Caleb
I drove several miles outside of my way, making sure there was no rhyme or reason in my pattern; sometimes three lefts, sometimes a right, occasionally hooking back over my own path for a mile before course correcting. Without GPS on the Jag, the most they’d have to go by was my erratic patterns on the traffic cameras. First, it would take a little while to get them—days, at the soonest, even with our access—and then it would waste time forcing them to watch everything I was doing so they could track me.
I would know; I’d had to deal with the very same situations while hunting down demonic targets in the past. Given that today was Sunday and the offices wouldn’t open until nine on Monday, even getting someone to push the approval paperwork through would mean that I had until Tuesday at the absolute earliest. I had no doubt the organization would find me again; I just needed to get Magda to safety and run like hell.
She had no idea what these people would do to her, and even I was just starting to get the full picture. Exhaustion dragged heavily through me. I wanted to lay down and sleep for a couple hours before I hit the road. I’d need some gas, maybe some food, water. I wasn’t hungry, but adrenaline had been coursing through my veins for so long I doubted I could feel anything but fear.
I was getting tired of trying to circumnavigate the city, block by block, even though I could feel myself being pulled inevitably toward Magda. When I finally stumbled upon a twenty-four-hour convenience store on the corner, blindingly bright in the gloomy, rain-sodden aftermath of the storm earlier, I could have wept with relief. Dawn was only an hour or so away, and I needed to get back to the condo and fast.
I walked inside, paid for the gas, bought a couple of drinks, some snacks, and was able to find a couple packs of thin t-shirts that were probably too small, but would be better than nothing. The clerk didn’t even so much as look up at me as I paid with the last of my cash and left the shop. I wouldn’t be able to touch my bank account anymore—not that there was much left in it—but if I so much as moved a cent out, the investigators would be on my trail.
I’d often dreamed of what this moment might feel like when I was a younger man—making my escape from the organization—but I’d never imagined in my wildest dreams that it would be anything like this: Charmed by a demon, hunted as an apostate, and still just as broke as I was when I was a kid.
Not to mention now I’m going to become a demon.
Everything in my entire goddamn life belonged to the organization, and therefore, the Church. I could never go back. I certainly couldn’t expect Doctor Lowe to help me—if she hadn’t been detained or killed in that fire fight in her office building, then she would be far, far away by now if she was smart. If she wasn’t far away, well, she’d probably be lying in wait until she could flee.
If I did see her again, I might just strangle her for using me like this. For using Magda.
I left the convenience store and got back into the SUV, but before I could so much as press the ignition button, a sudden, urgent need hit me so hard I felt like I’d been kicked straight in the groin. The breath left my lungs in a whoosh .
Magda. She was awake; frightened.
She was calling me. She needed me.
In a pure, outlandish burst of instinct, I drove flat out back to the condos and didn’t stop until I charged all the way upstairs—elevator forgotten—and practically broke the entire door down as I burst back into the small condo.
“Magda!” I shouted, breath heaving as I moved further into the temporary safe haven. “What’s wrong?”
In the bed, Magda looked up at me in shock, tears in her eyes as she touched two curved horns growing from each side of her forehead.
“W-what’s happening to me?” she whispered. “Am I—am really a demon?”
I dropped the bags with everything I’d bought on the ground, kicked off my shoes, and practically leapt back into the bed to cradle her against my chest. She sobbed, touching the horns, then checking her teeth; the canines on both upper and lower jaws had elongated slightly. She was in a frenzy and her panic invaded my senses.
I squeezed my eyes closed. I’d done this to her… No. We’d done this to each other. Because of the organization. Because of the succubus they’d been chasing, who’d been taunting them with her ability to track down and awaken cambions.
Magda looked at the elongated nails on her fingers, purple eyes brimming with more tears. Her panic was absolutely invading my brain, leaving me shaking with the need to do something—anything—to keep her calm.
That goddamn doctor is going to pay , I thought darkly.
“You’re okay,” I said, once I could speak again.
