Sinful Bonds of the Abyss
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The rain lashed against the grimy windows of the abandoned warehouse on the edge of Chicago’s industrial sprawl, thunder rumbling like a beast in heat. Lena clutched Jax’s thick forearm, her nails digging into the ridged, obsidian scales that ran up his arm like veins of midnight. They’d barely stumbled through the rift—a jagged tear in reality that spat them out into this drenched human world—before his massive hands were on her, ripping at the soaked remnants of her dress.
His breath was hot sulfur against her neck, eyes glowing like molten gold in the dim flicker of distant streetlights. “You think that hellfire show back there changes anything?” he growled, voice a gravelly rumble that vibrated through her bones. “That sinful power in your veins… it’s mine now. All mine.”
Chapter 1: Fractured Gates 💋
Lena’s back hit the cold concrete wall, the rough texture scraping her skin like a lover’s urgent teeth. Jax loomed over her, seven feet of corded muscle and demonic fury, his cock already straining against the tattered leather of his breeches—thick as her wrist, ridged like the rest of him, pulsing with infernal heat. She could smell him: smoke and musk, laced with the metallic tang of blood from the council chamber they’d just fled.
Flashback clawed at her mind even as his claws shredded her panties, exposing her slick folds to the chill air. Hours ago—or was it days, time twisting in the abyss—they’d faced Lord Varak and his sniveling acolytes in the Crimson Citadel. Varak, Jax’s scheming uncle, with that traitorous half-breed Kai at his side, her former lover from the human slums. Kai’s eyes had widened when Varak revealed her lineage: descendant of the Abyss Queen, bearer of the sinful curse that let her overrule demonic bonds.
She’d yanked Jax free from their chains, their magic flaring wild. Flames had licked at her skin, searing a blistering mark on her thigh, but she’d pulled him through the portal anyway, sealing it with her shadows as they tumbled into this rain-soaked hellhole.
“Fuck the past,” Jax snarled now, hoisting her legs around his waist. His fingers—long, taloned—probed her entrance, stretching her with two at once. She gasped, the burn mingling with wetness that dripped down her thighs. Rain pounded outside, drowning her moans as he thrust in, no preamble, his girth splitting her open. Inch after infernal inch, ridges dragging against her walls, hitting spots that made stars explode behind her eyes.
The warehouse echoed with wet slaps, her breasts bouncing free from the ruined fabric, nipples pebbled and aching. He latched onto one, fangs grazing the tender flesh, drawing a bead of blood that he lapped up with a growl. Coppery taste flooded her mouth through their bond—the curse’s gift, sharing every sensation. His pleasure thrummed in her veins, sinful and overwhelming, her clit throbbing as if he stroked it himself.
“Harder,” she demanded, nails raking his chest, drawing black ichor that sizzled on the floor. Jax obliged, pounding into her with demonic strength, the wall cracking behind them. Her orgasm built like a rift tearing open, coiling tight in her belly—that subtle swell where their child grew, conceived in the citadel’s shadows. The thought sent her over, walls clenching around him, milking his cock as she screamed into the storm.
He followed with a roar, flooding her with heat that burned and soothed, seed thick and endless, spilling out around his shaft. They slumped together, breaths ragged, rain the only witness to their sinful reunion. But peace was fleeting. Jax pulled out with a wet pop, her body trembling, and pressed his forehead to hers. “Kai’s mark on you… I smell it. That bastard’s coming.”
She shivered, not from cold. Kai, the traitor, bound to Varak now. Their escape hadn’t severed everything.
Chapter 2: Shadows in the Storm
They moved deeper into the warehouse, Jax carrying her like she weighed nothing, his cum still trickling down her legs. The air hung heavy with rust and ozone, puddles reflecting lightning flashes that lit his scaled form in stark relief. Lena’s body ached deliciously, thighs slick, but adrenaline sharpened her senses. The bond pulsed between them—father and daughter in blood, though no human could claim Jax fully. He’d sired her on her mortal mother during an earlier rift breach, then vanished back to the abyss. Reunited in war, their connection had ignited this forbidden fire.
Sinful, yes. But the curse demanded it, weaving their desires into unbreakable steel.
He set her down on a makeshift nest of tarps and crates, his golden eyes scanning the darkness. “Rest, little one. The rift’s echo will draw hunters.” His hand splayed over her belly, possessive, feeling the faint kick within. Pride swelled through the bond, mixed with hunger.
