Page 18 of The Daughter of the Devil

“That you were even interested.” With one hand rested in the small of her back, I let the other wander up her thick stockings, finding their way up her skirt and gripping her ass tightly. Her legs find their way back around my waist, holding me close to her. Holding her tightly, I prepare for the worst as I pick her up and lay her onto the floor and leaning over her. Pressing my lips to hers I move them lower until I’m sucking on her neck roughly on that tender mortal skin of hers. The skin itself starting to boil. I continue to plant those rough kisses and nips down to her collarbone, my hands roaming her body and upwards from her stomach to her breasts. Her nipples grew harder through the fabric as I played with them, pinching and twirling them between my fingers. Morgana’s impatience was palpable as she removes her hands from around my neck to lift up her shirt over her head. I allow her that moment of her skin away from my lips.

My mouth moves lower again, this time stopping just above her breasts and sucking, attempting to leave whatever marks I possibly can. She lets out a small whimper, I might be too rough, but she isn’t asking me to stop. She lets out a squeak as I take her nipple into my mouth, a sharp moan of pleasure escapes her. With a free hand I went searching for the clasp that held her skirt on and find it with little trouble. As the fabric flattens itself against the cold floor, the claws on my fingers do little to help me remove her stockings without ripping them. Forgoing the attempt, I pull at them and the tear echoes in the room, my fingers rub over her underwear, which was already soaked from her wetness. I knew I could smell her earlier. It reassured me that she wanted this. As I kiss down her stomach, I pull down the remainder of her torn stockings and underwear, pressing my nose to her soaking pussy, sliding my tongue across her folds once, then once again. The harder I push into her, the louder she moans. I wrap my hands around her hips and slip my tongue deep into her. I hold her hips tighter as she starts to thrust up and down, but my grip holds her firmly in place. As I squeeze I scent something I shouldn’t – blood. Leaning up I notice that my claws pierced right through her skin.

“Why’d you stop?” She breathes out, looking up at me with something more than confusion—pure lust. She didn’t feel the pain. Leaning down to kiss up her thigh and hips, I lick the small trickle of blood on her and start coming up once more till our lips meet again with a desperate heat. She pulls the t-shirt off over my head and begins to unbutton my pants. Her desire for me is overwhelming. Me, a servant to her every whim. She brings her hands back up to explore my chest when she breathes out, “Fuck, I love that look on you.” I pull from her from just a moment, the panting starting to come to me. She must see the confusion in my eyes. “There’s something about your true form, there’s something behind those eyes that’s fierce, determined—and it brings up those markings of yours." A quick glance to my forearm confirms this, all my markings and tattoos have come up, which means my eyes, fangs and more have come back too. As her hands trail back down to my boxers beneath my now opened pants, I grab a hold of her wrist tightly and swiftly.

“Are you sure, Morgana?”

“Say that again?”

“Are you sure?”

“No, my name. You only say my name in front of mortals. I like you using my name.” A wicked grin can’t help but spread across my face.

“You have to tell me if you’re in pain. I don’t-”

“I know, Alistair. I’ve heard the rumours.” Demons have an unnatural form during sex. Odd things can happen and the last thing I want to do is kill her. I tug downwards on my pants, letting out my cock which was already hard and dripping. Morgana’s hands come up to take hold of it. “Yeah, this might hurt.”

“We can stop. I’m still in control right now.”

“If I were still in command, I’d tell you to shut up and fuck me already.” I pulse inside me snapped, leaning right down into her mouth, I let my tongue wander, even as the form starts to take me, I feel like two versions of me want to ravish this woman and her vixen-like tongue. I can feel it as my tongue lengthens, able to travel further into her mouth and throat. Grabbing her hips I lift them, position myself at her entrance. I can feel the twitch inside me. Shaking I struggle with the desire to do any of this gently but letting my demon take control. I can’t stop it. Taking a death grip hold of her I thrust fully into her wet pussy as she screams out. Her back arches into me, the vibrations of her scream felt through the length of my tongue down her throat. I smell more blood, but I’m not stopping. Grabbing hold of her I pull out and push into her once more. With every thrust she screams out. As I push, she bangs into my harder—pulling her back toward me as hard as I want. Picking up her up by the back I sit up with my legs under her and let her legs wrap around my back. Bouncing her up and down on top of me I bring my tongue back to kiss her neck, then bite. She takes hold of my hair tightly. Fuck I never realized how tiny she actually was. Picking her up once more I find no trouble in taking her to the whiteboard glued to the wall at the front of the classroom, pushing her up against it I thrust in harder, taking grip of her thighs. I know something is changing in me. I haven’t experienced a sexual change before but I can no longer stop it. I feel my cock pulsate, changing. As it does, it becomes a little harder to push into her, but I keep going, biting into her collarbone, blood begins to trickle. Licking it up I can feel myself getting closer to a release when Morgana starts to shake in my grip. She continues to scream out with every thrust. “A-Alistiar, I’m-” Refusing to let her finish, my tongue finds its way back down her throat. A particular thrust must have done the trick. She’s shaking uncontrollably, screaming out and I feel the soaking pool coming from her. She came on me.

