19. Calix

19

CALIX

G eneva stands there, staring at the crystal in her hand, satisfaction etched on her face. The foyer is silent. I materialize in front of her, unable to contain the smirk that tugs at the corners of my mouth.

"Impressive," I say, my voice a low rumble. Her eyes snap up to meet mine, a spark of defiance still burning in their green depths. "You've got a knack for this, little human."

She scoffs, but there's a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "I had a good teacher," she retorts, holding out the crystal containing Miss Pickett's soul. I take it from her, my fingers brushing against hers, and I can't help but notice the shiver that runs through her at the contact.

"So, what now?" she asks, her voice steady despite the turmoil I can see swirling in her eyes.

I hold up the three crystals in my palm, a wicked grin spreading across my face. "Now, we make something beautiful," I say. I bring my hands together, the crystals clinking softly as I begin to chant under my breath. The air around us crackles with energy, the hairs on the back of my neck standing on end as I call forth my power.

Geneva watches, her eyes wide with awe. The crystals begin to glow, their light casting eerie shadows on the walls of the dimly lit room. I can feel the souls within them, their essence pulsing in time with my heartbeat. I weave my magic around them, binding them together, shaping them into something new.

"What are you doing?" Geneva whispers, her voice barely audible over the hum of my magic.

The magic reaches a crescendo, the air around us thick with power. I bring my hands together with a sharp clap, the sound echoing through the room like a thunderclap. The light from the crystals flares brightly, momentarily blinding us both. When our vision clears, I'm holding a single, intricate red amulet, the three crystals now fused into one.

I hold it out to Geneva, the chain dangling from my fingers. She reaches out, her hand hesitating for a moment before she takes it, her fingers brushing against mine. I can see the questions swirling in her eyes, but she remains silent, her gaze fixed on the amulet.

"You helped me create this, little human," I purr.

Geneva stares at the amulet, her eyes wide with awe. "What does it do?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

I can't help but smirk, enjoying this moment of superiority. "It can hold one incredibly powerful soul without killing the person," I say, my voice low and steady. "A handy little trick, wouldn't you say?"

Her eyes widen further, impressed. "That's... amazing," she breathes, her fingers tracing the intricate design of the amulet.

I reach out, plucking the amulet from her grasp. She frowns briefly at that, a small crease forming between her eyebrows. It's adorable, really.

"You know," I start, my voice low and measured. "There's one more step to this process."

She raises an eyebrow. "Oh, really? And what might that be?"

I take a step closer, the distance between us shrinking. I can feel the heat radiating off her, the scent of her filling my senses. "It's a bit... unorthodox," I say, my voice dropping to a husky whisper.

Geneva tilts her head, her eyes never leaving mine. "Unorthodox? You're a demon, Calix. I think we're past unorthodox."

A chuckle escapes my lips, low and rumbling. "Fair point," I concede. I reach out, my fingers brushing against her cheek. Her skin is soft, warm, and I can feel her pulse quicken under my touch. "But this is something more... intimate."

Her breath hitches, but she doesn't pull away. Instead, she leans into my touch, her eyes searching mine. "Intimate how?"

I lean in, my lips brushing against her ear. "We need to seal this pact, Geneva. Make it unbreakable." I pull back, my eyes locked onto hers. "And the only way to do that is to... consummate it."

A small gasp escapes her lips, her eyes widening slightly. But then, a slow smile spreads across her face, and she laughs—a soft, melodic sound that sends a shiver down my spine. "You're serious, aren't you?"

I nod, a smirk playing on my lips. "Deadly."

She bites her lower lip, considering my words. Then, she takes a step back, her eyes never leaving mine. "Alright," she says, her voice steady and sure. "If that's what it'll take to become like you, then I'll do it."

My hands grip at her waist. "Good choice, little human."

"I won't be human for much longer," she whispers, before I pull her into a passionate kiss.