I didn’t have anything else; didn’t know why I’d said it. I rocked her gently, stroking her hair with one hand and tightening the other around her shoulders so that she was crushed against my chest. My heart was still hammering from the run upstairs; my brain from the urgency in her call.
I had no idea what the hell was going on. There were no lectures from the Church about what it might feel like to be under a succubus’s charms, but feeling her pain and panic like it was my own was not something I’d been expecting. “You’re safe. You’re okay. Just breathe.”
Magda blinked up at me, her tears slowing. I could feel her calming down now that I’d returned to her side; the feeling was agonizingly sweet to the point of being unbearable… Only because of how good it made me feel to know that all it had taken was my presence to make her feel safe again.
Don’t go getting a big head over this. You’ve got a timer counting down on your life—and hers.
“,” she said, tears in her eyes. “You’re back—oh my god!” She blushed, her cheeks flushing an adorably pink color as her hands went to cover her mouth. “I’m sorry… I swear, I’m not that type o-o-of person, or thing , or at least, I didn’t know I was. I was so forward with you and…”
“Demanding?” I supplied with a bemused tone.
I could feel the blaze of her embarrassment, and I drew her closer. It was the only thing that seemed right, somehow. The thought crumbled almost instantaneously as the scene from the interrogation room entered my thoughts… that poor deformed woman. I squeezed Magda closer. I couldn’t let them get to her. I just couldn’t let her become… that.
I shook my head to clear the image, my resolve steeling itself. Now, more than ever, I had to keep Magda safe from the organization—from Harry. Something in his demeanor… in the way he’d absolutely enjoyed every part of that so-called debriefing… He wasn’t nearly done. I could feel it. Something else was at play here, and I was still missing too much information to figure it out.
I had only days or weeks to avoid the organization’s hunters; months if I was incredibly lucky. I stared down at the woman in my arms, unable to decide if luck had been involved or if I had been cursed.
“I think,” I said, attempting to soothe the sting of her shame, “you weren’t quite yourself.”
“You don’t understand. I knew what I was doing. I just… couldn’t stop. Did I… did we really…” She looked up at me, mouth turned down into a small, uncertain frown, and then her fingers touched the broken buttons on my shirt. “I practically ripped your clothes off.”
I recalled the way she’d looked when we came together; the bliss that had crossed her face. My cock began to stir. The little bastard had always had a mind of its own, and now, knowing what I knew… it seemed more apt than ever. “…Yeah, you did.”
“We don’t even know each other,” she exclaimed, shoving away from me, breaking the connection between our bodies.
“Well, we can’t say that anymore, can we?” I asked, patiently sitting beside her. I slung an arm over my knee, more to keep from touching her than anything else. “I think we met in quite the biblical sense yesterday.”
Her lower lip jutted out, a tremulous pout forming. “I don’t know why it happened that way—I mean, I never knew sex could be like… that. Or even what it would really be like at all. And all this demon shit…? What is going on with my life?”
The distance she’d put between us felt physically painful to me. I fought hard to keep my hands to myself and not to reach out for her before she was ready. I’d prefer the kick-in-the-groin feeling, if I were being honest. At least that sensation had gone away when I’d come back to her. I forced myself to try and process what she she’d said.
“Magda, I have to ask you something, and it’s important.”
She stared up at me, looking nervous before nodding.
“Have you ever heard the word ‘cambion’ before?”
“Cambion? No, I—” She paused, a wrinkle forming in her brow as she contemplated. “It sounds familiar. Maybe something Dr. Lowe said? Before I went to see her, I’d never even heard of such a thing as succubusses or whatever. I had to Google it!”
“Did she say anything else to you? Anything you can remember?”
She looked at me, miserably. “I thought she was insane at first, if I’m being honest. She started touching me, and it was like I was just… floating and drowning at the same time, y’know? I’d never known anything like it before. I could scarcely think. I wanted to run away and yet, I didn’t want her to stop.
“I was more afraid of her stopping than of getting out of there. I felt… I don’t know. Crazy. I’m not… I’m not very, ah, experienced with anything revolving around sex, so I wasn’t sure what was going on.”
