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Chapter Four

Manon

She smells divine. The scent that brought me here through the veil has intensified since her little energy orgasm. It’s oozing out of her in soft waves and I realize that it must be her magic.

I cannot wait for a taste. Leaning in, I let my tongue glide down her slit, pushing through her folds as I latch onto her clit. Flicking my tongue over the little bundle of nerves, I let my power move through her.

Demons are creatures of the demon realm, and as a child of Lilith, I fall under the incubi umbrella even though my powers go beyond lust and sex. With the spooky little snack under me, I was willing to use all the tools in my arsenal. My little wraith begins to move her hips, body begging for more as I smile against her wet cunt. She’s touch starved and so responsive. I’m willing to bet I wouldn't even need to use my powers if I didn’t want to. No, she’d give me the same desperate little pleas even without my magic funneling into her.

Reaching down, she grabs one of my horns, gasping as another wave of pleasure rolls through her before letting go. “S-sorry, I didn’t know…”

“Didn’t know that the big bad demon’s horns are designed to make you extra horny?”

I chuckle, still keeping my face buried in her pussy. “Why, my little pumpkin, are you a demon virgin?”

Teasing her seems to do the trick, and the grumpy little witch lets out an exasperated laugh as her hand finds my horn again. “Complete virgin, actually. No humans, demons or creatures otherwise.”

Before I can pull away or say anything, she rolls her hips, grinding down on my mouth with an eager mewling noise, her grip on my horns guiding me exactly where she wants me.

Her slickness coats my face, making everything sticky and loud. Slurping noises fill the room as I slide two fingers inside her. I know the little goth witch is a virgin, but she’s so beautifully needy I can’t resist. I want to devour her, to swallow down every little whimper, whine, and shudder. She is mine.

“You’re doing so well, my little moonbeam.”

I let her adjust, tight body stretching around my invasion. Slowly pulling out of her, I nip and tease her clit before pushing back inside. I let my little finger slip through her wetness until it’s brushing against her asshole.

“Stop. With. The. Names,”

she grunts, thighs trembling as she curls in on herself, her orgasm so, so close.

“Look how well you’re taking my fingers,”

I murmur against her hot flesh as I work my way inside her ass. “My precious little potion.”

“What the fuck does that even mean?”

She makes another annoyed noise as she rolls her hips, pushing me deeper inside her. “Never mind. Just-ah-ah-fuck. That.”

I grin, not moving an inch. I know what she wants. What she’s begging for. I just want to hear her say it. “Just what?”

Hand shifting from one of my horns to grab a fistful of my hair and yank on it. Hard. “Keep doing the thing with your tongue!”

Oh, I love it when my little witch gets desperate. Needy. All for me.

She didn't need to tell me she was a virgin—I could practically taste it. The magic inside her flows and pulses with a vibrancy that you can usually only find with virgins. Delicious. I can feel her body tensing, and her thighs try to clamp shut around my head, but I don’t let that stop me. My mouth is relentless, cruel even as I lap, lick and nip at her until she’s a panting mess of need. With fingers working in and out of her slick cunt, and one in her ass, there’s no escaping the orgasm I rip from her body on a silent scream.

Her back arches off the bed, her sweat slicked palms holding onto my horns for dear life as her body clenches and spasms around me. Soft waves of magic wash over her, like ripples in a lake as she rides out her climax. As it ebbs and flows, I realize it’s pulling some of my power with it, like grains of sand returning to the sea. Unconcerned, I stow that little piece of information away for later.

Carefully removing my fingers, I give her little, gentle licks, showering her with tenderness since she shared her body with me.

“S’good,”

the little goth girl mumbles, as I push to my feet. Standing between her legs, looking down at her swollen pretty pink pussy, glistening in the moonlight, I wonder who would want to bind her.

“Come on, get under the covers,”

I whisper, urging her to shuffle up the sheets and under the blanket. Crawling in beside her, I let the earthy scent envelope me as I nestle into her sheets. There’s something new hidden beneath the musky smell, an almost coppery tang, but just as I think I recognize it, it vanishes.

