pulled me down to meet her lips.
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Chapter 15
I was lost in an embrace I had no desire to escape. Thrusting
endlessly into her slick heat. Trapped by the inhuman strength of the smooth,
sleek limbs wrapped around me. My life force poured out of me like a river,
an endless banquet that my lover eagerly devoured.
I vaguely remembered being on the bottom at first. A helpless victim,
unable to do anything but thrust and give and explode in one climax after
another. But that had been a long time ago. As she’d drained me her hunger had
gradually become less frantic, her control dissolving into rapturous bliss. At
some point her ruthless plundering of my energy had become my equally
ruthless conquest of her eager young body.
There was a hand on my back. A female voice, chanting words I
couldn’t understand. I wiped the sweat from my brow, and slowed.
“Avilla?”
“Daniel! Goodness, I was starting to wonder if you were coming
back. My counterspell is working, then?”
Cerise ground herself against me. Her hot core milked at me, what felt
like a dozen silken fingers stroking and squeezing my length. I groaned, and
found myself thrusting harder again. Fuck, I was about to…
I erupted inside her, for what felt like the hundredth time. She matched
me with a delighted wail, and I nearly lost myself again. She was so beautiful.
Her dizzying scent, her breathy moans, the play of smooth muscle under silken
skin as she writhed against me. Her face, so expressive and so utterly lost in
the ecstasy of our shared pleasure. She was intoxicating.
“Bind her quickly, Daniel,” Avilla breathed in my ear. Her
magnificent breasts pressed into my back, and only the fact that she was still
clothed let me resist the fantasy that immediately presented itself.
Bind Cerise?
The fog cleared a little, and I really looked at my lover. Yes, she was
beautiful, but there was precious little humanity left in her. The cute little horns
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that had sprouted from her forehead were much bigger now, curling around her
temples before rising into vertical points. Her eyes were pools of absolute
darkness, windows into a soul overflowing with demonic power. Her skin was
a flawless expanse of ivory that glowed with a hypnotic inner light, and her
parted lips revealed prominent fangs amid a mouth full of disturbingly sharp
teeth.
I had vague memories of her biting me, drinking my blood, ripping a
chunk of flesh from my shoulder and devouring it while she held me down and
savagely fucked me. No, she had long since lost any semblance of self-control.
Was there even anything left of Cerise in there? Or was this beauty
just a mindless amalgamation of the demons she’d drained?
Her eyes drifted open, and she looked up at me adoringly.
“Fuck me more, Daniel,” she purred. “Fuck me forever.”
Something shifted inside her, and then what felt like dozens of slick
tongues were slithering around my organ. I tried to pull away, but her strong
legs drew me easily back in.
“Focus, Daniel!” Avilla insisted.
Cerise’s gaze drifted past me, and her eyes lit up with delight.
“Honeydew!”
Cerise reached up to grasp her arms, trapping her in her position
pressed against my back, and Avilla squeaked in surprise. Then she moaned
raggedly into my ear.
“Oh, goddess! Her tail! I can’t… no, not there! Hurry, Daniel! She…
she knows all my spots…”
Avilla shuddered, and bit my shoulder. Cerise gave me a smug look.
“My Honeydew.”
I nodded. “Your Honeydew.”
I thrust, and lit up every pleasure sensor in her finely tuned body with
my flesh magic.
Her whole body clenched convulsively. Her eyes rolled back, and I
could feel the instant orgasm that shattered her thoughts.
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But the way Avilla writhed against my back made it clear that her tail
was running on autopilot, and I wasn’t getting any more help from that quarter.
The buxom witch was so easy Cerise could reduce her to dazed incoherence
with her fingers in moments, and that was without seductive demonic sex
powers. I was on my own now.
Only one option, then. I spun a binding around her, my meta-magical
sorcery easily translating the theory I’d read into practice.
“My Cerise,” I growled in her ear.
“Yes!” She agreed instantly, any thought of resistance long since
dissolved by the pleasures we’d shared. She was more lost than I’d been. Was
it even possible to bring her back?
“My brave, clever, loyal Cerise,” I murmured in her ear, punctuating
each statement with a thrust of my hips and another flash of blinding pleasure.
“Yes, yes, yes!” She wailed, climaxing again with each thrust. Her
magic embraced mine eagerly, happily accepting the compulsion. The huge
mass of stolen power she’d absorbed from me churned and shifted in response,
still almost as much mine as it was hers.
“Demanding and playful,” I went on. “Beautiful and deadly. A mighty
witch, always in command of your stolen power.”
She gasped, staring sightlessly up into space as her skin beaded with
sudden sweat. She balanced trembling on the verge of another titanic orgasm as
conflicting forces battled within her. I could see the moment when some part of
her realized what was happening, and threw what will she could still muster
into the balance.
“Yes!” She gasped.
The deadlock broke. All the power she’d taken from me flowed easily
into a new pattern, and crashed down upon the tangled knots of half-absorbed
darkness. Shadows chased each other across her skin, and for a moment her
hair lashed out in a blind attempt to strangle me.
Then it fell limp. Cerise lay there panting for a moment, as the magic
that filled her settled into its new configuration. When she finally opened her
eyes the unnatural darkness was gone.
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“You bound me to be myself?” She murmured.
“Yeah,” I replied. “Do you need anything else, before I seal it?”
A crooked smile stole across her lips. “Let’s go with: ‘But all my
sexy powers are yours to command when you want.’ So I can relax and let go
sometimes without having to worry about what I’ll do.”
I chuckled. “Done.”
She squirmed against me as the final binding settled over her. “That’s
so hot. Make me agree, Daniel.”
“Naughty wench.”
I started thrusting again, but this time I didn’t hit her quite so hard with
the flesh magic. She gasped, thrashed, her claws digging into the shredded
remains of my shirt as her tight channel began to work my tool again.
“Say it!” I ordered roughly.
Her eyes screwed shut, and her head thrashed from side to side. She
was almost there, but I wasn’t letting her reach her peak.
“Ah! Fuck! S-sneaky bastard! I… y-yes! Fuck, yes! Make me your
bitch, Daniel.”
I let her find her release, and found myself abruptly driven over the
edge as well by the impossible sensations emanating from her hot core. I
collapsed on top of her, panting for breath.
“Agreed, and sealed till we both recant,” I gasped, completing the
weave that would make the binding self-sustaining. “Fuck, you’re a handful.”
She snuggled into me with a smug grin. “Damn right I am, and don’t
you forget it.”
A soft whimper reminded me that we weren’t alone.