The Binding - Bred by a Demon (Rough Reluctant Monster Breeding Erotica)

by Madelene Martin

  Remaining at low strength for a time would make them prey to other demons. It was the one thing they truly feared. But before she could call him on the bluff, she felt him brush her mind.

  His presence – foreign, dominating and somehow wild – invaded her while she stood unable to move. He would know she knew his weakness, that she had the ritual well in hand. Good. Let him see he had no choice but to obey her.

  But having gained this knowledge, he still didn't leave her mind. She felt him worming further in, violating. Sending her wicked thoughts. Yet it felt as though he was caressing her being like a lover. She could almost feel his warm skin pressed against her, and this time she imagined his tongue on her skin. Hot and wet, when he licked her neck below the ear, then grazed her with sharp teeth.

  “Stop!” She managed to shout, wresting back control of her mind. She looked down, shocked to discover she had moved forward three or more paces - putting her closer to the circle where the demon stood slyly grinning. Alarmed, Leah tried to back away, only to find her feet unresponsive.

  She glared back up at him. "Release me." She said in her most authoritative tone - good enough to command obedience from any villager or stubborn patient. But his smile only widened, the cat's pupils of his eyes dilating slightly as he watched her.

  "Release me." He said.

  Leah shook her head stubbornly. "Not until you give me what I need."

  "Foolish girl." Nthar growled, a warning edge in his voice.

  Leah gasped as her own feet took her toward the circle, the demon somehow taking control of her body once again. She fought with all of her will against it, but to no avail. All she could do was watch as he held his head high, and reached one clawed hand out to her, stretching as far as he could within the seal.

  She was closer... so close to him. She could smell his smoky scent, along with a primal, musky... maleness. Her mouth fell open and she whimpered as she helplessly crept forward, her feet jerking as the battle of wills between them continued.

  "Don't you know you're supposed to have two witches for this summoning?" He asked her, scolding. "In case of this?"

  Leah gritted her teeth with effort as she unwillingly took one final step, and her hand involuntarily raised... through the barrier of the circle and toward Nthar's waiting grasp.

  He grabbed her, and with astonishing speed and strength drew her to him. In a perverse parody of a dance partner he spun her into his arms. Her back was pressed up against him, her hand captured in his, and now he held her tightly around the waist with his strong arms.

  He let go of her mind now that he was physically restraining her, and Leah screamed and kicked fruitlessly, her feet leaving the ground. She tried to kick him, to scratch, or writhe out of his grip. Tears came burning to her eyes and threatened to fall.

  How stupid she had been. She thought of her ceremonial knife, sitting uselessly on the ground outside of the circle. She didn't know if it would hurt him – but she wished for it now. It would have been worth a try.

  He held her tightly while she screamed and flailed for a minute or two. Suddenly the thought occurred that she should save her strength. There may be a chance to escape if he dropped his guard, but she should wait for the right moment.

  She stopped struggling all at once, sucking in air as she tried to catch her breath. The demon laughed his growling laugh, right above her ear. She could feel the heat of his body through her clothes. His tail curled around her leg in an unwanted caress.

  Terror and rage flooded the girl. What was he planning to do? She breathed hard and forced herself to think. He couldn't kill her, or he would be trapped. He couldn't take her with him to the between-world - or at least she didn't think so - and he couldn't step out of the circle without her order.

  Of course, he could probably torture her into giving that order.

  She swallowed hard. "What do you want?" She managed to squeak out.

  Nthar chuckled, and raised one big hand to caress the side of her face. Leah tried to pull away in disgust, but he ignored her – his furred fingers stroking a trail down her cheek. “I do admire your boldness,” he told her. “To come seeking me all alone.”

  To her horror, his hand began to move lower, over her jaw and down her neck. His hand was soft and his claws retracted – for now – and he stroked her gently.

  Leah shivered, all of a sudden fearful for a different reason. Why was he touching her so intimately? “What do you want from me?” She repeated in a harder tone.

