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Repercussions of a Summons Gone Awry [Sera X Procyonix]

When Rakith backed off, taking the warmth of his body with him, she held back the plea that was lodged in her throat. The chill of the air didn't immediately return to her, the heat of her desire keeping her body warm for the moment. Off the counter she slid, her gaze following him as he crossed the room, his graceful movements holding her attention until he was seated. Cecilia stared, watching him get comfortable, despite the bubbling of the pot beside her that required stirring. It was when he spoke quietly, commenting on her beauty, that she turned away. "Compliments won't win you anything..." She mumbled under her breath.

Ceci grabbed a wooden spoon, dropping it into the pot and stirring the mixture silently while she considered all that had happened since she summoned Rakith. She was destined to spend eternity with the Demon Prince, but he was also supposed to train her so she became a more powerful witch. He had ownership of her body and soul, so stated the spell and contract her grandmother had created with him. But with that he also owed her protection. The contract and binding weren't necessarily unfair. She just didn't like them. Ceci didn't know exactly what being bound to a demon meant. He had said he didn't plan to abuse her. But what did that really mean?

She pulled the spoon from the pot and set it on the counter, moving around to find another spice and add it to the pot. The heat of her desire throbbed between her legs, causing her to stop moving and press her thighs together, a lump forming in her throat. Cecilia didn't know how long she could play games with him. She didn't want to give in, but she didn't want to continue torturing herself.

Turning, she looked at him, her eyes narrowing as she considered their positions. Things could certainly be worse.

She had a lot of questions, but she didn't know if she wanted to ask him. Talking to him and asking him questions meant he would respond. And heaven help her if he used that special tone of voice. Ceci gulped just thinking about it, her hands clutching at the edge of the counter. But they were necessary questions. Things she had to know. Depending on the answers, they could change her prospective- maybe.

"Rakith..." She said his name hesitantly. "What does...belonging to you mean?" Ceci inquired, "I've lived in this cottage my entire life. I've lived on my own for nine years....." She kept her grip on the counter firm, refusing to move closer to him or else lose her control. "Are you going to make me leave?" She asked. Ceci didn't want to be kept locked up in a place she didn't know. She feared the loss of her freedom more than anything else. There was something about her simple life in the woods that kept her emotions in balance.
 
Her hesitant and softly asked questions struck a soft chord in Rakith. Most likely as it was the first time she had used his name as something other than a curse word. While not ready to admit the full extent of it, it was clear that she was trying to come to terms with the fact that he made her burn like she didn't know she could. Ah virgins, so enjoyable to twist and corrupt, he thought to himself. Yet, her questions made him pause a moment. What did he in fact, intend to do with her. I mean the grand plan was clear, but many of the individual details were a little hazy. After all, he was a demon, chaos personified. He wasn't one of those prissy devils who planned everything down ot how my sheets of paper to use to wipe their pompous asses with.

"Eventually, all thing will come to an end," he said quietly. It was not harsh or anything. "This forest while beautiful now, will one day be gone. Replaced by ugly roads and things for people who are too busy being miserable than living life. But do I plan to make you leave? No. This home suits you well. And while we may come and go from time to time. I hope to not lose this place during your mortal life. Once it is time for you to pass to the next world, it will be necessary for us to go to my home realm for a while. Once there, if you become as close to me as I wish you to become, then I will be able to give your spirit form again, a body if you will, that will be this that you have now. I plan to let you live out the rest of time as a young woman."

Motioning her to him, he patted his lap for her to sit on. He would patiently wait for her to come sit before continuing. "What does belonging to me mean? It's a complicated question, and an even more complicated answer. I am a demon, yes. I am not a good man. A woman like you truly deserves a good man, but your life was not meant to go that way." He paused, feeling her trying desperately to keep her distance even in his lap. Slowly, he put an arm around her and pulled her against his chest. "I wont hurt you, Ceci, especially now when we are talking nicely."

'Having said that, what you do have is me. And while I am not the good man you deserve, I am what you have. I will do my best to do everything your grandmother asked of me, and that includes make you happy. As... difficult... as that will be for me. But I promised her that I would do what I could to learn how to be kind to you. I cannot promise that it will be a bed of roses, but you will get my effort at least. Nor can I promise you love. I don't know if a demon is capable of such a thing. Your grandmother asked me that very question fifty years ago when she sat where you are now."
 
Ceci didn't understand what he meant about the forest being gone and replaced by roads for busy miserable people. Did he know of a future that had not yet occurred? Her confused expression revealed as much as she thought, but it eased when he explained that he didn't plan to make her leave her home. It was like a flood of relief hit her, her shoulders losing some of the tension she hadn't realized they were holding. The tension returned at the mention of her passing to the next world, the fear of the unknown getting to her. Rakith spoke of giving her another form to live within, regaining her image as it was in her young age. While that was reassuring, it was also unnerving to know he had such power within him. She flinched when he moved, motioning for her to come to his side and sit on his lap. That was something she DID NOT want to do.

Her eyes narrowed, distrust her first reaction to his beckoning. He didn't try to force her or threaten her, but he waited in silence for her to make her decision. He was giving her answers that she wanted and needed. Cecilia didn't want him to stop, not if she could help it. After a few moments of just staring at him, she moved. Cautiously, she crossed the room to stand in front of him, her pulse beating rapidly in her throat as she slowly settled into his lap. Being close to him again made her nervous, her body already reacting to the proximity. She tried to sit on his lap and remain straight, keeping her back bent away from him. If she kept some distance, maybe she could keep breathing and focusing on what her priorities were. But he knew what she was doing.

An arm pulled her forward, forcing her to rest against his chest. He stated her safety, only slightly easing her fear as he continued to explain the answers to her questions. He was not a good man, she agreed, glaring at him. But as she sat on his lap, his words sunk in and she started to relax. Her grandmother had still wanted her to be happy, even with being bound to a demon as she was. Rakith had promised to make her happy, and she grinned when he admitted it would be difficult for him. Ceci enjoyed the idea of making his life harder. But it was part of the deal and he was bound to his promises- or at least he appeared to act as if he was. She didn't know if he could break such promises and that would always remain a concern for her.

