When Desire Turns to Destiny
"It was so good."
"So, fucking damn good!"
Like nothing he'd ever experienced before.
Victor couldn't keep back his moans as Violet pressed her lips firmer on his. Her tongue was expert, teasing, demanding, and he could do nothing but hold on to her slimmer waist, letting her lead him deeper into the kiss.
"Mmm… mm… Mmmmmm…"
The sound eluded him helplessly, stifled against her lips. He clamped his arms tighter around her, his body aflame, every nerve alive as if this one minute was branding itself into his soul.
This wasn't Victor's first kiss—not on Earth. He had been a gigolo once, paid for pleasure, giving his body to many women. But this… this was different. The way Violet kissed him, the way her spirit seemed to pour into him, made it feel like his very being was being claimed.
He knew he wasn't yet in love with her, that love was too weighty a word. But he couldn't deny the attraction, which was overwhelming, and she was the most intriguing woman he had ever laid eyes on. In her, he saw more than loveliness—he saw potential.
Victor had always wished that he could have defended his family in his previous life. And now fate had presented him with a second chance. He couldn't let it slip away. He required strength, he needed bonds, he needed a family. And he sensed it all started here—with her. Violet was no ordinary woman; she was the gateway to something greater.
He had to go along with her, yield to his uncertainty, and offer her all—body and soul. The idea flashed in his mind despite the fact that scarcely seconds had elapsed since lips touched. His heart pounded with apprehension; he didn't want to appear vulnerable, didn't wish her to glimpse the tremor which beset him.
But with Violet, he couldn't resist. She pulled him in, demanding but soft, and his body was betraying all the secret terrors with desire.
He'd already resigned himself to the fact that he'd have to be completely hers in order to make them both powerful. A deal with a powerful demon is something that would bind them until the end of time. So he wouldn't stay back now.
Violet could feel Victor drawing her nearer, his arms wrapped tightly around her as he attempted to subdue her lips with his. The unexpected boldness arrested her—this was not the uncertain boy she had been reading about moments before.
She had witnessed all the memories he bore, all the shame and secrets. She understood that he had never once lusted after the women at his side, not even the lovely servants who dared to entice him within the fortress, not even his supposed sisters who hinted at things no brother should endure. He had ever been aloof, nearly cold.
And yet here he was, pushing against her, kissing her as if he wanted to consume her with almost desperate need. For the first time, Violet asked herself if her charm had become so powerful that even a man who never gave women a thought could no longer resist her.
The idea excited her. Nevertheless, she wouldn't be Violet if she let some obstinate virgin win. She wrestled with words, fighting him off, as her hand crept into his underpants and enclosed his burning length.
Victor's breathing stuttered. The scorching kiss already left him reeling in ecstasy, but the sensation of her gentle hand caressing his rigid cock tore a groan from him.
"Hnnn… ahhh…" His lips parted helplessly, the noise raw, and Violet swooped in. Her teeth nipped at his tongue in a mock bite, and his groan became a pained cry.
"Mmm… aaahhh…"
The keen edge of hurt blended with the building tides of lust until his dick pounded deeper in her hand, so deep it was in danger of hurting. His frame shook, not because he was afraid, but from the sheer power she coaxed out of him.
He reached for her once more, wanting to drag her back into his arms, but Violet moved away with a flirtatious elegance. Her lips twisted into a sinful smile, the kind that was full of pleasure but devoid of mercy.
"Do you want to eat me on the wet and cold forest ground?"
Victor stood there for a moment, taken aback by Violet's statement. He had already resigned himself to the fact that they would eventually have sex sooner or later, but he believed she was just playing with him.
"And the contract?" he asked with a slight smile, his voice hanging between curiosity and uncertainty.
Violet leaned her head to the side, a hint of disappointment crossing her eyes. She had hoped he would be utterly beset by passion, and not clinging to snippets of sense. But her lips curled into a sensual smile as her voice was laced with temptation.
"Every great spirit has his own method of making a deal," she husked. "In my case, isn't it obvious?"
Her words were sane. Victor had read and heard enough to understand that each great demon or spirit required something unique. But with her, he wanted to be sure.
"You mean." His eyes fluttered with uncertainty, his voice low, probing.
Violet moved in closer, her eyes trained on him. "Yes. you need to fuck my pussy. That's how the contract will be sealed. Do you not want it?"
Victor's chest constricted. The speed with which everything was proceeding still caught him off guard, but there was no going back. She was his fate. The mere mention of her had altered his life already, offering him hope, a purpose to continue. He hardened himself, reminding himself what she had to give, the possibility of a new avenue.
