Daniela remained seated on the cold, wet tiles, her legs defiantly splayed. Her entrance was completely exposed to Jasper's ravenous, unblinking gaze. A biting chill made her entire body shiver—she could see the hazy white of her breath ghosting with every sharp inhale and exhale. Yet, the cold was a distant sensation, as the intense, all-consuming focus in their eyes kept the true world at bay.
Jasper's bright, predatory eyes devoured her. Could a woman truly encapsulate everything he desired? He wondered. Fierce. Homicidal. Suicidal. A wickedly joyous trifecta. And beyond all that, she was exquisitely, uniquely sexy. This was a sensation he had never registered before meeting her. Women had been mere "holes" to him, simple entrances for his crude "fuel ups." Now, staring at Daniela, he understood he'd never been genuinely sexually sated. He'd existed on a lifetime of appetizers and sample platters. But now, he could see the main course: the whole, beautiful, slick, wet, pink meal. And he wanted to tear into it.
"Will you let me freeze to death before you crown me your queen?" Daniela's voice was a low, challenging purr. Her eyes narrowed with accusation, immediately noticing his unwavering focus on her exposed entrance.
Pressing her palms flat against the constantly wet, icy surface of the tiles, she began a slow, deliberate movement, pulling her knees inward. She needed his undivided, hungry attention on her other lips.
"Keep them open!" Jasper's voice was a harsh, gravelly command. He shifted, lifting his torso and resting a heavy, muscled forearm on one bent knee.
"Why? It's not like they're helping you decide any faster," she challenged, her legs still creeping toward a close.
"Because I will rip your fucking head off if you close them." The threat was delivered with absolute gravity. He bared his teeth at her, the demonic canines gleaming wetly, a clear, savage warning not to play games in this moment.
A white-hot shiver tore through Daniela's spine—but it was not fear. Her juices began to flow even more freely, a sudden flood of liquid. The sheer, terrifying threat from the demon sent a rush of heat through her core. She must have been wired wrong when she was sent back this time, she thought with a dark smirk.
Obeying his command, she allowed her legs to fall open again. The salty ocean water, with every press of a wave against the stairs and the tiles, seemed to nip, the spray occasionally flicking against her exposed entrance. The sudden cold sensation against her already heated, throbbing core was a torture all its own.
"Fuck yourself with your fingers, and we'll talk." Her scent, a dizzying concoction of arousal and ocean brine, was the only thing keeping his monstrous form anchored. The pungent, electric perfume clinging to the air was intoxicating. He had never felt so calm and yet so savagely out of control in his true form.
Now they were finally getting somewhere. "How many fingers?" The deadly seriousness in her eyes made his nostrils flare and his teeth clench. He desperately wanted her to be on his fingers, but he knew if he touched her, there would be no more talk—no more alliance. Just a brutal, consuming fuck.
"Three," he rasped. He wanted her stretched, open, and primed. She looked so goddamn small.
Daniela stuck her three fingers into her mouth, sucking on the digits with a deliberate, theatrical slowness. She ensured they were fully coated in her thick, ropey saliva. Her pussy was already soaked through, but the dramatic gesture was for his benefit. The things we do for a crown, she mused.
The saliva-slicked fingers left a glistening trail as she withdrew them from her mouth, guiding them down her belly until they reached her entrance. She rubbed her clitoris, her toes curling ever so slightly with the shock of pleasure. The freezing sensation on the tiles was forgotten, replaced by a hot, tingly anticipation. She pressed all three fingers into her entrance slowly, delicately. Then, she began to pump them in and out, her rhythmic, wet slickness a hungry chorus battling the relentless, crashing waves.
"Let's make terms." He smiled, watching the heat rush to her cheeks. Taking a deep, shuddering breath, he performed a quick act of arcane will. He detached a piece of his soul, and a perfect clone of himself in his human form materialized beside him. The clone's black eyes raked over Daniela with the same desperate hunger as his beast-form counterpart.
Still in his demon form, Jasper snarled and released his throbbing, rock-hard cock from his pants. He spat into his palm, a wholly unceremonious, rough gesture, and began to pump his erection with furious, steady strokes as he watched her.
"You really do love an audience," Daniela mumbled, swallowing a moan as she took in the sight of him pleasuring himself. His cock was enormous, thick and long, the veins like thick ropes, and a trail of clear cum already beaded at the tip.
