The Demon Knows My Vice

Moros was practically inebriated on the pained reactions he was able to pull from Mariah's soul as he tormented her relentlessly. But as much fun as he was having destroying her, the demon brute began to see she was trying to retreat from him. She was crumbling in on herself, refusing to look him in the eye, dissociating from the assault and just struggling through it. He had successfully subdued her body, but her tenacious spirit remained defiant. She refused to scream for him, denied him that which he desired from her. How dare she! The little bitch thought she was tough now, did she? Well, Moros would show her the folly of her defiance. Although he was pleased to see the strength of his blood manifesting in her spirit, it only incited more aggression from the giant brute atop her back. He would break her one way or another...

Accepting her silence, Moros snarled as he slammed himself as deep within Mariah as he could physically go, caring little for any pain he inflicted upon her in the pursuit of his dominance and his ecstasy. In fact, her pain just deepened his pleasure. It was what she deserved as a fae. This was her place in the world. As he approached his finish, Moros' hips rolled and pummeled hers with such force that if her legs hadn't already given out, he surely would have thrown her off her paws. Grunting and panting, Moros bared his fangs and grit his teeth, feeling that coiled spring within him tighten to the point of exploding. His claws scrabbled on the dark ground, tore and rent into Mariah's thighs and hips. Then with one final hard push, he collided their hips and locked them together by their anatomy, throwing his head back with a feral snarl as he hit his climax. Moros saw stars as he exploded within Mariah, howling his demented pleasure into the abyss, letting the song of his ecstasy ring out around them as he came undone.

Though he had finished, he was not done with Mariah just yet. She hung from him, well used and fucked raw. Bred like a proper bitch and put in her place. Maybe now she'd learn what her purpose was in life. Just in case, he would make sure he drove the point home. Leaning his body down over Mariah's, Moros gave a slow, lewd lick across the back of one of her crimson ears, letting his hot panting breath wash over the back of her neck. "This is your place, Mariah... Pinned beneath a brute, accepting the pups he fills your belly with, continuing his bloodline litter after litter until you're all used up... It's all a weak, scrawny bitch like you is good for." Of course, Moros could not plant children within Mariah—what with being dead and all—but that didn't mean some other brute couldn't. He'd just get her good and broken in for the lucky son of a bitch that got to tie her down. It'd be the most use his descendant could ever be, even if it meant watering down his blood. She was pretty much a dead end anyway if she was this weak and pathetic in the living realm too.

Still conjoined to her, Moros decided he had his fun with Mariah, and now it was time to cut her loose until their next meeting. Rising up above her in a display of dominance, tail curling up over his spine, the brute chuckled low and threatening in his throat. "I hope you learned some valuable lessons tonight, Mariah. I look forward to seeing you again to show you even more. And don't you worry, you will be seeing me again." Sharp fangs gleamed in a wicked smile, and then Moros held her head still while he lunged down and snapped his jaws around the back of Mariah's neck. Those fangs tore through the scrawny fae's flesh, cutting through muscle and sinew straight down to bone, and once Moros had Mariah's spine in his jaws, he bit down hard and yanked back. There was a sickening crunch and snap of bone breaking, and then Mariah was gone, disappearing into thin air like a fine mist. He knew he could not kill her, and doing so would just wake her up abruptly in the living world, but it would still be a brutal and cruel punctuation to end their first encounter with. Sated and satisfied, Moros flopped onto his back in the darkness with a content sigh and a wide grin on his face, eagerly awaiting the next little morsel to land in his web.

- exit Moros -

"Moros"