Chapter 7
(3) The three “D’s” of Demon Sex: Dominate, Degrade, and Decimate.
11:00 pm
Her patent leather sling-backs made an awful racket in the posh hotel lobby. At least to her they sounded like machine gun fire. She wondered why the people weren’t ducking for cover at her advance. Her eyes darted to every corner, sure that they’d be met with the disapproving glare of strangers offended by her purpose for being there. She had “just here for sex in the elevator, thank you” written all over her bead dappled forehead.
The rendezvous spot Angel had chosen was as beautiful in an architecturally modern fashion as the Mondrian had been in its classic elegance. But she had no real interest in taking in the ambiance. All she wanted to do now was find the elevators and get rid of this feeling of being exposed. Technically she had on more clothes now than she did the previous evening, but somehow just wearing a garter and stockings and no panties just emphasized the fact that her sex was screaming to be touched.
It wasn’t only the physical exposure she felt. Emotionally she was still drained from the earlier sex quiz. She still had no idea what it had all meant. Why am I even here? He said I was his fucking sister. Damn him! Why does he have to be so hot and good in bed? Why am I such a weak-willed, pansy assed, horn dog?
Spying a sign for the elevators, she turned a corner and thankfully her heels silenced on the hallway carpet. The number three elevator was at the end of the hall and Cordy immediately saw the out-of-service sign attached above the call button.
I wonder if that’s his way of telling me he’s not showing. “By the way, Cordy, our little arrangement hit a little snag today when I remembered that I think of you as my sister and you think of me as a eunuch. Therefore, I am ‘out-of-service’.”
She looked at her watch. It was already 11:06 and still no manpire. While deciding whether or not to bail, she looked to her left and saw a well-dressed couple enter. The gentleman pushed the call button, and they settled next to her to wait for an elevator. Great. Witnesses to my humiliation. Where is he?She tapped her foot and decided to give him one more minute.
Angel had watched her from the moment she passed through the lobby doors, relieved that she had shown. After he’d gone to his room, he hadn’t spoken to her again. He knew that if he had, he would’ve apologized and begged her forgiveness for humiliating and hurting her. And, that would have defeated the whole purpose. As it stood, she was on her way to truly despising him. That was the plan. He had to stick to the plan if he was going to be able to let her go.
She looked stunning as always. Her dark hair was pinned up with soft tendrils caressing her cheeks and milky neck. She was wearing the perfect wrap dress that parted just enough with every stride to give him a glimpse of her taut inner thighs and the tops of her stockings. He could see by the way her breasts moved that she had done as he instructed and not worn a bra. He was already aroused just watching her glide across the lobby.
**Damn, that is one fine looking woman. I can’t wait to get my teeth in her.**
No teeth. You are not marking her.
**Fine, whatever. But, if you really want to get rid of her…**
NO!
**Okay, okay. Let’s go. Time to show the little lady what we’re made of.**
By the time Angel maneuvered into the shadows behind her, a couple had joined her by the elevators. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a black cloth and waited to pounce.
“Oh, no. I’m waiting for someone. You can go on.” Cordy assured the couple she didn’t want to get in their elevator and felt ridiculous doing so. Just as the doors closed, she felt a slight breeze and then something slick and dark covered her eyes. The deep, decidedly male moan behind her made her gasp.
“Mmmm, you look beautiful tonight, Cor,” he whispered as he tied the blindfold securely. His hands left her hair and caressed her shoulders. He could hear her gulp as he slid down the soft, slick material of her dress to cup and fondle her breasts. “You did as I asked. Good girl. Nothing will come between us tonight.” His course tongue licked her neck and over her ear. “Not even the soul.”
She instantly felt the telltale signs of fear controlling her body. “Angelus? No, it can’t be.” She started to panic. She reached for the blindfold, but he held her hands down.
“No, baby. Not exactly. We thought it was time you learned what sex with a vampire is really all about. Angel’s just going to relax in the back seat while we play. Don’t worry, he’s still in charge. You’re completely safe.” He grazed the nape of her neck with soft, moist kisses and released his grip on her wrists to entwine his fingers with hers. He felt her sensuous squirm and her muscles relax as she settled back into his chest. “Trust me?”
