Chapter 14 - Hazy Waves and Silky Sand
Hazy Waves and Silky Sand
Grace
I’m really late for dinner.
The thought occurs to me with languid ease, only to be immediately forgotten.
Lying back in sand as soft as clouds and water that cools my fiery, magical exhaustion, I relax as Sepher continues to pump into me.
Except for brief moments when he pushes his body down on mine, blanketing me completely, or rears back with a loud grunt, he never stops thrusting quick and hard.
His thick, round head spears me, so deep it makes me cry out on his harder thrusts.
He flips me on my front, and I lie my cheek down in the sand as he grabs my hips and raises my ass upward, pushing his thick, swollen cock back into my throbbing pussy.
Every time, he fills me as far as my body will allow him.
When his wide head hits my most sensitive patch of inner skin, sparks zap at the tips of my fingers, and I clench with a sharp inhale.
It should hurt. My flesh should feel stretched and raw, aching from his forceful but deliberate fucking without any real break. But there’s nothing except pleasure and the primitive drive to take everything he’s giving me.
Does that make me bad? Realizing how greedily I’m accepting what he offers, I can’t help but wonder if the reason I’ve never been interested in joining my mother’s coven is because I’m meant for a different kind of magic… a darker, more provocative, risky type.
Demonic magic. Sex magic.
His blood did something to me. That I know for certain. I feel less tired like it’s not the end of a long day. And the knot on my forehead is gone. But what’s most amazing is that I can endure Sepher’s incessant domination.
He presses his fingers into my backside and probes, and I jerk, wiggling my hips, caught off guard by the sudden attention there.
My muscles go taut as he explores, soon replacing his fingers with one of his thin tentacles.
Like eels at my clit and backside, they caress, rub, and probe at the same time.
I mumble his name, gradually easing deeper into the watery sand as I lose myself in delicious, shameless sensation.
He draws back and thrusts hard, wringing a cry from my throat and bursts of white sparks from my toes.
His tentacles catch them, drawing the electricity out of the air and negating it, stopping it from spreading outward.
His other two tentacles uncoil from between my legs to wrap around my thighs tightly, keeping them in the position where he fits inside me best.
“So good,” he groans, slamming me forward and hauling me back, obliterating my g-spot each time.
I shiver at the compliment, excited by it, digging my toes into the sand and releasing another wave of electricity.
Moaning in response to his grunted approval, I lift one arm to reach back and cup his neck with my hand.
He slides his own around my chest, squeezing my breasts, then down to my waist where he clutches me.
He jerks back then sharply forward, and another climax rolls through me when his cock hits my g-spot again, battering it with its rough jab.
My body locks up and I scream, exploding once more with light, but he picks up speed, coming again in the midst.
Breathless once more, my thoughts are hazy and dreamlike as he goes back to lazily thrusting in and out of me and his tentacles return to my clit and backside.
“My pretty little witch.” He pets my back. “My power looks good on you. As yours does on me.”
Preening from his words, I look back at him over my shoulder. “Do I really have your power now?”
He grins and it’s devilish, his features edged with fangs and horns. He grunts and thrusts into me again. I blink tightly and gasp.
“You have a small fraction of it, but…” he pummels forward into me once more, “you have far more than that to be thankful for.”
I’d roll my eyes or laugh but right then he slides one of his tentacles between his cock and my opening and pushes it inside.
The strange sensation has me twitching forward trying to alleviate the sudden extra tightness, but another one of his tentacles wraps around my hips and keeps me from escaping.
I start to protest when the flat end of his tentacle tip rubs against my g-spot and steals the air from my lungs.
“Like this.” Sepher leans over my back and whispers into my ear.
My fingers sink into the mushy, wet sand as he kneads the end of the tentacle hard into me, inside me. When he pulls back and thrusts his cock next, my body ignites in another orgasm.
Liquid spills from between my legs as I sag in his restraints, and he purrs, “Good girl.”
I reach between my legs to feel the fluid with my hand, surprised by how much is running down my thighs.
His tentacle presses into my oversensitized inner flesh the moment my previous orgasm begins to fade, and before long I’m lost in it once more, body racked with near-constant aching, my breaths little more than gasps as he coaxes another climax from me.
Eventually, I grow languid, overwhelmed by how many times it’s happened so far.
With each orgasm, he’s taken a little bit of my loneliness away and has given me a little more hope for the future. I don’t need Cobbin Lake, or my parents, or anyone or anything for that matter…
I can take care of myself.
I’m not so afraid of my magic anymore.
And yet…
“What’s wrong?” Sepher asks, grabbing my shoulder and flipping me onto my back, slipping out of me at the same time. “I sense your thoughts shifting.” He pulls back his tentacles as he props up on his side next to me. Partially leaning over me, he blocks my view of all else except his face.
I rub my eyes. “It’s nothing. I think you’ve worn me out.”
He cocks his brow, his eyes searching mine. “You have something to share and I will hear it, Grace. There are no secrets between witches and their masters. Tell me or I will force it out of you.”
“I didn’t agree to be your slave.”
“You are not a slave. You are a Witch of Sepher, Duke of Hell, and the only one there will ever be. My blood is inside you now. You are far from a slave.”