Love. He couldn't promise her love, but she didn't ask for it either. The concept of love from a demon or even loving a demon baffled her, making her eyes sparkle with dark amusement. Love? From a demon? How had her grandmother asked him about such a thing?! Wait. What? She blinked, her lips twitching. "Fifty years ago....When she sat..." Ceci paused, "Where I am...Right now..." She cleared her throat gently. "Are you telling me, my grandmother sat on your lap? Fifty years ago?" Her voice was devoid of humor or amusement. She was trying to wrap her head around what exactly happened between Rakith and her grandmother. "I wasn't even born fifty years ago, Rakith..." She murmured, "Why was my grandmother talking to you so long ago?" She shifted in his lap, turning more directly to face him. They were close, her hands flattened against his chest as she looked him in the eye. His chest was warm, even through his shirt, and her fingers dug lightly into the fabric, drawn to the heat. "Just how involved with my family have you been?" Cecilia inquired, a slim brow raised in pure curiosity. "How many times did you meet with my grandmother?" She leaned closer, drawn in by her interest. "Rakith..."
 
"Just how involved with my family have you been?" Cecilia inquired, a slim brow raised in pure curiosity. "How many times did you meet with my grandmother?" She leaned closer, drawn in by her interest. "Rakith..."

It was the obvious and expected reaction. He had dropped the biggest bombshell of the day on her with that admission. Shrugging slightly, he nodded, "Your intuition serves you well. Of course you are the product of a very carefully maintained line of the finest witches in the world, filled with all the power of your bloodline, which is considerable. I should know. I put it there." There was no malice or anything in his words, the time had come to tell her the truth, or at least as much as she needed to know. "One of your earliest ancestors, for whom you are named by the way, the first witch of the line. She like you, summoned me. Though in her case, it was truly accidental. And she did pay dearly for that mistake as I was much more terrifying then, I destroyed her village, and in fact her entire civilization. Save her. Her, I made a pact with. I would seed her with a child. And I would watch over each and every female in the line. I would bed each of them in turn. Make them my lovers. And threw the child I gave her two thousand years ago, the power has grown. I have been there for each of your foremothers, as it were. Your grandmother wished you to be different."

Smiling at the memory of the night she had explained her desires for her then barely a year old granddaughter. IT had been in the very bed that he had given that same child her first climax in. "Your grandmother was a complex woman. All witches, but especially your line, are touched by a demon's blood. Mine in particular, yes. But despite that, she was kind and cared very much about her daughter and you. Your mother was the one i spent the least time with, at your grandmother's request. She wanted me to save up for you. IT was her hope that I would learn to love you. And you me. And that together we would make something... beautiful together," he said quietly. He paused a long moment thinking as he gazed at the fireplace, cold though it was. The log sparked back into life and the room warmed up enough to be comfortable again. "It is why I told you that i can't promise to love you. I do not know if I am capable of it."

His hand stroked her hair softly, comfortingly. "I suspect," he said quieter still, with a tenderness in his voice that surprised even himself, "that this news will lesson your opinion of me even further. That you see me as some form or Demonic pervert stalking your family. But they came to me, and in time, I grew attached to your family. To knowing that your family was safe. When they were killed years ago, I seethed with rage and loss. They weren't meant to die young." Once more he stopped, and then kissing her forehead softly, he whispered, "The only good thing to come from it all, is your were set on the path that would bring me to you. Though I take no comfort for your loss from that. And if you ever repeat that... I will send you to the lower planes of Hell for a few centuries.... That can't get out... Understood?"
 
Ceci couldn't have guessed how deeply the connection between her family line ran with Rakith. Never in a hundred years would she have thought it went all the way back to her earliest ancestor. All of the years, their magic had stemmed from a pact made with him. Cecilia's fingers curled tighter against his chest, pulling the shirt into her grasp as she listened. Her bloodline had started with his aid. He was as tightly bound to her as anyone else that she had called family. The concept made her momentarily ill, the shock shining through her gaze as she continued to stare at Rakith. Back to her grandmother the story went, the woman who changed everything. Her grandmother had obviously been a more willing partner in Rakith's bed, and Ceci shivered to think about it, wondering if all of the women in her family had accepted the terms of the pact with or without a fight.

Rakith's voice lowered, becoming more quiet as he described what her grandmother's wishes had been. As they currently were, Cecilia wasn't panicked or filled with terror. She was content sitting where she was, but she was confused. Unsure of how to react to the side of Rakith that she was seeing. His touch was soft as it stroked her hair, his voice tender in a way she hadn't heard for years. Ceci closed her eyes, savoring the gentle caress for a moment before her mind decided to become rebellious again. It would ruin the carefully crafted peace between them, but it was bound to happen again.

Her opinion of him was a tricky thing. She didn't really know who she was mad at anymore. Cecilia wanted to direct all of her anger at him, but from what he told her, she was not the first to meet him, and it was not his decision alone that led to their binding. Her grandmother and even her earliest ancestor were the ones that got her wrapped up with the Demon Prince. But he admitted to caring for her family in a way that was not proper for someone of his kind. Telling her a secret that she was not supposed to tell anyone else, something she was entrusted with. The feeling of his lips on her forehead lingered, curbing her tongue from making a rude or nasty comment.

Ceci's grandmother had trusted Rakith to take her granddaughter and give her happiness, power, and protection. The young witch regarded him curiously, her silence stretching out and proving unusual. She hadn't been so quiet since he had been summoned and it would be something Rakith wouldn't have experienced yet.

Finally she broke the silence between them. "I won't tell anyone..." Cecilia replied simply, uncurling her fists from his shirt. She smoothed the crinkles that she caused, her gaze focused on them as the gears in her head kept turning. "You are a demonic pervert..." She stated bluntly, "Have you seen this outfit I'm in?" Ceci flashed him a look of annoyance. "You've bedded every single woman in my family...." She was going over the facts again, slowly. "Sounds like you bedded my grandmother a good deal....And she must have found you to be something of a decent....man..." Ceci frowned, "Were they all just...willing?" She asked, "Did their mothers and grandmothers raise them to know you would come to them? Would they willingly spread their legs for you?" Her voice was rising with emotion, but it wasn't exactly anger.