Trust him? How am I supposed to decide that when everything in me except my brain screams to be taken by him. I know I trust Angel, and this is part of him. That’s the only answer there is.
“Yes, I trust you.” Her voice came out huskier than she’d intended, and it obviously pleased him.
“God, you make me so fucking hot with that voice.” He reached past her and pressed the call button for their elevator. The doors slowly opened, and he guided her inside. He pressed floor twenty-eight…the top floor…and she swayed, slightly disoriented, as their journey began.
Angel let go of her and walked around to face her. She felt the soft sweep of the back of his hand on her cheek and turned her face to meet it.
“That’s right. Wherever I touch, you’ll respond to it. Whatever I tell you to do, you’ll do without question. Whatever I ask, you will answer…honestly.”
His left hand pressed her breast and she arched into him and mewled at the unexpected but pleasant sensation. “Good. Let me know that you like what I do. It really turns me on.”
He leaned in to her ear and bit her earlobe. A small whimper sounded in the back of her throat. He then kissed it and whispered, “And, if you don’t like it, that will turn me on even more.”
Cordy wasn’t sure what to think or do. She was doing okay until he said that. If she was very honest with herself, so far this was pretty damn exciting and she knew once she relaxed into it, she’d probably be more aroused than she’d ever been in her life. But, she wasn’t sure how she felt about possible pain. The pain of the visions had never gotten her wet. They just hurt like hell. It was hard to imagine that pain of any kind could be associated with pleasure.
The elevator reached the top floor with a soft jerk. He reached behind her and pulled the emergency stop. The space was deathly quiet except for her labored pants. “Angel. I’m scared,” she confessed in a voice so small he barely heard it.
But, Angel did hear her. And the thought of her frightened in any way was almost enough to put an end to this. Angelus stopped him with his words.
“I know you are. I can smell it.” He grabbed her upper arms and pulled her closer. “It makes me want you so much. But, I can also smell how excited you are. You’re not sure if you want to run or stay, and I’m not sure if I want to chase you or possess you. What you do think, Cordy? Chase or possess? The choice is yours.”
He was right. Part of her wanted to run. The part of her that panicked last night. The part that knew Angelus was the worst nightmare imaginable and that she could be the ruination of her family with just a kiss.
But, this Angelus was still tamed by the soul. This was Angel’s Angelus, not the one that wanted to drain her and feast on her entrails. This Angelus was the biker, bad boy. The dark-whiskey voiced, lusting black-eyed, iron pumped, sweaty-armed man that every woman dreams of at least once in their life. The passion in this man flicked at her soul. And there was no way she would run from him.
“Possess me.”
He let out a long, deep satisfied growl and slowly moved behind her once again. His fingers slid up and down her arms while his face floated just above the skin of her neck. He sniffed at the blood coursing through her jugular and let out a sigh.
“Your blood hypnotizes me. It smells so sweet, but there’s a tartness there that I know could make my head spin.” He sucked at her pulse and moved his hands over her hips. Her head and hips instinctively swayed against his touch. “Do you know when you bleed every month, you drive me insane?”
She reached behind her and ran her fingers through his hair and pressed him closer to her neck. “No. Is that when you sit in a corner and just stare?”
“Usually. But, when you’re flowing hard, I hover around you, dog your every move, unable to control myself; the pull is so strong. God, I wish you were bleeding now. I want to taste and feel your life inside me.”
He smothered her neck and shoulder with pursed, damp kisses and stilled her hips while he rubbed his arousal against her.
“Oh, Angel, that feels so good. Please let me see you.”
“Not yet. But I will show you one thing. Move forward a little.”
She did as she was told walking forward until her hands felt the wall of the elevator. Sliding them down the wall, she gripped a railing.
“I’m going to slide the blindfold up a little, and I just want you to look straight. You’ll see the rest later.”
