Dark Souls

The Possessive Devil

"True love is not real unless it's returned." -Katherine Pierce, The Vampire Diaries. 

Amaya couldn't stop him. 

It.  

The awful gross feeling that came bubbling up when she sees him. 

Amaya didn't know the feelings Cole Hunter provoked in her. But he provoked all of them with the slightest effort. 

After a truly satisfying night in his sheets, Amaya tried to go back to ignoring him. But like a child waiting for the ice cream man, she waited impatiently for Cole to come around again. She didn't understand it, but she craved him. She never craved or cared about any man she was with. 

Because usually she would feel the thirst for their blood, and just like a vampire she would care about it more than their worthless life.

 But Cole had been different. 

The moment she was with him it was enough. His tongue, his hands, his dick...it all hit her in the soul-making her feel an abundant of new emotions she couldn't understand. 

After yet again falling into his bed after trying to avoid him once more, Amaya tried to leave town, but she ended up breaking down in a cold sweat. Body hurting from the amount of pain rushing through her was crippling and impossible to keep going.

 It was like she was tearing herself down the middle. 

Amaya knew then, there would be no running away. No getting away.

Something about Cole snagged her on the hook and she was about to be fried in hot grease. 

In the days to follow, Cole snuck up on her. Kissing her, touching her, and whispering things in her ear that had her knees knocking and panties ruined. 

He refused to f**k her. After giving her the best d**k of her life he was snatching it away. He refused to please her until she promised to be his. But Amaya didn't want to be owned, not by any man.

On Saturday night, he took her back to the pit and they sat in his V.I.P booth. Sipping on strong demon liquor both were getting handsy as the pit bumped with rave-like energy pulsing through the club. Cole stepped away to go to the bathroom leaving her alone to entertain herself. 

Amaya danced alone, her beautiful body moving gracefully as she rose her hands over her head and rolled them down her hips. When she opened her eyes, she looked to see a couple of demons watching her. One came closer, so she held up her hand, "Who are you?" 

The man smiled, his teeth sharp and white resembling a shark. "I am your king. And you? You belong to me." Sitting down where Cole had been sitting before, he looked Amaya over with his icy blue eyes. "So continue to dance w***e. Put on a show to get me ready to f**k you." 

Amaya looked at the man in a complete rage. 

Holding her hands up she chanted, "O se kwe pe se. " Locking them in their bodies, Amaya trapped them with a blood curse. The men all gagged and began hacking up blood. The man who had been sitting so smug before now was dying slowly. 

His skin paling and then rotting as he held his throat in agonizing pain. Falling to his knees in pain as she stared at them bored, Amaya turned to see Cole walking through the still dancing demons covered in blood. 

He held a Scythe in his hands, it's silver blade covered in blood as the black demon wood was perfectly polished. Onyx demon heads were on a ring going through the wooden blade. 

Cole smiled seeing his woman surrounded by death. He flexed his muscles and in one clean movement had the five to seven demons in front of him dying, decapitated. Blood splattered on Amaya who gasped as he stood toe to toe with her. 

"Are you alright?" Cole asked to which Amaya nodded slowly, eyes wide in arousal and shock. Cole grinned and then looked down at the pathetic demon on the ground. His red eyes watering in pain as he suffered immense pain from the blood curse. But it wasn't enough. 

"How dare you think you're good enough for her. You're a pathetic waste of blood and you're not even fit to live as a soul. I want your entire existence to be erased." 

Cole turned and lifted his blade and as his scythe's blade burned with a bright blue fire, it knocked the prick's head to the floor and burned his soul leaving him a hollowed corpse. His head rolled, charred from the force of the magic as his body showered both Cole and Amaya in his blood. 

Amaya looked at Cole and quickly rushed away from him. 

