When she inevitably used her strong legs to flip him beneath her, Keaton gripped an arm around her neck and dug his nails into her back for purchase, his other palm remaining on the cold stone floor as he met her brutal movements.
His thighs were bruised, his lungs burned, his cock was so painfully hard that he needed to come, but his body didn’t seem inclined to stop until the Emvola came again, her body convulsing violently atop him. She gave herself over to it completely, and that was when Keaton felt satisfied. That was when that feeling inside of him swelled beyond just the build-up of orgasm.
His cock jerked and spasmed inside of her, buried deep as he shot hot cum into her. She returned to her senses enough to let out a wanton moan, deliberately squeezing around him, milking him for every last drop until all Keaton could do was collapse back against the furs and broken bed frame, exhausted and utterly spent.
Cassia is now a lieutenant of The Labyrinth.
19
Keaton wasn’t sure when or where he fell asleep. For all he knew, he was still on that collapsed bed with Cassia on top of him. He knew he had fallen asleep, though, because these days that was when the daemon liked to fuck with him. He felt her presence nearby, pulling him from his near-catatonic state. Groaning, he tried to sit up, finding that at some point he’d apparently made his way into a bed that wasn’t broken. He was clothed, too, though the room still smelled very strongly of sex, and his body bore the aches and bruises from his encounter with his new lieutenant.
In short, he was in no mood for the daemon’s antics, and if she wanted to start something, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to finish it.
“Need to sleep,” he muttered, rolling over to face away from the presence.
As expected, she just appeared in front of him, naked as always, her golden skin gleaming.
“Poor little dungeon lord, all worn out by his pet,” he said, a taunt in her voice. “I feel like you’ve been holding out on me. Fucking the likes of her that way, and not me.”
“Don’t tell me you’re jealous.”
He’d meant it as a joke, his eyes rolling with how ridiculous it was. But now that he considered her tone, she did sound… bothered, at the very least. Maybe she was jealous. That was something Keaton could barely wrap his head around.
Can’t get a human woman to look twice at me, but suddenly I’ve got three monsters who want me?
It was all because of the lordship. At least in the case of this daemon and the Emvola. Adriana was different, but he couldn’t really count her as someone who wanted him. One off-handed comment wasn’t any real proof of desire, and Keaton was never going to act on it.
“Will you stop thinking about your precious little dragonling for one moment and focus,” the daemon said, disgust dripping from her words.
“You are jealous.”
Oh, this was too much. He propped himself up on an elbow, a smirk tugging at his lips as he watched her.
“And you are a delusional human who believes he’s unlocked the mysteries of the world after spilling his seed inside some willing cunt,” she snarled, revealing those full rows of small but pointy teeth.
Alright, don’t piss off the daemon. Point taken.
“I’m focused, sorry,” he told her, rubbing a hand over his face. Everything hurt and he could have done with another two days of sleep, but apparently, he was doing this now. “Why are you here?”
She wanted something, he knew that much. There was a good chance she’d never stop wanting things, which was the problem with daemons. Even though he’d killed Lord Havron and had taken over the dungeon in his stead, she still wanted more. For what purpose, Keaton didn’t know. Maybe just because she enjoyed seeing him squirm, or sowing chaos in his ranks like she’d done by informing him Adriana was lying.
Keaton suspected her intent was more sinister than that, though.
“Now that you have a lieutenant and the beginnings of a competent army, it is time to strike out of your dungeon and conquer,” she told him, her tone returning to normal, that flash of anger dissipating.
“Conquer? How am I supposed to conquer somewhere else when I haven’t even fully built up my own dungeon yet?”
She let out a long-suffering sigh. “No wonder you keep that useless wretch around. She explains it in terms you can understand, yes?”
Maybe it was the progress he’d made. Maybe it was the new powers. Whatever the case, Keaton wasn’t in the mood to just take that from her anymore. He didn’t have to, because she obviously needed him, or she wouldn’t be here at all.
“Why don’t you cut the attitude and just tell me what you want me to do,” he said, his jaw set into a firm line.
She stared at him incredulously, opened her mouth to argue, then closed it again. The slightest incline of her chin told him she knew what he was doing and why. “I see you have learned something about being a dungeon lord. Understand, my lord, that I am not one of your minions or even your lieutenant. You are here because of me, and I can take everything away from you just as fast.” She reached out and caressed his jaw in a way that was almost sweet… then she gripped his chin so hard pain shot through Keaton. “Every human always thinks he’s special. As if I couldn’t pluck some other idiot from the streets and make him at least confident enough to do what you’re doing. Never forget that you are replaceable.”
He jerked away from her, his teeth clenching. He wanted to spit in her face, tell her to go find “some other idiot” if she was so sure she could. But she was right. He had nothing without this place. No one to come home to, no one to miss him if he was left face down in a ditch somewhere. No future to look forward to beyond figuring out a plan for how he was going to survive the next day.
Keaton thought the daemon needed him, and while that might have been true in some respect, he needed her more.
“Good boy,” she purred, giving his cheek a pat. “It’s true your dungeon is… lacking right now. But your new minions can help you build, and I’m sure you can find more goblins in that putrid bog they call home. You may even happen upon some minions in the forests beyond. Whatever it takes to get a stable number of builders, do it. Have them finish the barracks, then get them started on a proper armory. Make yourself and all of your minions weapons and armor, then it will be time to conquer.”
“In case you hadn’t noticed, I’m not much of a conqueror,” Keaton said. “I spent my life scavenging and salvaging what I could.”
“That was when you were little more than a rat skulking through the shadows. You are a dungeon lord now, and one who will soon amass powers far beyond what a mortal could do. Conquering is part of your destiny, Keaton.”
Fine. He’d play along for now, even if the idea of taking something by force made his skin crawl, no matter how many people were on his side.
“And who — or what — am I supposed to conquer?” he asked.
She let out a cruel laugh. “I am not going to do everything for you. Find a source of power and take it for yourself. Use it to grow your own strength and the strength of your dungeon. Once you have done that, we’ll talk again, darling. Until then…” A smirk curled her lips. “Try not to let your pets wear you out every night. You’ll need your energy.”