She was pink lace, it was black leather.
Aria was innocent nibbles, it was fucking starving.
She was curious, it was fucking interested.
They couldn’t be more different if they tried.
The monster smelled me and wanted what it had scented. It had terrified Aria. It was excited because it had finally found a male strong enough to take it on without destroying him. Aria hated me, and I fucking loved that she did. Fucking someone you hated was hard, raw, painful, and so fucking beautiful. It was going barebones with something that you’re not afraid to break, and fuck, did I crave the need to snap her in half.
Aria fucking rattled, which was rare and even more so considering her tender age. The noises drove me insane, and fuck if I didn’t answer the call to her creature willingly. I wanted to see it, to discover if it would be primal, unbreakable, and so much fucking more.
I hadn’t heard a female creature rattle in over six hundred years, and those who could have lost their ability. Yet Aria answered my beast, and fuck if it hadn’t made my dick hard to respond to a female’s call.
The issue was, I had no fucking idea what she was or how she could do it. Mimics could make the sound, but it never demanded a response. Her noises excited, aroused, and elicited a visceral response that couldn’t be ignored—and that pissed me off.
The monster within her—wanted me in a primal manner its host couldn’t comprehend or would ever understand. It was why when she looked at me, her back arched and her hips parted, demanding I fucking mount her regardless of where we were or who was watching us. Her pupils dilated to allow the monster inside to peer out, see, and learn who it was craving with wild hunger. Her pussy gushed for me, inviting me by scent, telling me it was ripe and needed me to fuck it hard and fast. My balls fucking ached when I walked away without satisfying my need deep in her belly.
The little bitch host… She was too fucking soft for that. Break the host before it prepares the monster to enter the world, you kill the monster also. I wanted to play with that monster in the worst way, and it knew it. It could sense the alpha that was prowling around it and refused to give me its back. I took it by force, proving I could, and it purred for me.
The monster would roar for me when I made it come, and come it would, repeatedly until I let it go. Aria had no idea what wanted her or why she wanted it too. Didn’t fucking matter, she was now on my radar, and mine until I decide otherwise.
Her mother knew what she’d done and tried to rectify it, but she couldn’t have even if she’d tried wholeheartedly to abort the monsters she grew within her womb. Once planted, they held on, refusing to let go until they sucked air into their lungs and came to life. By the time they drew their first breath, it was too fucking late to rectify the mistake.
It was unclear which king of the Nine Realms she fucked, but I’d narrowed it down to the worst ones who craved to create forbidden life, and Aria was the final result of what they created. Bloodlines be damned, she took after the monsters they feared. The ones the families fled from when they left the Nine Realms behind claiming to need another one, but we didn’t. They just wanted out before they were victims to the beasts who hunted them.
The problem was, they forgot to close the fucking door on their way out. They sought to control us, to tell who could and who couldn’t leave the Nine Realms. Conceited fucks thought they were strong enough to prevent our kind from escaping their cages, but we cracked those cages the moment we entered this realm. We just waited for the time to strike against them, and that time was now.
The other leaders of the rebellion sent me here to deal with this realm. Me; the beast they pretend didn’t exist, the darkest, deadliest monster within their arsenal, and now they wanted me to protect some little witch? I was the one asshole who wouldn’t protect her, not when everything male inside of me craved the woman she would become. Not when I helped make the problems start to begin with.
The one thing I never expected to find was Aria, with a monster from the Nine Realms hidden in pretty pink flesh, right in front of their fucking noses. I’d assumed she was pliant, an easy fuck, but then her monster rattled to mine, and I felt it.
I’d gazed into her eyes and knew she was different. Everything within me said to destroy her now before she ended up in my way. She would be messy, and I wanted to see her unfold, but I couldn’t afford to get sidetracked right now. Not when all my plans were coming into play.
If it was one of the council members within the Nine Realms who wanted her safe, I’d have already wrapped my hands around her throat and fucked her until the life drained from her pretty turquoise eyes, but it wasn’t them who wanted her alive.
The monsters of the Nine Realms decreed she live, that she survived and be brought back with me. That’s a bad fucking day for her, but not for me. In my realm, I can claim her. I can mount her to the wall and leave her there, destroying everything she was and building her into what I wanted her to be.
My smile lifted, the picture my mind painted of her naked on my wall like a prized trophy made my dick rock hard. Her body pliable, fuckable at my whim, and that naughty little mouth of hers parted on a silent scream as she realized where she was, and who owned her in every fucking way. Would she still talk back then? Would she still fucking fight me? I fucking hoped so. Aria Primrose was mine, that much was a given. She had my name on her thigh, and that wasn’t something that could ever be undone. No one could erase that mark except for me, and I liked it there.
I’d set the stage, unhinged the staff. My men fought to get through the door, scaring her until she did what I had wanted her to do, letting me write my name on her flesh. I tagged her cunt, her body, her pleasure. I wrote my name on her flesh, watching as it pushed through her flesh, marking her immortal soul forever. The only way out of that marking is through death, and I wouldn’t allow that to happen. Not after tasting her passion or seeing those eyes igniting with need. I may hate that I fucking wanted her, but that didn’t change the fact that I still did.
I’d tasted her delicious pussy, licking it greedily when the magic took hold and held her within a state of need neither of us could fight. She’d dripped down my chin as I fucked that heated slit with my mouth, knowing damn well they both watched me taking them over the edge. I’d felt her body shivering, shaking, and the sweet noises she’d made as she rode my face, making my cock explode without even being buried in her untried flesh. That shit never happened to me until Aria, but her pleas had fucked me harder than any woman had ever managed before her. I’d made her hurt from coming so hard and so fast that she’d whimpered, crying my name, pleading for me to stop giving her pleasure.
I’d punished her for making me come like some little fucking boy finding his first wet hole and playing with his cock in it. I didn’t grant her wish for mercy, devouring her until tears streamed down her cheeks. Hours had passed by in a blur, hours of nothing but tasting the sweetness of her body as she came apart for me beautifully as her inhibition shed, and the glimpse of the woman she was becoming was uncaged.
I’d never wanted to fuck anyone as hard as I wanted to fuck her with her thighs dropped wide open with invitation, and her pussy glistening with cum as I’d eaten that pineapple-flavored flesh, and fuck if I didn’t crave pineapple after tasting it on her. It had taken everything I had not to fuck that pussy, which dripped so wantonly against my lips. I still tasted it, and fuck if I didn’t still crave more.