Demonic Spell (18+)

Recipe 33

* This chapter is dedicated to NateWicked, my newest 'slave-driver'. The one who won't stop hounding me for updates but that is what I needed, a little 'push' so I have to work hard for the next Recipe. thank you as well as for the suggestion you sent me.

*WARNING/CAUTION*

This Recipe contains sexually explicit material. I already toned it down because of the PG-13 rating yet this is still a sexual scene. Enjoy!

 RECAP:

My body trembled as shudder racked through Thallan's body as I finally realize that his movements mimics the most ancient dance of all.

The dance that use groans, moans and pleas as music. 

The dance of passion and lust.

Sex.

And Thallan is currently having sex with..

Holy hell..

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ME.

No.

Not me but someone who looks exactly like me –more like a splitting image of me.

My breathe hitched as I see myself moaning, whimpering underneath Thallan's powerful body as he dominated ME, taking control over the sensual movements of the mating dance.

A fiery spark come to life on my belly, a foreign reaction that I haven’t felt before, making my knees tremble with weakness as I take the sweaty, flushed look on MY face as Thallan buried his face on MY neck while palming a pale breast on his hand, groaning in answer to MY moanS. The synchronized movement of OUR body that the blanket shielded from my eyes continued in a faster rate, mirroring the frantic beating of my heart.

I want to look away, hating the sinful reaction of my body while watching somebody’s private moment eventhough she bears my image but much as I want to, I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the bed because my curiosity beats the morality instilled by my conservative mother.

I could not look away; it’s as if I'm in a verge of discovering something, of learning knowledge beyond what I already know. It’s as if I'm expecting something to happened, something that I will surely miss when I look away.

"Are you enjoying the show, My Dear?" Someone whispered in my ear and I don't need to look back to know that it was Fuxal.

"Hmmm.. By the smell of arousal coming from you, I think you are having fun."  I felt his hand running up and down on my back, sending shivers all over my body.

I could not reply to him nor stop him from touching me, ignoring him completely as I looked dazedly infront of me, unable to tear my eyes away from the pair on the bed. 

"If you want to experience that in real life, you could just order Thallan and I'm sure he is more than happy to oblige you." Fuxal teased.

Do I want to?

Do I want Thallan to make love to me?

I tried to imagine what it will feel like, to experience what I’m seeing infront of me. I could not stop the shuddering of my body at the images that my active mind invoked.

But do I?

A low growl attracted my attention back to Thallan's, watching as the movements in the bed become frantic; the noises become louder and shriller.

I can feel a strange heaviness on my lower belly, an alien sensation that's spreading from my stomach before pooling between my legs as I avidly watch Thallan moving faster and rougher on the bed as if he is running out of time, as if he is trying to achieve something fast and quick.