He nudged the covering up a smidge, and she opened her eyes and stared at the world below. For a moment, vertigo possessed her and she teetered; only the railing stopped her feared fall. A glass window cut through the elevator and exposed them to the inside of the hotel. Below people scurried about unaware of the vampire and seer observing them. Every other floor had a balcony with the entrances to rooms. The last balcony was on floor 27; one floor below them. Anyone who happened to leave their room or walk to their room would have a pretty good view of the active couple if they took the time to notice.
Angel heard her heart hammer the moment she opened her eyes. Her instant terror stung his nostrils and made him salivate. He laughed as he lowered the cloth over her eyes again.
His laugh was a bit too maniacal to Cordy’s ears. “Why are we here, Angel? Why are you trying to scare me?”
He turned her around to face him and wrapped his fingers around her arms. “Because this is where I want to be, Cordy. And, if you’re scared, that’s just a bonus.”
She lifted a hand to his chest and felt her way up his neck to his face. Cupping his cheek she softly said, “Angel, I’m sorry about what I said earlier…the quiz thing. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
He was glad she was still blindfolded. The soul desperately wanted to take over and apologize to her as well. He ached to do it so much, that the tears began to form and spill over. Angelus had to convince him to let him go on and was just able to jerk her hand back before she could feel the wetness on his cheek.
The demon had been too soft. The soul was too near the surface and she was too close to it. He needed her to recognize the difference.
“It’s time to please me, Cordelia.” His voice suddenly hard, he gripped her wrist much too tightly.
Cordy felt her fear instinct kick in, her heart thumping in her ear. “Ow, Angel, you’re hurting me. Didn’t you hear what I said?” She struggled for control of her arm and he eventually loosened his hold, but didn’t let go.
“I heard you. That has nothing to do with now. Now is about doing what I say without question. Remember?”
She stilled in his clutch and breathed deeply to calm herself. “Yes, I remember.”
“Good. And, if you’re really good tonight, I may let you feel what it’s like to be truly possessed by a vampire, Cordy. Would you like that?”
“I don’t know, since I don’t know what you mean,” her voice a mixture of dread and excitement.
“You’ll know when the time comes. Right now I need to get back in the mood. Your whining sucked every bit of desire out of me. And, speaking of sucking…get down on your knees.”
Her pride wounded at the insult and command, her spine stiffened and refused to bend just like her will. When she hesitated, his steel grip pushed her shoulders down forcing her knees to give. Those same hands held her until she settled gently praying in front of him.
I can do this. If this is the last night, I’ve got to know if I could love this part of him or not. Maybe it will make it easier to let him go.
The voice in her head fortified her determination to see this through. Composed now but still blind, her other senses heightened naturally. Her knees dug into what she could picture as low-pile, no frills, no comfort carpeting. She heard him fumble with his pants. It sounded like a hook unclasped and then a zipper opened. In an instant she could hear and feel the swoosh of his pants falling to the floor. His shoes were shed and tossed in a corner to her right and his pants followed them. Her heated face was met with a cool breeze as she felt him approach.
“Can you smell me like I can you, Cordy?”
“Yes. You’re so close I can smell you.”
“What do I smell like? Tell me.” She leaned in closer and his fingers delved through her locks and removed the pins from her hair. Shifting the blindfold slightly, he combed her hair with his fingers so it would flow freely and be accessible to his foraging and fisting.
He distracted her for a moment, his gentle attention to her hair at odds with his authoritarian tone. When he finished, she sniffed and held her breath, running the scents through her mind’s catalog trying to find just the right comparison. “Like maleness. You smell like strength…like sweat and oil.”
“Mmmm. Take me in your mouth and tell me how I taste.” Both of his hands meandered through her silken chestnut strands and stroked her scalp.
She felt his hard thighs and slowly moved her palms up and together until they met on his partly aroused penis. She learned its shape with her fingers, and they told her his foreskin still covered the head. She gently smoothed it back and brought the tip to her tongue. A few strokes across it gave her a strong taste, and then she swirled around the rim for the more subtle flavors. Still hungry, she dipped the tip of her tongue into his slit and massaged him trying to taste his deepest essence. Finally, she took him inside her mouth to savor him all at once.
When she was sure she had his bouquet memorized, she released him. “You taste like a Waldorf salad. Salty, nutty, apple sweet, and, tart like lemon bitter. There’s a slightly metallic taste like the cold pewter plate it’s served on.”
