INCUBUS KING *Editing*

-CLAIMED AND TAMED ONE-

‼️Trigger Warning ‼️
I didn't have time for his stupid games. He had done everything he could to keep me trapped. I'm not gonna let up without a fight. I slam the door and lock it. Running up the stairs and grabbing my duffel bag. I grab as much clothes as I could. Stuffing it into my bag. I hadn't noticed how nervous I was until I realized how much my hands were shaking. I take deep breaths but even then. The banging on the front door was distracting me slightly. I manage to get everything inside of the bag. I take out all of my stuff from the draws and put them into my other duffel bag. Before I could turn and run to the bathroom to get my toiletries, he was standing there in his he'll like glory.
I could feel my stomach do ten thousand backflips. My body grew hot and weak. I grab the wine bottle on my night stand, breaking it. The bottle shattered and the cup of wine that was left inside splash everywhere and slipped onto the wooden floor. "Fuck." I cursed under my rigid breath. I shove the broken bottle towards him. Causing him to back up. I did it one more time. I shifted my feet so that couldn't catch me slipping. He reached his hands out to grab my waist. That was his wrong move. I swing the broken bottle at his hand. The bottle dug into his flesh and gave him a large cut. I felt myself grow even weaker inside. I didn't want to hurt him. But I can't let him get me so easily. He hissed using his free hand to cover the cut, the blood was slowly spilling onto the he floor.
His eyes turned black and then blood red. I knew that I was fucked at that moment in time.
He tried coming towards me and this time I dug the bottle into his chest and carved a large mark into it before kicking him in the torso. He falls to the floor. I run out of the room and down the narrow hallway. There was a wine cellar down in the basement that I could hide in for a little. I think the owner mention that there was a small tunnel that I could go through. I get to the stairwell and run down the stairs. I could hear him walking behind me. I get to the end of the steps and bolt to the the kitchen. I grab and knife and run to the door leading to the cellar. I open it and lock it behind me, running down the stone steps.
The basement was huge and dark. The only light that was shining in came from the small window that was covered with a lace curtain. I run down the narrow entry way and open the door to the cellar. I walk in and close it behind me. The thing is that the the door leading to the fennel was not opening. It had a giant dead bolt lock on it. Shove the knife inside the hole trying hard to open it. It wouldn't work at at. I try it one more time, only this time the tip of the knife broke. "Fuck." I said cursing under breath.

I get up and turn around. The things is that he was a wizard. He managed to get in here without making a noise. Before I could swing the knife he had me against the wall. The knife was out of my hand and on the floor. My cheeks were pressed against the cold brick wall. He had both of my hands in his hard and tight grasp. He wouldn't let them go. He placed them absolve my head and wrapped some rope around them, tying them to the metal staircase. My legs were now being tied to the metal pipe that was right next to the wall. I had no choice to submit.

"You know I love a woman who can put up a fight." He said. I rolled my eyes. "Fuck you." I spat out at him."I see you're mad because you couldn't win this little game you were trying to play." He said. "Hell if I fucking care, you can mark me but I'm not gonna be yours. I will make your life a livi..." He managed to cut me off with a hard slap on the ass, before shoving his finger into my soft and wet core. I moan out in pleasure and what seemed to be frustration. "I'm not doing this fucking shit with you." I said. He pulled his finger out and started to unbuckle his pants. "I've been waiting to feel you. Now I'm finally getting the chance to. He dropped his pants to reveal his immaculate manhood. I had seen it so much, but even though I was used to seeing it. I still couldn't help but feel embarrassed and super turned on.

I couldn't help but to think back to all of the times he put on a show. Now I was able to feel him, merge with him. He was standing strong. He walked up to me and grabbed my hips. He placed his tip at my entrance and pushed very gently. I could feel the pain ripple through my core. I cling onto the railing. I bite my lip to stop myself from making any sort of noises. He goes I deeper, until he was all the way inside. I could feel my legs shaking. He pulled out, letting out a grunt. He leans his body against mine. He placed his lips onto my neck. He gently began to suck it. He placed the tip at my core and pushed into me. There was a bit of pain, which was soon replaced by pleasure.
The feeling that seemed to be so harsh was slowly turning into something I knew I would get addicted to. This is why I need to establish a strong boundary after this is over.