I nodded. The moment the doctor had turned her power onto me, I was truly a doomed man. It had been so easy; so casual. Her hand against my cheek—just that single touch—had sent me reeling into an abyss of desire. If she’d turned that on this woman, a woman, who admittedly was a stranger to sex, I’m sure it would have been overwhelming.
My gut clenched. What if, instead of asking me to protect Magda, Lowe had instructed me to go out and take out the backup team? Would I have really…?
Magda wasn’t even exerting her will over me; if she was, it was so subtle I couldn’t feel it. But if Archbishop Benedict himself tried to come for her right now, I wouldn’t pull my punches. I’d kill him where he stood before he could get within spitting distance. Was her ability so strong? Was it because we’d been together that I felt this way?
I’d felt the doctor’s power; I’d buckled under the force of it. I knew the dangers of the succubi because I had to admit it, if to no one else, not to a confessional in the Church, not to Jax, then at least to myself, that when the demon had turned that incredible control on me… If she’d asked, I would have gone out and killed the entire team, and I wouldn’t have cared if I knew them. Wouldn’t have given two shits if they were men I’d gone to school with; maybe even grew up with in the organization’s dorms or had beers with outside of seminary.
I would have murdered every one of the men they’d sent after us; so why hadn’t she ordered me to? I’d been in tougher fights with bigger beasts. I clenched my fists, trying not to think about it anymore. Dr. Lowe hadn’t wanted a weapon, or she would have used me as one. She’d wanted me to be a shield for Magda. She’d wanted us alone, cozily tucked into a little place somewhere with only a bed so that once Magda woke up, dripping with need to be awakened, the tide of our desire would spill over, and we would complete each other.
It still didn’t explain why this girl was so important that she’d gone to such lengths to ensure the transition would take place.
Dr. Lowe’s power had been heady and deep; so demanding that it could—and would—bring men crawling on their knees at her whim. I’d never felt that with Magda. With her, there was something…
Different.
You keep thinking that. Since you first saw her.
Even when her power surged the first moment she’d woken, it hadn’t sought to control me, as Dr. Lowe’s had. It had been inviting; the crooking finger of a lover. It had drawn me to her without her even trying. Like a moth to the flame, I’d gone happily, even though somewhere in the back of my head, I knew it was going to burn me to death.
If I could just keep my dick under control for one minute, I might be able to figure out what I’m clearly missing from this situation.
The twitching in my groin promised that wasn’t going to happen any time soon. “Did you know Dr. Lowe was a succubus when you went to meet her?”
“No,” Magda said, shaking her head. “I was there for… therapy, and I’d gotten overwhelmed. I was about to leave, but then she just kept touching me—led me to an office and let me sit, and then… it all happened so fast. She told me I was a succubus. She asked me if she could help me, and I said yes. I didn’t know what she’d meant…”
My brow rose at that. “You’d never known that about yourself, so how could she?”
“It seemed like some kind of, I don’t know, weird sex thing at first?—”
“Not far off, I suppose,” I interjected. At Magda’s exasperated look, I shut my mouth. “Ah, sorry. Go on. What happened next?”
“Well,” said Magda, tapping her chin, brow furrowing, “things started to get hazy, and she was talking to me about how I needed some kind of ‘awakening,’ and then she asked if that was okay. She asked if she could kiss me, and it felt so incredible to have someone touch me the way she had, I just… I wanted more.”
“Did she do anything else?”
Magda touched her mouth. “She just kissed me. Something inside of me… there was this feeling like a snap, or… oh I don’t know. But I’ve never kissed a woman before. It was… really nice, actually. Different from men. She was soft and smelled really good”—she turned to me with a look of embarrassment—“not that you don’t. Smell nice, I mean. I… I really enjoyed kissing you, too.”
She ducked her head and I carefully adjusted my position so that nothing about the way her comment affected me would be blatantly obvious.
“She mentioned that you had an appointment with her.”
“My friend Katie made me go. I was there to talk to her about… well,” Magda paused, sheepishness clouding her gaze. Her horns and teeth had receded for the moment, so at least appeared to be calming down a bit.
“It’s all right—just start from the beginning,” I said.
