Page 18 of Demon's Prey

"What... what are you writing?" she asks, her voice barely a whisper.

I smirk, continuing to paint the runes onto her skin.

"The terms of our contract. Every stroke, every rune, binds you to me."

She shivers again, but this time it's not from the cold. I can see the effect the brush has on her, the way her body responds to each stroke. It's intoxicating, watching her react to my touch.

I finish the last rune, the brush lingering on her hip. Her breaths are ragged, her eyes filled with desire. I step back, admiring my handiwork. The runes glow softly, pulsing with the beat of her heart.

"It's beautiful," she murmurs, her fingers tracing the lines of the runes.

I grin, a wicked glint in my eyes.

"Now, toconsummatethe contract."

Her eyes widen, understanding dawning on her face. "You mean... we have to..."

I nod, stepping closer. "Yes, my dear. We must make love to seal the contract."

Narina trembles against me, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and anticipation. I can't resist any longer. I pull her close, crushing my lips against hers in a searing kiss. She gasps, and I take the opportunity to deepen the kiss, tasting her thoroughly.

When we finally break apart, both panting for air, Narina looks up at me with flushed cheeks. Her voice is barely a whisper.

"The contract... won't it smudge?"

I can't help but chuckle at her innocent concern.

"No, little one. The magic won't let it run or smear." I trail a finger along the glowing runes on her skin, delighting in her shiver. "No matter how much I make you sweat and moan, this ink will stay put."

Her face turns an even deeper shade of red at my words, and I find it utterly adorable. Who knew a human could be so captivating? I've never felt this drawn to anyone before, mortal or demon.

"You're beautiful when you blush," I murmur, tracing the curve of her cheek with my thumb. She leans into my touch, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment.

When she opens them again, there's a new determination in her gaze. "I'm ready," she says softly, but firmly.

I feel a surge of possessiveness. This fragile human, so brave in the face of the unknown. She's mine now, bound by contract and soon to be bound by flesh.

I lay Narina down on a stone bench near the pool, the cool mist from the water casting a soft sheen on her skin. Kneeling between her thighs, I take a moment to appreciate the sight before me. Her body is a masterpiece, every curve and line a testament to her strength and resilience. The runes I've painted onto her skin glow brighter, pulsing with a rhythm that seems to echo the beating of her heart.

I guide myself into her, a low groan escaping my lips as her warmth envelops me. Her eyes meet mine, wide and filled with a mix of anticipation and nervousness. I thrust slowly, deliberately, watching her reactions with keen interest. Her breath hitches, her lips parting slightly as she adjusts to the sensation.

My fingers find her clitoris, circling gently, exploring her responses. Her back arches, a soft moan escaping her lips. I can feel her body tensing, her muscles clenching around me as Icontinue to thrust and tease. Her reactions are fascinating, each gasp and shiver a new piece of the puzzle that is Narina.

"You feel incredible," I murmur, my voice laced with a growl. Her eyes flutter open, meeting mine with a heated gaze.

"You're not so bad yourself," she retorts, a hint of a smile playing on her lips.

I chuckle, leaning down to capture her mouth in a searing kiss. Our tongues clash, her taste driving me wild. I can feel her getting closer, her body tensing, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps.

When she climaxes, her body clamps down on mine, holding me tightly within her. A surge of pleasure courses through me, her reaction satisfying something deep and primal within me. I want to explore her body, to learn every inch of her, to understand what makes her tick.

I'm already addicted to her presence, to the way she challenges me, to the way she makes me feel. This human, this fragile creature, has managed to captivate me in a way no one else ever has. And I'm eager to see where this journey takes us.

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NARINA

The mirror reflects a stranger. Flawless skin, sharper eyes, a subtle glow emanating from within. I trace the contours of my face, marveling at the absence of scars and blemishes. Is this really me?

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