It was five years before Quinton arrived at my doorstep again.
I was twenty-four now and living away from the coddling grip of my parents who had decided to finally leave that small street and venture further into a more peaceful lifestyle.
I, however, kept myself as close as i could to Reid's forest, waiting. I managed to find a small home bordering it that i had secured with the help of my parents. Because of the fire still blackened along the trees and what it reminded the town of that used to lurk there, the home was undesirable and very cheap.
No-one wanted to be visited by a demon.
No-one but me.
It was during a storm when Quinton made his appearance. The wind had been howling through the home, whistling at every small crack i tried to plug up. The front windscreen banged against my door, muffling the knocks that were meant to alert me to Quinton's presence.
When the door had opened, i rushed over to slam it shut to keep the spray of rain out. A hand pushed back, forcing the rain over the floor as a body slid around it and closed it again, shivering.
The first thing i had noticed was the considerable height difference in Quinton since last seeing him. He still towered over me, smirking as his soaked body eyed my frozen one.
The next thing was the scar running through Quinton's right eyebrow and just past his eye to his jaw. There was another accompanying it that gouged through the top of Quinton's ear before mutilating the middle and tearing at the lobe, ending along his neck.
His amethyst eyes were still the same radiant colour that sparkled back at me. Now, they were also flecked with brilliant gold that seemed to shine in the darkness.
The blue rings that had circled Quinton's body were now a light silver pulsating faintly beneath his dark skin.
Everything about him looked so familiar yet so foreign at the same time.
Quinton must have thought the same thing about me.
Since the fire, my arms were twisted with scars from the grafts that had replaced my bubbled and blistered skin. My face had circular scars along the right side, that also speckled around my shoulders above my grafts. My feet had suffered the worst fate. One had managed to be saved with more grafts while the other had suffered a virus that had chewed holes through my body; leading it to being amputated below the knee.
Nothing about my appearance deterred him though. Before i could even speak, Quinton was already forcing himself on me in desperate desire.
Years had not been kind to either of us. I whined for his touch while he grunted for more of my body to claw at his. Quinton was erect and kicking aside his worn pants and peppered shirt before i could fumble for mine.
His hands easily stripped me completely, tracing over my hips and down to where my prosthetic was nestled against my stump.
"You are beautiful" he breathed, his hands running along the uneven surface of my face "you haven't changed anything about the way i want you, Silas."
"Quinton" I trembled, sobbing happily at his loving gaze approving of me.
"I'm here now" he shushed and pressed a scarred finger to my lips "like i said i would be."
His head nestled into my shoulder when mine pressed to his chest. His arms wrapped around me, the others sprouting to grip my hips while more pressed to the wall as Quinton led the way towards it.
His eyes only focused on mine. They looked hungry for more as Quinton pressed his erection to mine.
"I'm not going to break you" he glanced down at his throbbing cock rubbing on mine "not yet anyway."
I shivered, remembering exactly what he was withholding from me. It was only beneath the surface of this skin he hid within. There would be nothing stopping him from tearing from it again like last time.
But a lot had happened since then...
Quinton was adorned with battle scars while i was spotted with disfigurement.
"Have you forgotten to moan for me, Silas?" Quinton teased, running his tongue down my neck and to my collarbone that he nipped "you are being awfully quiet for someone who has been waiting for me."
He noticed my unease and glared at me when i averted my gaze. Despite my self-loathing, Quinton was still rock-hard and wanting, while I was as limp as ever.
The rain continued to hammer over the house. Quinton dripped along with the water trailing down his cold body trying to steal the warmth from mine.
"Have you lost interest?" he frowned and then leant in to inhale my scent "no-one else has mated you."
"I'm not like i used to be" i mumbled back.
Quinton glared at me again, this time pushing his fingers to my jaw to tilt my head upwards.
"You are beautiful, you hear me?" he growled "no matter what you think, i will always want you. I'll make you love yourself as much as i love you."
I tried to smile but felt only tears come instead.
"Don't cry" Quinton soothed as he wiped them away, licking his fingers. His fingers were still gentle on my jaw which he released to play with my hair instead.
"You know what i love about you, Silas?" he murmered, his voice growling with want.
"What?"
"Your eyes" he smiled and wiped them "deep and delicious like chocolate."
I giggled.
Like chocolate. Not like dirt?
"You know what else?"
"What?" I smirked now, seeing him grin back.
"I love your bravery" Quinton leant in close "no-one is as brave as you for wanting something like me."
Quinton bit my neck gently, lingering there.
"I love your scent" he whispered against it "untouched by no-one else but me."
My cock jolted and Quinton smiled at its response.
