The Sacrifice

"This is it," I told him, done with the chant. "Forever," I added as the heat moved through me, spreading outward until it burned through every bone, organ, tissue, into my bloodstream, until it hummed and screamed into my now half-blackened soul.

"Do you feel it?" Ly asked, moving closer, his wings lifting upward again, reaching out, stroking over my cheek. "Because I can feel it. You're warm."

"I feel it," I agreed, nodding.

A part of me had been afraid I would feel wicked, that I would suddenly want to maim and torture, and that there would be ugly thoughts inside me.

So far, though, I didn't sense any of that.

"There's something else, though," I told him, feeling it tingling within.

"What's that?"

"I don't think it's gone."

"What isn't?"

"My magic. I don't think it's gone. I actually think... I mean I can't be certain..."

"You think what, babe?"

"I think it might be stronger."

"Yeah?" he asked, eyes burning a little red.

"Yeah. That means I might be able to open up another hell mouth. For them in the future. So they can go home. And they wouldn't need to take another Sacrifice."

"Good. But let's talk about that later," Ly suggested, moving closer, making me understand the heat in his eyes as his tongue moved out to lick the corner of his mouth, showing me the fork that told me all I needed to know.

The heat bloomed through my core, spreading immediately, making the need course through my entire body.

"What do you want to talk about now?" I asked, head tilting to the side, teasing, playing innocent.

"I want to talk about my cock in your pussy," he said, moving closer, hand grabbing my skirt, yanking it upward, and exposing me to the cool air. "Then maybe your ass," he added, grabbing me, turning me, pushing me forward against a tree.

One of his hands slapped my ass hard before I heard the zip of his pants.

There was no preamble.

He knew I was aching for him.

There was no need.

His cock slammed inside me—hard, deep—making me brace my arms on the tree trunk, shoving my ass back out toward him.

He fucked me the way we both knew I wanted it right then.

Hard.

Fast.

Driving me up and through an orgasm more quickly than ever before. Then giving me no rest as he drove me up again; this time, his thrusts slower, but powerful, my entire body jolting forward, my arms getting scraped up by the tree bark.

His hand moved between my thighs, toying with my clit, then moved between us, pressing against, then in, my ass, creating an even more intoxicating friction as he continued to fuck me.

"Tell me you want me to fuck your ass," he demanded.

"I want you to fuck my ass."

I hadn't had him that way yet.

I didn't even question it.

I just knew that every way I had him was amazing.

And I wanted whatever else he could give to me.

"Yeah, you do," he agreed, hand moving, cock slipping out of me, sliding it up and back, dripping with my wetness.

He was as slow and careful as he had been with my first time, pushing patiently inward, creating a familiar aching, pinching, that eased once he was settled deep, and his hand slid between my thighs, teasing over my clit. "Always so hungry for my cock," he rumbled as I rocked my hips back against him. "Here," he demanded, releasing my clit to grab my arm, yanking it down, pushing it between my thighs to start working myself in circles.

While his fingers thrust inside my pussy, turning, raking over the top wall while he began to fuck me, slow and easy at first, then building, going harder, faster, as we both got lost in the moment, as we drove upward together.

"Harder," I demanded, feeling the need reach that critical apex. "Ly, harder," I demanded, moaning as his free hand slapped hard on my ass as he gave me what I wanted, what I needed.

The orgasm crashed through me, making me cry out his name as he hissed out his release, leaning forward over me, his wrings wrapping me up, keeping me warm as he came back down.

"Fuck," he hissed a long moment later, sliding out of me.

"Yeah," I agreed, taking a deep breath as I straightened, pulling my skirt down again.

"A lifetime of that?" he said, tucking himself away. "Sign me up," he said, giving me a wicked smirk.

"Yeah, I think I brokered a good deal for myself," I agreed, smiling.

"Though, now we do have two new-to-Earth demons to deal with for the rest of that eternity too," he said, grimacing.

"Daemon seems like he is tolerable."

"Bael is going to be trouble."

"Well, luckily for us, you all love trouble," I said, shrugging.

"It will be an interesting eternity, I'll give you that," he agreed, wrapping an arm around me, pulling me into his side as we made our way back toward the house. "There's no one I'd rather spend it with," he added, pressing a kiss to my temple. "My witch," he added.