Chapter 17 Falling
Falling
Sepher
If there is a heaven outside of my personal domain, this is it.
Her: Grace, my Witch, beautiful before me. Her scent wafting in the humid air. She has become more to me than any other ever has. Ever.
I do not like having her away from me for long.
Even when young, new, naive… I chose solitude over companionship. As the long eons of my existence passed, my distaste for others only worsened. But she has pulled me from my familiar loneliness, and I love it as much as I hate it.
Breathing in, I taste her tempting essence in the heavy air around me, then look down at her bathwater and smile. “Come look into the water and you will see our offspring,” I lie.
She’s silent for a moment, and I glance back at her, cocking my head. There’s a slight furrow in her brow, but my eyes quickly drop down to her gleaming body, open to my view, and the moisture gathering on the soft flesh between her breasts.
Flesh that is mine now, to do with what I will. I hold back a groan as I stare hungrily at her. But she’s at the threshold, still too far for me to reach her, not quite near enough yet to her circle…
“H-how are they?” she asks, arching up onto her toes to see over me and into the tub.
I turn back for the water and dip my hand in. “Come and see for yourself… unless you’re afraid., I taunt.
“Afraid? Why would I be afraid—” She steps onto the edge of the circle and I spin around, catching her by surprise. “Sepher!”
I yank her to my chest and gather her in my embrace, running my hands up her spine and into her long dark hair. “You are the only offering I want, Grace.”
“I knew you were lying to me,” she grumbles, palming my chest with her hands.
Dipping Grace back on my arm, I kiss her.
She submits the moment my lips touch her own, and I bear her to the ground, leaning over to prevent our kiss from breaking.
My tail slides along the circle’s edge and over her legs as I shift, pressing my cock into her side.
When her mouth opens in another gasp, I invade with my tongue, spreading her flavor across my tastebuds.
My sack floods with seed, and my heavy, hard cock engorges further.
It’s been erect since I felt the first tug of her summoning.
“It has been a miserable couple of days,” I detach from her mouth to tell her.
“Now that I know what a wet human pussy feels like, hunting has lost its thrill. Perhaps… I need to hunt you.” I lick her cheek, relishing in the taste of her sweat.
“Please,” she moans, and I ease back to find her eyes closed, her cheeks flushed with desire.
But every summoning is an exchange… “Please what?”
I slide my hand over her throat and down onto her breast, pinching her nipple between my thumbs.
“Umm, please?” she tries.
“Tsk, tsk. Tell me what you want.”
Understanding dawns in her eyes. “I want you.”
I sense the truth to her words, the honesty in them.
Truth be told, I already knew the answer before asking, but I’m stunned by her quick sincerity.
In a moment of honesty in return, I admit, “I want you too. Just you.” I kiss her again, hard, deepening it until she’s struggling and gasping for breath, clawing at me—only then, do I release her mouth.
Courageous little witch, playing a dangerous game.
“You are mine, Grace, do you understand?”
“No games? No lies?” she pants.
“No games or lies.”
She licks her lips and nods. “I understand. But…”
“But?” I prompt when her eyes slide away and up the wall.
“Are you mine?” Beautiful in the way that she always is on the ground beneath me, her warm brown eyes search mine. “I need you to be, if I’m to be yours.”
I give her question thought.
“Yes,” I say eventually, arriving at the inevitable conclusion, “because I despise all beings, and have no intention of ever speaking to anyone other than you or our offspring. So yes, I am yours to have all to yourself, and it will be more than enough, I swear.”
She laughs lightly and it softens her face, bringing an unexpected warmth to my chest. “You don’t have to make everything sound like a threat, Sepher.”
“Ownership is a threat, dear Grace. You are speaking with a demon.”
“And you’re speaking with a human. We’re wildcards, to everybody.”
“I agree with you there.”
“So we have an agreeable exchange? I get you? You get me?”
I pinch her nipple again and she moans. “For each other’s obsession, attention, and affection—”
“—and my bathwater—”
“And your filthy bathwater—” Saliva floods my mouth at the thought of it. “Yes. The exchange is agreeable.” Grabbing her by the arms, I haul her on top of me until she’s straddling my hips. “Now, break the circle,” I growl.
She shimmies lower, reaching down and grabbing my hefty erection. Pressed up against the magical barrier on two sides as I am, my tail is curled uncomfortably beneath us, yet I still groan in pleasure as she positions herself and slides her wet labia over me.
Forgetting all about the confinement, I grip her hips and shove her down until she’s taken every inch of my cock into her tight pussy.
Her pleasurable cries build as I grunt in time, rocking her roughly back and forth—giving her another taste of what she’s agreed to forever—her little noises growing with my need to thrust fervently inside her.
I grind her back and forth on my cock, arching my tail up into her, forcing her knees off the floor and into the air.
Her slick leaks out and all over me, allowing me to use her harder, faster, the way I must. “Mine,” I growl, impaling her small human body on my cock repeatedly, pistoning deep within her until her moans pitch into a sharp wail.
Bright lights erupt from her skin, blinding me as her pussy constricts, a vice around my cock.
With one final thrust, I bear her body down on mine completely, clamping her on my cock as my own climax jettisons inside her, filling her with seed.
She keens and moans, her eyes closed, her head back, taking everything as I hold her fast. She shudders as her sheath continues to clutch and release me with each fresh wave of come.
There’s no water this time to wash it all away.
When I’m done, I loosen my grip and she drops to my chest, reaching over my shoulder to scratch the edge of the summoning circle. I don’t move even after it’s broken. I’m content to hold her close to me, not wanting to release her, never wanting to release her.
It might have been millennia since my fall from the Heavens down to the darkest ocean of Hell, but until Grace, I’ve never felt it, never understood the full point until she made me fall all over again.
I will fall again. For her. If that is what she wants.
Easing her down, I pet her hair as she rests her cheek on my chest.
If that is what she asks for. And if she’s the one that decides to fall, I’ll be there to catch her.
I’m already here at the bottom, after all.