The Devil's Cursed Witch

A low whisper left Draven’s mouth. “It will pass soon.”

He kissed her gently, trying to comfort and distract her at the same time, and then before she knew it, he thrusted himself, such that he was completely inside of her in one swift move, making her let out a loud gasp of pain. She felt like she was being ripped apart. That sudden intrusion inside her was both strange and painful, and it was hurting so much that she had to stop herself from begging him to pull it out. Her eyes could not stop shedding tears as whatever she tried, it was hard to find comfort in that pain.

‘How could anyone want to do this?’

The books had to be lying when they said it felt good. They said it would only hurt briefly, and then it would feel good. But this tearing pain, Ember found it hard to believe that it was possible for anyone to enjoy this.

‘Ah, so painful…’

Draven had no way to comfort her or console her. All he could do was wait for her to adjust to him and feel better on her own.

“Ember…”

With him fully inside her, what little patience and reason he had quickly evaporated. The beast inside him was growling and urging him to continue. Thus, losing to his instincts, Draven started moving inside her.

At first, it was slow, but with each thrust of his hip, his pace became faster and deeper. Her whimpers of pain gradually disappeared, replaced with sensual whimpers as each of his thrusts filled and stretched her. She could not understand what it was at first, but when she too started moving her own body to match his, she realized that another kind of pleasure, incomparable to what she had felt before, enveloped her body.

Soon enough, the pair of mates lost themselves to each other’s most primal desires, the two bodies engaging themselves in movements of perfect harmony.

Carnal sounds echoed inside that chamber made by their bodies, Ember’s moans of pleasure being the most prominent among them, making him crazy in his want to let her soon scream his name.

Knowing that she was starting to enjoy herself, Draven let go of his control and his following movements turned rougher and wilder. His muscular body shifted position over her parted legs, such that with each of his thrusts, he could find which one would bring the greatest pleasure to her aching womanhood.

With the dim illumination offered by the lamps, their bodies’ shadows could be seen moving against the walls. But as the two were lost in their own world, none of them realized that unknown energy surrounded both of them, surrounding their entire bodies as if to wrap the two together.

It was the call of the bond for them to bind their souls.

Mesmerized, Draven’s gaze landed at Ember’s neck where he had marked her before. The crimson blossom seemed to beckon him, and giving in to his instinct, he moved his mouth once again towards that mark to bite her at the same spot.

“Draven!”

That bite didn’t hurt Ember, instead engulfing her into another round of pleasure as if it was a stimulant shot directly into her blood.

Meanwhile, unfamiliar images flashed inside Draven’s mind. He was in bed with a woman, and they were being intimate in a way that indicated he had tender feelings for the woman.

The woman under him called for him but–

‘Raven!’

She called him by another name, and when he saw her face… she was the same green-eyed woman in his dreams. For a moment, it overlapped with Ember’s, but the strange scene he saw disappeared just as quick as it came. He was unable to fully understand what happened as he was about to find his release, and it was clouding his thought process.

All he wanted was to finish inside of his mate and let her reach the height of ecstasy together with him.

With a loud groan, he felt her muscles clench around him, and together with her, he found his release. He buried his face in the crook of Ember’s neck where he had bitten her, putting all of his weight on her delicate body which was still under the influence of her release. But he felt his body jerk upon hearing Ember mumble something.

“…Raven…”

Ember’s voice snapped him out of what he was feeling and he immediately looked at her. She looked back at him with her sleepy eyes and let out a soft smile.

“My…Raven…” Ember trailed off before drifting to sleep.

His heart started to race, but for reasons not related to their intimacy. For several seconds, he continued to look at his mate, both in confusion and disbelief.

‘Why is Ember calling me Raven?’

It was supposed to be a night where there should be relief, if not joy, as he and his mate had completed their bond, and it went better than expected. No, that was an understatement–he could not properly put into words how beautiful this intimacy he was feeling with his mate.

Yet for Draven, he was too shaken to cherish this moment.

The man slowly moved away from his exhausted partner, and after covering themselves with a blanket, he lay on the side with his mind filled with so many questions. He observed her face for a while with a tender gaze and pulled her closer to wrap her in his warm embrace.

It was somehow comforting to have Ember in his arms as Draven’s mind drifted to that memory he saw earlier.

‘Was that woman his lover before he lost his memories?’

That was the only explanation Draven could derive, otherwise, he could not imagine himself being in a situation where he would be intimate with her. In that memory, he seemed to be content and happy, and it was a strange thing to see as he could not ever remember himself wearing such a soft expression in his thousands of years of living.