Page 43 of Unbinding the Demon
I growled again as I smashed my face back against her swollen clit and sucked hard. Her body shook as her exquisite nectar poured into my hungry mouth. The muscles of my lower stomach clenched and blissful pressure built within my groin. I allowed my climax right after hers, filling her mouth with my demon seed. She greedily swallowed it all. My faltering appearance shifted back to my human illusion as I lapped away the rest of her release.
She collapsed on top of me, with her breath fanning my glistening dick. I wrapped my arm around one of her thighs and softly kissed the inside. We stayed like that for a moment. Then she gasped and pushed herself up into a seated position, straddling my stomach. Her hair cascaded down her back and swayed to the side as she turned to look over her shoulder at me. Excitement lit up her beautiful face and twinkled in her eyes.
“Oh my gosh! I almost forgot that it’s Saturday!” she exclaimed with a wide smile.
“Yes, so it is.” I chuckled and raised an intrigued brow. The days of the week were a human thing that I never paid much attention to.
“So, don’t you remember? The Sycamore Valley harvest festival is today! I have to get ready!” She leapt off me like an enthusiastic spring-snake and then ungracefully flopped to the floor with a thud. No doubt because I had just weakened her legs.
“You know, the children will be sad if you can’t paint their faces because you broke your arm while jumping off the bed,” I teased and sat up with a small chuckle.
She was also laughing as she climbed up from the floor. “Yeah, and I’d be sad if I didn’t earn that extra credit for my art class.” She smiled, overjoyed, as she walked over to the small bag of clothes she now kept here and began rummaging through it.
I lustfully trailed my eyes over her svelte, naked form, and irritation washed over me knowing it would soon be covered up. If I had my powers unbound, I would have incinerated all of her useless garments by now. I was displeased when she put on a black turtleneck dress with short sleeves and a flowing knee-length skirt. It was apparent that she was attempting to cover up where I’d bitten her. I hadn’t intended to bite her, especially since I had been trying to avoid frightening her again.
However, after hearing her say that she was mine after being so frightened of losing her, I couldn’t help but give in to my sanguine desires and infernally claim her. Luckily, she didn’t seem too concerned by it or notice just how deep my canines had sunk in. Since my power was bound, the magic of the claim was weak. It would soon fade if the other steps weren’t completed, so I wasn’t worried. Yet, I was still annoyed by her hiding it. I wanted it to be visible. I wanted people to know that she was mine, and only mine...Even if it was justfor a season.
“Are you sure you want that extra credit?” I got off the bed and walked over to her. “It would be much more fun to stay naked and fuck all day. Maybe we could even take a few breaks here and there for food... and then get right back to fucking.” I pulled her back against me and made sure that she felt my growing erection.
“Yes, I’m sure! It’s good for my GPA. Plus, the festival will be fun.” She spun around and poked my chest.
I sighed with disappointment. “Alright, as you wish.” I picked her up and forcefully pushed her back against the wall. “But not until I’ve fucked you at least once today.”
And I did just that. I fucked her against the wall, and then again on the kitchen table during breakfast. Then, after all that fucking, she needed a shower, so I fucked her in there too.
The sun was bright, with only a few clouds drifting by its warming rays. Dust kicked up beneath my feet as we passed under the welcome sign for Cedar Seed Farms.We walked along a dirt road leading to a large red barn with tents pitched all around it. I carried Gwendolyn’s bag of face paint and art supplies. It was the gentlemanly thing to do, considering she was struggling to use her enervated legs after all that fucking. It wasn’t a far walk from the parking lot, but I was still tempted to carry her.
People were busy setting up their games and booths as we searched for Gwendolyn’s professor. I kept a wary eye out as I took in my surroundings. Forested, autumn-color hills lined the open field we were in, and an old water wheel turned peacefully on a winding creek. There were animal pastures, some fruit orchards, and a large corn maze nearby. Pumpkins decorated literally everything, horses whinnied at the hayride carriages, and scarecrows sat on hay bales.
I can’t believe I’m actually attending this human rubbish.
“Mrs. Chuong!” Gwendolyn waved at a tiny, middle-aged woman who was literally dressed as a fucking pumpkin.
“Oh! Gwendolyn! I’m so glad that you’re here! Come, you can set up at this table!” She spoke with a thick Vietnamese accent while waving us over with excitement. She was standing under a small canopy with a table and a couple of chairs.
“Thank you,” Gwendolyn smiled while limping over. “Oh, by the way, this is my boyfriend, Ashton. I hope you don’t mind that I brought him along.”
“Of course I don’t mind! He’s so handsome!” Mrs. Chuong laughed, causing her shoulder-length, straight black hair to bob from beneath her silly pumpkin hat.
“It’s nice to meet you. Judging by how much Gwendolyn enjoys your class, I’m guessing you must be a wonderful professor,” I smiled and put the art supplies on the table.
“Oh my! Thank you!” Her cheeks reddened while she used her hand to fan her face in a humorous way, as if things were suddenly too hot to handle. “Oh! One more thing!” She began rummaging around in a large red tote bag. Then she pulled out a pair of the most ridiculous matching pumpkin hats I’d ever seen. “I made hats for you to wear!” Her face beamed with pride. She held one up enthusiastically while staring at me, teeming with joy. “And luckily, I made extras!”
I stared at the hat with great displeasure. It was bright orange, with bouncy green ribbons spiraling out from the felt-fabric stem. Little black pom-poms made up a pair of lopsided eyes, and a squiggly black pipe cleaner created the outrageous smile. And if that wasn’t bad enough, it was also covered in glitter.
Gwendolyn laughed as she took them. “Oh my gosh, these are too funny!” She put hers on with a joyous grin, and then handed me the other one with a cruel smirk, fully aware of how much I hated it.
“I’m not wearing that. I have to maintain at least some of my dignity, you know.” I crossed my arms and pursed my lips in irritation.
“Please?”
“No.”
“Why not?” Her hand affectionately ran up along my bicep, trying to melt my resolve. I gritted my teeth because it was somewhat working.
“Well, for one thing, I don’t wear color. Let alone ostentatious pumpkin hats.” That was true. Not once in my eight thousand and twenty-three years of existence had I ever worn any color other than black.
“Come on, pretty please? It’s for the children.” She looked up at me with big, pleading eyes that I, for some reason, had a lot of trouble refusing. I gazed back down at her, then at the vulgar pumpkin hat, and then back at her suppliant face...Since when did I care so much about pleasing this girl?