“You have a sophisticated palate, and I taste damn good. Now, I’m going to instruct you on how to eat that salad properly. And once you’ve got the hang of it, don’t stop until you’ve sucked me dry. And, remember. Do everything I tell you.”
“Are you saying I suck at sucking you off?” She couldn’t help the tinge of anger in her voice. It disguised her true weakness: the feeling that she was a lousy lover.
“Don’t get belligerent. You’ve been as good as most, but there’s good and then there’s unequaled. I don’t like lazy lovers, Cordelia.”
Okay, buddy. That’s enough. Lazy? I may have to see if I can love even the demon in you and I may want to please you more than anyone I’ve ever known, but your demon has to love all of me, too. And, all of me includes not putting up with any more of this shit.
“Lazy? You think I’m lazy because I can’t fondle, grope, stroke, lick, suck, bite and swirl all at the same time? Well, excuse me for being a mere mortal woman. But, this mere mortal had you screaming your ass off and shooting off in my mouth a number of times last night, so I think I do okay with what I’ve got. But, hey! If that’s not good enough for you, just call me number one penis pupil, Professor of Love.”
**The bitch is mocking me.**
You asked for it. You don’t tell Cordy what to do and expect to get away without a scratch. I thought that’s what you liked about her. Face to face with the real thing too much for you, Professor?
“No! The lesson is over.” He swiftly pulled her up to her feet and she felt his tight grip on her arms and his mouth by her ear.
His rage at being defied was clear in his snarled words, “When you disobey me, there will be consequences.”
“Pfft. Like I care. Bring it on.” Unfortunately, her quickening pulse belied her words.
“Mmmm. I knew you wanted it. All you had to do was ask.” Seizing her hand, he yanked her to the left. Not expecting the turn, she stumbled almost hitting the floor but felt her shoulder almost pulled out of its socket as he dragged her like a rag doll. Hoisted to her feet, he stretched her arms above her head and slapped her palms against the wall. Within mere seconds she was strapped.
“What is this? Angel? What are you doing?” Her fear-laced words were a symphony to his ears.
He pressed her body flat against the wall with his. Jerking her by the hair, he turned her ear to his mouth and murmured menacingly, “I’m giving you what you want. Your punishment for disobeying me.” He stepped back and admired her position. Facing the wall, her hands above her head, wrists manacled with leather and fur, her entire body open and his for the taking. “How do you like the cuffs? I got them cheap from a newly remodeled mental institution.”
“Took them with when you escaped, did ya? I knew you were thrifty, but couldn’t you at least spring for designer torture wear? I bet these don’t even go with my dress.” Bitching always calmed her when she was terrified. It finally dawned on her why Buffy made snide comments while slaying. It took a little of the edge out of possibly dying.
“Keep it up, Cordy. Fear and rage are the best fuckin’ aphrodisiacs in the world.”
“Oh, sure. I can see that. If I were a sick, twisted demon like you. But, since I’m not I think I’ll stick with oysters and Kamikazes.” Her hips were wrenched away from the wall and his knee and foot nudged her legs apart as he pushed her shoulders down to bend her over.
Angel began to raise the hem of her skirt in the back, pleating the fabric in his fingers. “You think I’m sick and twisted?” She felt her skirt settle in a bunch at her waist.
“You’re a demon. The sick and twisted comes with the package.” His fingertips slipped beneath the elastic of the garters and pulled. She scrunched her face and waited for the rebounding sting and snap. When it happened she bit her lip to keep from yelping.
“I guess you’re right, Cor. I am a little twisted.” The coolness of his palms rubbing her reddening cheeks and thighs caused her to flinch. Immediately his gentle caresses sparked moisture to form in her core. “But, so are you. I know you liked that. I can smell it and hear it in your breathing. Do you want me to do it again? Remember – be honest.”
Honestly… “I’m not sure.”
“Fair enough. Once probably isn’t a good enough taste. We’ll try it again.” The second snap was harder, but his touch kneaded deeper and his mouth joined in the soothing of the wounds. She couldn’t help the moan that escaped her clenched teeth or the rush of wetness between her thighs.