Cole followed behind her and stopped her before she could jump through her portal. Instead, he pulled her through his own and they stood in his living room, soaked in blood. "What's wrong?" Amaya pushed Cole back, "I can't do whatever this is! I just- I can't!" Cole grabbed Amaya's shoulders, "Don't try to walk away from me Amaya. I will not allow you too." 

Amaya huffed as she looked up at Cole annoyed, "You will not allow me? Who the f**k are you to think such misogynist things about me? I'm my own woman." 

Cole suddenly slammed Amaya against the wall making her scream out in pleasure. "No, you're my woman. Any chump that thinks they can take you from me well face a punishment worse than death. But you," Amaya shivered as Cole bit her bottom lip, "Will be f****d so thoroughly you will not be able to feel your v****a when I'm done. YOU'RE. NOT. LEAVING. ME." 

Amaya panted as Cole stroked her clit as her sopping little hole pleaded to be filled. Cole grunted and teleported them into his bathroom. Ripping her out of her little clothes, Cole hissed, "Get in." 

Amaya and Cole soon stood under a hot spray, panting as Cole f****d Amaya hard from behind. She bent over on the bench in the bathroom enjoying Cole's large head ramming hard against her g spot. 

Screaming his name as her p***y gushed for him, Cole began to creampie Amaya's little pink p***y until their mixed c*m leaked out of her, and ran down her thighs. 

Gasping as Cole's naughty tongue began to play around her asshole rim, Amaya jumped, "Oh..." Cole shushed her, "Let me." Amaya bit her bottom lip, "I've never..." Cole shushed her again and began to f**k her again as his fingers played around in her tight little ass. He used their mixed c*m to rub it inside of her ass. 

When he was able to slip in and out of her tight virgin ass he began to use two fingers, and then three. 

Cole pulled out of Amaya's greedy p***y as her thighs shook from the pleasure she lost. Pushing his head into her ass, he felt her stiffen before placing a kiss on her spine, "Easy love, relax for me. Let me f**k your ass." 

Amaya gasped as the words hit her right in the gut and Cole let gravity do its job before f*****g her. Gasping as she took his c**k in her ass, Amaya was spread wide taking his c**k as he rubbed her clit. 

Thighs shaking and a foreign feeling of pleasure coursing through her body, Amaya screamed as Cole grunted into her neck, "Ugh fuck." Cole cursed as she screamed and pleaded to c*m for him. Cole rubbed Amaya's clit as he pumped his c*m into Amaya's hot little ass. Her p***y squirting for him as they both moaned and groaned their release. 

When he could remember how to function he pulled his flaccid c**k out of her ass and watched as his c*m run out of her asshole. He groaned and smacked the sexy little witch's ass. "That's my girl." 

When they stood under the still surprisingly hot water, Amaya began to wash herself up as her legs still shook. Cole followed her lead and as he stood under the other showerhead, Amaya glanced over at him, "What are those?"  Cole turned to face her, as her soft hands ran down his spine. The sigils on his back seemed to grow warm under her touch. 

"When I turned sixteen, instead of my demon nature taking dominance over my true nature, it kind of meshed with my witch genetics. Those appeared when the clock struck midnight." Amaya looked the sigils over and whispered, "I've never seen anything like them before." 

Cole grinned, "I know, I spent years trying to get them interpreted. Nothing." Amaya ran her hands down Cole's black arms as he washed her body. Which consisted of him groping her with soap. 

Amaya touched an old scar on his collar bone that had seemed to heal and grow with his body. "What happened here?" Cole looked down at the five-inch cut he had gotten when he was seven. "I woke up from a nightmare, ran into my momma's room thinking I'd be comforted. She swung on me because...it was the first time she had seen my eyes." 

Confused Amaya looked up into Cole's eyes and they flashed all black and she sighed in understanding, "They scared her." Cole nodded and Amaya wanted to say more but instead looked down at his hands squeezing her breast.

"Enjoying yourself?" 

Cole smirked, "Immensely." And then he pulled her under the spray of the water to enjoy himself more.