Chapter 4
NOX
She has no manners while riding me. She moves with grace, threading her fingers through the jagged constellation of broken glass.
Her breath is shallow after every moan, careful not to stir the air too much, letting the pieces of glass shift and waits for them to slice.
Her bare knees hover just above the glittering wreckage, and I am afraid she’ll cut herself.
She knows I lack the power to feed from her.
Her hips dance on me while she takes me in deeper and goes faster.
Her hot fingers reach for one of the marshmallow snowflakes.
It quickly starts to melt between them, creating a sticky spiderweb.
Its spongy core transforming into molten black silk, stretching and oozing with every movement.
She licks it; the candy sticking to her tongue.
My hands grip her harder, holding her still on my cock.
She kisses me, and our tongues clash. The sticky candy oozes gently.
A silky sweetness that adheres and envelops, extends in lazy strands as we draw back.
She kisses me again, both of us swallowing the sweet, black mixture that has formed in our mouths.
"It tastes like you." I tell her between our kisses. My words brush her sticky lips. She leans back, gazing at me; the tip of her nose blushes bright.
"I taste like marshmallows?"
"You taste like the black snowflake ones."
She laughs.
I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, my knuckles graze her cheek.
She smiles and leans in, kissing the tip of my nose.
Then she targets my lips, sucking in the bottom one and nibbling on the flesh.
Her marshmallow-y tongue slips out and meets mine.
Her hips begin to sway once more, taking me in so good.
My thumb traces the curve of her cheek, the faint hum of her magic sparks against my cold skin.
She feels the pull of me—not just the centuries that are reflected in my gaze, but the unspoken promise that I will never let her go.
When we kiss, it is wild, hot, as though we are tasting not just our lips, but the very essence of our power.
The air between us shimmers every single time, her magic and my hunger twining together in a fragile, dangerous harmony.
In these moments, there is no curse, no prophecy—only the touch of my hand, the heat of her pulse and the eternity we both pretend not to crave.
A soft, unbidden sound escapes her lips, carrying the weight of everything she feels.
She lowers herself further, taking more of me in.
If she doesn’t slow down, her climax will be unavoidable.
My hands, demon hands, grip her forcefully by the hips.
I hold her where it matters, to control her and to make it impossible to know which one of us is moving.
She has no mercy on my cock, moving exactly how we both like it.
Another moan. The second I put my finger on her clit, her orgasm builds up, shattering her into a million pieces.
She is tighter, offers no resistance and comes apart right before me.
I pull my cock out of her, and her hand wraps around it.
I release one liner of cum up her forearm, and she squeezes the last droplets of my orgasm out on her fingers.
Neo’s pulse starts to raise and her skin fades to a ghostly hue. Someone is here.
"Oh, for the Coven’s sake!" She stands up, gets dressed and I follow her movements.
The bell above the candy shop door gives a half jingle, though no one touched it.
Inside, the air shifts, and the warm scent of caramel and chocolate suddenly has a colder, sharper scent, like pine needles and frost. The shop’s warm glow seems to dim as some creature moves between aisles, horns brushing the strings of the paper bats that dangle from the ceiling.
Chains at the creature's side clink loudly. The doorbell jingles again. It stops mid-step, its laughter dying in its throat as it looks at my towering figure. Krampus’s glowing eyes shift towards Neo and I step in front of her, and for a heartbeat, the only sound is the faint rustle from the sack slung over his shoulder.
"Did you talk to him?" A shape appears from behind the Krampus and leans its elbow against the counter.