“That feels nice. Don’t stop.” Grinding her hips, she tried to push back further into his hands.
“I knew you would like this. This is just the beginning, baby.”
Again and again, the flicking of the garters assaulted her increasingly tender skin. As the pain increased, so too did his loving attention to the abrasions. The caress of his tongue felt like cool ointment. His tender kisses like a mother’s breath wafting away the sting. The icy palming of her bruised cheeks like protective bandages from the cruel elements.
The skillful combination of the infliction of pain followed by the relief of pleasure was addictive. She felt like Pavlov’s dog but without the annoying bell. Never in a million years would she have guessed she could enjoy something she’d always thought was depraved by all rational standards of behavior.
“God, Angel. How can this feel so good?” her passion-filled voice sounded foreign to her ears.
“Because you’ve got a skilled lover and because you’re no saint, Cordy, and it’s time you realized it.”
His mouth surrounded an area on her right buttock and plumped it with suctioned blood. Pulling back, he admired the red spot before sinking his blunt teeth in and thrusting two fingers inside her. Cordy cried out in ecstasy and pumped herself madly on his invading digits.
“More! Please more inside me now!”
The sound of Angel’s laughter and the sudden emptiness between her legs brought her crashing to earth. Her face flushed with fury at being denied and teased.
“What the hell? Angel, get your hands and cock back here right now and finish the job!” She thrashed at her bonds and flailed her hips as if the sight would force him to lose control and draw him back to her.
The angrier she became, the louder he laughed. “Cordy, Cordy, Cordy. My, aren’t we the perverted little slut?”
Stiffening her spine, she rose and turned to face him. Statuesque and proud, had her eyes not been covered, he would have seen the lasered glare she pierced him with. “Slut? Well, I guess you should know. You specialize in them. What’s the matter, Angel? Can’t handle it unless it’s tainted, crazy or messed up like you?”
Almost before the last word left her mouth he was on her, his hand around her throat, pushing her chin up, and pressing her head against the wall. His gravelly voice, spiked with a chilling mix of barely controlled passion and wicked chuckling, boomed next to her ear. “I can handle ALL of you, bitch. Especially the inner slut. It oozes from you, Cordy, which is why I can’t get enough of you and you can’t stay away from me.” He used his hard shaft as a spear, thrusting it roughly into her dress-covered mound and licked her throat from base to ear.
“Bullshit! Get off me, you freak.” Her only weapons were her hips and legs. His full body pinned her against the wall limiting her to writhing and attempting to beat his cock numb with her pubic bone.
“You mean a freak like you who loves pain? I’ll take that as a compliment.” Every time her hardness connected with his sensitive head, a shot of exquisite pain traveled to his spine inflaming his desire.
“You would,” her voice hitched betraying her indignant façade and exposing her swelling need. A calloused hand lunged beneath the layer of her dress and gruffly squeezed her breast. “Get your smarmy paws off me!” Her head butted forward hoping for contact with his, but he was too busy sucking a path from her collarbone across her shoulder to be effected by it.
He stopped his kisses only long enough to blithely comment, “You liked my paws all over you last night,” and then continued his sipping in the opposite direction.
“I was drunk and much younger then. Let me go, or I’ll…I’ll…”
“Oh, yeah, baby. Tell me what you’ll do,” he huskily whispered. Chills danced on her heated skin as his lips tickled her ear. He stilled her hips with his hands and began rhythmically rubbing his arousal between her thighs. His tongue snaked into her ear and stroked the skin below it.
The friction of his muscled pects against her breasts and the constant battering at her sex drove her crazy with the need to move and touch. She could barely breathe let alone think.
“I’ll…I’ll…Oh, God…I’ll pull your cock through your ass and nail it to the wall.”
“Oh, God, that sounds hot. What else,” he hungrily asked as he moved down her throat to nuzzle at her shoulder. Opening her skirt, he pressed his erection against her curls and lacey garter. Grinding into her, a moan erupted from so deep in her chest that it sounded like thunder and sent a lightening bolt of lust to his core. Desperate to taste more of her, he shoved the fabric from her breast with his face and latched onto her with hungry teeth and lips.