I didn’t know why it was so important now, how or why Magda knew Dr. Lowe. I’d willingly slept with a succubus and started us both down the path to demonic awakening. Manipulated by the organization, the doctor, and even my own body, just so I could be trapped into doing exactly what they’d wanted from the start.
Harry… that bastard.
The best I could hope for now was to get Magda safely back to her home and then run—but that would mean explaining things to her: about the Church. About what I’d really been doing there. About how much danger she was in if the organization discovered her. We could only hide out for so long. Throwing myself on the mercy of the organization had ended rather poorly—especially now that I’d beaten up the archbishop’s son and most of his team—so there could be no screwups.
They’d find me right away; they always found agents that ran—even if there was only a body left to recover. Within the core of my being, I knew I had to protect Magda from them. Even if it meant never touching her again. Even if it meant taking the truth of her existence with me to the grave. The thought of her becoming like the veiled sister with Harry… I shuddered.
Magda reached for me, stretching an arm across the small distance between us and I grasped her hand without thinking, grateful, starving even, for her touch.
I am a doomed man .
“From the beginning, huh?” she replied, chewing idly at her lip. “I suppose we ought to know each other a little better, considering…” She blushed. “I’m Magda Church.”
“Magda,” I said, tempted to bring the back of her hand to my lips, but managed to restrain myself. “Is that short for anything?” I’d already spied the name on her ID, but I felt guilty about it.
She shrunk a bit in on herself. “Magdalene. My parents are quite religious, and well… I hate my name, so just Magda, please. Katie calls met ‘Mags’ but I don’t care for it too much.”
“I’m Knight,” I began. “I was…” I stopped short. How the hell was I supposed to tell her that I was paid to track down and kill demons—like her? Like me ?! Or that sleeping with her had gotten me put on the same hit list? “I work… well, worked for an organization that monitors beings like Dr. Lowe.”
“Beings?” asked Magda. “Succubus… es? Succubi?” She frowned as she said the words, like she’d never really thought about how to pronounce them before.
“Demons,” I corrected, though not unkindly. “It’s a… the place I worked for, it’s a religious order. Highly zealous.”
“Oh my god,” Magda said, she reached for my jacket and I put my hands on hers. “Wait, didn’t you have?—”
“Whoa, whoa, I need to keep at least a couple pieces of clothes intact.”
Her mouth opened in shock. “Oh, no, I mean—your holster. There’s a logo on it.”
I unbuttoned my suit jacket and took it off, then pulled the empty holster off as well. I stared down at the stitched-on cross. I’d hardly ever paid attention to it, honestly; the stitching had been meant to offer some kind of protection—a ward, similar to the one on my necklace. I yanked the necklace off—stared at the cross in my hand, then threw it at the opposing wall.
“You recognize this?”
“Acolyte Seminary,” she said with a scowl. “My parents used to work there. I saw it all the time growing up.”
“You’re kidding,” I said.
“I am fresh out of jokes right now,” she answered, touching the stitching, staring at it like it was going to burn her. “I hated this logo. Father used to come home and put his bag on the table, and it was my job to take his things out and put them away in his study. This was on everything. Do you work there? With a gun? ”
“It’s a long story, but short answer is yes. I work for a part of the university that people don’t know about. Like I said, I monitor… and hunt… demons.”
“Were you hunting me?” Her words were so hurt, so breathless, I had to stop myself from grabbing hold of her again.
“No—I was watching Dr. Lowe. I didn’t know what she was up to. It was just recon. We were looking for evidence, and then I saw her with you, and I had to get you out safely?—”
“Then it had to have been something Dr. Lowe did to me!” Magda exclaimed.
“Not quite,” I said, wincing.
“But I wasn’t like this before… I was just a stupid girl who—” She stopped talking, her face going red again.
“What?”
“Please don’t laugh,” she said, casting a dubious look up at me. “I was there to talk with her about, well… that I’m—I mean, I guess I was … a virgin. I hadn’t been able to…” She buried her face in her free hand.
“Oh man.” I swallowed, hard. “That was your first time?”
