He teased and taunted me, driving me wild with desire before finally flicking his hips backward and slamming straight into my pussy with his cock. He claimed me in one smooth motion, forcing his thick length all the way inside me without a care. It hurt and I cried out, but he continued anyway, fucking me roughly as he claimed me for his own. My back arched and I moaned, the sound rumbling in my throat as he used my tight hole for his pleasure and mine.
My arousal flared hotly, burning like wildfire until I could do nothing but give in to its brutal demands. My inner walls trembled around his thick cock, craving every last heated stroke. He gave me everything, but he wasn’t gentle, nor was he kind. He took me hard, his movements rough, and my body shuddered beneath him.
With one hand, his fingers splayed across my lower belly, spreading widely so that his thumb just skimmed across my clit. The sounds of wet sex echoed around me and I felt a flush blossom across my face as I trembled with arousal.
His thumb circled my clit, pressing it harder and harder until I couldn’t stand anymore.
“Please,” I begged.
“Come, my little hunter,” Cain murmured, and my world shattered into a million little jagged pieces. My body swirled in the never-ending hellfire of pleasure, white-hot light blinding me as I rode wave after wave of hot, boiling desire.
Cain growled beside me and the sharp edges of his fangs pressed against my throat. He breathed hotly against my skin before biting into my vulnerable flesh and a second, more powerful orgasm raced through me. I felt his magic coaxing my passion higher and higher, causing me to moan and scream until my throat became raw from it.
He drank from me and my body throbbed, the beat of my heart pounding in my chest. I rode his cock, rocking my hips back and forth, taking him deeper with every motion. He never stopped and I adored him for it.
Electricity burned underneath my skin and something almighty and powerful burst to life deep in my chest. Cain continued to drink his fill and my body began to feel languid, deeply satisfied now that I’d come not once, but twice.
His shaft pulsed inside my channel and my pussy fluttered around it insatiably, begging him for more. Finally, he pulled away from my throat and stared down at me, his lips dripping with my blood.
“Such a greedy little cunt,” he mused, and I met his seductive gaze.
His eyes, once blood red, were a much brighter scarlet, brimming with life and sensual promise. I sighed and he slammed his hips harder into mine, thrusting his wide girth into my entrance time and time again. His fangs were stained with my blood, his mouth wet with it. He rolled his upper lip and lifted his wrist to his mouth, biting down hard on his own flesh. His wrist bloodied, he pressed it to my lips, forcing me to dr
ink deep of his own life essence. It tasted like copper at first, but then it transformed into something that hinted of sweet wine, decadent berries, and delicate fruits. I drank deep until finally he pulled away from me.
He drew me up into a deep kiss, his tongue dancing between my lips and twirling with my tongue. My core throbbed and I jerked my hips upward, trying to make him fuck me harder once again. His eyes darkened at my boldness and a smirk grew on his lips.