"Why didn't she tell me?" She whispered. Cecilia felt a stab of betrayal. She had been left in the dark for so long, with no knowledge of what was to come in her life. "What if I never summoned you?" She asked, "Would you have come for me in time?" Having smoothed out the wrinkles in his shirt, she raised her hand to touch his face, wondering how others had treated him and been treated by him. Her fingertips slid across his cheek, across his jaw, and down his neck, where her hand wrapped around what she could. "You stupid, demonic, pervert..." Cecilia grumbled, "My grandmother was foolish. She should have made the pact for herself..." Though she knew it would do nothing, she dug her nails into his neck, her eyes starting to well up with tears. "You are all insane...and I hate you all for it." The stubbornness was trying to shine through again.

Cecilia sniffled, her eyes narrowed in clear irritation. Not at him, not at her grandmother, but currently at herself for her emotions. "I need to check on dinner..." She stated, but despite the statement, she didn't try to move. The witch just sat on his lap, her nails digging into the flesh of his neck on one side and her tears threatening to spill over. She was stuck between wanting to break down in sobs and wanting to stomp around screaming.
 
Watching the young woman go through the facts in his lap was enjoyable to Rakith, something he wouldn't have thought likely. Yet, there was something powerful about her learning the truth with him, rather than her mother as she should have. Perhaps her mother wished to shield her from it, or perhaps her death came too soon. She had to know it was coming with her daughter nearing puberty. Why she chose not to tell Ceci was her choice. And if Ceci wanted, she could ask her soul directly some day. Rather than start there, however, he went back to the woman who was trying to break the cycle, trying to break her family free of a each new daughter being taken by the same man. "You're grandmother was a special woman. In her youth, she could have been your sister. She wasn't quite as lovely as you are, but she had the same eyes. No, most of the women have been reluctant, like you. Some daughter's are told, some are not. Why I never question. When you were born, the line was strained. Only one daughter at a time can hold the full power I share with your family. Your grandmother should have died when your mother came of age. She chose not to. She did not fully let go of the power to your mother. Perhaps this is why your mother never told you. Feeling you were being selected over her by her own mother. Jealousy is a powerful emotion. Your grandmother and I were close, yes. We were lovers for several years. She never married, but took a man from the village to sire your mother. I only was with your mother the one time. I had promised to do no more with her. After all, your grandmother didn't want to risk you being my own daughter."

Even as she made noises about checking on the stew, she didn't move and that was fine. Rakith simply conjured an imp to stir the pot. "When it came to be your turn to inherit the power. your mother mother had to pass. Sad, but I couldn't break the chain a second time for your grandmother. Besides, she was clear that she wanted you to be the one. She must have seen something she didn't like in your mother, or didn't trust. She put all her faith in you."

Wiping the tears from her eyes, he said plainly, "If you must be angry at somebody vent at me. I can take anything you dish out, and I would rather your remember your grandmother fondly as the kind woman who bounced you on her knee." Even as he said this, he held her closely. He had promised in the oath to protect her. And at the moment, that included from himself as well. He would likely make her a woman soon that night, but not now. Now she had to have comfort. And while he wasn't exactly skilled in it, he would try.
 
Her grandmother had died for her to gain the power she hadn't been yet taught to control. She could do simple spells, and apparently she could even summon demons, but her magic was fickle and sometimes did as it pleased. As was shown when her emotions shot out of control earlier in the evening. The absence of her grandmother and the loss of her mother had left Cecilia with nobody to learn from. It would have likely been better if Rakith had entered her life much earlier, but things didn't work out as such. She was thankful she hadn't summoned him until she did. Any earlier in her life and she didn't know how she would have reacted.

Rakith didn't want her to be angry at her grandmother, and that won him some points of respect. He was a demon, but he wasn't exactly what she had expected out of a demon. He had the obvious and infuriating qualities she would expect, but he had more than that. She suspected it was because of his far reaching connection to her family line, but she wasn't going to pry into it anymore.

"That's that..." Ceci murmured, blinking away a few more tears that spilled over. His fingers brushing her tears away were a surprise, but a welcome comfort. "I won't say that I won't continue to be angry with my grandmother..." She stated, "Because I can't not be angry right now...But I don't hate her..." Ceci's back straightened as she smoothed her hand out against his neck and the small crescents her nails had made in his skin. "She wanted what she thought was best for me...And she trusted you..." The witch looked at Rakith, her jaw set stubbornly, "I don't trust you yet. Because you are a perverted demon that infuriates me...But.." Ceci sighed, her shoulders slumping, "You haven't hurt me yet...And you have answered all of my questions without asking me for some perverted form of payment...yet..." She gave him a pointed look.

She was still reluctant to accept him into her life, but she figured she could at least treat him with some level of respect. "I won't try to stab you with any swords...for now..." She muttered, shifting in his lap. "But I think the food is ready..." Cecilia was honestly afraid to stand up, fearful that her legs would give out on her and send her flailing to the floor. Mentally, she was exhausted, and she was hopeful that food would push away some of the shock she was feeling. "You do actually eat? And you did want supper, correct?" Cecilia shifted to stand, wanting to serve them the biscuits that were likely about to be finished and two bowls of venison stew. He had teased her earlier and she assumed he was kidding about his remark on supper and food. The memory of their moment on the counter brought a flush back to her cheeks and she found she wanted to put space between them immediately.

When she slipped off of his lap, she hurried away, entering the kitchen area without looking back. She paused to stare at the creature stirring her pot, but didn't linger on the fact for long. Cecilia pulled the biscuits from the stone oven and collected the necessary utensils for serving and eating the supper she prepared. After a few more minutes she was setting everything down on the table to the side of the kitchen and motioning for him to join if he so desired. The bowls of stew were fragrant with spices and vegetables, and the biscuits were fluffy and golden brown around the edges.
 
As she pointed out that he hadn't expected some form or erotic payment as yet, with emphasis on the yet, he smiled at her. "The night is still young," he smirked at her as she got up to walk away, he took a playful swat at her ass as she moved away from him, but otherwise let her go. "Of course I eat.." he protested, "I mean what do you think i am? oh... wait.. that's right... I am... but yes. I still eat." His mood was lighter now that the deep topic of his involvement with her family was out of the way. Somebody had to tell her after all, she deserved the truth.

He watched her as she moved away. The hunger he felt at that particular moment would not be quenched by stew. No, the only cure for that hunger was his seed dripping from her body after he had made her a woman. Though he did like biscuits. Standing up he moved to the table. "I do thank you for promising not to try to stab me for now. But like I said, the night is still young." Sitting down next to her, he took a couple of biscuits before accepting the offered stew. It smelled nice, he had to admit. Food to him was a luxury for the sensations, not the need for it. That was emotions. The stronger the more it fed him. That was why demons tended to tap into primal fear, for few emotions were as potent as those of fight or flight when somebody's life was at stake.

