“Cortland,” I whispered his name, the pain almost impossible to bear, “please.”
He slid into me, and where Nicu slammed into the woman before us in an unrelenting pace, Cortland exercised a level of control only a Demon born of lust could muster. I pushed into my entrance, my wetness sucking him in, making his access that much easier. And just when I thought I would find release, he retreated again, until he filled me once more, only to retreat before I fully felt him, and it was then that I understood, he was taking the edge off of my lust. With each thrust and retreat he was feeding off of me, and suddenly I didn’t feel quite so dizzy - quite so panicked.
“Head up little Witch.” Somehow I obeyed him without disagreement, rising off of my elbows onto my hands, thrusting up in a way that caused my breasts to say. Cortland chose that moment to slam into me, robbing me of breath and I whined against the feel of him, needing more.
“Do you want to come?” His voice was the epitome of sensuality and seduction and before I could answer he slammed into me once more, causing me to moan, fighting the building pressure within my core.
The paddle made of shadows slapped against my ass as he thrust back into me before retrying once more, and that movement filled me back up with a desire that wracked through to my very core.
“Do you want to come Marie?” The Demon asked once more, keeping me at the brink of my pleasure, causing me to whimper and whine, unable to formulate a coherent sentence or reply. The paddle came down again, and I understood that this was part of tonight’s activities, and I could only thrust back into him, demanding more. He chuckled, never once relenting in his wicked ways, and for once I didn’t feel quite so wanton - quite so depraved - quite so french.
Nicu warpped the woman’s hair around his knuckles, tugging her head back in the process, forcing her to arch magnificently, and I whined at the sight of it, wanting her to be me, wanting to be equally fucked by the Demon - wanting it all.
Cortland did not disappoint, wrapping my hair around his knuckles, pulling my head back as we mimicked their position, but I was certain that her pleasure was not what I felt, for what I felt - what Cortland offered - was otherworldly.
Cries and whimpers fell from my lips, and just when I thought I could take no more - that Cortland might just kill me in this mindless haze, I felt his shadows press against my clit as he increased his tempo, his cock so deep that I almost felt too full.
I bucked against him, suddenly shying away from the sensations - away from the shadows that pressed against my nub, but the Demon did not relent, until suddenly I came with a shuddering shout, shattering over his cock, the intentional words of the spell I was supposed to speak forgotten in the height of climax.
“Again.” Cort’s voice was hard - uncompromising, and I shook my head, trying to relay that such a feat was impossible - it was too soon. But the Demon did not listen, least of all on the night of the Summer Solstice.