Watching the little witch as she sleeps, I press my thumb lightly against the crease forming between her brows, smoothing out the little line. As she nuzzles into the side of my neck, the candles suddenly flare into life, the flames a pale red color before they blink out again.

“Hmmm. Interesting.”

Demons don’t need sleep the way humans and other creatures do. We feed off power, and while we can eat, drink and sleep—we don’t need to, it’s simply a preference. So, while the little witch sleeps, and the dawn light begins to filter in, I scan her magic again.

The second knot is now undone. It must have happened when she’d come but neither of us had registered it. Would she realize when she woke up that two of the locks containing her magic were now gone?

Whoever had bound her was still out there, still syphoning off her and keeping her magic under wraps. I wasn’t sure at first if her power was being drained away, or simply bound, but once the second knot had worked loose, I found it. A thread that belonged to someone else. It hummed with a different kind of magic; although similar, the flow was different to the one moving through my little poisonous spider.

Laying back against her pillows, I watch her until she finally stirs.

Her green eyes narrow when she realizes I’m not some sort of fever dream and I am indeed a pink, mostly nude demon in her bed, and I did in fact eat her sweet cunt like she was the most delicious thing on this earth.

“Happy Halloween!” I grin.

Poor Poppy is not a morning person. She presses the heel of her palm against her eyes with a low whine. “It was Halloween when I summoned you.”

She’s technically right, since it had gone midnight when I crossed through the veil. I tap my finger against the tip of her nose playfully. “Yes, but you hadn’t slept yet, so it didn’t count.”

Trying to tug the blanket up over her face as I hold it tight in my fists, she grumbles. “Why do you look so chipper this early?”

“Early? It’s 10am already…”

Letting go of the cover, I chuckle as she almost hits herself in the face. “Also, Halloween is basically like crack to demons like me. So much energy and power just in the air. I can taste it on my tongue. It’s exciting.”

Sitting upright as if I’ve given her an electric shock, she stares at me, eyes wide. “Shit, 10am?! I’m late!”

Scrambling out of bed, only stopping to blush when we both notice the faint smearing of blood on her thigh, she throws a strappy velvet dress on from her extensive selection of …black velvet dresses. Did she never wear a color? She would look so pretty in a deep emerald green, one that matches her eyes. Or even a rich ruby. Against her pale porcelain skin, it would look downright sinful. Decadent. I purr, the noise low in my chest at the thought of her wrapped in crimson sheets.

“I don’t care what you do today, but just lock the door behind you. I can’t let anyone see…this.”

She waves one hand at the room as she pulls one of those knee-high socks on with the other.

We both look around at the scorch marks on the floor from where the energy peaked last night. The glass in the windows is either shattered, cracked or hanging on for dear life.

Wiggling my nose Samantha-style, I arch a brow as my clothes melt away like wisps of smoke before they reform into something more suitable. Her mouth drops open. “Why are you dressed like Britney Spears?”

Twirling, I check out myself in the cracked mirror. “Isn’t this what all good little schoolgirls wear?”

“For Goddess sake! At least conjure some underwear with it.”

Finger combing her hair, she grabs a small satchel from near the door. “And I’m not a school girl. I’m a witchling, so don’t make me sound like some twelve-year-old innocent you corrupted.”

Flipping one of my bunches over my shoulder, I grin at her. “But my sweet little spook, compared to me, you are very young.”

“You’re a pervert.”

Poppy slips her back shoes on and gives me another once over. I know she likes it; I can feel it cracking in the air between us. It’s her latent magic, trying to reach out for me. “An exasperating pervert.”

“Exasperating? Was that the thing I did with my tongue?”

I know I’m being flippant and it drives her crazy, but life is boring when you take everything so seriously.

There she goes again, rubbing her temples like she’s having growing pains from a set of horns or something. “Just…just be quiet. You’re not coming to class with me. Master Garon will have a coronary.”

“He won’t be able to see me.”

I shrug, liking how my pleated skirt rises up my thighs when I do. “No one can unless I want them to–except you. You’re my contractor.”

“This is going to go horribly wrong, isn’t it?”

I wink, “You won’t even realize I’m here!”

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