She pulled him down, needing more. Lips crashed together, tongues dueling—his forked, rasping her mouth like velvet sandpaper. She tasted brimstone and herself on him, fingers tangling in his mane of black horns-tipped hair. He stripped fully now, cock rising again, veined and monstrous, pre-cum beading like lava droplets.
“On your knees,” he commanded, voice low thunder. She obeyed, the concrete biting her skin, ass up as he knelt behind. His tongue—long, prehensile—lapped her from clit to ass, delving deep into her folds, then higher, rimming her tight ring with sinful intent. She bucked, moaning, the wet sounds obscene over the rain.
One talon teased her back entrance, slick with her juices, pushing in slow. The stretch burned, but pleasure bloomed, dark and twisted. “Take it,” he murmured, adding a second finger, scissoring. His other hand fisted his cock, stroking as he ate her out, fangs nipping her thighs.
She came again, gushing onto his face, body quaking. He rose, aligning his cock with her pussy first—slamming home in one brutal thrust—then withdrew, slicked, and pressed against her ass. “Breathe,” he grunted. She did, pushing back as the head breached her, ridges popping past the ring. Inch by agonizing inch, he filled her bowels, the fullness obscene, pressing against her womb through thin walls.
Fucking her ass like a beast, balls slapping her clit, hand reaching around to pinch her swollen nub. Lightning cracked, illuminating his feral grin. “My sinful girl… so tight for Daddy.” The word ignited her, taboo heat flooding her core. She shattered, sphincter clenching, milking him until he erupted, painting her insides white-hot.
After, he held her, wings—leathery and vast—folding around them like a cocoon. Vulnerability crept in, her head on his chest, hearing dual heartbeats—one demonic, one human-tainted. “Varak won’t stop. He wants the child.”
Jax’s arms tightened. “Let him come. We’ll drown him in shadows.”
Chapter 3: Traitor’s Whisper
Dawn crept in gray and sullen, rain easing to a drizzle that pattered on the tin roof. Lena woke to Jax’s tongue tracing her spine, cock hard against her thigh. But alarms blared through the bond—footsteps outside, scent of familiar betrayal. Kai.
They dressed in scavenged clothes from the warehouse shadows: her in a too-big jacket smelling of oil and mildew, him in ripped jeans that barely contained his bulk. Hidden in rafters, they watched as Kai slunk in, lithe and pale-skinned, half-demon like her but twisted by Varak’s leash—a glowing sigil on his neck.
“Lena!” he called, voice cracking with false concern. Rain dripped from his dark hair, eyes darting. He’d been her first—gentle, human-like—before Jax claimed her. Now, jealousy festered.
Jax dropped like a shadow, pinning Kai to the ground with one clawed hand. “Traitor scum.” Kai struggled, but Jax’s power surged, freezing him mid-motion.
Lena descended, heart twisting. “Why, Kai? You sold us to Varak.”
He spat, eyes wild. “You chose him. Your own blood. Sinful whore.”
Anger flared. Jax laughed, dark and promising. “She’ll show you sinful.” He bound Kai with shadow chains, ripping his shirt to expose lean muscle marked by scars. Lena knelt, hatred and lust warring—Kai’s cock twitched under his pants, traitorous arousal.
She freed it, stroking the familiar length—human-sized, veined softly. Jax watched, stroking himself. “Suck him dry, then we end it.”
Hesitation flickered, but the bond urged her on. Lips wrapped around Kai’s tip, tongue swirling pre-cum—salty, bitter. He groaned, hips bucking despite bonds. She took him deep, throat relaxing from Jax’s training, gagging wetly as Jax’s hand tangled in her hair, forcing rhythm.
“Look at her,” Jax taunted. “Taking her betrayer’s cock like a good slut.”
Kai whimpered, “Lena… fuck…” She hummed, vibrations drawing curses from him. Jax knelt behind, sliding into her pussy effortlessly, fucking her onto Kai’s dick. Double stuffed in rhythm—mouth and cunt—sensations overloading. Spit trailed her chin, Jax’s balls slapping, Kai’s scent overwhelming: sweat, fear, lust.
She pulled off gasping. “Cum for me, traitor.” Hand pumping furiously, she milked him, hot spurts painting her face as Jax roared, filling her again. Kai sagged, broken.
Aftermath hung heavy. Jax snapped his neck cleanly—no mercy. Body dissolved in shadows. Lena trembled, Jax pulling her close. “No guilt. He chose his path.”
Tears mixed with rain scent. Their bond deepened, sinful necessity forging steel.
