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Demonic possession isn’t supposed to feel like ecstasy. When I consumed Belial, he took root inside of me and poisoned everything he touched. It hurt like being struck by lightning, over and over, searing my nerves endlessly.
Stolas’ possession is the polar opposite. He takes hold of all that I am, and tucks it safely away, the spirit of him a balm to my soul. Euphoria is all that I feel now. If this is death, I accept it gracefully. Giving in to his possession is orgasmic. He is filling me with his love, his tranquility, his knowledge. All that he is, weaves itself into me.
“I’ve got you, Selene.” His voice is in my head. Quiet, comforting. Safe. “Sleep now, give yourself to me.”
I smile warmly as I drift away.
Chapter Thirteen
I’mlostagain,driftingaimlessly through the vast, dark ocean. My tired eyes are heavy, but open against the inky darkness that surrounds me. There are stars here, small, twinkling orbs of gentle light slipping through my fingertips as I meander through the shadows. Without gravity, my body is cradled by darkness. I float, unencumbered, without a care in the world.
This time, I am certain Stolas is with me. I feel him all around me, the dark tendrils of his power coiled around me protectively. My soul is fragmented again, my body broken. Once I finally blacked out after the battle with Belial, the demonic possession took hold. Completely, irrevocably.
He is deep inside of me, holding all of my broken pieces together. Repairing the damage and soothing my mind, just as he promised he would.
I don’t know how long I’ve been here, or how long I need to stay, but none of that really matters. All that matters is him.
My Great Prince of Hell. My protector, my teacher, my lover.
Eventually, after what feels like an eternity, I feel Stolas embracing me. The massive, eldritch horror of a demon coils around me protectively. His voice is a dark whisper, inhuman and indistinguishable to my human ears. Somehow, I understand him anyway.
“Little witch.”
“Stolas,” I whisper, feeling the ritualistic magic of his name on my tongue. His talons press into my skin as his massive hands grip my hips, pulling me across his lap. “Where are we?” I speak, though my words come out slow and barely audible.
“Safe. Hidden.”
An attempt to lift my gaze to look up at Stolas is fruitless, my eyes feel heavy and blurry and wherever we are, it is as dark as a moonless night. All I can see is his monstrous silhouette, completely inhuman, with those colossal horns jutting out from the dark framework of his skull.
My hands roam his otherworldly physique, drawn to the warmth of his strange skin. He is strong and inhuman beneath my touch, but I feel no fear. My conscious mind knows this demon is pure, maddening horror to look upon, but my body doesn’t care.
Arousal burns like an awakening fire, low in my body. I want him, exactly as he is, in all his unholy splendor.
Once upon a time, the thought would have made me seriously question my sanity. I would have never dreamed of wanting to make love to Stolas in his true form, but right now it’s all I can think about.
I feel so damn good here, wrapped in his alien embrace and floating endlessly through the dark ether. The quiet tranquility and the absolute safety of this realm Stolas has created is giving me the opportunity to explore the feelings of desire I’ve carried with me since our bond was made complete.
Aware of my thoughts, a low rumbling growl emanates from Stolas’ chest.
“You cannot take me like this, little witch.”
I need to. I feel him wrapped around my soul like the unyielding root of an ancient tree, and I now need him inside of my body too.
“Please, Stolas,” I whisper in a needy moan, my hand slipping down his body to feel for his cock. When I find it, the feel of it brings a sharp hiss from my lips. It is heavy and thick in my hand, though the shape is strange, I know without a shred of doubt that he was built for the most wicked pleasure imaginable.
“Oh, Stolas,” I groan, gripping him tightly in my hand. I cannot wrap my fingers all the way around him, nor can I see anything beyond the misty darkness, but his cock would fill all of the empty space inside of me with no room to spare.
My imagination runs wild. He would come, and it would spill into my womb, the head of his cock would be pressed right up against my cervix as his thick release spilled inside of me. Those dark tendrils that accompany his seed would fill me up, stroke every dark corner of my body, make me ride orgasm after orgasm until I am nothing but a quivering, broken mess.
I cannot stop the moan that escapes me as I imagine what fucking him like this would feel like.
“Little witch, you will be my undoing,” his disembodied voice is a sultry whisper, full of lust and wickedness.
His hands grip me again, talons digging into my skin just enough to ignite my nerve endings, as he lifts me. Sensation erupts across my skin, it feels as though we are moving through water. We are drifting through it effortlessly, but despite being in this dark ocean, every breath I draw into my lungs is full of clean, comfortable air.
Pure magic.
My legs are forced open wide as my knees settle on either side of his waist, since my legs cannot comfortably straddle his massive thighs. When he pulls me closer and presses my smaller body against his, I moan at the feel of his monstrous cock wedged firmly against my aching pussy.
