“Come hard for me, sweet girl. You’ve earned as many as you want tonight,” he said, and I didn’t need anything more than that.
That first orgasm was so hard that I saw stars. I screamed and my thighs shook from the intensity of my pleasure. My fingers tightened around the blankets beneath me, making my knuckles white as I broke apart. Exquisite bliss sliced through me like a hot blade. His fingertips teased my clit, forcing me higher and higher into the world of endless pleasure until I could feel myself coming apart.
I didn’t even try to stop the second orgasm from destroying me. I drowned in infinite ecstasy, unable to escape from every last moment of pleasure as I came harder than I ever had in my life. Even as I came for him, he never stopped using my body as hard and as rough as he wanted, which made a third orgasm tear through me shortly after the second.
I trembled before him as I lost myself. My inner walls clenched hard at his cock, squeezing tight enough to make him roar with his own need.
That single sound destroyed me. I lost control completely.
The string of orgasms that followed was so utterly devastating that I could hardly hold myself in position. I wavered and his arm wound around my hips, holding me up as he brutally used my pussy as hard as he wanted and as hard as I needed. I screamed, my throat already so sore from his cock. I moaned and I felt myself sinking in an endless chasm of pleasurable bliss.
“That’s it, angel. You’re going to come for me over and over until this tight little pussy is sore. I will decide when you’ve had enough. Until then, you will keep coming for me, do you understand?” he asked.
“Yes, sir,” I whined.
“Good. Then come for me, again,” he demanded.
I did. I came so many times that I sobbed and cried, even as I took every last painful thrust of his cock deep inside me. I shattered on the bed there with him and I knew that once and for all, I was fundamentally changed from the inside out.
I quaked beneath him, screaming and moaning with pleasure. I put on such a shameful display for him, but I didn’t care. He wanted me to lose control like this. He liked seeing me that way and I adored that he could destroy me with just a single finger or with every last inch of his cock.
Pleasure and pain became one. Agony and bliss twisted together to transform into one unending sensation that consumed me from within. I drowned in it. I reveled in it.
I broke in it.
His seed burst hot inside me, marking my tight channel as his once and for all. I came one final time as his seed burned deep, reminding me thoroughly that we were one.
His arms wound around me, lifting me and holding me against his chest as we came together. He roared with his completion and I screamed with mine.
He held me until my orgasm faded and still, he didn’t let me go, but I knew now that he never would.
Because I was his. For all time.
Epilogue
One week faded into the next as I took my rightful place by Cain’s side. Together, we brought the demon world to its knees, giving them structure and order to their lives. Cain had already taken over North America, but there was much to be done to fully take over the rest of the planet. The very first thing we did was build his army on the home front. After that, we started placing loyal followers in a number of countries around the world, spreading rumors and fear of our eventual arrival. We visited every last one, traveling far and wide for a long time. As a unified front, we unseated a number of cruel overlords who had taken power and used it for their own devices, rescuing those they had made suffer in the process. Through the two
of us, we established order and put a number of Cain’s long-time followers in their place in order to secure our reign. At first, there was a fair amount of resistance, but that didn’t take long to fade away as the rumors of Cain’s and my own combined powers spread like wildfire.
We quieted several pockets of opposition by either silencing them completely or making a public example of them before our followers. Some we killed. Others we imprisoned. A few Cain tortured to gather information when it was absolutely necessary. We ruled through fear and respect. Eventually, I hoped to rule because my people loved me, but that would take time and I had an endless amount of that.
Tituba was granted a position by my side as hand of the queen. Beside us, she wielded great power and assisted us whenever we required it. I didn’t know if she helped me so long ago because she foresaw herself being placed as the third most powerful monster in the demon world. Perhaps she did. Either way, she remained my loyal advisor and used her abilities to our advantage. I understood why people had misunderstood her over time. Her gifts of prophecy and magic gave her an aura of mystery and she couldn’t quite explain what she could see without changing the passage of certain events. Despite my initial misgivings, she soon became my most trusted confidant aside from Cain himself.
I kept an eye on the Demon Hunters from time to time, ensuring that Logan and the others lived long happy lives. I put several loyal disciples of my own throughout his city and gave orders to keep the demon activity to a minimal level. This would safeguard those I grew up with, while also keeping them occupied with small disturbances that wouldn’t really endanger them. Logan would be able to continue what he loved doing. It was important to me to see him happy and occasionally I would fly over our old home and watch him for several hours. I never gave myself away and I vowed that he would never find out what happened to me. I didn’t want him to know that I turned into a vampire. I’d rather him think I just disappeared without a trace. For the rest of his life, I watched over him and when he passed away, I made sure that a great tomb was built in the middle of the cemetery for him to honor everything he’d done for me over the course of my life.
The people I’d once known died and I lived on, blessed with immortality. It hurt, but with Cain by my side, it hurt less.
Late one day a great many years later, I returned to visit the place that had first crowned me as queen. I ventured out onto the balcony, looking out over the bustling city that was the heart of the demon world.
I pressed my palms against the railing, looking out at the Hellmouth. I could still see the burnt scars of Cain’s demon’s fire and I closed my eyes as I recalled how he’d broken me so thoroughly in this very place so long ago. I swallowed heavily, feeling my nipples pebble beneath my dark red velvet dress. My hair swayed in the breeze and I sighed, brushing my fingers across my throat.
“Are you thirsty, my queen?” a small voice echoed behind me. I turned my head. It was important to me to not have to kill anyone else in order to continue my existence as a vampire, so I had searched for a human who would volunteer to provide me with fresh blood. I had learned that I could feed from her without pain, so in exchange for her sacrifice, I showered her in gifts and prestige that only a queen could give her.
She offered her wrist and I pressed it to my lips, biting gently and drinking my fill. I licked the wound and watched it seal up right before me.
“Hmmm. Enjoying a drink without me, angel?” Cain said darkly and I shivered hotly. My human offered her wrist to him as well and he took a small drink before curling his arm around my waist.
“Perhaps. As queen, I do what I want sometimes,” I replied. Right now, I was feeling quite feisty and I wanted to feel his touch.