Her cheeks flushed again, and she looked up at me pleadingly, her eyes doelike. My heartbeat rapidly responded… as did other parts of me.
“Yes,” she admitted, wrapping the arm that wasn’t grabbing my hand around her knees like she was cold. “It was strange… it was like, I knew what I needed to do without even trying. But I feel so stupid now. How could I just… do that… with a man I never even met before? It’s humiliating. I was probably so awful?—”
“Awful? What? No!” I interrupted, then added, “That was really your first time?”
“Don’t tease me.” She looked wounded, afraid that I was being kind to spare her feelings. “I’ve had some… problems with sex in the past, so I know it probably wasn’t… great. I felt like I knew what I was doing, but…”
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you,” I said. “If you told me that begging on my hands and knees would let me have one more moment like that with you, I would do it.”
Magda’s eyes widened. “…What do you mean?”
“I mean I would do anything. Name it. Anything you want at all.” I felt like I was talking too fast, saying too much, but my need for her was so overwhelming I couldn’t stop myself.
It wasn’t like I was some stranger to sleeping with women, but honestly, couldn’t think of a time when I’d said cringier things than what I was saying right now. Magda looked flattered, rather than frightened, as I figured any other woman might, but I forced my mouth shut before I said something else idiotic.
“You don’t have to make me feel better. You’re sweet for trying though,” she said with a dimpled smile, allowing me an out.
I couldn’t take it. This near to her, the smell of her, the touch of her… the higher functionality of my brain kicked itself to the curb. I was about to begin shaking with need. I’d never known anything like this—was this the power of a succubus? If she tried to send me away, it might literally devastate me.
Or is it because of what you’re becoming? I thought distantly. You failed to mention to her that you’re going to be a demon any day now, too.
“I’m not,” I replied, my voice low, hungry, “being sweet. I’m a complete and total selfish asshole, and I can’t stop thinking about how badly I want to have you again. In fact, it’s taking a substantial amount of my willpower to keep myself from ripping that sheet away and taking you. There is nothing sweet or innocent in what I feel about this.”
I can’t stop talking. Why can’t I stop? Stop talking. Stop talking! Shut up!
Magda’s mouth parted, ever so, surprise painting her features. I leaned forward and kissed her, trying not to be rough, but desperately needing to taste her. I grasped her chin in my hand—incapable of being as gentle as I wanted—and turned her face up to mine. She allowed me to move her; granted me more access to her inviting lips and the nervous tongue darting out to wet them, past the fangs, which had faded but were coming back, bit by bit. I kissed her again, sliding my hands to either side of her neck and cradling her as I explored her taste and the feeling of her tongue against mine.
With some effort, I sat back, trying to keep myself from pushing things too far, too fast. I could scarcely breathe; my heart was hammering so hard in my chest I thought I might start shaking. I’d never—never—had to fight my own want so badly.
“When you kiss me like that, I would believe anything you tell me,” she whispered. Her eyes were a deep, lustrous gray, heavy with desire. She touched her lips with her fingers. “What Dr. Lowe said must be true… that I really am a succubus. I’ve never had this… effect… on men before.”
“I find it very difficult to believe,” I told her, stroking her dark hair back away from her face, “that succubus or not, you’ve never driven a man senseless with want.”
She blushed, tried to look away, but I caught her chin again. I had to say something—I had to tell her about me—about my suspicions with the doctor. I tried to wrestle my brain under control, but instead, I kissed her again.
The urge to be inside of her shook me. I’d left the organization fully intending to get her to safety and flee as quickly as possible, but I couldn’t stop touching her; couldn’t stop kissing her. I laid her down against the bed, knowing that all that was between her glorious body and mine was a thin sheet of fabric. She wrapped her legs around my waist and I growled as I focused my attention on the taste of her mouth; her hands sliding beneath my shirt and scratching lightly against my skin. She bit my lower lip as I drew my head back and moaned. I could taste blood, but I didn’t care. I went to kiss her again, but Magda went still beneath me.
