Demonic Spell (18+)

Recipe 49

RECAP:

I pulled her closer and buried my face on her neck, inhaling her usual sweet scent mixed with the enticing musk of her sexual release; I could get used sleeping and waking up with a warm body beside me.

That thought made me realized that her lifetime was nothing but a mere second compared to the millennia that I live for; that she only had a brief life on Earth before she dies and as a Tuatha Dé Danann, her soul will automatically return to Avalon.

Our agreement only applies as long as she’s alive and that thought sends an alienating pang of pain in my chest, a sensation that was so strange and eerie that for the first time I felt a bit of fear because of it.

A wave of possessiveness washes over me and before I could stop myself, I sunk my fangs deep on her neck, seeking the only claim that I have over her –her blood and she squeaks in pain at my penetration but too exhausted to fight me off until the hormones on my saliva made her sleep deeper than before.

I relished the feeling of how my fangs were buried deep within her flesh, a part where we are temporarily connected as one and that excite me more when I thought of the other way that we could be connected to a much deeper level but that part will have to wait.

I pulled my canines out without drinking from her, relishing the fact that my scent was mixed along with her and that alone will warn any beings that she was claimed –and they better stay away from her.

With my possessiveness appeased, I curled myself around her smaller form and slumber off with her.

*************

The cold temperature of the dawning morning woke me up and I pulled the blanket over my exposed arm before snuggling closer to the solid warmth behind me and as expected a muscled arm immediately encircled my waist to pull me closer.

Smiling wistfully at the remembrance of our heavy make out session, I snuggled to a more comfortable position and closed my eyes to continue sleeping but the moment that I closed them; a memory flashed back which made my eyes snap open in mortification.

A sinful image of Thallan’s head between my legs.

The sleepiness quickly disappeared from my system as I slowly pried myself out of Thallan’s grasp and I run headlong towards the bathroom despite the slight discomfort that I felt between my legs, unused to the attention I received hours ago.

The cold splash of water in my face cools me up as I look on the mirror and I noticed the reddened state of my neck.

Did Thallan bit me?

I asked myself as I can’t remember the moment that he bit me –if he ever did but the hickeys scattered all over my body made me flush in total embarrassment.

I then saw my face go pale when I once again noticed the strange soreness of my body.

Did Thallan –? My GOD! He took advantage of me while I'm upset.

I took a glassful of water and furiously stomped towards the bed before dumping its contents on a sleeping Thallan’s head and he shoots up, spluttering from the bed.

“What the heck, Elisha!?” he yelled while wiping the water dripping on his brows.

“You blackguard! You raped me!” I screamed at the same time that I chucked the glass on him which he dodged by easily.

“I, what? Are you kidding me? My name and word ‘rape’ don’t mix in the same sentence.”

He explained while continue dodging every items that I managed to throw to him.