Infernal Rapture: Bound by the Beast’s Fire 💋
Craving unleashed forbidden desires between worlds? Dive into the chaos of Jake’s surrender.
Chapter 1: Stormbound Temptation | Chapter 2: Claws of Confession | Chapter 3: Blood-Kissed Fury 🔥 | Chapter 4: Winged Ravaging | Chapter 5: Eternal Shadow Claim | Chapter 6: Fractured Dawn 💋
Chapter 1: Stormbound Temptation
Rain hammered the motel roof like fists from some pissed-off god. Jake slammed the door behind him, heart pounding from the dash across the parking lot. Water dripped from his soaked blond hair, plastering his shirt to his broad chest—chest that heaved with more than just the sprint. Inside room 7, the air hung thick, stale with old smoke and something sharper, muskier. Zane lounged on the sagging bed, his lithe frame coiled like a predator mid-prowl. Those obsidian eyes gleamed under the flicker of a neon sign bleeding red through the blinds.
No party rooftop bullshit here. This was a nowhere town off the interstate, a pit stop during Jake’s solo drive to clear his head after years of playing house with Sophia. She’d been his anchor, the yoga-instructor sweetheart everyone adored. But anchors dragged you down sometimes. He’d called her from a gas station earlier, voice cracking as he ended it. “I can’t pretend anymore.” Her sobs still echoed in his skull.
Zane wasn’t human. Far from it. Met him two nights back at a dive bar by the train tracks—Jake nursing whiskey after a delayed layover, Zane slipping in like smoke, horns curling wickedly from his forehead like ram’s twists, gleaming obsidian-black with veins of molten gold pulsing faintly. Skin pale as moonlight, etched with faint tribal scars that glowed when he laughed. Wings folded tight against his back, leathery and veined like a bat’s nightmare, tail swaying lazy behind, tipped with a spade that flicked like it had a mind. Outworlder. Demon stock, from the rift-scarred badlands across the veil. But fuck, those eyes promised sins Jake had only jerked off to in secret.
“You look like a drowned rat, pretty boy.” Zane’s voice rumbled low, dual-toned—like gravel over silk. He stretched, shirt riding up to show ripped abs dusted with fine black hair. The room smelled of him now, over the mildew: brimstone spice and raw male heat.
Jake stripped off his shirt, tossing it with a wet slap. His cock twitched already, traitorous. “Storm’s a bitch. Train got fucked anyway.”
Zane’s tail lashed, brushing Jake’s calf accidental-on-purpose. Electricity zipped up his leg. He remembered their first brush—Zane’s hand steadying him at the bar, warm as fresh-forged iron. Conversation flowed easy, beers turned to shots. Jake spilling about Sophia, the vanilla life choking him. Zane grinning fangs that could shred flesh. “Humans chain themselves. Break free.”
Now, here. Door locked. No friends banging. Just thunder and temptation.
Zane rose fluid, closing distance. Six feet of lean muscle, hotter than a furnace. “Sophia who? You’re mine tonight.” Not a question.
Jake swallowed, throat dry despite the wet. Guilt gnawed, but lust chewed harder. Zane’s hand cupped his jaw, thumb tracing lips. Taste of salt rain mingled with Zane’s exhale—cinnamon fire.
Chapter 2: Claws of Confession
Jake’s back hit the wall, peeling wallpaper cool against his skin. Zane pressed in, thigh slotting between Jake’s legs, grinding deliberate. Fabric rasped; Jake’s jeans tented obscenely. “Admit it,” Zane growled, nose brushing Jake’s. “You’ve craved this since the bar. My kind’s poison in your veins.”
Flashback hit Jake like a freight: train depot haze, clinking glasses. Zane’s tail had coiled ’round his ankle under the table, hidden. Electric tease. Jake’s dick had hardened then, spilling secrets—how Sophia’s soft touches bored him, how he devoured porn of rough beasts claiming men. Zane’s laugh vibrating the booth. “Come with me, mortal. I’ll ruin you proper.”
Now, ruin loomed. Zane’s claws—retractable, sharp as hell—raked Jake’s chest, drawing pink lines that stung sweet. “Say you want my cock splitting you. Say you dumped that prissy bitch for demon dick.”
Jake gasped, hips bucking. “Fuck… yes. Ended it for you. Need it raw.” Words tumbled, freeing chains. Zane’s mouth crashed down, fangs nicking lip. Blood bloomed—copper tang mixing with Zane’s tongue, thick and probing, owning every inch.
