Chapter 27

It would still be a short while before his mark took its shape, solidifying their bond. Until then, he looked forward to consummating their binding.

He gently coaxed her to roll over to her back. There were tears of pain staining her cheeks. He cupped her face gingerly as he leaned down and began lightly kissing the tears away. His mouth moved down to place a long, soft kiss to her lips before he rose up to his knees above her. He stared down at her breathless form, eyes half lidded, her hair a wild mess fanning around her as her chest heaved.

He made eye contact with her while he removed his gloves and tossed them to the side, maintaining it as he unfastened his cloak and discarded it with them. Filia felt her heart racing as he came in for another, deeper kiss. She answered in kind as he slipped a hand underneath her, unravelling the bow at the back of her dress, loosening the fabric around her. She could hear the blood rushing through her ears as he pulled the top of her dress down around her arms, exposing her breasts. Wriggling her arms free she reached up and wrapped them around his neck, pulling him closer to her. Her hands traveled down and grasped at the fabric of his top, tugging it free from his pants. Obliging her unspoken request, he broke the kiss long enough to help her pull the garment over his head, tossing it carelessly aside as he returned to her lips. His hand found her breast and massaged it firmly, running his thumb over her perked nipple. His other hand trailed down her side and past her hip, grabbing behind her leg and hooking her thigh up and over his own hip as he moved in closer to her, kicking his shoes off as he did. Running a hand down her leg he discarded her shoe as well, Filia wriggling the other flat off to the floor as his hand caressed her leg back up to her thigh, the skirt of her dress now pooling around her waist.

Releasing her from the kiss, he grabbed both her wrists and pinned her hands together above her head, rearranging them to be held in one of his as the other travelled down. He locked eyes with her as his hand went south. Between her breasts, down her stomach, over her crumpled dress and lightly touched her over her underwear. Xellos could feel her legs tighten around him as he moved her underwear to the side. He watched her eyes roll upwards as he inserted a finger inside her, the moan she made was long and guttural as he started moving the digit in and out. She felt so warm, her channel slick but tight around his finger. After a few thrusts he added a second finger, her legs now clamped hard and shaking around his hips as he used his thumb on the bundle of nerves above her entrance. Every labored breath of her accompanied by a sultry moan that increased in pitch as he brought her closer with every thrust.

The temptation to stop was a strong one. To let her feel a fraction of the frustration that he has felt. He hadn't tasted her rage in such a long time. But this one time he would relent to her. After all, there was plenty of more times to come for him to toy with her. He felt her tighten around his fingers as she strained against his hold. "Just let go Filia. Don't fight it, just feel it," he whispered hotly against her ear. She felt her entire world come undone as the cliffs edge she had been approaching finally arrived. Waves of pleasure starting from his fingers spread all the way up and down her body. She moaned out his name as she spasmed around his intruding digits, thrashing wildly in his grip. Xellos held her firm as he let her ride it out, his fingers never ceasing their rhythmic thrusts in and out, drawing the zenith out as long as he could. She looked absolutely breathtaking as she came undone beneath him. Her back arching up, fully exposing her chest and throat, her eyes widened and full of life, the way she's practically screaming out his name in her bliss, absolutely beautiful.

After seeing her like that once he already knew he wanted to see it again. And again and again and again. He needed to know how many different ways he could bring her to this point. Needed to hear her say his name like that again. He kept going until he felt her body begin to go limp, slowing his movements as she came down. He slowly withdrew his dripping fingers, giving the nerve bundle one last stroke with a wet digit, making her twitch almost violently. He released her hands to swiftly remove his pants, then grabbed the fabric of her dress and pulling it down past her bottom and tail then off, removing her underwear as he did so. She now lay there beneath him, in all her naked glory, her breasts rising with each deep breath, her head tilted to the side with her eyes closed in fulfilment as she basked in her own afterglow, her long pale legs still parted on the bed with him between them, her folds bare for him to see, glistening with her own moisture. Her tail hung limply to the side, he noticed her pink bow she usually wore on it and had an idea. Reaching down he grasped her tail at the tip and plucked the bow from it, letting the appendage fall back down to the bed with a thump. Unwrapping the long fabric he tied one end to one of her hands and looped the rest through a beam at the head of the bed, tying the other end to her remaining hand. Filia's mind was beginning to return to her when she noticed Xellos securing her remaining hand. She gave the knots a testing tug, the bonds held strong. She looked up at him in puzzlement and a twinge of apprehension.

"Xellos?" Filia began to question when Xellos held a finger to her lips, shushing her. He then grabbed her hips and pulled her down further, stretching her arms taught and bringing her flush against his own hips. She could feel something pressing against her between them, her eyes widened in realisation as her hips gave an involuntary wriggle, still feeling very sensitive after coming down from her high. She felt Xellos tense between her legs at the friction she cause, sucking in a breath between gritted teeth.