He moved forward, his lips stretching into a confident grin, though his nerves deceived him. In Violet's eyes he caught a flash of worry—worry that he didn't want her enough, that he would treat her like the weak hostess she once spoke of. He couldn't let her think that. Not now.
Stepping in closer, Victor took her lips. He started the kiss this time, his tongue thrusting forward with desperation. His hands traced down, his fingers grasping the round of her butt as he picked her up with ease, her legs straying around his hips. Their lips only broke apart for a quick catch of air, a shimmering strand of saliva connecting them.
Violet whimpered softly against him, her body giving away her calm facade. Her juices trickled down onto his waist, evidence of just how much she desired this coupling.
"Do you suppose anyone would be strong enough to resist the Great spirit of lust?" he breathed against her lips, his voice rough. "Since the moment I first heard your voice, I lusted for you. Before I'd even seen your body, I coveted you. And as soon as I set eyes on your beauty—your hellish beauty—I was lost, already yours."
Her body shook with his words. Violet had not meant to tease, to be the one in charge, but her own body was uncooperative. Her breath was racing, chest against his, and before she could come up with a witty retort, she grasped his lips once more.
This time the kiss was fierce. She clasped both hands around the back of his head, attacking him ravenously, their tongues entwining in a whirlpool of heat. Their saliva blended in a pash that could only be called raw, unbridled violet.
She kissed him for as long as he could remain underwater, Violet finally drawing away. Her mouth was shiny with moisture, her eyes sparkling with excitement that left his chest constricting. Victor was already losing himself in the wet, hungry kiss, but when she pulled away, his body betrayed him. His mouth was open, a startled moan spilling from it before he could capture it.
Her voice was husky, temptation-full as she spoke. "If you will take me only for you, then just take me. You do not need to be mine alone—because that would make us never strong—but you can never ever forget this… I will always be the most important to you."
Her words wrapped his mind like a spell. She leaned in, whispering with a wicked grin. "You will serve me, warm my bed, and fight for me until your dying breath. Do you accept?"
For an instant, Victor's mind strayed—his desire for the warmth of family flashed before him, the one soul he vowed no one could ever replace. But harsh reality hit him hard. He had no power yet to rescue her, and to think about it now would shatter him. What he required was strength, and Violet was providing him with just that. A bargain with a powerful demoness—something most men would die for. Her terms weren't exorbitant. If this was the cost, then he'd gladly pay it.
He swallowed hard, his tone low but resolute. "Then I will serve you until death… my lady, Violet."
All she had been craving. Her mouth curved in victory before she leaned forward, her tongue playing along the strand of saliva still linking them. She took it into her mouth and licked it up slowly, slowly, before slamming her mouth back on his with rabid hunger. She kissed him as if she already possessed him, feasting on each gasp, each moan.
Victor was barely able to keep pace. His hands remained locked beneath her thighs, holding her close to him, his head fully at her mercy. She adored the position, adored the way that he had to submit, the way she could pull on his hair and angle his mouth as she chose. Her hips ground against him with each movement, the rub against her ass sending her into a frenzy.
He wished to remind himself that this was only for her—that he was doing it because she insisted. But the truth seared through him: he loved every moment. Her lips were sin itself, her body a temptation that reduced his self-control to ashes. The softness of her lips, the flavor of her tongue, even the feel of her ass pressing into his palms—it all overwhelmed him.
Minutes ticked by, their kisses breaking only long enough for ragged gasps of breath before colliding again. Violet held on to him like a hungry lover wanting to merge their bodies, her sensual presence ensnaring him until he was convinced he'd drown in her.
When their lips parted again at last, Victor gasped, his chest heaving as he struggled to get steady. Clutching her to him, he breathed against her ear, "Perhaps we should… go somewhere else."
Her smile grew, wicked and teasing. "Let's make a room," she said in a sensual purr.
Victor's brow furrowed slightly, perplexed. "Make… a room?"
Violet chuckled softly, brushing a finger across his cheek. "You'll see." She snapped her fingers with casual grace. Behind her, a strange structure shimmered into existence—small at first, but quickly shaping itself into solid walls, glowing faintly with a purple aura that radiated both danger and allure.
Victor's eyes widened in disbelief. He shook his head slightly, his voice trembling. "What… what is this?"
Her eyes never left his, her face a mixture of pride and temptation. "I still have a bit of energy left to mold this space. Just enough to provide us with privacy… and pleasure." She leaned her forehead on his, her lips grazing his as she breathed, "Now, let's go."
Victor could only nod, his heart racing. He had no idea if he was prepared, but he couldn't help himself anymore.