Exodus 20:14

Songs of Solomon

Set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm, for love is strong as death, jealousy is fierce as the grave. Its flashes are flashes of fire, the very flame of the Lord. Many waters cannot quench love, neither can floods drown it. If a man offered for love all the wealth of his house, he would be utterly despised.- Songs of Solomon 8:6-7

As Dahlia came to, she felt the heat of the demon's gaze as it focused on her skin. The fever pitch began to rise in her again, despite being so expertly and completely satisfied moments before. Was she becoming an unholy paragon feeding on the depravity of sex and climaxes? Had she become a cliché? The righteous woman tempted by another snake in her garden?

Granted, this snake was much more along the lines of an anaconda than a mere serpent and the promise of it made her garden flood without reason but was it enough to justify her cheating?

Her Husband was a good man. He was faithful and kind and true to her. So why was she snuggled into the warm and firm planes of the demon's body as he left light strokes along her arm? Had her mother been right all along?

Was she really the unworthy of her Husband's love that she'd let this thing touch her the way only her Husband should?

Ashemdai could sense the change in her. At first, he could see the sexual aura around her sharpen and creep its way onto his skin. The intermingling of her soft rose aura and his crimson red was a hypnotizing feat he wanted to continue.

And he would have, had he not seen the porcelain white veil that began to pull the velvety rose back from him.

They'd been closer to mating than his father to insanity and she mentally pulled away from him again. He could not lie, he was disappointed, but he channeled the disappointment into a resolve that would terrify Dahlia if she could read his mind.

They would complete the fucking and he would imprint his dick onto the walls of her vagina as punishment for denying herself something she clearly wanted.

He inhaled. She wanted him badly.

"Are you well, Vashti?" he curiously prompted to scare the awkward silence that was threatening to sully their moment.

"I think so. I have never passed out from a climax before."

Suddenly, Ashemdai's fangs were on full display as he beamed with predatory intent.

"You have also never come before."

Dahlia's eyes flashed with a quick heat that threatened to blind Ashemdai's sexual third eye. Something about his formal speech and the dirtiness of the word 'come' had her ready for a next journey into the unconscious brought on by his expert skills.

Ashemdai felt it too and reveled at the sadistic nature of her arousal. 

There is hope for you yet, Dahlia.

"You should rest. I'll be back for you later tonight."

Despite the conflicting emotions for the man, Dahlia couldn't help but feel a little disappointed at the haste he was willing to leave her sided. It was even worse that she still wanted him to do filthy, animalistic things to her that betrayed her Christian faith.

"Thank you, for the uh-, you know, orgasm. It was uh- appreciated." She whispered suddenly feeling shy.

Ashemdai chuckled softly as he raised her lowered face.

"If you go on thanking me for orgasms, you will need an extra Psalm or two when I am finished with you. And in any event, I accept gratitude in face rides."