"Careful dragon girl. Or I might stop being gentle with you," he warned as he placed a supporting hand down beside her, leaning over her as his other hand disappeared down between their bodies. She felt him position himself at her entrance, the sensation sending a small jolt through her as heat began accumulating again in her nethers. He bent down further and captured her lips with his again, his tongue seeking entrance. She hesitantly obliged, opening her mouth to his intrusion. As his tongue swept her mouth she felt him slowly push into her, her body stretching to accommodate him. She tried to moan in discomfort, but his mouth swallowed the sound, like he was trying to drink her pain at the stretch. He carefully pressed on until he was buried to the hilt when he stilled, giving her a chance to adjust. The feeling was a mixture of pleasure and pain as she was stretched to her limit, her hips squirming to try and relieve some of the tension. Her breathing froze when she heard a low menacing growl from his throat. He left her lips and buried his head in the crook of her shoulder, his whole body now tensing. "I told you.." his hips moved oh so very slightly out and in, "to be careful.." another longer thrust out and in, "or I'd stop being so gentle". His voice was pure demonic at this point, grabbing her face and roughly forcing her head to the side he bit down hard on her neck, she cried out as he began moving in and out of her in earnest. Xellos felt his restraint snap as he moved within her, the wriggle of her hips into his pelvis sending all care out of the window as he thrusted hard into her warmth. She was almost unbearable tight around him, had she not also been so wet he doesn't think he would have even been able to enter her without outright tearing her. He could sense her twinges of pain mixed with the pleasure as he kept at his pace, forcing her to learn how to accommodate him quickly, his fingers seeking her bud in an attempt to ease her struggle, for he had no plans of stopping anytime soon.

He could hear her moans of pain turn to ones of pleasure again, her hips beginning to try and meet his thrusts from her stretched out form. His hand stopped its ministrations on her bud to lift her leg over his shoulder before returning to elicit more cries of pleasure from her as he thrusted longer and deeper into her from his new angle, her cries increased in volume at the new position. He began biting and kissing his way along her neck and collar bone, travelling down and leaving red marks that will probably bruise later in his wake. His path of pain lead him to her breasts where he took a nipple in his mouth and sucked hard, swirling the tip around his tongue. Her back was almost arching off the bed into his mouth as she started to scream. He picked up the pace as he felt her tightening around him again, letting go of her nipple he lifted his head and forced her other leg over his spare shoulder, deepening the angle again as her lower half was lifted completely off the bed, his hand reaching up to grasp her throat, restricting her air flow as he forced her to look at him. He watched her struggle against the bindings, her face starting to turn red. When her eyes started to glaze over he released her neck and began furiously pounding into her as fast and hard as he dared, her breath rushing hard back into her lungs as her moans quickly turned to screams. He felt her beginning to spasm around him as her eyes widened and her pupils dilated, a long scream ripping itself from her throat, "XEEEELLLLOOOOSSSSS!" He found himself reaching his own peak with her as she screamed his name so deliciously. His hips jerking as he thrust as deep as he could go.

He slowed his thrusts as they both came down, letting her legs fall off his shoulder and around him as he lay on top of her, still buried deep in her channel. Her voice sounded hoarse as she gasped for breath, he started placing soft kisses where he previously left bruises and welts on her chest and neck while she caught her breath, tasting the salt of her sweat on his lips. He lazily lifted himself from her and lay beside her, gently pulling her towards him. Unfastening one of her wrists so she could curl into him easily, he tucked her head under his chin. He took a passing glance around the room, it was almost completely destroyed. The violence in which their magics had collided completely upended the place, furniture had been broken, clothes and other miscellaneous items scattered the floor, and the curtains had been pulled from the window, allowing the small amount of moonlight available to cast the room and them in its gentle glow. He looked back down towards his mate, the glow from his mark starting to dull. It'll likely be morning before it fully settles and takes its shape as her body and spirit recovers. He lightly ran his fingers up and down her back, just taking a moment to enjoy the first aftermath.

Filia ached all over, especially between her legs and the back of her neck. She considered herself very lucky that he didn't accidentally kill her when he bit down on the nerve bundle at the nape of her neck, she would likely be feeling that for weeks. Despite the aches and pains, she didn't fight down the sense of calm she now felt, taking in his scent of pine needles. Her first time had been nothing like she imagined growing up into adulthood. She pictured it to be sweet and gentle and soft, with professions of undying love and adoration. And who knows, maybe that would have been the case if she chose another dragon as her mate. Instead her first time was gritty, rough, hard and filled with screams of pleasure and pain with the monster she had chosen, and she wouldn't change that for the world. Although if every time was going to be like this she wasn't sure if she was going to live through it forever, but she'll cross that bridge when they come to it. He did promise that he would do all he could to make sure she was alright, maybe he would concede to easing up on her a bit, at least every now and again.

She shifted slightly to untie the rest of the ribbon from her hand when Xellos grabbed her bound wrist and lifted it away from her, "Huh? What's-?"

"Tsk tsk tsk Fi-chan. Who said that we were done?" He held a finger to her lips to silence her oncoming protest. "Use the few moments you have to rest my dear. The night is still young, and there is so much more for us to do," he said , the demonic rumble returning to his voice.

Filia audibly gulped. What had she gotten herself into?