“I’ll stitch your balls to your knee caps and make you walk across the desert on your knees! Shit,” she screamed as he devoured her breast and hammered her labia.
“Holy fuck, you’re an evil bitch!” He positioned his tip against her clit and rammed it into her over and over again.
Cordelia was reeling from conflicting emotions. The insults, the pain, the threats, the dirty talk – all of the nasty things she thought were filthy and appalling – were now making her so hot she felt she would combust. And yet she couldn’t help the shame she felt for feeling that way.
Then it all became clear and with clarity came acceptance.
What was blazingly clear to her at that moment was that she was possessed. Not just her but all of humanity was possessed by demons just as surely as goodness and light lived next to them. Evil is in each of us not inflicted upon us. Angel learned that lesson in an elevator on his side-trip to hell and now she had been shown the truth in her own elevator ride.
She’d never felt free enough to let her own demon out – her conscience always pushed any bad thoughts and desires deep, deep into their personal hell holes. Tonight Angelus had set her demon free and for the first time she truly felt she understood what Angel’s life was like and how tempting it would be to feel this free all the time.
The empathy and admiration she felt for Angel overwhelmed and filled her. She quaked with excitement at her discovery and the feeling that she now knew without doubt that Angel was hers and she was his.
The demon in her trembled and ached for his and didn’t judge or care if it was judged. It only felt – everything.
And right then her body was bursting with the feeling of need. The need to touch. To clutch. To scrape. To jab. To pound. To own. She felt she would explode if she couldn’t show him how much she just needed. Her mouth was useless to form the words but still powerful for communicating. Feeling his mouth on her ear, she turned her head quickly and bit, snagging his cheek between her teeth.
“Ow, shit!”
With one swift downward motion he tore open her dress and slammed unaided into her, diving deep into her sopping tunnel. The sheer joy of being filled by him overshadowed any pain at the abrupt tugging of her labia. Her uninhibited screams spurred his hands to seize her ass and hold her immobile against his merciless thrusts.
“Give me your mouth,” she screamed into his ear.
A stubbled, teeth-marked cheek abraded hers as it moved toward her yearning lips. Her tongue frantically searched for and finally wet his lips before diving helplessly into even more darkness.
The flames dancing in her womb were unparalleled to any sensation she’d ever felt. Their tongues battled, their lips bruised, their teeth nipped and all the while he pounded her and she took it. No mercy was granted and none was asked.
“Shit!” He pulled back from her mouth and tasted blood. His own. He roared and instantly his face was ridged and fanged. “You like biting, don’t you?”
She lacked the oxygen required to speak and was too shocked at realizing how much she had enjoyed that to form words anyway. She nodded yes and licked the copper liquid from her lip and her heart sped up even more.
His chest rumbled low and long at the sight of her tasting his blood. And, hearing her enjoy it started the bolts of electricity shooting to his groin. He ached to rip her body in two with just his cock and wanted to watch her eyes as he did it. He tugged the blindfold off and waited for her reaction to his morphed features.
Once her eyes adjusted and she realized he had vamped, an instant of fear passed through her followed immediately by the thrill of feral lust. She licked her lips and her pupils dilated inviting him in.
He watched her eyes. The once soft hazel orbs were now black with animal desire, dark welcoming lairs for his beast to make home. For a moment he stopped his thrusts amazed that she hadn’t turned away and had, in fact, craved him even more. His hands loosened from her rear and began to travel across her hips and waist, finally stopping to stroke and fondle her breasts.
The respite from his thrusts gave her a chance to slow her breathing. He entranced her when his eyes turned from bright yellow to warm gold and he resumed his movement, rocking smoothly and tenderly inside her. The back of his hands brushed her nipples, his barest touch forcing her eyes closed in concentration. He leaned forward and sniffed and laved her neck. Suddenly, she heard a deep purring emanating from the back of his throat.
The sound was astonishing but somehow not right. It sang to her female heart speeding up her mating motions. But it was soft and sweet and her newly released demon ached to be ravaged again. He had driven her up the side of Everest and she had to see the view from the top.
