Page 26 of The Wickedness of Man

“…I think you knew that it wasn’t over,” he whispered, raising and lowering me just enough that it felt like sweet torture. “Didn’t you?”

“Yes,” I admitted, unable to stop myself from wriggling against him.

Caleb lifted me, and before I could say another word, tightened his grip on my hips and slammed me back down onto his lap. I let out a long, keening wail as he simultaneously thrust into me with each downward motion, fucking me as hard as he possibly could. The intensity of his desire and urgency and pleasure made me feel faint, but I let my head roll back against my shoulders, drinking in the sound of his heaving breath and the urgency growing in my belly.

I was awash in euphoria by the time his second climax began to reach its crescendo. My hips throbbed from the pressure of his grip and the unbearable fullness between my legs, and I let out a cry as Caleb pulled me down tight into his embrace as the orgasm burst out of him, filling me up once more, satiating me. He let out a shout that sounded somewhere between surprise and relief. The sensation felt like starlight; like heaven; the feeling of him exploding in my belly rolled through me and I came so hard I screamed as yet another powerful climax shattered my existence.

I grabbed hold of Caleb, my nails digging into his back as he tried to lay me gently on the bed and then collapsed partially on top of me, completely spent, his limbs trembling. Every part ofme from the top of my head to the bottom of my feet tingled; my entire body was a chorus of vibration and pleasure.

With a shuddering breath, Caleb rolled over onto the bed next to me. The sudden absence of him brought an involuntarily whimper to my lips. I curled against his side, and he dragged me closer.

“I don’t think…” Caleb began, breathing rapidly, “I’ve ever… come so hard… or so much… in my life.”

“That was… indescribable,” I panted. “Is it always like that for you?”

“Not even remotely.”

Caleb’s eyes were already slipping closed as I sighed against him contentedly. My body ached in ways I didn’t even know were possible. Every bit of him—the smell of his sweat, the beating of his heart as it slowed to a normal pace, the way I could sense the ecstasy practically vibrating from his skin—every part of this experience kept proving more magnificent than the last.

I reached up, brushing a lock of hair out of his face and touching his cheek gently. There, again, was a soft, purple glow.

He’s yours, came that little inner voice.He is yours for the taking.

Caleb was already asleep, and I knew I was soon to follow. I fought to stay awake and struggled to put myself upright on one elbow. I still had no idea how I’d gotten here, or where the doctor was, but the more I tried to focus, the more these questions slipped from my grasp. I’d had… something… to ask him… Hadn’t I?

My vision went double; my arm slid out from beneath me. My eyelids fluttered closed as I collapsed back into Caleb’s embrace and the gentle sounds of his breathing sent me into sleep like a lullaby.

Caleb

Iwoke up in the condo, my cock throbbing, my ears ringing. My balls ached like they’d run a marathon. This had to be the most insane sexual experience of my life—and I wasnostranger to enjoying the female form. Nothing—absolutely nothing—could have prepared me forthat. Never in my life had I ever experienced what had to be absolutely every last drop of cum being forcibly evacuated from my body at the same time… until now.

I laid back on the bed, closing my eyes as I remembered the moment I knew I was going to cum; I wasn’t just telling Magda that I couldn’t stop the orgasm fromarriving—I was trying to tell her Iliterallycouldn’t stop. Before I’d gotten inside of her, there had barely been a single thought in my brain about anythingexceptgetting inside of her. It wasn’t until I began reaching my first climax that I’d even realized I wasn’t wearing a condom.

Since I’d spent most of my post-puberty teenage years and early twenties sleeping my way through nearly the entire female population of Acolyte Seminary, other local schools, and several bars and clubs around town, I always made sure I had a condom… or three… with me. My cock might be greedy, butafter spending years being threatened with the consequences of getting anyone pregnant, I’d beenespeciallycareful.

I’d been wearing condomsandpulling out during sex since I was sixteen, and I’d never—not even while stupidly, shit-faced drunk—ever, made the mistake of coming inside of someone before.

I’d intended to pull out, given that I didn’t have any condoms with me—not exactly Church-issued gear for a demon-hunting mission—but from the onset, it was like Magda and I had been fitted like a lock to a key; like some kind of finger-trap puzzle. The more I thought about pulling out of her, the tighter our hips drew together, like an invisible force had been pressing us as close together as we could go.

The moment I even thought about trying to stop, I found that odd invisible band around my hips cinching us tighter together. So instead, I’d pushed myself deeper inside of her and gave up trying to do anything else but enjoy her body… the sounds tearing out of her when I felt myself butting up against the back of her pussy… the feel of her tightening around me.

I had to admit, if only to myself, that the single reason I was hesitant about finishing inside of her—at all—was because I thought Ishouldhave been. Truthfully, I needed her more in that moment than food; than water; thanair. When I found that Icouldn’tleave her; when I discovered that my only choice—owing to the bizarre, insistent force keeping me inside of her—was to drench her in my cum, both inside and out… I’d feltrelief. All I needed to do was the exact thing I wanted to do—the exact thingshewanted me to do. By the time I was done drowning myself inside of her—literally and figuratively—I had practically achieved an out-of-body experience.

Giving in to all the pleasure of enjoying her body and making her come had pushed me over the threshold of sanity. For several minutes, I doubted I would have been able to tellsomeone my name, let alone what the hell I was doing in a strange apartment with woman I didn’t know, whom I’d rescued from a succubus, buried to the hilt inside of her without a condom. And all this while being unable to dredge up even thetiniestinclination to do anything apart from fill her with every last ounce of my seed.

Hell, I could barely keep myself from doing it all over again, even though rational thought was coming back to me, slowly but surely.

Was it because of the succubus? Something the doctor had done to me? I couldn’t stop trying to recall what she’d said when I’d arrived. She kept making statements about expecting me to be there, but I had no idea when she’d spotted me; how she’d known me.

“She called me Knight,” I whispered. “She called me by my last name.”

There was something hazy in the edge of my memory; something that wasn’t apparent. I’d texted Home last night to let him know she was headed toward him. I’d gone to get dumplings, hadn’t I? But that wasn’t what I’d eaten… there’d been noodles, and—beer?

The case flashed in my mind, but I couldn’t recall what kind it had been, or when I’d left the shop, or how long I’d been there… Parts of my Friday evening had holes in it. I might not have learned much from the seminary, but I knew enough to recognize that someone—likely a demon—had been fiddling around in my head.

Shit.I ran my free hand down my face; the other arm was beneath Magda, and I didn’t want to wake her. I don’t know how long I’d been burned, but if that was the case, I was in a lot more trouble than I’d figured.

None of this gives me any insights into how she got mixed up in all of this—or why the doctor wanted me to protect her fromthe organization so badly, unless—I tried to stop the worry from welling inside of me, but the words spilled out regardless.Unless she’s a succubus too, and the doctor was trying to protect her because they’re both demons.

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