  “My girl, you came here looking for something from me.” He purred, one finger now trailing over her collarbone. Leah hitched a breath, one tear breaking free to spill down her cheek.

  He lowered his head, his breath playing in her hair. “The question is what will I take in return?”

  “Fine then,” she breathed, turning her face away as far as she could manage. “What will you take in return?”

  He did not answer, but his hand moved lower, and Leah squeezed her eyes shut as she felt his claws on her skin. Then with one swift movement, he hooked the neckline of her dress and tore through the thin material, rending it down the center and exposing her breasts to the cool air.

  “Mmm,” he purred, rubbing his face against her hair and inhaling deeply. “There is nothing quite like the fear of a pretty young woman.” He pulled on the fabric, and she cried out as he tore it fully away from her body and let the pieces drift to the ground.

  He pulled her close again. She stood in only the skirt of her dress, as he pressed back up against her. He slowly drew his hand down, tracing a line between her firm round breasts. Leah felt her nipples harden, and a shudder went through her. She tried to cover herself, succeeding in freeing one hand. “Don't.” She said quietly, without hope of him heeding her. “Please don't.”

  He only laughed, swatting her hand away. His claws scraped lightly over her sensitive skin. And now she became aware of something else. Pressing against her lower back, his manhood was hard and throbbing.

  She panicked. She had never been touched in this way – never even close. Leah had protected her virtue, waiting for the day she would be promised to a young man – hopefully one she could love. Men had tried to get close to her, but she had always rebuffed them, using their healthy fear of her status as a witch to keep them at arms length.

  “Please,” she repeated, and now the tears flowed freely. She felt them drip down onto her chest, where Nthar's hand sought her breast; cupped it, and circled the nipple. She knew she was in danger of hysterics, but she couldn't help it. “Let me go and I will release you.” She begged, hating herself all the while.

  There was a long silence. He breathed heavily against her. Then, slowly, he took her nipple between his fingers. He squeezed just hard enough to make her uncomfortable.

  His breath turned into a soft laugh. “Hmm...” he said, as though thinking carefully. “I don't think so.” And he pinched hard, rolling her nipple and twisting it between his fingers, sending a spike of pain through her body.

  Leah cried out and struggled, bucking against the demon. But he was too strong – and what's more, her struggles only seemed to excite him further. He shifted his grip to restrain her, then with a louder laugh, held her away from him and tore her skirt, ripping it away in several pieces. She was completely naked.

  She sagged, crying, hopeless.

  Nthar made a pleased sound, and shifted her against him. He cupped her chin, turning her head and tilting it up so she had to look at him. “I will tell you what I want.” He said, showing his sharp teeth. He stared into her eyes, obviously enjoying her suffering. Leah wrenched her head but couldn't get free.

  “A vessel.”

  For a moment Leah was confused. Her brow furrowed and she simply looked into his golden eyes. Then his meaning dawned on her. Her eyes widened and she gasped. “What?” She asked, shocked.

  He grinned. “A lovely... sweet... virgin to carry my spawn.”

  “You can't!” The girl shrieked, finally succeeding in
tearing her gaze from his. He let her struggle fruitlessly for a moment before grabbing her arms, turning her to face him and holding her fast, both her wrists easily restrained in one large paw. She saw that he had a strip of cloth from the tatters of her dress, and now he wrapped it swiftly around her wrists, binding them tightly together.

  She resisted with all her strength but knew it was hopeless. He was so strong. He could have snapped her in half with those mighty hands, she was sure. Even should she manage to escape him, she would have to make it outside the circle. And then it would still be possible for him to take control of her mind again. She had sealed her own fate here – now she knew it.

  Her hands were tied and she held them uselessly before her. Concentrate on surviving, now. She told herself. One more tear dropped from her eye as she thought of her family. What would become of them, if she didn't make it?

  Nthar licked his lips, and looked her up and down hungrily. He ran his hot hands all over her – stroking her neck, down her spine and the curve of her hip. Palming her breasts and squeezing them.