I looked down at her, and there were tears welling in her eyes. “My parents were right about me. They always told me that sex was the pathway to Hell, but I don’t think I could have ever imagined they meant it quite so literally. I’m a monster now. They were right. Oh god?—”
“No,” I said. I couldn’t bear the sadness welling within her.
I kissed her cheeks, and then the corners of her eyes, my tongue flicking out to taste the salt of her unshed sorrow on my lips. “You’re not a horrible person, demon or no. I’ve met my fair share of monsters, and you are definitely not among their number.”
Hell, I’ve got more blood on my hands than you ever will. If there is a monster in this room, it’s not you. I was a monster before I ever knew I was a demon.
“You said you hunt demons,” Magda said. She’d stopped crying; she was looking at my mouth, studying it. She lifted a hand and ran her thumb across my lower lip, where the evidence of her teeth marks had left little droplets of blood that now pattered her cheek. Even that small touch sent a thrill through me at the possibility of more.
“Only until recently,” I admitted. “The truth is, Magda, you weren’t the only one who had no idea about their demonic nature before meeting Dr. Lowe.”
She didn’t look away from my mouth but whispered, “You’re a succubus, too?”
I smirked. “Something like that.”
“Then… we’re both… we’re both demons.”
“Yes,” I answered. Another drop of my blood dripped down and landed on her lips.
Her tongue darted out and and she tasted it; her eyes glowed a fierce, devious purple, and she finally looked up into my face. “So we’re both monsters now.”
“Yes,” I whispered, kissing her. “We’re the same. If you’re a monster, then so am I.”
I had to have more of her. I had to. I was a fool to think that I would ever survive without her touch. My decision to get her to safety and then leave her… how the fuck would I ever manage to do such a stupid thing? Her voice brought shivers down my spine. Her kiss was like a drug. From the moment I’d seen her, I’d wanted her so badly that I didn’t know how I was going to live without being able to be near her again.
This woman… she was mine.
I felt myself get even harder as she bit her lips, a little bit of fang peeking through. Magda’s eyes deepened to a dark, violet color that left me mesmerized. “Then we should be monstrous together. It’s only natural… right?”
She slid her hand around the back of my neck and pulled my head toward hers. Our mouths met in a tangle of tongues, blood and saliva smearing as we consumed each other. Her lips parted to welcome more of me, and I deepened the kiss as that same pulsating thrum began to vibrate between us once more, like a heartbeat our bodies shared. I sat back and yanked my shirt off and threw it to the floor before I started working on my pants. I had no other clothes; couldn’t risk Magda ripping these, too. As I stripped down to my boxers and had to fight the elastic band off my erection, she let the sheet slip away, revealing her beautiful body and a dark tangle of hair between her thighs.
I swallowed, audibly. She was even sexier than I’d remembered, if that was possible.
“Wait…” she gasped, taking in the sight of me as I watched her. “I know we’ve already… once, but… I’m not on birth control or anything… I don’t have any… y’know.” She offered me a nervous smile. “Since I’m… I was… a virgin.”
I paused, mouth open. Shit . I hadn’t even thought about it—again! I could have laughed, but for the painful realization that I might not be inside of her again.
“Oh. Oh!” I shook my head. “No, you don’t have to worry—I get tested regularly… and, believe it or not, you’re the only person I’ve ever come in?—”
Magda sat up and grabbed hold of my arm, her head rolling back as she panted, “Please. Say it again.”
I stiffened—my cock was desperately trying to take the driver’s seat again. “You’re the only woman I’ve ever come in,” I said, voice hoarse. “The only woman that I’ve ever filled with?—”
Magda kissed me; her body shaking. “Again.”
“You’re the only?—”
“No,” she panting, trembling against me as her purple eyes rippled, and the thrum between us went taut like a pulled string. “ Do it again. Please.”
My cock got so hard I thought my abdomen might twist into itself.
“Tell me what you want,” I replied, unable to help myself. I gripped her tight and pressed her back against the bed. Between kisses I managed, “Anything. It’s yours.”
