The Damned Demon-Novel

Esther lay panting, still reeling from the intensity of her orgasm, and looked at her uncontrollable shivering hands and legs with horror. She couldn't believe her body was betraying her like this, trembling in the aftermath of her second climax.

Asher smirked down at her, a smug look in his eyes that she both loathed and, to her horror, found slightly stimulating, "So, tell me... how does it feel to be truly alive?"

His words jolted her back to reality, and she shot him a cold, grudging glare, "You... what did you do to me? You can't break... the rules..." she panted.

She was sure he'd done something to make her feel things she shouldn't, to make her lose control so completely.

"You are being unusually vocal now," Asher scoffed as he sauntered towards Esther, his gait confident. His lengthy appendage hung limp between his legs, yet the mere presence of it sent chills down Esther's spine.

Now that she had a good look, its thickness alone seemed overwhelming, threatening to consume her whole being. The sight of it was now like a nightmare for her, afraid of its power and what it can make her do. She couldn't help but glance sideways, her eyes darting towards where his hand rested casually on his hip.

And the moment he stood beside her, his nightmarish member brushed past her cheek like a ghostly whisper, making her unconsciously shiver upon remembering the havoc it caused inside her.

She couldn't help but glance sideways, her eyes darting towards where his hand rested casually on his hip.

And the moment he stood beside her, his nightmarish member brushed past her cheek like a ghostly whisper, making her unconsciously shiver upon remembering the havoc it caused inside her.

"You said it yourself," Asher said, a cold smile playing on his lips. "I can't use any tricks without breaking the contract. This is just how I am. It's not my fault you're not strong enough."

Esther felt her face burn with shame upon hearing this junior looking down on her and talking to her with contempt. She wouldn't care less if he simply said it, but she knew that he was right.

She hated to admit the fact that she lost…not once but twice against someone so young and arrogant.

She had lost all face as the Lady of House Thorne. What would Thorin think? What would her children think?

She had always taught her three children to never succumb to any desire or emotion or even any sensation and yet…here she was…kneeling before him.

And worst of all, despite everything, she couldn't deny that part of her found it dangerously tempting…that blissful sensation where no burdens of duty or responsibility existed but only pure bliss.

And so she clenched her jaw and said, "I haven't truly lost yet...You still have to make me lose one more time. But I want to continue tomorrow. I am not in a state to continue now."

"AAHNGH!~"

She cried out in shock and pleasure, unable to contain herself any longer as Asher filled her completely. Despite her best efforts, she couldn't help but respond to his rough treatment, her body trembling under each powerful stroke.

"Mnnngh!~Hnnngh!~Heuungh!~"

He continued to piston in and out of her, merciless in his pursuit of dominance over her.

And with the blindfold covering her eyes, Esther could feel every inch of him penetrating deeper within her core. Each time their bodies collided, it sent waves of sensation throughout her entire being, leaving her dizzy and delirious with pleasure and pain from having her breasts abused by his large, rough hands.

Each time his scorching hot member plunged deep into her, her body would lose all control, and her thoughts would disperse until only the pleasure and pain occupied her mind and body while she also couldn't muffle her moans any longer. With every brutal thrust, Esther's resolve crumbled away, replaced by sheer ecstasy and agony. It didn't even take a minute before another wave of euphoria crashed over her, leaving her limp and panting underneath him while the blindfold on her eyes heightened the overwhelming sensation flowing through her nerves.

"That's right. Surrender to me, for you have lost for real," Asher murmured, tracing her wet red lips with his thumb. But beg me for more, and maybe I'll show you mercy."

"N-No…wait…" Esther whispered feebly, but Asher ignored her protests, driving himself into her once again. This time, however, he lifted her legs up and crossed them over his shoulders, sinking impossibly deeper inside of her.

"Haangh!~" A strangled yelp echoed in the dark hall as her spine arched gracefully in the air, bending her form into an arc.

The new angle brought forth indescribable pleasure that overwhelmed Esther's senses, igniting sparks behind her eyelids, within the darkness.

Underneath Asher's relentless assault, Esther's feeble attempts to halt his advances faltered. Her world spun dizzily, narrowing down to the point where their bodies became one. The overwhelming thickness stretching her walls left little space for reason; instead, primal desire took over, urging her towards an edge she both dreaded and yearned for.

Just when she thought she couldn't handle anymore, Asher pulled almost entirely out, teasing her entrance with his tip. But the sudden emptiness caused by his act left an uncontrollable itch within her moist cave.

She knew she can make it go away by telling him what he wanted to hear, but her mind struggled to lower herself even more. Follow current s on ɴo(v)elꜰɪre.ɴet

But this itch was rapidly growing, gnawing at her nerves, tormenting her, and making her crave something monstrous, something forbidden to fill her up again.

"Say it," he demanded, gripping her thighs tightly, "Tell me those magical words. Beg for it."

Despite her pride screaming otherwise, Esther just wanted to get rid of this itch before it consumed her fully.

In desperation, she finally relented, whimpering, "Please…P-Put it in!~"