Demonic Spell II

Recipe 38

Elisha was totally exhausted and deliciously sore from Thallan’s incessant demands but she was oddly awake with him still sprawled atop of her, with him still buried deep in her body as he refused to relinquish his connection to her.

Being with Thallan felt like coming home, his familiarity and his constant presence in her life was something that she was used to, and it was something that was trying to hold on to.

She was bone-tired and every part of her body aches but from a great kind of ache that had her smiling goofily as she watch Thallan sleep, but as tired as she can be, she can’t ease her mind to shut down and sleep.

Something nag at her as if she overlooked something very important yet whatever it is was just out of reach.

Shifting her head on the other side in effort to jog her memory, she saw the swollen flesh around the pair of fang marks in the underside of her arm, and she made a wincing expression when she remember that her other arm also bear the same mark of Thallan's enthusiasm where he had bitten her hard and drank her blood from.

Elisha then recalled the dark look that had flashed on Thallan's face when she struggled in panic against him when she felt him nuzzling her neck.

She couldn’t explain the weird sense of abhorrence she had felt when Thallan or anyone other than Soleil touch her neck, and even the thought of anyone's mouth near her neck or throat made her skin crawl. She didn’t know if she it developed when she encountered the demon, Triaru or if it’s just a natural effect of being mated.

Thallan seem to know what she had felt because he pulled away and  growled loudly at her before pinning both of her hands over her head, and instead of biting on her neck where he had always preferred to feed from, he clamped his fangs down on the delicate skin under her arm.

That particular spot was so sensitive that she cried out in pain before the euphoria that she associated with Thallan’s bite set in and it made her lie submissively under him as he took his fill of her blood.

Pulling her thoughts back to the present, she once again surveyed Thallan’s thrashed room and wondered why or who had done it but all she know that it was probably done by someone who had a serious anger issue.

" Omigod." She inhaled sharply when she felt Thallan flex and harden inside of her, he was insatiable as if he was making the most out of his long abstinence.

Exhaling the same breathe, she turned back to Thallan and found his gleaming purple eyes on her, and they are watching her with a predatory glint on them as he slowly and lazily rocked against her.

"Thallan." Elisha groaned in protest, her sore body was complaining from overuse and so sensitive that it was almost at a point of being painful yet it traitorously flared with heat when Thallan began to roll his hips in a lazy circular pattern.

"No more. " Elisha pushed at Thallan’s shoulder but he just chuckled at her futile attempt before shifting atop of her until she was pinned down by his weight.

"No more, Elisha? But your body says the opposite." And any protest that she had vanished when Thallan began to move in earnest inside of her, a steady slow rhythm that was quickly turning the ember within her into an all-consuming fire.

Slide in.

Slide out.

Thrust deep.

Thrust hard.

Grind wickedly.

Roll teasingly.

Rock brutally.