Demonic Spell (18+)

Recipe 34

RECAP:

My body seems to have volition of its own as I could not stop myself from pressing closer to Thallan nor stop my hand as I clutched tightly on Thallan’s broad back, closing every millimeter of distance between us.

“Thallan..” I moaned his name as heaviness settled in my abdomen, a strange heat pooling in my belly. 

Words spilled out of my mouth long before I could comprehend what I just said. 

“Feed from me.”

Thallan replied with a rumbling growl from deep within his chest, sending vibrations to my body and I throw all of my inhibition to the wind as I buried my face on his chest, giving him full control over me.

“As you wish…” 

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“As you wish..” 

I whispered huskily, tugging her hand over her head, almost dangling her off the floor as I slowly make my way down her elbow while pulling her tightly against me, marveling at the smooth texture of her skin as I leisurely lick and nip my way towards her neck.

I don’t know what Fuxal had done to her during my moment of darkness or the reason why she is keeping something from me but the smell of her arousal is invigorating, drawing the incubus in me and enticing the demon inside me.

Elisha suddenly went rigid as I reached the crock of her neck, halting me from my pleasurable exploration. I felt a strange sense of remorse at the pale scar that I placed on her, marring the perfection of her skin yet satisfied that I permanently have my mark on her.

Excitement surged through my body as I nipped at the pale scar, grinning against her skin as I thought of the best way for her to forget the pain that my bite created.

Replace the memory of pain with pleasure.

With that thought in mind, I then attacked her neck, sucking at the spot with gentleness as not to break her skin.

Her moans reverberated on my chest as her arousal wafts up to me, intoxicating me with her sweetness.

Satisfied that she will never associate pain and my mouth on her neck, I slowly and tortuously make my way back to her wrist, stopping on the spot where her pulse throbs in the same rhythm of her racing heart.

Groaning as her small whimpers reached my ears, inciting the demon residing inside of me, the latent part of my being who is currently fighting for control. 

It wants to be free, to take control, to take advantage of the vulnerable offering infront of me and the way Elisha squirms within my arms make it harder to control the beast.

I swerved around, baring my fangs when I heard a snicker behind me and saw Fuxal’s amused expression. The glowing redness of his eyes informed me that Elisha’s irresistible aroma affects him as well.

Snarling in warning, I raised a barrier of my own, effectively blocking him out of everything, sound, sight and smell.

Grinning on Elisha’s hand as I hear the exasperated protests of Fuxal before hearing him slumped down on a chair.

“Just hurry up.” Fuxal mumbled before everything went quiet.

Looking down on Elisha as she buried her head on my chest, I brought a hand to her cheek, lifting her face up to me and what I saw almost made me lose control.

She is in the tight grip of lust; the eyes peering at me under the half-moon of dark eyelashes are glossy and dazed, giving her an ethereal look as the light sheen of sweat on her flushed face made her skin glow.