She thumped her head against his. He stared at her annoyed by the interruption. “Got a use for those fangs, or are you just happy to see me?”
Growling, he ignored her and went back to smelling the ambrosia of her heated blood just below the surface at the base of her neck.
She constricted her muscles around him, bucked hard and bit his ear to punctuate her meaning.
“Damn, woman, you’re about to break off my cock, and what’s with the ear biting?”
“Use it or lose it. And I thought you might need a lesson in biting, Professor, since you don’t seem to remember what these…” She lapped at his fangs. “…are for.”
He grabbed her shoulders and brought her face a hair’s breath away from his. “Don’t tempt me Cordelia. Once marked, you’re mine…forever.” He pumped into her harder and deeper, the thought of tasting her blood and claiming her body as his recharged his monster’s passion.
Cordy searched his eyes and saw the seriousness of his words and felt it. His body reached into hers, staking his claim with every stroke. The intimacy of his need to possess entwined with the same need in her and made her dizzy.
Her heart raced and forced blood to push against the surface of her face and neck, plumping her to the point of bursting. He moaned at the strong smell of her life so close to his mouth, his tongue, his jagged teeth. He closed his eyes and breathed her in. Picturing the moment he would puncture her skin and first taste her thick, creamy fluid, he hardened even more and he hammered into her womb.
She swooned at the feel of his cock so deep inside her. The base of his shaft lashed against her clit, each pummel transporting the message to her core to take him, keep him, claim him. Her body accepted his offer tightening around the embodiment of his desire. The more her body constricted and declared her ownership, the more she needed his claim. On the brink of falling, the full meaning of the words she merely spoke earlier became clear. Her lips grazed his ear and spoke them again as she fervently demanded, “Possess me.”
His eyes shot open at her words and his animal wailed with her want. His body thrilled at what was to come and his cock rammed into her brutally. He flung his arms gripping her body into his chest and felt her vaginal muscles lock him in as she panted over and over, “Mine, mine, mine.”
Her incredibly strong orgasm thrummed against his cock as her voice shouted his name again and again. The need to take this woman as his, and his alone was stronger than the soul’s voice in his head begging him no. He howled and plunged his fangs into her neck. The moment her hot essence coated his throat and infused his dead cells, she became his and she owned all he had to give when he exploded into her.
The sensation of his teeth in her, the pain of him taking her blood being followed by the ultimate pleasure of feeling him spill into her, was the most powerful moment of her life. The strength of the bond was beyond sex and beyond love. It was being filled by something she had known she lacked her whole life, but could never name. And he filled her again and again to the point of overflowing, and she came again.
He felt her second orgasm quiver over him as he plunged twice more dispelling his last few drops into her womb. Her fluttering heart and quaking center made her taste even sweeter and he fought his natural instinct to remain attached and drain her. Snarling at the loss, he retracted from her neck and gently washed the wound with his tongue, sealing it for all time with his scent.
As her senses floated down and anchored her to this world again, she folded into him unable to stand. He untied her wrists and laid her on the floor wrapping her dress around her. Reclining on his side next to her, he stroked her cheek until her eyes slowly opened.
He was still vamped and she brought her fingers up to caress his forehead ridges and around his eye to his cheek. He took her wrist and brought her palm to his lips and kissed it.
Looking up she saw herself reflected in the ceiling. She pulled her head up and finally got a good look at the interior of the elevator. They were surrounded by mirrors except for the window to the lobby.
“Mirrors? I guess you weren’t lying about your seventies porn addiction.”
“Have you ever watched yourself being fucked by a vampire?”
Her eyebrow shot up as the image of her body being invaded over and over again by an invisible cock played in her mind.
She sported a wicked grin and asked, “Have you ever watched your invisible ass being whipped by a seer?”
The soul was pissed and finally able to assert himself. This is just great! She was supposed to hate me and stop this bet tomorrow. Now, you’ve bonded us for life. What kind of a pussy demon are you?
**You’re right. I failed. I am a miserable excuse for a hell beast. But, look on the bright side. I’m getting spanked for it later.**