As we pull apart, my fingers trace the neckline of her dress. Her breath hitches, but she doesn't stop me. I take that as a green light, with my hands gripping the fabric and tearing it down the middle. She gasps, her eyes widening, but there's no fear in them. Only excitement.

I lean in, my lips brushing against her ear. "You're playing with fire, Geneva," I whisper, my hands sliding down her sides, pushing the remnants of her dress away. She shivers, goosebumps rising on her skin. I can smell her arousal, taste her desire. Her nipples perk up, ready for taking.

"I like the heat," she breathes, her voice barely audible. I chuckle, my lips trailing down her neck, my teeth nipping at her skin. She moans softly, her head tilting back to give me better access. I take advantage, my mouth moving lower, my hands exploring her body.

I can feel her heart racing, her breath coming in short gasps. I look up at her, my eyes meeting hers. "You're sure about this?" I ask again, giving her one last out. She nods, her eyes never leaving mine. "Yes," she whispers. "I want this. I want you."

That's all I need to hear. I grip her hips, lifting her up and pinning her against the wall. Her legs wrap around my waist, her arms around my neck. I can feel her heat, her wetness, pressing against me. It's maddening. I want to bury myself in her, claim her, make her mine.

I reach between us, my fingers sliding into her. She's tight, wet, ready. She moans, her body arching against mine. "Calix," she gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders. I smirk, my fingers moving faster, pushing her closer to the edge.

"That's it, little human," I growl. "Let go. Let me hear you scream." And she does. Her body convulses, her scream echoing through the room. I don't give her time to recover. I position myself at her entrance, my cock throbbing with anticipation.

I push into her, her tightness enveloping me. She moans, her body tensing. I can feel her barrier, her innocence.

I thrust into her, a low growl escaping my lips as I feel her tighten around me. "Fuck, Geneva," I breathe, my voice barely more than a rasp. Her eyes widen, a gasp escaping her lips as she clings to me, her nails digging into my shoulders.

"Calix!" she cries out. I can feel her body adjusting to me, her heat surrounding me, driving me to the brink of madness. I've had countless lovers, but none have ever felt like this. None have ever made me feel this... alive.

I begin to move, slowly at first, allowing her to grow accustomed to my size. Her breath hitches with each thrust, her body arching against mine. I can see the pleasure building in her eyes, her pupils dilating as she loses herself in the sensation.

"You feel incredible," I growl, my hands gripping her hips, guiding her movements. She moans in response, her body meeting mine thrust for thrust. I can feel her muscles clenching around me, her body already on the verge of release.

I lean down, my lips capturing hers in a fierce kiss. She kisses me back with equal fervor, her tongue clashing with mine, her teeth nipping at my lips. I can taste her desire, her need, and it's intoxicating.

I break away from the kiss, my breath coming in ragged gasps. "Cum for me, Geneva," I command, my voice low. Her eyes meet mine, and I can see the challenge in them, the defiance. But I also see the desire, the need to submit, to give in to the pleasure.

I increase my pace, my thrusts becoming harder, deeper. Skin slaps against skin as her moans grow louder, her body trembling as she nears the edge. I can feel my own release building, my body tensing as I fight to hold back.

"Calix," she gasps, her body convulsing as she finds her release. Her muscles clench around me, her scream echoing through the room. It's more than I can take. With a final thrust, I bury myself deep inside her, my own release exploding through me.

I sigh out, deeply satisfied by my own performance.

"Little human," I whisper. "You've done a good job."

"Have I?" she replies softly, trailing her fingers along my sides.

I nod. Suddenly, a wide smile spreads on Geneva's face as a heaviness leaves one of my pockets.

"I'm glad I could satisfy you. You know I love to please."

"What are you?—"

She slides down onto her feet, and I realize that she's holding the amulet in her hand. Her eyes glistening, she gazes at me with a smirk.

Within moments, I know what she's doing. I can feel it. She's taking my soul.