Motioning to the imp, he had it start to clean up around the house for her. After all, he was largely to blame for the mess. Turning his attention back to her, "I am glad that I got to tell you the truth. It shouldn't have been me, but in a way, I feel honored to be the one to do it." As he munched on the bread and enjoyed the sensations of the spices in the stew, his hand rested on her knee gently beneath the table. It wasn't an aggressive move, just he wanted her to know that he was there. And perhaps to foreshadow what was for desert.
 
Cecilia sat down, quiet as she nibbled on the edge of a biscuit. The hand that settled over her bare knee surprised her, mostly due to the heat that shot right between her legs, making her cross her ankles and squeeze her thighs together. She didn't look at Rakith, focusing much too intently on her stew. Ceci was thankful for the truth, she could admit that, but she wasn't sure how to actually feel about the truth.

Slowly she chewed a piece of venison, letting the flavors tease her taste buds while her head was teased with possibilities of the future. Rakith had been part of the passing of power for centuries of women in her family. But now it was supposed to be different for her, for them. What had her grandmother been thinking? The woman had been too crafty for her own good.

The passing seconds started to taunt her, reminding her of his comment that the night was still young. She knew that she wasn't going to be curling into her bed and relaxing after dinner, Rakith was going to make sure of that. And as much as she wanted to deny it, she knew she would enjoy what was to come. The thoughts and possibilities swirled around in her head, making her want to shift in her chair. She didn't want to make it obvious, though she was sure Rakith knew what she was going through. He seemed to know the effect he had on her. A little too well.

Was this how it was with all of the others in her line? Did he tease them, make them feel the power of pleasure, and then have them come to terms with it before he finally took what was necessary? It was infuriating and intoxicating at the same time. The rush of anticipation, combined with the stubborn need to rebel against him. Her biscuit was finished, a crumb lingering on her lip that she swiped away with the tip of her tongue. Ceci was getting restless, unable to retreat to the safety of her thoughts because they were no longer territory she wanted to travel, and unable to focus on what was around her because that included a certain Demon.

She pushed away from the table and stood up, finished with her food. The warmth from Rakith's hand lingered on her knee, making her tense as she walked towards the fire. Though it wasn't necessary, Ceci grabbed the poker from the side of the fireplace, holding the iron tool in her hand to stoke the fire. She bent forward, prodding the flames and wood in silence so they crackled and popped. The warmth that went up her skirt reminded her that bending over wasn't something she necessarily wanted to do, and she straightened quickly. They really needed to discuss his taste in attire.

Cecilia turned her attention back to Rakith, speaking from her position in front of the fire, "I like to cook..." She announced, "Hopefully the meal is satisfying...Since I don't cook for others...." It was an unweighted comment, something to say while keeping far away from the topics she didn't want to dabble in anymore. She could focus on additional technicalities and questions later.
 
Rakith watched her in silence as she kept herself busy. The demon inside him could feel the emotions as they roiled in her like a raging tempest. Her life had been totally overturned, she was trapped belonging to a Prince of Hell, and she was facing new emotions brought out by his lust. The power of these conflicting emotions nearly lit up the room for his eyes which could see them like the major thunderheads they were.
They literally swirled around her in his eyes as he watched her as the eye of the storm.

Not for the first time that night, he wondered why he was being so considerate of her emotions. It was very undemonic. Yet it was in line with the pact he had made with her Grandmother. Was he prepared to make this lovely young creature his Princess for all time? Raise a family with her? Given the history of her family, she would likely be a wonderful lover, if the plan had worked as intended, she would be the best of her long line at about everything. It occurred to him, that he would need to prepare her for the power she would inherit after she was bedded. Otherwise, this beautiful cabin she cared so much for would be cinders by morning.

Deciding to work a little on her emotions, he focused on her clothing and it shifted. Instead of the slut clothing she had worn before at his will, she now was dressed elegantly for bed, though still sexy, it was appropriate for an innocent young woman about to become a woman. A knee length pink satin chemise, beautiful white lace panties and bra, and a small pink satin night coat to cover her shoulders in case she got cold. The last touch was a wreath of beautiful flowers on her head, making her look the part of nobility or blessed woman of nature. He wanted her to know this was a special occasion.

Once he was done, he nodded to her slowly, "I can tell you like to cook. You are good at it. There is one more thing I need to tell you, and this is important not only to you and me, but to your beautiful home. Once we make love, you are going to be filled with power like you've never felt. It's transferred from woman to woman in your line by me usually. This time, however, the power is skipping a generation, so it will be more than ever before. It will literally pour from your body in every direction. When that happens, focus on something that makes you happy. Anything, even if it is me with a sword through my black heart. It has to be a happy memory.. Something that brings you peace and joy.. Else you will wake in a smoldering crater."
 
Leaning against the mantle of her fireplace she hadn't been expecting a change in clothing. But without a word from Rakith, it all changed. She still didn't understand exactly what it had changed into, but it certainly did alter. Ceci looked down at herself and felt the odd layers of fabric wrapped around her body. Hesitantly, her hands rose and smoothed over the chemise, her eyes taking in the color of the fabric and her hands feeling the bra beneath. Her hands almost seemed to grope her breast, finding the feeling of support to be foreign but not unappealing. She shifted when she felt the odd sensation wrapped around her lower body, the panties a form of covering that she was not familiar with. A curious look was shot in Rakith's direction, but she didn't say anything, much preferring her new attire to what he had given her before. A mental note was made to ask him about it at another time. Maybe it was a demon thing? When she shifted and her hair fell into her eyes, she lifted a hand to brush them away, her fingertips brushing across the flowers on her head.

Cecilia pulled the night coat around her shoulders more comfortably, turning her attention to Rakith when he spoke. He mentioned her home and the importance of what was to come if she didn't want anything to happen to it. His description of what was going to happen was not something that sounded pleasant, her eyes nearly popping out of their sockets at the visuals shooting through her mind. She ignored his make love comment in favor of thinking about what type of happy memory she could focus on. She had few. Losing her parents at such a young age had left her in a sad state of loneliness. Her lips did twitch with amusement however at his statement about himself. Would picturing him with a sword through his heart keep her home in once piece? Unfortunately she doubted it.

