EIGHTEEN

Azeroth

I don't like the way her body gets all tense again. The way her shoulders are up by her ears and the way she's pulling away from me.

Not when I just had a spiritual fucking experience. If I had any soul—very difficult for a demon to achieve—I think it would have just been sucked out of my body with how hard I came. Something about the sweet way she did everything she could to take care of me. Refusing to force me by speaking. At the same time, tenderly telling me to come for her.

God, I could come again just to the memory of those words on her lips.

I squash down the thoughts trying to rise up and choke me just at that moment. Thoughts about how selfish I was to ask her to say the things she said to me. Only, I think part of the reason I got off so hard was the sweet way she told me to fuck her. The way she told me not to come. And I definitely got off on being compelled to wait. To delay gratification until she commanded me to come.

That's not something I've ever done before. To be honest, I've never had the willpower. But fuck me if that wasn't the best sex I've ever had.

Elodie tries to get up.

I stop her. "Hey now. There will be none of that, yet." Just to prove my point, I send a little sizzle of power to her nipples and clit.

She gasps. "Oh, but—"

Another, stronger this time.

"Oh!" She subsides with a moan and I seize my chance.

I roll on top of her, lower my head and taste the sweet, soft skin, the lingering rapture of her orgasm. Power charges through me, wild and joyful. So much I have magic to waste—to splurge. This is why a summoning can so quickly turn carnal. Not something I've engaged in before. I've always felt too disgusted with any human who ever summoned me.

Not Elodie, though.

I send another flare of magic, targeting her thighs, her belly, and run phantom fingers along her sensitive sides.

Her back bows. She clutches my horns.

I could easily get lost in this and never emerge.

I toy with her, finding spots that make her moan. Finding spots that make her breathless. Eventually, I push apart her legs. "Do you need more, cherie? Did I leave you restless? It's OK. You can tell me."

"N-no." Her voice is unsteady. Beneath my hand cupping her pussy, her muscles tense. "I'm OK."

I chuckle. "I think you do. Shall I make you come again?"

"It's OK. I don't know if I—" She moans when I circle a careful finger around her swollen clit.

It must be very sensitive, but she doesn't protest. I watch her for signs I'm hurting her while I flick the little bud, finding what pressure works best. I know what she likes before she's been fucked, but it's likely now is different.

She responds best when I slide two fingers inside her dripping pussy. So I fuck her with my fingers until she's shuddering under me. So beautiful, this angelic little human. So perfect. She tastes so good, I can't resist flicking my long tongue out to sample her again, even while my fingers plunge in and out of her.

Elodie hums. She writhes harder. Oh, that's delicious. I must have more. I work my fingers and tongue in unison until at last she cries out and gifts me with a little rush of moisture as she comes in my mouth and around my hand.

I look up to her staring down at me in wonder. "God, you are dangerous." Her head flops back on the pillow and she sighs.

At least, she lets me pull her into my arms for a proper cuddle this time. Using my tail I flick the blankets over us. I'm gratified when she lets out another long sigh and snuggles against my chest.

"Don't tell me you don't like this part." I kiss her forehead absentmindedly. "Everyone likes this part."

She murmurs something, but it's not intelligible. That's OK. Now is time for resting, not talking. There will be plenty of time for talking later.

In fact, I could make more time for talking and for more of this if I work from home and cancel all my face to face appointments. The more I think about it, the better that idea sounds. I resolve to have Valorie do it. As soon as I get up.

For the moment, though, I savor the embrace and the feel of her in my arms and the way her small body draws on my warmth beneath the blankets.

What was the issue before? Was it only that I hadn't completely satisfied her? My instincts tell me it's more than that, but I can't think of what. I made sure she wanted it. I didn't pressure or coerce her into something she didn't want. There's no reason for her to feel guilty. She doesn't have a boyfriend, and she doesn't need to worry about being caught because I took her home instead of fucking her in my office like I was imagining half the day.

So what was it?

I made her come. I'm certain of it. I search her mind for signs she still wants more, but they're extinguished for now.

I have no doubt I could rouse them with a little effort, but for now she needs to rest.

Humans! This is why I need to spy on her dreams. How else am I supposed to understand her?

Elodie's breathing slows. Her body is loose and relaxed against mine.

I brush her hair away from her forehead and tease a gentle thumb across her cheek. "Elodie? Are you asleep?"

No answer.

I could just slip into her dreams now to check what's bothering her. It would hardly be more of an invasion than what I've done already. At least now, I know she actually is happy to fuck me.

Temptation, as always, is too great. I close my eyes and let myself drift into her mind.