Naked, bound, pinned, and helpless. If Bishop were to see this, he'd say it was my honour to help our saviour to get off. Not in these words, but I didn't know how to speak as wordy as he did. Totally not now, when my blood was boiling and something hard was poking in my butt.

"Get off me!" I growled, trying to free my hands again. Voren's webs, smooth and sticky, held them with a steel grip, and I knew my efforts would be fruitless no matter how hard I tried. All these days of exploring the wilderness with him, and I never even dreamed to once be the one caught in them, instead of the critters who tried to get to our camp at nights.

I tried anyway. My body wouldn't stay still, no matter what I knew, thought, or wanted. It threw the words out of my tongue, but they weren't my words. They were my mother's.

"Dirty, perverted girl! I will have to wash your mouth with soap for saying such things! And don't you dare cry, Yvenna! Don't you dare bawl your eyes out on me!"

I shut my eyes and grit my teeth to push the memory back, to not let it escape through my mouth. This was then, long ago, and this was now. I could do whatever I want with my life, I didn't need to listen to that hag anymore. She was feeding worms these days.

While I was feeding the most magnificent creature that ever walked the ground. Not his looks—these were of a skinned corpse—but just who he was. Not a human, not even a random shabby demon summoned by a warlock, but Devourer.

"Yeah, yeah, legends aren't all what you made them to be," Voren's venomous, but excited voice sounded over my ear. "So what now, Yvenna? Don't want to serve your prophesied hero anymore?"

I bit my tongue to stop the words from coming until it bled. There would be no right words coming out of me now, when blood pounded in my ears and filled my mouth with metal and salt. I was afraid, like I wasn't afraid of anything in my life, that if I keep protesting, he might actually stop and leave.

Because this is how it always was before. Even from beyond the grave, my mother never let me have that freedom to just fuck whoever I want! I'd kill them before that happen.

Yes, that was one thing she couldn't stop me from. Killing whoever I want.

I felt his arm pass over my skin from shoulder to ass and back. It was weirdly smooth and cold, like a piece of jello. Nothing at all like a touch of a human, and it stirred the eager part of me even more. This was something that my body, no matter how traitorous, never betrayed me at—I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter.

Despite that, I kept trying to shake Voren off me, but it wasn't long until the strength for it left me and I could only lie down, panting. Helpless, but free at the same time. While I was helpless, my mother wasn't there.

"Got enough struggles, Yvenna? Will you sleep with me voluntarily if I unbind you?" He fondled my boob, then ass again. I could feel the blazing trails of his fingers left on my skin in my head. Then his hand dipped between my legs and cupped my pussy. "Oh, you are actually wet! I guess that means yes."

"No!" I blurted, turning my head as far as I could in a wild and doomed attempt to catch at least a glimpse of him.

"No?" Voren's voice darkened. "Too bad."

I cursed my tongue again, fought to put the right words together. It was possible now, when the fight was pushed out of me. "Don't unbind me. Fuck! Just fuck me."

That gave him pause, but when I tried to rub my ass at him, hoping it will bring him back to what he was planning to do, I felt the weight of him moving away from me. With my heart in my throat, I flipped myself on my back.

"Don't you—" I lost my words when I saw that instead of leaving, Voren was just dropping his pants. Too bad that in the dark, I couldn't see much more than the glistening of his transparent skin.

"Don't I what?" He grabbed my legs and pushed them aside to sit between. "Damn, I thought women were weird in general, but you beat all the records, Yvenna."

"Shut up!" I used my new position to try and kick him, but he caught my leg before I could even think about my reflexive actions.

"You know what, since you apparently like to fight me and be bound, I'm going to make my life easier here and just…" He spit some web on his palm, used it to deftly stick my ankle with my thigh. Then he caught my other leg to do the same and appraised his work. "Nice. There's certainly something in this."

What there was, is freedom. Finally, I could relax and stop fighting with myself and the ghosts of my past. When Voren entered me, I was free to enjoy all the things I was forbidden before: the dirtiness, the perversity, the act of giving myself to a demon—a creature of Hell, an embodiment of sin and power.

And I screamed out of pure joy, not rage, until Voren told me I was going to blast off his eardrums and gagged me.

It felt like a half of the night had passed by the time he was done with me. When he chewed the bonds off me, my limbs were wooden, my joints screamed with pain, my head was woozy, and there was no stopping the victorious grin on my lips.

"You are fucking weird, and weird to fuck," Voren said, flopping on the bed next to me. "But I think I know now why I had that thought that one girl isn't enough. Diversity in sex is just like diversity in food. I love it."