The witch crossed the room again, feeling less exposed, but still somewhat shy in the lace and silk that adorned her figure. "Rakith..." She mused, "You know you're not making this situation sound any more appealing?" Ceci stopped beside the table and crossed her arms over her chest. "You're saying I could destroy the only thing I hold precious...Sex with you doesn't sound like something I want anything to do with...." Her words were laced with a hesitant and nervous tone. "What...What if I can't think of something..." A thread of panic reached her.

The arms over her chest moved so she could hug herself, her gaze meeting Rakith's, "Will it hurt? This power coming to me? Will I be able to control it?" She couldn't control what magic she did have sometimes, what was she supposed to do with all of it? She visibly appeared to clench her jaw, unwillingly to say what was going to slip from her lips next, "Will you help me?"
 
Standing up he moved slowly, but with firm and purposeful strides to her side. Encircling her in his arms, he smiled down at her, "Of course I will. That's why it's passed on through passion. The hope is, that the memory of the love making is so wonderful for you, that it is what anchors you to control. While in time, we will explore a lot of different variations of how to make love, tonight will be sweet and gentle. I want to be something that anchors you to this place, this world, your life: for the rest of your days." He was using "that" voice again, the soft caress of warmth and passion, though there was the warmth of his concern for her in there as well. "I will do whatever I must, to get you through this safely, Ceci. For I plan to make love to you a great many times over the years. But the first time only happens once, my little dove."

Scooping her up in his arms, he carried her slowly back to the bed. Unlike before when the stride and tone of it was one of conquest and forcing her to submit, this time, as he carried her, she would feel nothing but care. She was under his protection, and that meant giving her a beautiful night of discovery. The kinks could wait until she was in control of her powers. As hard as it was for him to admit to himself, this night had to be about her. About making her complete with him, not his adversary.

Setting her down on the bed softly, he lay down next to her and pulled her against his chest. Letting her head rest on him, he stroked her hair gently. "I will always be there for you, Ceci. Be it in sex, magic, or life. I am your guardian demon."
 
He approached and it immediately put her on her guard, but he was smiling. It wasn't a cruel, or a mischievous smile. It was simply a smile.

Rakith would help her, he would protect her. He made the idea of making love to him sound like something that she wouldn't soon forget. Like something she wouldn't want to forget. His voice was doing terrible things to her, increasing her heart beat, making her skin flush, and derailing all trains of thought for stubborn rejection. My little dove. She shivered, not avoiding the arms that lifted her, carrying her back to the bedroom they had been in previously. The bed where she had first experienced what pleasure could be. Her nerves were high, only somewhat eased by his gentle touch and care. She felt like she wasn't ready, but she knew there was no way to avoid what was coming.

When her body touched down with the bed, she wanted to curl up and hide. To pull the covers over her head and pretend Rakith wasn't there anymore, but instead she let him pull her against his chest, her cheek flush with the warmth that seeped through the fabric of his shirt. Unknowingly, her hands reached up, gripping his shirt between her slender fingers. "Rakith..." She mumbled, closing her eyes. "I..." Ceci didn't know what she wanted to say. Part of her was trying to think of some way to get away from the situation, but most of her wanted what he offered. The experience and the power.

Cecilia lifted her head from where it rested on his chest, looking up into his eyes. He was being careful and oddly kind to her as he stroked her hair. But as she looked up at him there was still that flicker of rebellious fury in her gaze. The desire was overpowering that strong stubbornness for the moment. "This doesn't mean you win..." She told him in a low voice. "I won't make your life easy...And you're going to regret making this pact with my grandmother..." Ceci promised.

Her hand lifted from where it had curled around his shirt, moving to caress his cheek in almost a fond manner. "I won't fight you...this once...." The mumble gave away her usual attitude, but it was an admission of defeat nonetheless. Before she could think of any other way to make things difficult, she sealed her lips to his own, kissing the Demon Prince that promised her power, control, and protection.
 
It was as close to a sweet moment as he had ever experienced in that instant. As she kissed him willingly for the first time of her own volition. The flames inside him surged with that simple act and moaned into her mouth softly. As the kiss ended, he smiled up at her, "Right now, Ceci, it's not about winning or losing. I stopped keeping score a while ago." His voice was husky now, filled with desire he felt for this woman. She had his black soul burning brighter than he could remember it being.

Rolling her onto her back, he started to kiss her forcefully, letting her feel the need and hunger for her that he had built up through out the evening with her. The hard lump in his trousers that was his shaft strained hard to get at her soft folds. But he would let her unlock her treasure, her eventual master, but tonight, simply her lover.

Pushing the night coat off of her shoulders, his mouth moved once more to her neck, hungry possessive, and on a mission. Each bite and kiss was harder and more passionate than the one before, as he covered her neck and shoulder with his mouth. Remembering to breathe, he slowed down a little, not wanting to rush this. His breathing was hard and labored. Whispering softly, "Please.." It was an odd thing for him to say, but with his bulge at eye level for her, he hoped she understood. He wanted her lips around him, to feel the heat of her mouth. He needed to cum quickly to cool off enough not to rush her experience.
 
She didn't know what had really come over her. To actually make her willingly kiss him. But something had. And the way he responded was worth it.

The kiss stole her breath away, her body yearning for the touch and sensations that she knew he could give her. The sound of his voice, as it slid over her skin, made her come alive. Her blood boiled for him and she bit her lip to stop herself from moaning. Cecilia was a prideful person, but Rakith did something that threatened to make her crumble at his feet. She wanted what he could offer, and she was embarrassed to admit it.

On her back she accepted his kiss, kissing him back with an intensity that she'd never felt. She needed completion.

Her tongue made its way between his lips, tasting the flavor that was entirely his. When his lips moved south, running over her neck, she finally did release the moan she had held back. Every bite and nip from his teeth had her groaning and gasping for more. How did he do it? Bring her to such a state of arousal and need? Had it been from her lack of interaction with others in the years since her parents death? She didn't know. But in the moments where he touched her, she realized she didn't give a damn.

Ceci felt her body come to life under his touch, and when his silk covered bulge came within her sight, she knew what she wanted to do. She had taunted him earlier. Threatening to bite him, but for the time being she didn't want to do any such thing. It helped that he added please to his vocabulary. It was a word she didn't think demons new existed. She shot him an amused and delighted smirk, her hands reaching out to the edge of his pants. Even though her body wanted to feel him, she touched him instead.