They broke apart panting. Zane shoved Jake onto the bed, mattress groaning. Boots kicked off, jeans yanked. Jake’s thick shaft sprang free, veined and leaking pre-cum like a faucet. Zane licked fangs, shedding his own clothes. Holy shit. Zane’s body was sculpted sin: cock massive, ridged subtly along the underside, balls heavy and drawn tight. Tail whipped air, wings half-unfurling with a leathery snap, filling the room with shadow and musk.
“Touch my horns,” Zane commanded, straddling Jake’s thighs. Those twists curved up fierce, warm under Jake’s trembling fingers. Stroke one, and Zane hissed, hips jerking. Tail wrapped Jake’s wrist, guiding bolder caresses. Pleasure-pain jolted through—horns wired straight to Zane’s groin, apparently. Jake’s free hand gripped that ridged cock, stroking. Velvet steel, scorching.
Zane’s growl shook the walls. “Good boy. Milk me.” Pre-cum slicked Jake’s palm, spicy-sweet scent overwhelming.
Whispers in the Dark
New tension brewed. Outside, lightning cracked; inside, Zane’s eyes flared crimson. “Ever tasted demon cum?” He smeared pre across Jake’s lips. Jake sucked fingers clean—bitter fire, addictive.
But Zane pulled back sudden. “Not yet. Earn it.” He flipped Jake prone, tail pinning arms. Claws shredded underwear remnants. Ass exposed, cool air kissing hole. Zane spat, glob landing hot-wet. Fingers—two, thick—probed, scissoring brutal. Jake moaned into the pillow, tasting musty fabric, body arching.
” virgin-tight ass like this? Sophia never stretched you?” Zane taunted.
“Never… only her fingers, soft shit.” Jake confessed muffled.
Laughter dark. Third finger invaded, curling prostate-hit. Stars burst; Jake’s cock wept below.
Chapter 3: Blood-Kissed Fury 🔥
Zane withdrew fingers with a pop. Jake whined loss. Then—weight. Zane’s cockhead nudged, ridged promise. “Beg.”
“Please, fuck me bloody.” Jake begged crude, hips pushing back desperate.
Zane thrust savage—one brutal slide burying balls-deep. Jake screamed, raw burn blooming to ecstasy. Ridges dragged inner walls, sparking nerves alive. Full, split, owned. Zane didn’t gentle; pounded merciless, hips slapping ass thunderous. Sweat-slick skin slid; room reeked sex-salt, brimstone, blood-faint.
Wings fully spread now, blotting the bulb, casting infernal gloom. Tail uncoiled wrists, plunged in alongside cock—tip breaching ring, double-stuffing. Impossible stretch. Jake howled, vision blurring. Touch overload: velvet ridges stroking prostate, tail’s spade wriggling deep, massaging.
“Fuck, your hole milks me,” Zane snarled, claws digging shoulders. Blood welled—hot trickles down Jake’s back. Pain fueled fire; Jake’s dick throbbed untouched, edge dancing.
Zane yanked hair, arching Jake. Fangs sank neck—piercing deep. Blood flowed; Zane lapped greedy, growling vibrations humming cock inside. “Mine. Marked.”
Jake came untouched—ropes splattering sheets, body convulsing. Zane roared, flooding ass with seed—scalding, endless pulses. Overflow dripped thighs, sticky heat.
They collapsed tangled, breaths ragged. Zane licked wounds closed-ish, tongue rasping tender now. “First blood-bond. You’re addicted now.”
Jake shuddered aftershocks, tasting copper-kiss on lips. Guilt flickered—Sophia texting frantic?—but Zane’s scent drowned it.
Flash of the Past
Memory surged: bar’s jukebox crooning blues, Zane’s hand under table stroking thigh. “Leave her. Fly with shadows.” Jake had bolted instead, train-bound. But dreams haunted—Zane claiming him public, crowd cheering. Woke hard, jerking frantic.
Sophia sensed drift, arguments escalating. “Who’s he?” No name then. Jake stonewalled.
Now, reality eclipsed fantasy.
Chapter 4: Winged Ravaging
Dawn crept gray, but sleep fled. Jake stirred, ass sore delicious, sheets crusty. Zane pinned him still, cock semi-hard nestled cleft. “Round two, pet.”
New scene: Zane hauled Jake to bathroom, cracked mirror reflecting debauch. Steam from shower hissed; water scalded initially, then soothed bruises. Soap foamed—Zane’s hands everywhere, crude. “Clean your sloppy hole.” Fingers scooped cum, fed Jake. Taste creamy-spicy, swallowing hooked deeper.
