Chapter 12 - A Second Summoning
A Second Summoning
Sepher
“Sepher! This is not my home!”
I love the way she says my name. The way she screams it.
Until her, it’d been centuries since it was last spoken aloud.
Enticed by the way it sounds on her lips and the way they purse when shaping the syllables, my two lower tentacles furl around my stiff cock, bringing my attention back to the extreme pressure building there.
Pulling her body against me, delighting in the feel of her, I gaze at her fearful face and lust spikes my blood. She’s even more appealing with a thrill in her eyes. My tail thrashes in the water under me, cutting through it sharply, all of me eager for more of her.
My human keeps surprising me. Had I known the amount of untamed magical power she possessed, I would have held my own fervent exploration back until she could release safely and not wholly upon me.
She shocked me back to Hell. The little witch…
Fortunately, now that she’s here with me, I’ll have no place to be banished to when I get her to do it all over again.
And again… and again.
Her energy makes me feel more alive than I have in eras.
Running one of my hands up her back, I cup her nape and hold her head to me, enjoying the way her breath heats my throat and her lips brush against it.
I imagine her mouth open, taking my water and drinking my flavor off my flesh and scales, and my tail undulates in response, pushing my cock between her human legs and against her spread-open sex.
Her slick gets all over me under the water and I practically hum with satisfaction.
She clutches me harder, jerking upward in my arms, digging her nails into my shoulders. Despite the fear and confusion plain on her face, redness returns to her cheeks. “Not here, in the middle of Hell,” she pleads, her eyes glistening down at me.
I smile softly… tauntingly. “So you do not deny it is going to happen. Good.” I reach up and pet the swoop of her long brown hair ponytail.
Catching the elastic tie with my finger, I pull it out, relishing the way her hair falls around her shoulders.
The silky ends land in the water to curl and float around its surface.
I run my fingers up the back of her head, threading them into her hair and brushing it out to see more of it floating around her.
A dark halo. A crown befitting a wet queen.
She’s silent, having pulled her lower lip into her mouth, but her body is taut and straining.
Gently, I lean her back and spread her hair out upon my water just to behold the way the dark brown strands sway and sink.
I find myself enjoying gathering it and splaying it out all over again. A sensual game that excites me.
“You’re not concerned, being here, with me, in the middle of an… ocean? In Hell?” she reiterates. The same question but asked in a more breathless manner now that she’s submitted to the slight push of my rigid erection against her opening.
She is growing less afraid the longer she is in my arms. Good.
“Nothing but a mere messenger would dare approach a Duke within their own domain. It would be suicide,” I tell her.
Her grip on me remains hard, her nails beginning to puncture my flesh.
Though she might commit the transgression of drawing my blood, I am unbothered.
“Does this make you less afraid?” I ask, indicating behind her, trying to ease some of her fear and distrust.
She looks over her shoulder and pauses when her gaze lands on the hills of silty, silky dark sand I have summoned.
Fields of sandbars span the distance, the dark waters of the ocean lapping lazy waves over and through the wet black plains.
Now there are endless wet shores for her to lie her body down upon… and for me to pin her to with my own.
I swim her to the nearest one, and Grace slowly loosens her hold on me, pushing away to set her bare feet down on the sand. She tests it by taking several steps, moving a short distance from me but, wisely, not out of reach.
She looks back and scans my eyes with a slight frown but then nods. “You really live here?” Her voice sounds firmer; I can only surmise some of her fear has been replaced with curiosity.
“Yes.”
She pulls her gaze from me and glances around. My own drops down to her clinging wet dress and the skirt dripping around her glossy legs. I swallow the saliva in my mouth and lick my lips.
“It’s… not as frightening as I thought Hell would be.”
“You, little witch, are not here to be punished.” I smirk at her. “Unless… you would like to be. Though those who end up here are punished by the water, not me.”
Grace turns around, and her eyes dart briefly toward my cock under the water. Darker heat blooms across her cheeks in response, and her legs push closer together.
Suddenly all I want to do is tear them apart and slide my tongue between them once more.
My mouth dries, the saliva evaporating with need for something better, something tastier. The memory has haunted me since her fountain gushed all over my tongue, her human sheath clutching it like a cock. If I had it my way, she would already be clutching it again.
“Umm, I don’t want to be punished.” She starts to take another step away and I jerk forward, grabbing her hips with my hands.
“No, but we will finish what we started—and I will not be banished again by your body,” I warn, tightening my hold on her when she stiffens and makes a soft sound.
“I’ll have you wrapped around my cock, relieving the aching pressure you’ve caused.
There are consequences for actions, my sweet Grace, especially mistakes.
You’ve made a lot of them recently.” My eyes drop to her middle, where I know her delectable pussy is hidden behind her dress.
Her body is tense under my grip, and she wraps her hands around my horns like handles. “Is that what happened earlier? I sent you back here?”
I tilt my head and arch an eyebrow. “What did you think happened?”
“I smelled smoke and static. It was bright, and my body seized as if electrocuted but it didn’t hurt…” She lets go and rubs her left brow with one hand. “Except when I fell. I thought I might have hurt you, or worse, but you were just… gone.”
“You sent me back to where I was when you broke my sigil and summoned me earlier, that was all. It took me time to find you.”
“So you weren’t hurt?”
I laugh.
“Oh stop.” She humphs and wraps her fingers around my horn again, giving it a light squeeze that I find I quite enjoy. “It’s happened before.”
