21. Calix

21

CALIX

I recline on the plush chaise, my eyes lazily tracing the intricate patterns on the ceiling of our grand living room. The silence envelops me, broken only by the occasional crackle from the fireplace. It's been years since Geneva trapped my soul, a move I never saw coming. Yet here we are, residing in this opulent manor surrounded by sprawling grounds. All thanks to her hard work.

A wry chuckle escapes my lips. "Who would've thought?" I mutter to myself, shaking my head in disbelief.

The irony isn't lost on me. I, a powerful demon, bound to a former human. But Geneva... she's surprised me at every turn. Not once has she forced me into anything demeaning or embarrassing. My pride remains intact, a fact I never expected when she first clasped that amulet around her neck.

I run a hand through my dark hair, remembering the day she outsmarted me. "Crafty little minx," I murmur, a reluctant smile tugging at my lips.

Over time, it dawned upon me that she just wanted someone to stay by her side for eternity. Her parents abandoned her, the Pickett woman betrayed her, and she had never known anyone who would stand by her side.

That is, until I came along.

Now, we indulge ourselves with the best that this life has to offer. I sip on a deep red elvish wine that we've imported from Rach. On occassion, we pass to and fro from the demon plane, visiting cities full of demons like ourselves.

They were quite surprised to hear Geneva's story. It's rare to hear of a human who is so desperate to become a demon, forgoing all morals to achieve that goal. Most humans don't have that audacity, but Geneva has always been different from the rest.

I set down my wine glass just as Geneva walk into the room.

The silk dress she's wearing clings to her body like a second skin, shimmering under the soft glow of the chandelier above our heads. My eyes trace the curve of her hips, the swell of her breasts, and I can feel my body responding, heat coursing through me.

"You look... delicious," I say, my voice a low growl. Her eyes meet mine, a spark of defiance mixed with something more primal. She knows the effect she has on me, and she revels in it.

"And you look like you're about to drool," she retorts, a smirk playing on her lips. She walks towards me, her steps measured, confident. The scent of her—a mix of sweet and musk—fills my nostrils, making my cock twitch.

"Only because I'm hungry," I say, straightening in my seat. Her breath hitches slightly, but she holds her ground.

"And what are you hungry for, Calix?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper. She's close now, so close I can feel the heat radiating off her body.

I reach out and grab her waist in my hands, holding her tight. "You know what I want, Geneva," I murmur, my voice thick with desire. I can feel her shiver, her body responding to mine. She may be playing coy, but her body betrays her.

"And what makes you think I'm on the menu?" she asks, her voice steady despite the quickening of her pulse. I can hear it, smell the rush of blood beneath her skin.

I pull back, my eyes locking onto hers. "Because you want this as much as I do," I say, my hand reaching up to cup her cheek.

But just as I do so, she catches my wrist in my hand. "You haven't been the most well behaved recently, Calix."

"Oh?"

She straddles me, pulling her dress further up her body. She's not wearing anything underneath, so the scent of her wet pussy and the feel of the wetness coursing down her thighs are exceptionally apparent to me.

Geneva's eyes flash with a mix of desire and command as she pushes me back onto the plush chaise. "You talk a big game, Calix," she says, her voice a sultry purr. "Let's see if you can back it up."

I raise an eyebrow, a smirk playing on my lips. "And what, pray tell, do you have in mind?"

She leans in, her breath hot on my ear. "I want you to pleasure me. Make me scream your name. And you only get to cum when I'm satisfied."

A low growl escapes my throat. "Careful, now. You don't want to start something you can't finish."

Her lips curve into a wicked smile. "I always finish."

I grab her hips, pulling her closer. "As you wish."

She pushes me back again, her eyes narrowing. "No, not like that. I want your mouth, Calix. I want you to taste me, to devour me."

I chuckle, a dark sound that echoes in the room. "You're demanding, aren't you?"

She shrugs, a playful glint in her eyes. "I know what I want. And right now, I want you on your knees."

I hold her gaze for a moment, then slowly slide off the chaise, kneeling before her. Her breath hitches as I run my hands up her thighs, pushing her dress up to reveal her bare skin. I can smell her arousal, a sweet and musky scent that makes my cock throb.

"Spread your legs," I command, my voice rough with desire.

She complies, her breath coming in quick gasps as I lean in, my mouth hovering over her pussy. I can feel her heat, see the wetness glistening on her lips. I look up at her, a wicked grin on my face.

"Last chance to back out," I say, my breath hot on her skin.

She glares at me, her cheeks flushed. "Just do it, Calix."

I chuckle, then dive in, my tongue licking a long, slow line up her slit. She gasps, her hands gripping my hair as I begin to explore her, my tongue delving into her folds, tasting her, teasing her.

She moans, her hips bucking against my mouth as I find her clit, circling it with my tongue. I can feel her body tensing, her breath coming in quick, sharp gasps. I slip a finger inside her, then another, fucking her slowly as I continue to lick and suck her clit.

"Calix," she pants, her voice breathless. "Oh, fuck, Calix."

I growl against her skin, the vibrations making her cry out. I can feel her orgasm building, her body trembling as I bring her closer and closer to the edge.

Suddenly, she pulls my hair, hard. I look up at her, my mouth still on her pussy, my fingers still inside her. Her eyes are wild, her cheeks flushed.

"Not yet," she says, her voice a ragged whisper. "I want more."

I raise an eyebrow, a smirk playing on my lips. "More?"

She nods, a wicked grin on her face. "I want you to make me cum, Calix. And then I want you to fuck me. Hard."

"As you wish.."

Geneva's fingers tighten in my hair, her body tensing as I bring her closer to the edge. Her breath comes in short, sharp gasps, and I can feel her thighs trembling against my cheeks. The scent of her arousal fills my nostrils, driving me wild with desire. But I hold back, focusing on her pleasure, on the sweet taste of her on my tongue.

Her moans grow louder, her hips bucking against my mouth. I can feel her body tensing, her breath coming in quick, sharp gasps. She's close, so close.

"Don't stop," she gasps, her voice breathless. "Oh, Calix, don't stop."

I don't. I keep going, my tongue and fingers working in tandem, driving her higher and higher. Her body trembles, her breath hitches, and then she's cumming, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave.

She cries out, her body convulsing as I continue to lick and suck her, drawing out her pleasure. Her fingers tighten in my hair, holding me in place as she rides out her orgasm.

Finally, her body relaxes, her breath coming in slow, steady gasps. I pull back, looking up at her with a smirk.

"Satisfied?" I ask, my voice rough with desire.

She looks down at me, her cheeks flushed, her eyes glazed with pleasure. "Very," she murmurs, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.

I stand up, my cock throbbing with need. I can feel the desire coursing through my veins, the need to be inside her, to claim her as mine. But I wait, my eyes locked onto hers, waiting for her permission.

She reaches out, her fingers tracing the outline of my cock through my pants. I groan, my body trembling with need.

"Your turn," she says, her voice a sultry purr. She unbuttons my pants, her fingers brushing against my skin, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through my body.

I live to serve her, I live to please her. Each day spent fucking her, kissing her, and making her mine is a day well spent.

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