Urgently, I slid my hips between her legs, positioning my cock at her opening, marveling at the sight of her spread out before me like some kind of glorious sacrifice to a pagan god. I didn’t know what I wanted to do more: bury my face in her pussy and discover how she’d taste as she orgasmed on my tongue, or bury my cock inside of her until she begged me to come again?—
The decision, at least for the moment, was made, as Magda’s tiny hands shot out and grabbed my waist, pulling my hips forward, and shoving my cock deep inside her warm, wet pussy.
“You,” she whispered. “I want you.”
I groaned; relief, delight, I couldn’t tell. I couldn’t hesitate; didn’t have the ability within me to go slow. This wasn’t the same as the first time had been—the vibration between us now was too strong, too urgent. There was nothing but instinct and need, and I fought my own desire to fuck her with every remaining part of my sanity.
I lifted her legs, spreading them farther apart and moving myself deep, trying desperately not to hurt her. It was only her second time—something my brain was trying to keep at the forefront of my thoughts. I had to be careful that she was well and truly relaxed before I started?—
“,” said Magda, that same sexy, deep tone in her voice. I snapped my head up to look at her. “Fuck me. Please.”
“God, yes,” I replied, letting go of everything I’d been trying to hold back.
I drove myself into her with absolute abandon; I felt her come. I fucked her faster. I took her with absolutely everything I had, and when I felt Magda’s claws tearing into my back again, I bellowed out a coarse shout. Magda’s face tightened, her brows knitting together as she orgasmed once more, her legs quivering in my hands. The pulsing beat between us was now so tight it felt like it was forcing me deeper. There wasn’t a thought in my head to pull out this time.
We can get a pill later , I told myself.
Worries would come later… Later… Later… It was all a problem for our future selves. Right now, my only need was to have her. To feel her; to be one and to lose myself inside of her.
I panted as I drove my cock into her wet pussy over and over again until pleasure began to break over me; goose bumps dotted my arms and legs. I opened my eyes and met her gaze. Something feral and instinctive had taken the driver’s seat of my body. If there was any possible way I could be deeper inside of her, I wanted to be. Needed to be.
I wanted to hear her to beg for me. I wanted to hear her beg for me to fill her.
“I going to come,” I panted. “Do you want me to stop?”
There was no way I could stop myself now if I tried. I didn’t have the slightest thought in my head to pull out, so I didn’t know if that invisible band would keep us together or not, but I had zero desire to even tempt it. I offered a wicked grin, regardless. “I can pull out if you’d prefer?—”
“No,” Magda said, her now purple eyes flaring to life.
“No what?” I panted, whispering in her ear. “I’ll do anything you want. All you have to do is just… ask me for it.”
Magda wrapped her legs around my waist, squeezing me tightly. “Please,” she whimpered, “please come for me. Please come in me, .”
“Yes, baby…” I growled as she tightened around me.
The orgasm rippled through my entire body; every ounce of cum spilled out of me and into Magda’s waiting pussy; she moaned as another orgasm took her over and sent another shiver of pleasure piercing through me as I felt the last bits of my semen filling her. It was as if her body and mine had conspired without us to work together to drain every single last drop out of me, in unison.
Breathing hard, I bent down and planted a kiss on Magda’s lips before I fell to my side, the heartbeat between us now buzzing pleasantly like a hum. My body was spent, but I still needed—wanted—Magda close to me. I grabbed her into an embrace against my still heaving chest, tucking her head beneath my chin as she gripped my waist tight.
“I’m sorry…” said Magda, her cheeks flushed with exertion. “I don’t know why, but you just drive all the sense from my head. I just get so… hungry for you.”
“Don’t apologize.” I held her closer and kissed her forehead. “Are you all right? I wasn’t too rough, was I?”
Magda hmmed , but when I managed to open my eyes, she had already fallen back asleep, a smile still lifting the corners of her lips. Before I closed my eyes, I caught sight of the window, where the morning sun was just beginning to slip into the room.
How am I supposed to keep her safe if it means losing… this? Losing… her?
I pulled the sheet up around us, wrapping Magda and I together before sheer exhaustion claimed me, and I sank into a deep, dreamless slumber.
…I am such a doomed man.