Her fingers fumbled momentarily with the fastenings of his pants, but after a moment she had them undone, shoving away the cloth that concealed him from her. Cecilia looked up at Rakith, her gaze unsure and innocent, but holding his eyes with her own, she lowered her lips around the girth that was him.

The moment the warmth of his sex entered her mouth she felt her desire intensify. Her tongue smoothed along his hard surface as she forced him deep, not stopping until he met the back of her throat. Her eyes rolled back, remembering the taste of him from earlier, a shock of pleasure shooting to her core. It was mortifying, but she could be embarrassed later. In the moment she wanted to hear him fall apart under her touch.
 
There was that briefest moment when their eyes met before she took him into her mouth. Moaning, he wondered if that was something instinctive that women knew to make men putty in their hands? That sweet innocent look was seductive and alluring and just for him. And that was perhaps the most powerful part of it. Her mouth was hot and silky soft as she took him slowly into it. And he moaned harder with each inch that disappeared from sight. While he had known this would come sooner or later tonight, now that it was here, it was so much different than he had expected. Usually, when he took the virginity of one of the witches, it was hard and fast, the way he usually liked it. Of course most of them had been taught how to handle the power. Not only had she not been taught to handle it, but the power she was going to receive was more potent than most. And then there was his desire not to hurt her. At the start of the day, not telling her and watching her match a crater of her home might have been amusing. Now, it would be the wedge that broke apart any partnership they could have. And he found he wanted some form of partnership. Even if it meant her on a leash, he still wanted her in his life.

Sliding the strap off of her shoulder of the chemise, he came face to face of the soft cup of her lacy bra. She would barely recognize it for what it was, given the era. But he had decide to give her the comfort of technology that was far ahead of her time. He wanted her sex snugly protected by clean panties, not ugly bloomers. Pushing the cup off of her soft breast, he took the tip into his meaty hands, caressing it with calloused fingers. Moving slowly, he circled away from her bountiful breasts, so that his mouth would come to her panty clad sex. Running his tongue along the soft satiny fabric, he pushed it inside her of slowly, making a soft tent from his tongue akin to a tiny cock pushing inside her.
 
His moan shot straight through her, making her more eager to take more of him between her lips. Ceci swallowed him deep, not needing his guidance as she moved, taking him in, before slipping away, then eagerly accepting his length once more. The fact that she made him vocal in his appreciation and pleasure was enough to keep her going with every passing second. Her lips were firm around his hard skin, her tongue a constant caress.

She could feel his hands on her body, slipping the shoulder of her chemise off so that he came to meet with what rested beneath. Ceci didn't know the specifics of what he was touching, but when he pushed it away so that his hands were able to touch the sensitive and hard tip of her breast, she moaned against him. She wanted more, she needed more. Her body jerked against his touch, a tremor of need causing her to shake beneath his attentive hands.

His movements were slow, shifting so that he was no longer touching her breasts, but instead he positioned himself there. Where her body had been longing for his touch. When his tongue slipped along the fabric that covered her sex she almost choked, her eyes wide, and her body filled with a need she still didn't recognize. Her desperate struggle would be heard, muffled by his skin as she tried to handle the sensation of his tongue pushing within her and the feel of him wedged deep within her throat.

Cecilia was not one to give up. Despite the feeling between her legs, causing her to lose the ability to think for a moment, she strengthened her efforts to pleasure him. Her small hands curved over his body until she could wrap them around the part of his length she couldn't yet accept between her lips. Between her lips and her hands she had him covered, the stroking of her tongue and hands a combination she hoped would please him. It wasn't something she was experienced in, and a part of her was fearful that she would show her inexperience in a moment that she would regret later. The hum of pleasure in her throat would vibrate straight through through him as she kept herself wrapped tightly around his hard shaft.
 
The way she hummed along his shaft sent a shiver down his spine, and he shuddered beneath her touch. Had she inherited more from her line besides beauty and power? Her mouth felt like heaven as she took as much of him in her mouth as she was comfortable. The desire the thrust more of himself past her lips was difficult to curtail but he would this time.. For now at the very least. The thought of his shaft fully lodged in her throat sent yet another shudder through his body as he moaned once more.

As he focused on her, he continued to lick along the sating material until his tongue pushed the material aside and reached her soft petals once more. They were dripping wet, both from her climax from earlier still, and from what they were doing to one another now. Her mind may not be ready for what was to come, but her body most certainly was. Sucking the sweet sticky dew from her pussy he lapped as if his life depended on it, tongue scraping her clit gently. Then he decided to have some fun... Focusing his mind as he mouth sucked her clit, he spoke a spell against it, his tongue moving feverishly along her most sensitive place as he cast the spell and the two of them became suspended in mid air. A the same time, his body shed a second copy of himself, who in turn spooned her body, and placed his hands on her breasts from behind. His hard shaft pressed against her still panty clad ass hard, as hard as the cock in her mouth was.

The alternative Rakith bit her neck as he knew she licked, and pulled that golden haired mane of hers in his hand, making her movements on the first demon's cock more forceful, which in turn brought moans from him. Ceci was now trapped between two demon lovers, well the same one, only twice. With a tongue against her clit, sharp firm demonic teeth at her neck, and rough hands working her sensitive nipples over she was getting the full treatment. Add that she had a cock fairly deeply in her mouth and another hard cock pressing urgently against her soft ass, and it was a scene unlike either of them had ever scene before.

Pulling his lips from her clit, Rakith smiled up at her, the glisten of her dew on his lips and chin, "Enjoying this, my dove? I wanted to gift you something more than all of your ancestors.. Something that is yours and yours alone. As soon, I will be as well. And you mine. Does it still scare you?" His voice was that husky voice she seemed to like, but there was genuine warmth in it as well.
 
Ceci had already felt the intense desire that his lips and tongue had ignited in her, her body craving more by the second. The bed moved away, or as she soon realized, they lifted away from the bed, their bodies floating by the force of Rakith's magic. She didn't worry about it, letting herself be lost in his taste as she continued to pleasure him. But when she suddenly felt a second body pressed against the back of her, she tensed. Who? Or what?