"I love..." he dragged out, twirling my hair in his fingers "...your halo's."
"Halos?"
He touched the marks down my face that he caressed, savoring the way I twitched under his light touch.
Halos. He thought they were... beautiful?
"We both have halos" Quinton pressed his forehead to mine and guided my hands to his body to trace over where it was glowing.
He was enjoying this. His skin shuddered at my contact and he groaned in pleasure.
"I love that you can't run away" he joked as he ran his fingers over the plastic of my leg until his eyes darted up to meet mine "makes it easier to keep you where I want you."
His fingers threaded the strap secured above my knee and flicked it open. His hands slipped the prosthetic downwards so that they could peel away the sock covering my stump. When he dropped the sock down, his fingers slid my protected stump from the thin shell that clattered to the ground. The last sock came off which he held up like a trophy.
"You do not make this easy."
"Do you ever love it when it's easy?" I teased.
He smirked then gripped my hips tightly so he could thrust into them.
"Never."
Nothing else mattered now. Quinton's body was begging to fuck me, and I could feel myself stiffening at the thought of him filling me after so long apart.
It had been years.
Was he going to still be as relentless before we had parted?
"I love that you are always so willing for me" Quinton clutched at my balls while his other hands spread me for him "always so wet and wanting."
It was as if I had never doubted myself. My cock was ready to become Quinton's plaything again.
I was ready to be his again.
Quinton was as forceful and relentless as before.
He demanded all of my attention as he hammered into me, spilling over and over to make me moan for more as his cum dripped onto the floor beneath us and ran down my leg.
The storm outside was the perfect mask for my wavering screams Quinton fucked from me. He cried out in delight when the pressure inside him released and jolted through me, before he was growling and gasping to his next short climax.
Quinton hadn't forgotten about his prowess with his webs. When he had slammed me into the wall enough for his hunger to be sated, he flipped me around so I was facing away from him.
He loved it when I couldn't see what he was going to do.
Maybe it excited him in a way similar to a predator stalking it's prey? Unknowing and completely at his mercy?
His webs twined around my throat that he pulled tight as he pounded into me. He wasn't choking me, but it was enough pressure to make it known that he could if he really wanted to.
Quinton yanked on the webs, tilting my neck back to stare up at him as his chest rubbed on my spine and his cock devoured me.
I was a drooling, screaming mess on the end of Quinton's leash that he kept wound tight.
He liked the control over me. This dominating man was all I wanted to own me and make me feel the electricity rippling through me again.
Quinton thrust harder, forcing my cheek against the wall before he unleashed again. Hot cum squirted from me when he dropped the webs around my throat and ripped himself free.
Quinton's hands lifted me as his quivering cock drilled back inside. He wrapped his arms around me while I was held against him, searching desperately for a new surface to destroy me against.
The smooth surface of the kitchen bench gripped my stained arse when Quinton sat me on it to continue piercing through me. His mouth ran over my quivering skin, licking my chest and sucking on my collarbone. His lips crushed to mine to muffle my moans as he kept his desperate cock sated inside me. Soon, he was moaning into my mouth when he branded the bench as well in his jolting waves.
I was carried out of the kitchen and planted me onto the lounge on the other side of the wall there. It was the only thing that separated the dining area from the living area, which Quinton took full advantage of as I spread for him.
He dragged me up over the end of the lounge so that I was at the right height for him as he stood. He wrapped his arms around my leg closest to the wall to brace it against his chest while he sawed through every nerve in my twisting body that shivered in pure pleasure. My stump was supported by his other hands that kept me from bucking away from him.
Quinton pulled out before he could cum again and flipped me onto my stomach. He had my balls hanging over the edge of the lounge while only my chest and arms were still on it. His cock found exactly where it needed to be for its next gripping wave of pulsing heat.
"I want you to carry my children" Quinton grunted as he pumped through his jabbing waves that made him throw his head back and moan loudly.
I didn't know if it was the heat of the moment that was making him say such things, but I could see how he could not be thinking rationally.
The idea of family had definitely been wandering on my mind. But since I was mated to Quinton and my body only longed for the touch of a man, it was not possible.
I had let that dream die a long time ago.
And now he was here for the first time in years, bringing that bitter image back to my mind.
It was a cruel, sweet thing to have resurface.
"I'm a man" I pulsed under his nails digging into my arse, feeling another build of fire through my body.
"I know. It's called a Spider Bite" Quinton gasped and kept fucking through his bucking orgasm that made mine rip through me and soak the lounge. I cried out as Quinton kept going, eventually slowing down to his jabbing thrusts when he sat me up to face him.
