Dirty Pact—2

He slammed into me, and the air left my lungs.

Not a moan. Not a scream. Just pure, choked silence as Rhaziel filled me to the brink. It was too much—too fucking much—but my body didn’t care. My cunt clenched around him like it was made for this, like it had been starving for this brutal stretch my entire life.

“Fuck,” I gasped, clawing at his arms, nails digging into his rune-marked skin.

He growled, low and guttural. “That’s it, little witch. Take every inch. Your body remembers who owns it now.”

Then he started to move.

No warning. No slow build.

Just hard, punishing thrusts—dragging out of me only to slam back in, burying himself to the hilt over and over. The stone altar cracked beneath my hips from the force. Every time he bottomed out, I swore I saw stars.

My cries filled the room. Not from pain—but from need. From the overwhelming pleasure that coiled through every nerve ending like fire. His cock hit so deep I swore he was fucking my soul, every thrust grinding against a spot that made my back arch off the altar.

“You summoned me for this?” he snarled. “To be ruined?”

“Yes—yes—fuck—Rhaziel—”

He grabbed my throat, not tight enough to choke, just enough to hold me there, his golden eyes glowing like they could see straight through me. “You wanted a demon. Not a lover. Not a fuckboy. A monster.”

I nodded desperately, tears brimming in my eyes from the overwhelming stretch. “I wanted you.”

“Then you’ll take all of me.”

His other hand grabbed my leg, yanked it over his shoulder, and the angle changed—deeper, harder, sharper.

I screamed.

My orgasm slammed into me like a brick wall. My cunt spasmed around his cock, and he didn’t stop. He just *kept going*, pounding into me like he owned my body, like he was carving his name inside me with every brutal thrust.

“Good little witch,” he growled, voice ragged. “Cumming on my cock already.”

“I—I can’t—fuck—”

“You can.” His claws gripped my hips, digging deep enough to bruise. “You’re going to cum again. And again. Until I say stop.”

My head thrashed against the altar. I was soaked, thighs trembling, drooling down my chin. My breasts bounced with every thrust, nipples raw and aching from his earlier bite. I couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe.

And still—I wanted more.

He pulled out halfway, then slammed back in, balls slapping against my ass with every stroke. Sweat dripped from his chest onto mine, and every ridge of his cock scraped against me in the most perfect, agonizing way.

Another orgasm tore through me—no warning. Just white-hot pleasure exploding behind my eyes, blinding and savage.

I screamed again, hoarse, raw.

Rhaziel’s grin widened.

“Say my name,” he growled.

“Rhaziel—fuck—please—”

“Louder.”

“RHAZIEL!”

He grabbed both thighs, yanked me down the altar, and flipped me like I weighed nothing. My chest hit the cold stone, and he didn’t even give me a chance to breathe before he was inside me again from behind.

The angle split me wide. My pussy clenched, stuffed full again, my legs barely holding me up. His claws wrapped around my waist, keeping me in place as he started thrusting again—rougher, faster, the sound of wet, slick slaps filling the air.

“I’m going to fill you,” he growled into my ear, voice feral. “Flood your womb. Mark you from the inside out.”

“Yes—please—do it—”

“You want me to breed you like a filthy little human slut?”

“Yes!”

His hand snaked between my legs, fingers finding my clit, and he rubbed in tight, brutal circles. I shattered. Again.

I didn’t even recognize the sound that came out of me—high, wild, animal. My legs buckled, my body convulsing around his cock, and Rhaziel didn’t stop. He kept fucking me through it, holding me up, using my spasming cunt like it was made for him alone.

“Such a good girl,” he murmured, almost tender. “So fucking perfect for me.”

My mind was gone.

I couldn’t form a single thought.

Then I felt it—his cock swelling inside me. Thickening. Locking in place.

“Oh fuck,” I gasped. “You’re—”

“Knotting you,” he growled, biting down on my shoulder hard enough to bruise. “You’ll take my seed, witch. Every drop.”

The pressure pushed me into another orgasm. My third? Fourth? I’d lost count.

Rhaziel slammed in one last time and roared—actually roared—as his cock swelled impossibly wide inside me. Hot, thick cum shot deep into my womb, flooding me with a heat that sent shockwaves through my core. I felt every pulse, every twitch, and it just kept coming.

Endless. Possessive. Demonic.

By the time he was done, I was limp across the altar, slick with sweat, thighs coated in cum, drooling onto the stone.

He stayed buried inside me, cock still knotted, breath hot on my neck.

“You made a good deal,” he whispered. “But you didn’t read the fine print, did you?”

My eyes fluttered open, dazed.

He chuckled darkly.

“You don’t summon Rhaziel for one night,” he said. “You summon me forever.”

My heart thudded weakly.

“You’re mine now, Calla. Your pussy. Your soul. Your screams. All mine.”

And as his knot pulsed one last time, releasing another rush of heat into my broken, overstimulated cunt, I realized something that should’ve terrified me.

I wasn’t scared.

I was wet.