Page 29 of Raising the Sun

“Yes, that’s it! Give it to me,” I groaned, fangs bared. “Fill me up!”

The human came with a sob, his nails biting into my skin, his whole body a trembling arch. I wanted to watch him fall apart, to commit to memory how thoroughly I’d wrecked him, but my vision blazed with fire and my flesh prickled with heat, my full demon form clawing under the surface at the same moment as my release barrelled through me.

I let it filter in, just enough for my senses to heighten and the pleasure to become an almost overwhelming buzz in my veins. It was a rush, an intense hit of adrenaline and power that begged to be unleashed, but I managed to keep it somewhatunder control—there would be no benefit in oversharing my vulnerabilities.

A needling wave of fiery feathers sprouted over my back, collarbones, and thighs. It wasn’t nearly as freeing as it would feel to unfurl my wings, but it was good, nonetheless. There was a brief moment of euphoria, the entire plane of existence narrowing to nothing except myself and the human tied to me. The erratic beat of his heart echoed in my ears, his scent surrounded me like a cloud of the finest, most addictive perfume, and I felt full in ways I couldn’t explain.

The haze broke when Isaac’s breath caught. His cock twitched valiantly once more, and I placed my hands on the bed beside his head, breathing through the aftershocks.

The human was panting, staring up at me, transfixed. “You have feathers?” he said, sounding mystified. “They’re beautiful. Can I… can I touch them?”

The request was an innocent one, but made my skin crawl all the same. I would have considered it had my nerves not been so raw and the act itself not a littletoointimate.

The hopeful look in his eyes, the curiosity, would get him anything, I feared.

“I am a little sensitive right now, pet, but I promise I’ll let you touch them to your heart’s content another time.”

He was disappointed, of course, but nodded in understanding and took to smoothing his hands over my knees instead as if to comfort me—really the most darling little creature.

I rescinded my shift and lay down beside him, letting his soft cock slip free. Neither of us spoke, the human clearly satisfied with basking in the hot and heady afterglow, and I, graciously, hadn’t the urge to spoil it yet. It was his first time, after all, and there was no doubt some reflection to be had.

I supposed he deserved to do it in peace.

However, I regretted my lack of interest in mischief almost immediately as the silence allowed the thoughts from earlier to creep in. I had expected the usual detachment to happen, the ‘that was thrilling, but I’m bored again’ sensation to occur, but it didn’t. I felt good in his presence, sated, and it was—to put it lightly—rather confusing.

I had thought taking the creature’s virginity would be a bit of long overdue fun, but lying there, watching his chest rise and fall, sensing the calmness washing over him that I suspected he hadn’t known for a long time, felt different. I felt greedy, as if I could have him over and over again and never grow tired of it.

I wanted him to know more of that tranquillity and ease, and be the reason for it.

It was… strange.

It was no secret that the human was drowning in self-loathing—a typically hilarious sight from my perspective. His confidence was nearly non-existent, and the fear of failure his constant companion. Since my arrival, I’d caught mere glimpses of his true personality. His wit, his creativity, his persistence. All bewitching qualities, but because of the ruthe was stuck in, they were all buried deep under misery and hopelessness. He needed to be dragged out of that pitiful hole, nurtured until his spark returned with force.

For reasons I was not yet privy to, the more I dwelt on it, the more attractive the idea of being the one to do it was. There had to be a hidden agenda in there of some kind, as nothing benevolent was done without the promise of personal gain, but nevertheless, I craved to see this wondrous creature heal and grow and be content.

In fact, the sadness I’d once found tantalising in its promise of entertainment was now acidic on my tongue.

“So, is that it?” Isaac’s voice drew me from my musings, his gaze fixed to the ceiling. “Are you free to leave now? Is the bond gone?”

“Careful, pet…” I shifted closer, playfully trailing a finger over his belly, the mess I’d left disappearing. “One might get a complex being cast out from your bed so soon without even a word of praise.”

He looked at me, wide eyed with worry. “That’s not—this wasamazing, I just—”

“I’m only teasing you, my dear.” I kissed his pec in apology. “To answer your question… Not yet. But now, I can help you. Remember, I’m here until you are satisfied.”

“I’m very satisfied.”

“As am I,” I purred, watching his cheeks bloom redder. “But it’s deeper than lust, pet. You’ll know when your wishes have been granted. When your soul is full of whatever it is you seek.”

There was a pause, probably for contemplation, before he hummed and folded one of his arms behind his head. He curled the other around my back, pinning me tighter against him. I felt him twirling the ends of my hair idly through his fingers, and surprisingly, I didn’t want to fight it.

“Maybe we should get to know each other then?” he said, and I narrowed my eyes in suspicion.

“Why?”

“I want to know more about you,” he said with a shrug, and it was so authentic that after a quick internal debate and a shimmy to get more comfortable, I nodded for him to continue. “Okay, er… Have you done this before? Assisted humans with their hopes and dreams, I mean.”

“No, you are my first.” I fluttered my lashes exaggeratedly, making him huff. “In fact, it was a surprise that I was transported here at all. We havepeoplefor this type of thing: demons dedicated to fulfilling the desires of humans who unknowingly cast a summons. But your magician must’ve sensed your need for more than just a low-grade demon. You neededme, specifically, and though I am unsure why—” I lowered my voice to a purr. “It would be thrilling to find out.”

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