I lift myself higher in the water to peer at her brow, which unfortunately forces her to release me.
A small bruise is beginning to form near her left temple.
“But you were hurt?” I ask, reaching between us to push back her hair and cup her cheek, gently caressing the edge of the bruise with the pad of my finger.
She tries to bat my hand aside. “It’s nothing.”
Seeing the discoloration reminds me of how frail she is, how easily she’s able to get hurt.
Whereas my entire body could disintegrate and I would still reform, she is cursed with mortality.
She is also immensely weaker than me, so much so that I could kill her as easily as one of the monstrous serpents that reside in the darkest depths.
Removing my hand from her face, I cut my palm open with my fang and offer the blood to her. “Drink it. It will heal you.”
She glances at my hand and shakes her head. “Eww, no. I’ll be fine.”
Smearing my palm across my lips, I lurch up and yank her against me.
She gasps and grabs onto me once more just as I catch her mouth with mine and push my tongue between her parted lips, making her take my blood; one drop will be more than enough to help her.
I pull back when it’s done, and she quickly wipes her mouth with the back of her arm, making a face.
“Gross, Sepher!”
“I will not have you remain hurt. Next time spare the denial and take what I offer you freely and enthusiastically. It is a rarity.”
“What did you do to me!?”
“I gave your body the strength it didn’t have. And now I am done talking,” I growl, impatience eating its way through me. Suddenly, I am desperate to possess her completely. Grabbing her bodice, I rip her dress straight down the middle, finding her naked underneath.
She cries out, hitches adorably, and braces against me, shifting her feet apart in the sand against my onslaught. “Sepher!”
I drop down low and rise again, swiftly, before she has a chance to react, pressing my face up between the front of her legs, pushing my mouth against the divot of her sex. She cries out again, her hands seeking purchase as she tries to step back but also keep her grip on me.
I wrap my arms under her butt and lift her up, then lay her down, forcing her back and onto the raised sandbar.
She quickly pushes up on her elbows, remerging from the liquid with a splash and another gasp as her long hair goes spreading in the water behind her. She blinks out the water and arches her body. She kicks out one of her legs weakly.
Our eyes catch, hers gleaming with my ocean until they drop downward to my chest and arms. Her heartbeat races in my ears, overpowering the strong sound of the waves, and her chest heaves as she stares at me.
“Sepher…” She whispers my name this time, beautiful submission beginning to bleed into her expression.
The sand is soft and wet enough that it cannot stick to her skin.
The shallows here are neither cold nor hot.
Everything is designed for her comfort, the best I can do outside bringing her within the confines of my caves deep beneath the waves.
That will have to wait for her mortal death, alas.
She would die within an instant of being there.
“Now I will have you for the first time in my domain, among my things, where I know you are safest. The only risk to you here… is me,” I murmur, wrapping one of my hands around my hefty erection and giving it a squeeze.
Her gaze follows my movement down, then lingers, watching the water lap around my cock. “Promise?” Her eyes flick back up to me.
How easily I give in to her demands. “I promise.”
Taking hold of her ankle, I spread her left leg away from her right, slowly opening her to me. And she lets me, seemingly taking my promise to heart, allowing me a good look at her wet and slick within the black waters of my home.
“I will not deceive you, Grace,” I vow, leaning forward, my words muffling as I lick her soaking wet labia from her clit to her pussy, watching her eyes go wide and her lips part helplessly when I drill my tongue inside her.
Nudging her thighs further apart, I crawl over her until she’s pinned open by my tail. Water ripples around us, wetting her skin deliciously, to the point where I can already taste her—breathe her—in it.
She places her hands on my chest but doesn’t push me away. “And if it happens again?” she asks breathlessly, worry and fear still mixed in her eyes. Though now they are also alight with hot desire.
Knowing exactly what she’s referring to, I grin. I hope it does. “I’m going to press my throbbing cock inside of you now, Grace. Are you ready?”
She’s silent as she stares up at me, her body posed indecisively, willing yet rigid.
Watching her, I shift closer, teasing her folds with the head of my cock, as I lean heavier over her. She releases an unsteady breath as her eyes flutter to half-mast.
Slicker than ever, my cock pushes bluntly along her sex, the underside sliding through her silky labia, softer than anything I’ve felt against me.
Gradually her body eases, and she shivers when I dig the length of my smooth shaft and its round tip along her again.
The pressure inside my own only grows, and I can feel my sack flooding with milt and seed.
All these sensations are new to me, and they ignite a fever within.
Though I have long known how to fuck and breed, having seen the act countless times amongst the other denizens of Hell, there has never been another of my species other than my sister with which to share the experience, and I detest her wholeheartedly.
As for the Damned who come to me, they are only partially human in form, their bodies far from intact after dying at sea, and have always been more likely to inspire disgust than lust.
But I understand lust now. Grace’s beauty alone is enough to inspire my cock; I am so lucky that she has more to offer than just her looks and her alluring innocence.
She is entertaining, too, and not nearly as afraid of something like me as she should be.
She has been a breath of fresh air in a lonely existence.
Best of all, she is also a creature of great power: a witch fit for a Duke of Hell.
I slide deliciously over her curvy, lithe body again. Groaning, I breathe her in, pressing my nose to the crook of her neck.
Now that she is here, after much effort on my part, I will not relinquish the opportunity to experience all I can with her. I intend to possess her. Completely.
My Grace.