Page 19 of Witch's Rite
I didn't even realize I brought a hand down to my clit until he said that. He became as hard as concrete in my fist and I knew he was close.
I moaned as I stuffed more of him down my throat, pressing my fingers in fast, hard circles on my clit for another release. I arched my back, putting on a dirty little show which drove him wild. I felt it by how his hips bucked as he fucked my face. His pleasure only made me hotter and I felt like a porn star.
He reached down to pinch my nipples and that was what set me off. My muffled moans of pleasure were soon followed by thick, salty bursts from his cock. I milked every drop from his balls and licked him clean.
He laid back panting on my couch as I rested my head on his thigh, grinning up at him.
"Had enough already, handsome?"
10
SALMAC
Deja's initial fatigue after her first orgasm didn't seem to last long. We went two more very satisfying rounds before collapsing into her bed. She drifted right off to sleep, breathing deeply and looking absolutely angelic in my arms.
I watched her while a feeling of peace washed over me-- unusual for a bearer of death and destruction.
Demons didn't sleep. At least we didn't need to like humans did, so I was content to hold her while watching her dream.
A tapping sound drew my attention to the window.
A large raven sat on the windowsill, tapping its beak on the windowsill and squawking, "Caw! Caw!"
My eyes shifted downward to Deja resting on my chest, my arms wrapped around her protectively. She didn't seem disturbed by the annoying bird's racket.
"Jealous, asshole?" I mouthed at Raum.
He tilted his head, watching us with beady black eyes before turning around and dropping a big bird shit on the windowsill.
"I'll let her know that was you."
Raum gave one more defiant tap to the window with his beak before flying away.
Deja stirred but didn't wake. Her eyes moved rapidly beneath her closed eyelids, signifying that she was actively dreaming. I wondered what she saw.
My hold on her tightened possessively as I recalled my near-fight with Ash, and I felt my white-hot anger returning.
He thought he knew what was best for her just because he was her first. But my connection with her was unique. She saw a side of me that no one else did, a side that I reserved only for her. And it seemed she instinctually picked up on it tonight. She jumped on me and rode me like I was a stallion only she could tame. Now if only she would remember our long, colorful history together.
Frustration grew within me like a buzzing wasp's nest. It felt like I was the only one who still yearned for her with all of my black, demonic soul, while the other two were content to wait even longer for her memories to return. Ash forbade us from even telling her how she forgot everything in the first place. And as impulsive and bullheaded as I was, he was my Lord and I had to obey.
But even a hothead like me could see his point. It would be unethical to color her memories with our own versions of events. She did seem to put a few more pieces together the more time she spent with us. Physical touch and intimacy seemed to speed that along, as that was the consistent bond between us, the connection that lasted even as she was reborn in different bodies throughout the ages.
"Mm."
She shifted in my arms, her eyelids fluttering slowly open this time.
"Good morning, sleeping beauty." Already I grew hard again just from feeling her skin move against me.
"Hm? Is it morning already?"
"Might be closer to afternoon now," I teased.
She lifted her head from my chest, gazing up at me with those feline amber eyes.
"You were Alexander the Great," she said matter-of-factly.
I couldn't hide my surprise, quickly followed by the joy blooming in my chest.