Under spray, Zane dropped to knees surprising. First time: mouth engulfed Jake’s cock, fangs grazing careful-yet-threatening. Throat deep, no gag—demonic trick. Tail teased balls, spade probing ass anew. Jake gripped horns, fucking face brutal. Gurgles wet; eyes water but locked fierce.
“Swallow your load.” Zane commanded muffled. Jake unloaded, balls emptying. Zane gulped audible, not a drop wasted. Stood, kissing messy—share flavor.
Out, not done. Zane bound Jake’s wrists with belt, shoved face-down on dresser. Mirror view: ass up, Zane mounting rear. This time slower torment—inch ridges popping in, eyes holding Jake’s reflection. “Watch me wreck you.”
Pounding built. Wings cocooned, feathers? No, membrane cocooned humid, trapping moans. Claws raked back fresh; blood scented steam. Tail invaded mouth—suck like cock, Jake did, gagging slime. Triple assault: cock ass, tail throat, wings sensory cage.
Climax mutual—Zane knotting somehow, swelling lock-in, pumping volcanic. Jake muffled screams around tail, spurting mirror-white streaks.
Post, Zane unbound gentle, wings wrapping cuddle. “Sophia’s texts? Ignore. You’re rift-torn now.”
Jake nodded haze, phone buzzing ignored.
Rift Echoes
Flash: Zane’s backstory slipped—exiled outworlder, horns scar from veil-cross war. Hates human fragility but craves it. “You break pretty.”
Jake’s job—construction foreman, callused hands contrasting Zane’s silk-steel. Built life stable, now crumbling thrilling.
Chapter 5: Eternal Shadow Claim
Midday. Checkout loomed, but storm raged anew. Zane paced feral, cock hard perpetual. “Public fuck. Risk it.”
New scene: motel lot deserted-ish, rain veiling. Truck cab—Jake’s beat-up F-150. Zane pushed him passenger seat-back, mounting reverse-cowboy. Windows fogged instant; rock music blasting cover moans.
Tail wound steering wheel anchor; wings cramped awkward, adding edge. Zane rode hard, ass slamming thighs. Truck rocked suspicious. “Someone sees, they watch demon dick-stuff human slut.”
Jake gripped seat, thrusting up. Crude talk fueled: “Breed my guts, beast.” Zane bit shoulder audible crunch, blood through shirt. Cum second load, flooding till belly-bulge faint.
Risk peaked—truck lights flashed nearby. Zane cloaked them shadow-magic, wings pulsing dark. Escape: Zane leapt out, wings spread full—first flight Jake witnessed. Carried bridal over lot to woods edge, depositing cum-dripping.
Trees dripped; moss soft bed. Zane flipped Jake spread-eagle, tail-wings pinning limbs. Feasted hole—tongue miles long, coiling inner. Jake writhed, tasting pine-earth-musk ass-flavor when Zane kissed.
Then sixty-nine savage: Jake gagging ridges, balls musky; Zane throat-fucking while tail balls-deep ass-probe.
Orgasms chained—three each, bodies slick mud-cum-blood.
“You’re my thrall,” Zane whispered stars-out. Jake agreed, Sophia ghost.
Chapter 6: Fractured Dawn 💋
Final hours. Motel vacancy sign buzzed. Jake dressed shaky, wounds throbbing badge. Zane donned clothes casual-miracle, horns glamour-hidden? No, brazen.
Door bang—manager? No, Jake’s phone: Sophia voicemail, hysterical. “Road trip? With who?”
Zane snatched, smashed dramatic. “No chains.”
But conflict new: Zane’s eyes darkened. “Rift pulls me back soon. Wars call.”
Jake panicked. “Stay. Fight for us.”
Laughter sad. “Humans break.” Yet pulled close, final fuck tender-raw. Missionary stare-deep, cock grinding slow ridges prostate-constant. Whispers: “Love your ruin.” Cum synced, tears salt-mingled.
Post, Zane stepped back. Wings unfurled full span, blotting room. “Claimed forever. Feel me always.” Tail flicked cheek kiss.
Leapt window, soaring storm-pierce. Shirt? No, Jake’s belt left token coiled finger.
Jake collapsed bed, scent lingering. Guilt ash; pleasure inferno. Drove on alone? No. Felt rift-tug inner. Hooked eternal.
Sophia called again. Ignored. New life: beast-chased.
Thunder faded. Jake smiled bloody lips. Rapture bound.
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