Dark Souls

The Deadly Obsession

"...And God help anyone who disrespected his queen." -Viola Davis, Suicide Squad

Cole didn't know what drew him in. But everything about her did. 

Her name was Amaya, and she was f*****g powerful. Which was all he knew, unfortunately.

 But he wanted to know more. 

Which was the first thing he's wanted in a long time. He had, had plenty of s*x before. Witches, demons, hell even a werewolf. But never had he felt or cared for any of it. It always left him feeling more hollowed, more empty. 

 But now? He had her. 

He felt something and it wouldn't stop tugging at him. Something about the dark witch had Cole wanting to blow up empires. 

All to see her naughty little smile of mischief. 

Going to a lair in the underground of Sombre, he could feel his skin crawling. He drank his Demon Spirit, as his eyes moved along the pit. 

The hot bodies gyrated around Cole with energy. They all gave off the smell of blood, s*x, and chaos.  Cole's eyes moved through the pit of demons looking for her. His eyes seemed to see through the pathetic demons and he hissed in annoyance. 

Just when Cole's temper was about to flare dangerously his eyes landed on her beautiful form. She moved beautifully alone, her long raven hair cascading down her back. When she looked up and her hazel eyes locked on him, Cole gulped down his drink.

Amaya huffed in irritation and turned towards the exist. 

Cole slinked behind her and grabbed her arm. "Ugh! What do you want?" 

Cole pushed the little witch back against the wall. "You've been avoiding me." Amaya's jaw tightened, "No I haven't. It's called a one and done. I've done it plenty don't think you're special." Cole punched the wall by Amaya's head and then slowly leaned into her. "I can tell you're lying. I know the only men that have touched your skin were no more than food to you." 

Sliding his fingers on the sliver of her stomach peeking out from her halter top, Cole chuckled as she shivered, "I wrecked your body and put it back together again. Something about you makes me hard as granite darling. I don't want to stop." 

Attacking her mouth in vicious kisses, Cole growled, "I want more." 

Amaya stumbled back a little light headed. 

She fell back against the metal door and stared at the mysterious man in front of her completely confused. 

Cole didn't think she could be more beautiful underneath the red blinking lights. In the disgusting entrance of the demon lair, she made it seem like the taj mahal at sunset. Her long hair falling around her beautifully. Trouble brewing in her eyes. Her pink lips kiss swollen. 

Amaya leaned on the den's entrance door and panted to Cole, "Go away." Cole shook his head as he approached her. Slamming his hands on the metal door, Cole growled, "No! You liked the way I f****d you." 

Amaya turned her head away. "Dude..." Cole pressed his hard c**k against her thigh, "It's Cole...know my name so you can scream it tonight in my bed." Amaya peered up at Cole with her big eyes showing him turbulent thoughts. 

Leaning into her ear, Cole pressed sweet kisses against them and whispered, "Don't listen to your mind, what does your body want?" He kept kissing down her neck, his soft lips teasing her. Amaya began to wiggle under Cole's hands and he groaned when he stepped back and saw she had removed her sexy lacy panties. 

Standing in her little skater skirt, boots, and halter top, Amaya looked f*****g sinful as her skin flushed with lust. Cole took the panties from her, inhaling her delicious scent he watched her eyes brighten into a hungry red. "f**k me. Now." 

The urgency of Amaya's command sent Cole berserk. He undid his jeans quickly before kissing Amaya roughly again. Moaning, Amaya arched into Cole as his rough jeans rubbed against her needy cunt. 

Cole picked her up against the door in as he positioned his c**k at her entrance, he looked into her eyes as she sunk down on his c**k. Cole groaned as he settled snuggly inside of her. f*****g her hard and thunderously, both their bodies shook as their power seemed to amplify off each other. 

Everyone in the demon pit seemed to get off on the power being thrown off from their f*****g. In seconds an orgy broke out as Amaya came screaming.

Cole grunted pulling out of her, his c*m falling on the ground. Panting both looked at each other, fangs and eyes so different. But somehow radiating the same heat. 

Cole yanked Amaya's skirt down and hissed, "You're coming home with me." Amaya didn't protest as he roughly grabbed her and led her out of the club. Neither paying attention to the sounds of s*x coming from the pit.

Cole took Amaya to his cabin in the woods. It was modest and modern, the three bedroom, four bathroom home giving off a rich vibe. 

Walking into the house, Amaya accepted a scotch from Cole. He led her into his bathroom and told her to wash up. After a nice hot shower, Amaya walked in her red and black lace bra and Cole's sweats into his living room. Cole's eyes darkened as he stood in the fire light looking at her in nothing but his clothes and a bra. 

He knew she didn't have on panties because he had them. 

And he planned to keep them.

Amaya sat down on the couch swallowing hard as Cole stalked to her. He filled her another scotch and looked her over. 

Amaya looked up through her lashes as Cole's black hands stroked her skin like a priceless fur. "What are you doing?" Cole grinned and pushed her back on the couch, "Admiring. What do you use in your baths?" 

Sighing Amaya admitted, "I buy bath bombs from this witch I met in Amsterdam for special occasions. But on the day to day, I used jasmine, vanilla, honey, and lavender." Cole hummed as he inhaled her sweet scent, "You smell of it. It's mouth watering." 

Breathing heavily when his hot breath touched her sensitive p***y, Amaya gasped as Cole growled, "I want to f**k this little hole with my tongue until you're gushing for me." 

When Cole stood above her looking down at her like he didn't know where to start, Amaya giggled and bit her finger. "What do you want to do to me?" Cole chuckled darkly, "f**k you, in more ways than one. And then make you squirt so hard you forget how to walk. I want to suck on your clit until you can't move. And I want to watch every face you make as I make you c*m over, and over again." 

Amaya looked up at Cole, her little p***y dripping with lust for him. "Yes." Cole smirked and lifted his little hellion up, "Then we're going to my bed."