  He bent his head suddenly and Leah gasped as his mouth opened against her neck, his teeth gently grazing her. His tongue was soft and hot, leaving a trail of moisture on her skin which felt cool in the air when he moved away.

  She shivered, closing her eyes. The demon had both hands on her breasts, his soft palms massaging her – firmly, but not cruelly. His thumbs circled her nipples, teasing their peaks. Then his hips moved; he pressed up against her, grinding his hard member against her hip

  A small moan broke from her lips and Leah forced her eyes open, stiffening. She could feel her body responding – her breath coming faster, her nipples aching and wetness forming between her legs. She cursed under her breath. What was this power he had over her? Angrily, she growled and pulled back from him, glaring into the demon's face.

  “Come, now,” he said, not at all concerned. “I know you're enjoying this." He reached up to caress her cheek. I will make this pleasurable for you.”

  Leah hissed at him, wanting to spit in his face... but not quite daring.

  His eyes went dark. “Very well, then.” He growled. Snatching up a handful of her hair and wrapping it around his hand, he turned her around and forced her down toward the ground.

  She trembled in fear and rage, her eyes burning with unshed tears. She wanted to curse him, to cry, to plead. His hand gripped her upper arm roughly, claws digging into her skin, causing pinpricks of pain while he forced her down.

  When she sank to her knees, he held her there, his hand still twisted in her hair while he pushed her shoulders down, forcing her head toward the floor, her bound hands underneath her.

  Even with one hand he held her easily. She tried, but couldn't rise under the weight of his mighty arm. She was truly terrified now - fully exposed, her sex bared right in front of him. He was pressing up against her, his lion's legs clawing at the ground as he bent over Leah. She felt his hot breath on her back as he made a low rumbling sound, his free hand wandering over her hip, over her ass, and traveling lower.

  She whimpered, as she felt his fingers brush the curve of her ass then teasingly over her sex. For a moment he touched the curls of light hair on her mound, and then his fingers stroked her slit. Shamefully, she knew he found wetness there.

  This can't be happening. It can't. The thought ran through her mind over and over.

  “Oh but it is.” Nthar supplied.

  So he could still read her mind. She shouldn't have been surprised.

  “There is no point resisting.” One thick finger slipped into her folds, tracing the length of her sex. He found her clit, and rubbed it hard, and Leah gasped in shocked surprise as a bolt of pleasure shocked through her.

  He pulled her hair so her head was forced back, and he leaned over her to speak in her ear. “I'm going to fill you with my seed.” Nthar growled wickedly. He teased her with his fingers as Leah tried in vain to pull away. "Don't worry. You're going to enjoy this."

  She groaned as his circling finger sent ripples of pleasure through her traitorous body. He kept going, finding a rhythm - relentlessly teasing her clit then stroking her folds in turn. His fingers almost, but not quite entering her.

  Leah began to gasp and pant, her breath hitching and her hips beginning to move of their own accord. She'd never felt such sensations! Every time his fingers explored her she froze in anticipation, wondering if he would finally thrust them inside. Her body was so alight with desire that she almost wanted it.

  Why had no one ever told her it felt so good to be touched like this? She never would have waited so long, had she known. And now instead, her virtue would be taken by this monster. This animalistic demon who could take her control away completely, and make her feel so... so wickedly good even as he robbed her of her innocence.

  He seemed to be delighting in her torment, of course, taking his time so as to draw out her suffering.

  Finally he pulled back, letting her hair go, and she gasped at the sudden absence of sensation. He gave her a warning push as if to tell her to stay down. She did - supported on her elbows, her eyes clenched shut as he ran his fingers up and down her back, massaged her ass firmly in his great hands, and then gripped her hips firmly.

  She tensed up all over again, alarmed. What was he doing? She sensed him bend down, and suddenly his tongue was on her, hot and wet on the back of her thigh. She jerked sharply, and he growled and tightened his hold on her hips, his claws pricking into her.

