Demonic Spell II

Recipe 27

*WARNING SEXUAL CONTENT*

Thallan watched under his half-closed eyes as Illia rode him with the enthusiasm of a rutting rabbit, embedding herself again and again on his stiff erection.

He already lost count of how many times he had brought her to orgasm or the times that she brought herself to it with his body or the times the he seek release on her body.

The mating heat made her insatiable, her bodily demands unstoppable and relentless, and it made her irresistible not only to him but to any male creature within a mile radius, that was why he had locked themselves in her room.

He was deeply engrossed with his thought that he didn’t notice Illia's achievement of her orgasm until he felt her slumped forward on his chest, her smaller body sweat-drenched and heaving with exhaustion but Thallan knew that Illia only needed to catch her breath before her Heat demanded more from him and her.

Flipping her down on the bed, Thallan assume a more dominant position as he took his place between her thighs to seek his own pleasure.

They were at each other’s body for two straight days and there was no sign of satiation from both of them. Illia was fueled by her Mating heat and the need to procreate while Thallan was powered by the instinctive urge to mate his Mate and answer to the most primitive call of nature.

Thallan leaned forward to latch his mouth on Illia's neck  as he gathered both of her wrists in his hands a and pinned them above her while his hips hammered her down on the bouncing bed as the latter lifted her hips to match his thrusts.

He had several attempt to fully complete their mating process by marking her and mixing his own hormones to her blood and her blood to his but in each of his attempt, a nagging part of his mind stops him.

He didn’t know the reason why something that was completely right feels so wrong and he feels a bit remorseful at every attempt he had made.

"Thallan..." Illia moaned as her neck arch towards his mouth in a sacrificial supplication, and Thallan only need to open his mouth and sink his glistening fangs on her neck to complete the Mating ritual but once again the sensation of wrongness stops him.

"Thallan.. Please.." Illia begged as her internal muscles clenched around him, holding him tightly and bringing him closer to the edge of ecstasy.

Thallan growled lowly as his thrust increased, pummeling himself harder and deeper on his mate's body, and instinct was compelling him to bite her, to mark her, and to breed with her.

His head once again dipped towards his mate's neck, opening his mouth as his canines distended to scrape at his mate’s sweat-drenched neck.

"Yes! Yes!" Illia chanted as her fingers dug on his back and as her body arch and tighten around him.

The urge to mark her was so strong that Thallan could taste his own hormones filling his mouth at the same time that his climax rose to the surface.

Bite her.

Mark her.

His head lower more on Illia's neck, his mouth opening wide in preparation of his bite as his thrusts become more frantic and erratic.