"Tell me what you want," the clone of Jasper demanded, his voice gravelly but dispassionate, a strange contrast to his eyes, which continued to feast on her exposed, glistening form. They drank in the sight of her pleasure, the wet, desperate sounds of her cunt, the rhythmic, slick squelch of her fingers, and her deep, heavy breaths.
Daniela felt the haze of eroticism try to drown her, pulling her down. She longed for the ability to split her soul just to focus. "I... umm! Fuck! I need you to make me your queen—"
"What else? That's already been established!" Jasper's hard, demanding voice was like gasoline poured on her internal fire. The deep edge, the dispassionate sound of it, was having a devastating effect on her body.
"I want to kill Eric. I want him dead. I want to kill him with my own hands. And I need your help to do that. I need protection—" Her words came out as a breathless moan she couldn't stifle, her eyes drifting back to the demon form that was now furiously stroking his cock, a thick pool of cum beginning to gather beneath him on the tiles.
"This is so fucking unfair!" she groaned, her legs starting to clamp down on her pumping fingers in a desperate attempt to find purchase.
The clone of Jasper instantly crouched down before her, his hands seizing her thighs and spreading her legs wide again, even wider than before. "Keep them open," his silky, low voice commanded, making her legs quake. She was agonizingly close.
"I want to destroy his kingdom. I want to burn all of his kind. I want them all dead. Everything he cares about." A harsh, ragged moan was torn from her lips as her head tilted back, her focus shattering into a million pieces. Her climax hit her like a punch, sending a fresh, hot wave of juices leaking from her entrance. Her fingers were completely drenched, and her breathy, shattered sounds were the only thing she could process.
"Keep going," Jasper's demon form demanded, rising to his full height as he continued to pump furiously. He didn't care that she'd peaked. If she wanted him to talk, she needed to keep fucking that slutty little pussy until all he could smell was her raw arousal, a scent so potent he could taste it over the ocean spray.
Her fingers kept moving, kept pumping. The action was sloppy and wet, every withdrawal and thrust a heavy, sickening squelch of slickness. He could see the hungry, greedy clench of her tiny cunt around her digits.
"What else, princess?" the clone asked, feeling himself succumb to her lust-soaked state. He was hungry, and though it wasn't a term of the deal, his finger reached out instinctively. He trailed it down between her folds, trenching it deeply in her thick juices. Her body shuddered at the simple touch. It was a shame to let it go to waste, he thought. He lifted the coated finger to his mouth and slowly licked it clean, the demon version of Jasper letting out a low, guttural growl of satisfaction at the act, tasting her on his clone's tongue.
"That's it, that's all I want." Her ragged breath still tore at her chest as she stared, fixated, at the demon version of Jasper. She was on the verge of caving, of crawling over to him on her hands and knees to sink onto his full, hard length, letting him impale her. She wanted to feel the brutal depth of him.
"What do you want?" she panted, trying to anchor herself in the moment.
"You. Whenever I want," the clone stated. He reached out again, coating his finger before tasting her sweet nectar a second time, as if he couldn't get enough. "I want the God's gift in your chest. We will try to figure out how you can willingly give it to me." As if reciting a mantra, he slipped his hand through her slit again, gathering more juices. Only this time, he pressed his finger in fully. He felt her fingers inside, and the greedy tightness of her cunt. Pulling out, he sucked the finger dry, his eyes never breaking contact with hers.
"Touch me again and I'll stop," she warned, panting heavily. The line between focused negotiation and utter, primal surrender was becoming impossibly blurry, and his touches were making it harder and harder to hold.
"We will have offspring, at least one. And I will still take other lovers. Those are my terms."
"I have one more," the demon version of Jasper cut in, his voice deep and dark. He moved, coming to stand just a few inches away from Daniela's splayed legs. Still pumping his cock, he slowly lowered himself onto his knees before her. "Anytime we negotiate, this is how we do it." His eyes were gleaming with wicked mischief and deep, satisfying hunger.
Biting down on her lip, Daniela shivered, her eyes meeting his. A silent, deeply perverted pact unfolded between them, a perfect understanding of each other's deviance.
"I agree," she panted, finally pulling her slick, overused fingers free of her entrance and letting her hands fall to the cold tiles beside her. She let herself fall onto her back, feeling sated and yet still intensely, maddeningly unsatisfied.