  All she could do was whimper as he trailed his long tongue over her, finally reaching her sex. He spread her with his hands, and she felt him lightly lick her - running his tongue along her slit and tasting her juices. He made a purring moan of pleasure, and Leah half-sobbed, half moaned as his tongue delved deep inside her folds.

  As he explored, licking and sucking, her breath began to quicken again. She cursed him - and cursed herself - under her breath as his tongue found her clit and shivers of intense sensation jolted through her body.

  He purred against her skin, his hot breath and his tongue teasing her, and she sensed it was bringing her closer and closer to some unknown edge. He seemed to be delighting in this - whether enjoying her pleasure, her torment or both, she no longer knew.

  She threw back her head, crying out. "No... please." She breathed, hopelessly.

  He ignored her, instead thrusting his tongue inside her. Curling it against her inner walls and evoking a deep aching bliss. Leah moaned in protest, knowing she was about to hit that peak, about to go over the edge...

  His tongue moved inside her, then he withdrew, only to begin lapping at her clit. Suddenly, she felt her body tense. She cried out as an intense climax roared through her, rocking her hips and pushing back against him, seeking more of his wicked tongue. Not caring anymore who he was or what he was doing. She just needed more of him.

  Tremors went through her and she shook in his grip. As her pleasure began to ebb he stopped licking her. She let her forehead drop to the floor, panting hard as she caught her breath.

  But he didn't let her rest. He knelt back up, pushing against her body and bending over her once more. She suddenly felt his arousal pressing against her, hot and hard. She lifted her head, panic rushing back as he whispered to her.

  "I told you it would be pleasurable."

  She could say nothing - still breathing heavily, she only whimpered and quivered in his hands.

  He chuckled, and pulled back, and she suddenly felt him pressing against her entrance. She wondered vaguely how much it would hurt. Whether he would tear her in two. He was so big - how would he possibly fit?

  Shivers ran through her as he rubbed his member against her sensitive, wet sex. He made that appreciative purring moan, and despite herself Leah felt a slight thrill. He was so hard, throbbing perceptibly against her skin. He wanted her.

  "Oh, yes." He said, and she gasped as he rubbed the head of his cock over her clit, teasing. "I want you, my delightful little witch." His voice had
roughened and he was breathing heavily, as he stroked her rhythmically up and down." And I take what I want."

  She felt him at her entrance, and before she had time to protest again he thrust in, hilting himself inside her.

  Leah cried out as the tearing pain hit, and tried desperately to pull away. He grabbed her waist forcefully and growled as he held on.

  It felt impossibly tight as he moved inside. She could feel every inch of him, stretching her wide, and she honestly thought she might break. She hadn't thought she had any more tears to give, but she'd been wrong. Her eyes burned and she sobbed once, heavy teardrops falling onto the floor in front of her bound hands.

  Nthar gave her no time to recover. He rocked his hips against her, savoring the feeling, then withdrew, only to more slowly push back in. This time the pain was less, and as he slowly but firmly pumped in and out Leah found that, to her horror, the pleasure was returning.

  With his rhythmic thrusts, his hips griding hard against her, his moans of pleasure... His hands tightening on her flesh, the claws pricking her - she had the sense he was barely restraining himself.

  Suddenly, he reached around her leg, and pressed his body close. His hips pumped hard against her, his cock sliding in and out of her with thrilling friction, as his fingers found her clit and began rubbing.

  He mercilessly teased and circled her sensitive nub as he bent his head and bit down on her shoulder, his desire and need audible in his low growls and moans. His teeth fastened on her flesh, hard enough to hurt but not break the skin, and strangely the pain was like an enhancement to the sensations his fingers worked on her.

  It was too much. Leah moaned loudly, moving her hips in time with the demon's thrusts and fingers, both of them rocking in harmony as she gave herself up to the pleasure. Again and again she moaned, becoming like a wild animal as she bucked against him, heedless of good or evil or anything else.

  She shuddered and cried out once more as another intense orgasm hit, shocking through her as she shuddered and tensed. Her inner walls clenched around the demon's cock as he slammed into her, taking his teeth off her and throwing his head back to roar loudly.