But I’m not done with her. “I still have nine minutes.” I whisper in her ear as I take her off me, throwing her down onto the teacher’s desk face down, not letting my dick even get cold I thrust back into her. I hold her down by her back as I pound my way back in. The desk moves a bit with each movement, but I don’t care. I feel the release coming back. I grab both of her legs and use her thighs to pull her to me, so that she can feel all of me. Her tightness is evident as I hit her wall each time. I move back to her hips and hold her to me with all my strength as I let out a release. Relief washes over me as I do. I can feel the emotion coming back to me as I realize…I really did do whatever I wanted with her. She genuinely had no choice in the matter. I pull out and see for the first time what happened right before it started to return back to normal. Apparently, I become a bit more ribbed and thicker in a sexual capacity. Good to know I suppose. Reality hits me hard as I turn Morgana around and she’s panting as heavily as I am. Overlooking her body I see what I’ve done, the bites on her neck and collarbone, the claw gashes on her hips and the bruising around and between her thighs were all coming up, blood was even drying where it had dripped from inside her. I did that. “My Lady, I’m so sor-”

“Morgana.” She interrupts me. Relief overwhelms me as I pick her up and place her on the ground in a more comfortable position than splayed on a table. Crawling up beside her I grab her and bring her to my chest. She allows me to and wraps her arms around my neck.

“Are you alright, Morgana?” I ask her.

“I am.”

“Really?”

“I didn’t know that I…” She swallows, steading her breath, “I didn’t know that all I needed was you.” The chill from the floor doesn’t send bumps over my body, it’s her words.

“I am whatever you need of me.” Although the thought pains through, if she were to ever get her powers back, we can’t be together, and I know despite her words, she wouldn’t choose me over her powers. But until there is a way to bring them back, she is mine.

19

Unsure

Morgana

Ileave the school, feeling flustered and unsure of myself. My emotions are a tangled mess, and my thoughts race uncontrollably. I just had relations with a Hell's Demon who also happens to be an incubus, and I can't help but wonder if my human body can handle that long term. The energy he took from me leaves me feeling drained, but I didn't die. Maybe, just maybe, even though I might not have my powers, I still have angelic blood in my veins. I'm not sure, and the uncertainty gnaws at me.

As we walk back to the Hell's portal, I can't stop fidgeting. My hands are restless, my mind racing with questions and doubts. I glance at Alistair, who walks beside me, his presence a mixture of comfort and anxiety. He keeps glancing at me, his expression one of concern, and it only irritates me further.

"You keep staring at me, Alistair. What is it?" I snap, my voice sharper than I intended.

He looks taken aback but quickly composes himself. "I'm just checking if you're alright."

"I'm fine," I respond curtly, trying to dismiss the conversation.

"But you shouldn't be. I could have killed you," he says, his voice laced with guilt and worry.

"You didn't," I retort, but the words feel hollow. As we approach the portal, I feel a sense of dread. The familiar sight of the swirling dark energy that marks the entrance to Hell should be comforting, but instead, it feels ominous. I stop and turn to Alistair, my heart heavy with regret and determination.

"Alistair, I don't know what to do," I admit, my voice barely above a whisper. He steps closer, his eyes filled with a mixture of concern and resolve. "We'll figure it out together, my lady. You’re stronger than you think, and so am I."

I take a deep breath, feeling the weight of unspoken words pressing down on me. "There's something else," I say, my voice trembling. "I... I have feelings for you, Alistair. And if I get my powers back, we can't be together."

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