Hands touched her, smoothed over her breasts, her nipples hard and sensitive. A second firm length pressed against her backside, reminding her of what she was so carefully tending to with her mouth. A sound escaped her, fear and desire fueling her movements. She had to assume it was her demon's magic that caused the second presence, so she did her best to relax into him.

Teeth sunk into her neck and she jerked, pushing closer to the teeth, while pressing her lower body closer to the Rakith she knew. She felt her hands fall away from him as she took more of Rakith's cock down her throat, finding the ability to take him deeper with each shift of her lips. The feelings that surrounded her were overwhelming and she was struggling to handle them all. Her breasts were heavy and her nipples were peaked, sending shocks of pleasure straight to her center. She would have moaned his name had she not had a mouthful of him already. Cecilia wondered if he was trying to kill her, because certainly no single person could handle so many sensations at a single time. She whimpered, muffled as she started slip away from his cock. A gasp escaped her as she released him, leaving his full length glistening in front of her while she panted.

Did the concept of being his still scare her? Yes. It was only natural. She would have been a fool to think otherwise. But did she care anymore? No. Ceci felt alive in ways she never could have imagined, and for at least the moment, she was going to enjoy it.

Instead of answering his question, Ceci licked her lips, her gazing shifting back to the engorged sex in front of her. A sparkle in her eye was all that was seen before she took him back in his entirety, fighting the urge to choke as she forced herself to except him. Her throat would hate her for it later, but she did it anyway, increasing her speed and firm set of her lips as she stroked him toward the release she assumed he'd been needing since before supper. The taste of his precum against her tongue kept her forcing him deep, knowing that she could get so much more out of him if she just kept going.

She was wedged between two bodies, both offering her pleasures beyond her wildest dreams. Ceci was beyond complaint. She just wanted to feel.
 
Rakith was shocked at the almost instant change in her. She had gone from reluctant participant to full fledged aggressor in seconds. That she managed to take him to the base of his cock into her throat sent such a moan through him that his shaft trembled violently within its snug confines. He could no longer focus on his task, and while he lapped hungrily at her, the movements were random and haphazard rather than the usual precision. His hands shook as they held her legs open and the precum started to grow more and more frequent. In moments she felt his cock starting to pulse, and then it came. A torrent of his hot cum poured from his shaft in the release as she had predicted, he'd needed for a long time. Roaring with the pleasure of the sensation, Rakith shook uncontrollably, his face buried in her pussy.

The doppelganger pulled her panties down, since he was preoccupied, and she felt the hard cock fully pressed now against the hot yet cool skin of her bare naked ass now. It wedged itself between her thighs, rubbing along her body like a snake made of hot flesh. She could feel the second Rakith take his fingers and run them through the wetness of her leaking womanhood, as he coated his fingers slowly. And then she felt something likely she never would have expected. His fingers pressing past the resistance of her puckered entry, pushing her own wetness inside her virgin ass. Despite it all, however, he was gentle in the pressure. Letting her get used to the finger before a second slippery one entered behind it. Slowly, but with that same urgent need he kissed her with, his fingers worked inside her ass to loosen her up gently. She could feel his shaft growing wetter and wetter by the moment as it rubbed along her wetness, as Rakith's mouth fell away from her pussy for the moment.

And then slowly, she felt it. The head of his cock at her puckered little rosebud. Pushing the head inside her, he went slowly. This was about pleasure, not hurting her. So gently, he pushed a little at a time inside her until she had several inches in her tight ass. The demon who was buried in her ass whispered against her neck in Rakith's husky erotic voice, "How does that feel, my dove?"
 
Despite the sudden change in rhythm that Rakith kept as he devoured her, the continuous build of pleasure didn't pause. Her toes were curling, though they had nothing to wrap around as they were. She knew her eager mouth was doing devilish things to the demon in her grasp, his exotic taste growing stronger as his cock burned between her lips. It was like a switch was suddenly flipped. Her mouth flooded with warmth. Rakith’s release shot down her throat, another new experience for the young witch. At first her body struggled to accept the explosion, the muscles in her throat rebelling as she heard his roar of pleasure.

Determination set in, and before she could choke, she swallowed. The essence that was Rakith coated her throat thickly and she continued to work her throat muscles until he was finished and clean. Her head turned to the side, releasing him so she could lick her lips and give her mouth a break.

There was no true break however, the body behind her making a move to expose her sex to his touch. She was slick with desire, his fingers soaked easily as they slid between her legs, and the simple touch made her quiver. Everything was sensitive and both of her Rakith's knew what they were doing, guiding her into unknown territories.

Ceci’s breathing was slow and wavering as she felt the thick warmth that made its way between her legs. When fingers, wet with her need, pushed past her unwilling barrier, she tensed. The sharp intake of breath was accompanied by alarm, but she quickly forced herself to relax and steady her rapidly heaving chest. He was being gentle. But what he was doing she didn't know or understand. All she knew was that it was a foreign feeling that she wasn't opposed to, causing her to lean back into the chest behind her. A second finger pulled a startled moan from her and she fought the urge to writhe.

Two sensations, his cock rubbing along the slippery fold of her womanhood, and his fingers working her in uncharted and previously forbidden territory. Ceci reached behind her, sinking her fingers into the sides of the doppelganger with a desperate grip.

Her real Rakith had pulled away, but she couldn't focus on that, not when the stretch of her stubborn bud grew much larger and she felt the slow and incredibly bizarre sensation of being filled. Ceci's lips parted and a cry slowly trickled from her with each inch that filled her, her head falling back into the demons shoulder as she became accustomed to having him so deep within her ass.

“I..I...didn't know…” She shivered against him, melting at the sound of his voice and whisper of his breath against her neck. Ceci didn't know such things were done. Never in her wildest imagination could she have predicted he would bury himself where he was, or that it would feel so incredible. She shifted against the hard length of the body behind her, which caused a shift of his cock within her. Cecilia moaned, gasping at the shock of it as it touched parts of her she didn't even know could feel.

Arousal drenched her sex as she lost herself to the erotic experience unfolding. “Rakith….” She begged. Begging for nothing, for something, for everything that she couldn't even begin to understand.
 