“I didn’t need power,” I whisper. “I don’t have to accept that title. You will send me home when we’re through.”
“Grace.” He says my name with a darkness I haven’t heard from him yet.
A palpable warning that has my chest constricting.
“We will never be through. Your soul will come to me upon your death and remain with me until the end of time. You needed something from me… why else would I have been summoned? A summoning cannot be successful unless the summoner has a need to be answered. I have been searching for it all along because you have only given me shallow answers.”
“I…” I close my mouth and flatten my lips.
His eyes narrow in warning as he gently clasps my neck, running one of his tentacles up my tingling body. “What secret are you hiding from me, love?”
My throat tightens and my breath gets lodged in my chest. Fearful of releasing it because it may release my words, I try to look away instead, but his fingers shift to clutch my chin, keeping me facing him.
I don’t want to see him any longer. He’s too hauntingly attractive and intimidating to look at, especially knowing I’m still very naked and spread open for him.
Yet he’s not making any move toward restarting our sex marathon.
I am vulnerable, and I feel it, but I also…
don’t feel unsafe with him. It doesn’t make sense.
Maybe because if he wanted to hurt me, he could have done so a hundred times by now?
I want to think not all demons are evil, and he’s slowly convincing me that some, at least, can be trusted…
Tears form on my lashes despite blinking them back, and I sigh in defeat.
Sepher will get his way once again. “Fine,” I mutter.
“I’m ashamed. I did something really dumb when I was younger and it’s cast a shadow over my entire life.
I thought I’d grow up and join my mother’s coven, but those dreams died as fast as my stupid adolescent relationship.
Returning home after college should’ve been easier, but it hasn’t—it’s been the exact opposite.
Is that it? Is that what you want to hear? About a human’s boring problems?”
“What did you do?”
“Does it matter? It was seven years ago.”
His chin lifts. “It matters to me.”
The gravity of his tone stuns me. Searching his expression for his familiar teasing edge, all I find is seriousness and concern.
No one’s ever looked at me this way before, hanging on my every word, like what I say will change something fundamental. I don’t let it show but I immediately feel like everything is going to be okay… after all. Maybe Sepher, a demon, is what I really needed all along.
He called me ‘love.’
The words that come out of my mouth are not the ones I planned.
“I was seventeen and dating a boy at the time. His name was Zack, and we not only lived next to each other, we also went to school together, shared homeroom and almost every class too. It was like fate knew we belonged together. At least I assumed as much, given my background. I was naive… So, when I caught him kissing another girl after school, I was reasonably devastated. You see, he wasn’t just my boyfriend.
We were best friends for years before we started dating, and when I caught him kissing someone else, I didn’t know if I could forgive him and move on from that, or if I’d just lost the one person I cared for the most in my entire world. ”
“Enough about this Zack. What did you do?” he growls dangerously.
“They didn’t see me, so I left and went home and cried in my room for a few hours.
I tried to text and call him but kept stopping before doing it.
I had no idea what to do… That evening, I went over to his house to confront him in person.
But when the door opened, it was his dad, and he told me Zack had just gone out with his mom to a movie.
” I take a breath before the next part, and Sepher seems to be patient enough to give me a moment to collect my nerves.
I open my mouth to relay the nasty details… details I’ve hidden from everyone I know for years and will probably continue to hide for the rest of my life. But Sepher isn’t a part of that world, he’s from another. He’s safe.
“I ended up trying to and successfully seducing his dad, and when it worked—which I didn’t think it would—I had a change of heart.
He got upset, and when I tried to stop it, he tried to keep going.
Things got close…” I grimace at the ugly memory.
“Then my electricity manifested and severely hurt him. Their house caught fire, and I fled. I’ve never told anyone that before. ”
Now that it is out and done, relief eases the tension in my shoulders, releasing them like a burden lifted.
“Why not?”
I give a small shrug. “I don’t know. My parents knew something had happened because I’d told them beforehand I was heading over to see Zack.
But when I said he hadn’t been home so I left and had nothing to do with the fire, they believed me.
And Zack’s dad didn’t mention me when he woke up in the hospital the next morning. He blamed a kitchen appliance.”
“What happened after?”
I sigh. “I broke up with Zack and buried the rest. I thought I could run from it, and I made an oath never to let another man get close to me… like that. It’s made me very lonely. There. Is that good enough for you?” I ask bitterly.
“No, because you still haven’t told me what you need,” Sepher says. “Do you want me to take away your memories of that day? Do you want Zack’s attention back? Perhaps revenge—”
“You,” I blurt out. “I wanted you. I want—needed—something and it was you.”
As the rest of my unease about the past and those choices I made continues to dissolve, I curl my arms over my stomach. It feels strange, almost… like it’s pulsing.
“Me?” He grins his usual devilish grin, the gleam of narcissistic mischief returning to light up his eyes.
It almost distracts me from my stomach, which is bigger than it was earlier, much bigger. Pushing him aside, I sit upright and stare down at my new belly, reclaiming all my stress and dread again in a heartbeat.
“Sepher? What did you do to me now?” I shriek.
“Me.”
He laughs and laughs.