Chapter 4: Infernal Craving 🔥
They fled to a seedy motel off the highway, neon buzzing “Vacancy” in flickering red. Room smelled of stale smoke and cheap bleach, bed sagging under Jax’s weight as he threw her onto it. Adrenaline from Kai’s death fueled raw need—clothes shed in frenzy, bodies slick with sweat.
“Need you everywhere,” he rasped, wings unfurling to blot the dim lamp. He devoured her breasts, sucking hard enough to bruise, fangs piercing areolas. Milk? No, just blood—sweet, metallic on his tongue, shared via bond. She arched, fingers in his horns, guiding him lower.
His mouth on her pussy was apocalypse: tongue fucking deep, coiling inside, hitting G-spot while lips sucked clit. She flooded him, thighs clamping his head, screams muffled by thunder outside. He flipped her, ass high, spanking cheeks red—each crack echoing, skin stinging hot.
“Count,” he ordered. “One… thank you, Daddy.” By ten, she was sobbing, pussy dripping onto sheets. He mounted, cock slamming pussy, then switching holes fluidly—ass to cunt, back and forth, ridges wrecking her. Fisting? His hand joined, three fingers in ass while cock ravaged pussy, stretching impossibly.
“Too much… oh god, sinful fullness!” she wailed, orgasms chaining—one peaking as next built, squirting arcs soaking his abs. He pulled hair like reins, pounding merciless, until knot at base swelled, locking them. Cum erupted in waves, belly distending slightly from volume.
Locked together, he rocked gently, whispering filth. “Our babe feels it… growing strong on Daddy’s seed.” Tenderness after: wings cocooning, kisses soft on bite marks. But conflict brewed—her human side recoiled at the depravity, yet craved more. Jax sensed it, thumb circling her clit lazily. “The curse binds us. Embrace the sin, my love.”
Sleep came fitful, dreams of Varak’s glowing eyes.
Chapter 5: Council’s Echo
Morning brought pursuit—Varak’s rift-probes, shimmering portals sniffing their trail. Jax smashed one with a fist of shadows, but more opened. Flashback: the citadel confrontation reordered in mind. Varak’s magma-veins pulsing as he pressed staff to Jax’s brow, threatening their unborn. “Your sinful bloodline ends here.” Lena’s power had surged then, goddess-whisper freeing them.
Now, in motel parking lot, Varak stepped through—a lithe demon in crimson robes, eyes like coals. Minions flanked, but Jax roared, scimitar—Peace Reaver—flashing.
“Nephew,” Varak sneered. “Give me the breeder. End this.”
Lena stepped forward, shadows coiling. “Touch us, and choke on night.” Battle erupted: blades clashing, magic flaring. Jax cleaved two minions, black blood spraying acrid. Varak hurled firebolts; Lena countered with void tendrils, snaring his legs.
Jax disarmed him, blade at throat. “Mercy, for old blood?” Varak spat defiance. Lena nodded—no quarter. Jax’s strike severed head, body erupting in flames. Portals winked shut, her power sealing echoes.
Victory’s high crashed into lust. Amid gore, Jax pinned her to hood of stolen truck, rain starting again. “Watched you fight… so fierce.” Cock plunged deep, fucking her through clothes half-torn, metal denting under thrusts. Car horns distant, but world narrowed to slick heat, her nails scoring hood paint.
He bit shoulder, drawing blood as she came, legs wrapping tight. “Fill me, make me swell more.” He did, grunting release. After, panting on hood, connection profound—partners in sin, unbreakable.
Chapter 6: Eternal Heat
Weeks blurred in hidden safehouses: a derelict train yard under Chicago’s elevated tracks, then a fog-shrouded cabin by Lake Michigan. Lena’s belly rounded sinful—proof of their union, kicking with demonic vigor. Jax worshipped it nightly, tongue tracing stretch marks, cock nestled between thighs as they slept spooned.
One windswept evening, waves crashing like applause, they fucked on the beach. Sand gritty under her back, salt air thick. He entered slow, savoring—ridges gliding, hands cradling bump. “Feel our child quicken,” he murmured, thrusts deepening emotion.
She rode him reverse, ass grinding, waves lapping feet. Orgasm built tidal, crashing as she screamed sea into wind. He flipped, missionary fierce—eye contact burning souls. “Love you, sinful heart.” Cum joined her floods, sealing fate.
Afterglow: fire crackling nearby, bodies entwined. No more rifts threatened—her seals held. But desire eternal. Jax’s hand dipped low, fingers circling clit. “Again?”
She grinned, pulling him atop. “Always, Daddy. Our sinful forever.”
Thunder rolled approval. In this world remade, they thrived—bound in flesh, blood, abyss.