Jasper hissed, his hips jutting forward as he explosively sprayed his release all over the tile floor. His cum mixed instantly with her own spent fluids that had already leaked from her pussy, a pale, slick mixture destined to be washed away by the returning tide.
"Can I clean you up now that we have a deal?" the clone of Jasper asked, his tongue darting out as he licked the lingering taste of her from his lips.
"No." Pulling herself back into a seated position, her eyes rapidly bounced between the two Jaspers. "We know the terms. Let's make an oath!"
"You don't trust me?" The clone smirked, his arm already circling her ankle, gently pulling her closer.
"Do you trust me?" she countered with a breathy, dark laugh. If he was smart, he wouldn't trust her without absolute, brutal insurance.
Pulling off his wet jacket and unbuttoning his shirt, the demon form of Jasper prepared for the ritual. Meanwhile, his clone pulled Daniela forward until her legs were draped over his demon forms hips as he sat on his ankles, his still-hard cock brushing teasingly against her slick entrance.
"Choose where you want the mark on my body. I'll cut your palm, and use your blood to draw the oath."
Scooting forward, Daniela felt the firm insistence of his cock, knowing a mild thrust would sink him completely inside her. Sitting up straight, she ran her fingers over his hard chest before letting them drift lower, stopping just above his lower hip—a dangerously low placement. Her eyes flicked back up to meet his. "Here!"
His eyes narrowed in an expression of pure, appreciative torture. He didn't think he would ever get bored of her. Daniela held out her hand to him. Using his razor-sharp claw, he pressed a point into the center of her palm, allowing her blood to pool before using it as ink. He drew the Demon's Oath pattern where she had indicated on his lower hip. He drew the infinity symbol, overlaid with script from a guttural, unknown language. She watched in fascination. Once complete, the mark glowed a blinding white as it seared itself violently into his flesh. The acrid scent of burning flesh instantly assaulted her nostrils, but he did not flinch, completely at ease with the searing pain.
The demon form of Jasper leaned forward, his face pressed directly between her splayed legs. His nose took a deep, shuddering whiff of her intoxicating scent, the tip of it immediately wetting with the juices that still refused to stop flowing. Her body shivered uncontrollably beneath him, every nerve ending screaming.
He pressed his palm flat against her waiting cunt, using it as an anchor, but also simply enjoying the way her body trembled beneath his hand. Her skin was exquisitely sensitive. Her sweet, little moans were driving him wild. With his free hand, he dug his clawed nail into the center of his own palm, drawing blood before drawing the same infinity symbol and demon language on her upper thigh, strategically placing it around the very edge of her slick entrance.
The burn felt like she was dying. She screamed in pure, white-hot pain. Simultaneously, he dipped his head between her legs and began licking at her entrance. Her mind battled a devastating war between pain and pleasure. He feasted on her, drinking down her nectar, sucking and licking and ruthlessly fucking her slick hole with his tongue. As the burn dissipated to nothing, her fingers dug into his hair, gripping the silky strands painfully tight as she pulled his head upwards. A harsh glare was aimed at him; she had a feeling if it had been anywhere else on her body, it wouldn't have hurt so exquisitely much.
"Is that it?" she panted.
Smirking, he licked the last taste of her from his lips as he straightened up, pulling her to sit up with him.
Jasper's demon form connected their bloody palms, joining them in a handshake that was both a promise and a sacrifice, and began to speak in a low, resonant language she did not understand while the other Jasper translated each word, his voice low and intense beside her ear:
" The Terms are measured and the Price is named. Hear now the immutable law of this agreement. The Bond is Absolute. Every fiber of your mortal will is now pledged to my design. Now, be branded by this Oath. Should any spark of Betrayal ignite within you, may a torture consume you while your heart yet beats. Let it be a swift, horrifying reckoning. I seal our destiny to our desire. Forever is the span of this commitment. There is No Final Hour. Forever has begun."
Daniela smelled something like phosphor and brimstone in the air, as an imperceptible wind seemed to still the two of them while the world around them rushed at lightning speed. A storm, a vast power, seemed to acknowledge the oath sealed between them. Her body hummed and her eyes glowed a vibrant, violent green—the gift of divinity responding to the absolute oath she had made. The horns atop Jasper's head vibrated as a thick, swirling column of black smoke pressed out from his form, his very pores expelling his own magic, an indication of the contract they had just sealed. His power a conduit responding to its creation.
Author's note:
Now we know how these two make a deal! Don't forget to vote and comment. power stones are great too!