"I find a female Spider Demon" he explained, sliding in slowly "then we keep the sac safe under the skin in your back until it's ready to open."
I tried to bite down on my moan so I didn't give Quinton the wrong idea.
Picturing an egg sac full of baby spiders exploding from my skin was not my idea of something pleasing.
"I want you to carry my children" he repeated more firmly now, obviously finding the idea very arousing "I'll kill anyone that comes near you while you are protecting them."
"No."
Quinton's eyes flashed down at me and he squeezed my throat as he dug into me, twisting down deeper to make me grip onto him.
It felt like he was trying to punish me by trying to make me sound like I found the whole idea orgasmic.
"You are my mate and you gave yourself to me. I won't do this with anyone else. Carry them, please."
Quinton's possessiveness bubbled to the surface. He was desperate for a chance at a family with me. Running off to start one with a demon of his own species wasn't on his mind. He was aroused at the idea of me protecting his children within me; perhaps he was also hard at the idea of me nurturing them as they grew into demons he could be proud of?
There was so much about this that was screaming at me to fight against it. But there was also something alluring about seeing Quinton dote over our children that we nurtured together.
Our children.
I had to know what I was getting myself into when I desperately wanted to be owned and loved by a powerful demon like him.
"How many will there be?"
Quinton trembled at my curiosity, dragging himself from me for the last time so he could take his position on the lounge and drag me to rest between his legs.
"A couple of hundred" he marveled while all of his hands wrapped around me in a hug "but only a few will survive; usually less than ten. They will be very tiny and in their natural form until they develop their first skin."
A couple of hundred down to a measly few. I could see why Quinton was desperate to expand his bloodline. It sounded like there was a slim chance it would ever flourish if he just sat around and waited patiently for his own species to pick up the task.
And he had mated with me. He had doomed himself by only wanting to belong with a human. Another male human at that.
It was the most sad kind of love I could imagine.
"Three weeks" Quinton continued "that's all it'll take. It'll be quick and easy. You won't even have to worry; I'll hunt for you while you keep them protected. Please."
There was no way I was going to leave my house with a bloody egg sac bulging from my back. Quinton would have to feed me. He saw no other way and I had no other choice.
Quinton was going to do it, whether I agreed or not. How easy it was going to be depended up to me.
I wanted children, but this was not the method I had envisioned getting them. Adoption maybe; but not actually becoming the mother.
The thought of it made my stomach clench when I imagined Quinton wrapped around me with a small baby resting on my chest. My hands found his and squeezed them.
"I'll carry your children" I reached up to touch his face that split into a wide, tearful smile "please don't let me regret it Quinton."
A powerful demon is a wonderful thing to have protecting you.
Quinton remained true to his word. Once he left on the hunt for a female and returned a few days later with the egg sac that was wedged under a slice in my skin, he was relentless.
The bulge in my back grew from a lump to a curving hunch in no time. The life quivering inside was eagerly awaited by Quinton who remained in his natural form guarding the house to best protect me and our children.
To me, it was an unusual way to welcome new family. There was no preparations to be done, just waiting.
I had never even considered something like this before. The thought of it all made me excited and scared at the same time. For Quinton, he was nothing but ready to be a father.
I prepared a nursery anyway. I was going in blind in decorating it, since nothing was catered for spider demons. Quinton was more than understanding for all the human furniture I requested and developed a skin so he could always came home with what I needed to make it complete.
Sometimes, late at night, I would catch him just taking in the view of what I had prepared. He looked so happy when he stood there in the doorframe, smiling.
That soft look on his face was what settled my nerves. He was going to guide me through this with his soft touch and whispers he only reserved for the love of his life.
But when the time came, heartbreak soon followed. Quinton watched as his scurrying children started dropping dead on the floor around me. Out of the hundreds surrounding me, a single survivor was all that was left.
It broke Quinton. And it broke me to see him so defeated. He even returned to his own skin so he could withdraw from the world to mourn what could had been.
No amount of coaxing could shift him. I would even sit by his side and try to comfort the broken creature beside me that wrapped me in his arms to help the pain go away.
But when our little demon finally became the squealing baby girl I had been hoping for, all was well again.
I rushed out to Quinton who stared down at what we had created. His glistening eyes never left that baby who reached up to grab onto the massive arm he touched her stomach with.
It snapped him out of his darkness and made life ripple back through him.
We danced and laughed together once more while Quinton doted on the baby nestled in the crook of his arm. His care for our daughter only made me love him more as the protective parent and understanding man he was.
We were parents who could finally live without fear of the unknown. We had achieved the biggest milestone of them all, and were ready to achieve more as our little Ethel steadily grew stronger with each passing day and made our family whole again.
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