Chapter 2 The Demon Slept With Me

• The handsome man emerged from the darkness and landed in front of me.
• He had huge black wings and a fiery tail. His long hair reached his heels, and a black robe casually draped over his shoulders, revealing his broad chest. He was pale, tall, and muscular. He had curved horns, and his impressive facial features were like scuptures.
• I stepped back in fear.
• "What ... are you?" He looked like an angel, yet every detail screamed that he was a demon.
• Oh my God, am I dreaming?
• Why am I dreaming of something so bizarre?
• "I'm Andras Crawford, your husband."
• "Husband? How is that possible? When did I even ... "
• A familiar parchment floated before me, cutting off my words.
• "Samantha, we're gathering signatures to get Mr. Dex dismissed. Can you sign this?"
• "Sure."
• It was the parchment I signed at the party!
• Who tricked me into signing a contract with a demon?
• Suddenly, Mr. Demon swept me into his arms and took off into the sky.
• "Ahh!"
• I wasn't safely secured to anything as I was suddenly being carried into the air.
• Help!
• I clung to him in terror, burying my head in his chest.
• I heard him laugh as his chest vibrated.
• Was he mocking me?
• Soon, Mr. Demon brought me to a new place with the interior of a mediaeval castle.
• Stained glass windows, elaborate wall carvings, and countless bats were under the ancient wall lamps that were emitting a faint green glow.
• There was also a royal-style bed in the room.
• Thud!
• Mr. Demon threw me onto the bed as he retracted his wings and casually pulled off his black robe, revealing his muscular, naked human form.
• He had broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and fair skin. Every inch of his muscle was perfectly sculpted. His face was flawless, like finely crafted artwork. His member down south was slowly stiffening.
• "What do you want?" I asked dreadfully.
• "I'm going to savour my bride's body, of course." Mr. Demon was staring intently at me with his blood-red eyes.
• "No!" I shouted as I struggled to escape.
• Mr. Demon snapped his fingers, and my body was bound by an invisible force. I couldn't move at all.
• Then, the naked, handsome demon licked his lips.
• "You look delicious, especially with the trembling."
• His husky voice rang in my ears as I felt something large press against my entrance, followed by a sharp pain.
• "It hurts ... stop ... please ... " He was halfway in.
• "You need a bit of succubus blood," the demon said as he applied a burning liquid to where we were connected.
• Quickly, my body started moving on its own, rubbing against him desperately.
• "Hmm ... that's better." He chuckled and thrust into me forcefully.
• Uncontrollable moans filled the air with the sounds of our bodies slapping together.
• Each of the demon's breaths was deep and magnetic, luring me into his trap.
• My body gave away as his thick length sent shivers through my body.
• I couldn't avoid the itch spreading from my heart to every corner of my body.
• The demon grabbed my waist. I could feel his cold touch igniting my burning skin. I could see from his expression that he was indulging in great pleasure.
• He looked so good that he was like a demon in an angel's body, both terrifying and captivating.
• With each thrust, my breasts bounced rhythmically in the air.
• He hit my sweet spots each time, sending waves of overwhelming pleasure.
• A feeling was building inside of me as he pushed deeper. I was shivering uncontrollably with his stimulation.
• I wanted to beg for mercy, but the demon's kiss muffled my cries, leaving only whimpers.
• "Stop ... enough ... "
• "Not yet, my little bride. You're the best gift I've received in a hundred years." The demon spread his huge wings, lifting me into the air.
• The bats on the castle dome scattered as the moonlight shone on our connected bodies.
• The demon held my hips and thrust into me as he flew. I felt like I was being torn apart.
• "No! It's too deep ... I can't take it ... "
• Then he buried his head in my breasts as he teased me. I screamed out loud before I succumbed to the waves of pleasure.
• The huge black wings flapped and knocked down the red roses on the window. The petals and our bodily fluids cascaded to the floor, soaking into the carpet ...