Rakith felt her call his name more than heard it. It was electric, that sound uttered by an impassioned woman calling her lover forth. The need in her voice, the hunger was evident in each breath. Being a demon, he had heard such things many times in his long existence. But this time was different. There was such force in her soft plea, two thousand years of longing in one simple utterance. It was as if in her craftiness, his old lover, her grandmother, had focused every woman in her line into one girl, Ceci. There was power in her words, in her simple cries of pleasure. And it shook Rakith to his core. Passion was not unknown to him, but the softer emotions of caring and love were alien. yet he knew that what he felt at that moment was somewhere between. Not quite caring or love in a traditional sense, but more than just raw passion and hunger for a human woman's body. No, Ceci was different to him already, and he'd not yet taken the one virginity of her's that was important to the transfer of power.

His dark fiery eyes watched as his second body thrust his cock deep into her once virgin bottom, plundering a part of her body that prior to that moment had never entered her mind as a pleasure center. Rakith moaned in pleasure, feeling every movement of his twins inside the tight passage. This was how he was going to guide her through the transfer, by being on either side of her, buried twice into her body, so that she was anchored to him, through him. It would lend his power to her own for control, and if he was right, the two combined would be unstoppable. Her grandmother had been a clever witch, and a cunning woman. She had hedged her bets with her granddaughter. Skipping the generation in between them had been brilliant. And what the future for the two of them would bring was impossible to know. But he knew that their fates were interlinked.

Despite feeling the pleasure and passion from his second body, he craved to feel her in both sets of his arms at once. Floating up to her gently, he lifted her legs up to allow him to slide between her thighs. She was no pinned between two men, of course they were both him, but that didn't really matter. To her it would feel like two men. He could feel his twin's shaft as it thrust into her ass through the way her body shook and arched in pleasure. As they moved to straddle her, the man inside her already stopped, allowing her to sense her lodged deep with her previously unexplored most private passage. Now it was his turn, her Rakith as it were, the man she had given the wonderful oral pleasure to. Running his hard shaft along her womanhood, the time had come to take her last virginity. This would be the one that mattered, and when he came in her, the transfer would take place for the power was in his seed. His arms wrapped around her legs as he held her between them, and his hard cock was poised at her burning pussy. The head was already pressed between her lips, but holding waiting. "Ceci, I am here. When we climax, or more specifically, when my seed enters your womb, the power will transfer to you. But with me inside you twice, I should be able to anchor you to me." His voice was soft yet filled with he hunger and heat she knew he felt.

And with that, his shaft moved inside her slowly, filling her as before a little at a time. He was taking it slowly, being that full of cock could hurt her, after all the only thing separating his two cocks inside her was a thin membrane. So he went as delicately as he could not to hurt his prize. She was his treasure, and would be for all time. But at the same time, he would be bound to her for the same period of time. Once he was fully inside her, he waited to let her get the sensation of fullness under control.

Then after a moment, he began. The intricate dance of two lovers thrusting firmly into her soft and yielding body, the heat so intense that steam wafted from his shoulders. Grunting as he did so, his shaft thrust fully inside her, and with that, she was no longer a virgin of any sort. He had claimed them all in one night, wanting her to have a beautiful memory. Something to hold her to him, to this place, to her world. To give her the control she needed. But there was also something else under it all as well.. If she ever had any doubts that she was his, wholly, they likely were gone at this point. Whispering into her ear, he reminded her of it huskily, "Who do you belong to, Ceci?"
 
The night had started off filled with terror and a stubborn need to rebel against the demon that owned her body and soul. Cecilia had wanted nothing to do with him or what she believed were his lies. She had feared him in more than one way, but everything had changed over the course of a few hours. While her introduction to pleasure hadn't been exactly willing, she had ended up falling into the role well. It had left her desiring more. But still she had wanted to avoid him and discover a way out of his lies. Only to find out that they weren't lies at all. Rakith and Ceci were bound together by something more powerful than she had realized earlier, but one touch from her demon lover sent her soaring closer to an understanding of what they could and would hold between them.

The constant movement behind her had her struggling to maintain a semblance of control, her chest pushed forward as her lungs expanded to accommodate her need for more oxygen. She didn't think she could handle anything else, but she was begging for more. A shy thread of embarrassment slipped through her mind, making her cheeks flush as she saw Rakith in front of her, settling himself between her legs. Her eyes were foggy with lust as she gazed down the full length of him, knowing the same body somehow pleasured her from behind. Ceci focused on the Rakith in front of her as she felt each thrust of his double, her body arching and her cries desperate as she was pushed further. Until it stopped. Movements stilled and she groaned, eyes rolling as she felt the full length of him wedged deep in her. Forcing herself to focus she tried to control her panting as she looked at Rakith.

Her Rakith slid along her slick center, making her shiver. He intended to pierce her from both sides, something she realized with a sharp intake of air. Already she could feel the thick head of his erection press between her heated lips. "Rakith..." She whispered, body shaking from fear of the unknown. He was explaining the exchange of power and she knew that when the time came she'd need him to help her through it, but it all seemed so overwhelming to her. She had to trust him. He'd help her. Her eyes were a mixture of emotions as she stared into his dark fiery ones. Fear, longing and desire battled with her for dominance. Her grandmother had trusted him. She would want her to trust him. But as she remained frozen between her demon, she realized she already did. She already did trust him, at least to a certain extent. Otherwise she would never have stopped fighting.

The witch writhed, crying out at the shift of pressure behind her, reminding her of what was still going to continue. "I trust you..." She admitted out loud, a whisper that he would hear. She said it only seconds before his shaft pushed inside of her, her virgin folds trying to reject him at first. He was careful and slow, even when he broke her virgin barrier, making her tense with shock and slight pain. She felt fuller than she could have imagined, and it made her short of breath, her hands desperate to grab onto him as she struggled with her body's reaction. Ceci made a soft sound, expressing how overwhelming it all was, but her voice was tainted with the pleasure that every second brought her. She didn't know what she would do when he actually moved. And then he did.

She was made for him. Her body responded perfectly to every touch and sound he offered. And he was made for her in some way, created to test her and infuriate her, while making her fall apart in his arms. There was no denying that she belonged beside Rakith, no matter what her stubborn side had to say about it. She couldn't lie to herself anymore. As if reading her mind, she heard him whisper, his voice adding to the pleasure she felt. Who do you belong to, Ceci? A low moan left her as she shook between his bodies, her eyes unfocused. "You...." She gasped, body molded to their synchronized movements, "I belong to you...." She couldn't stay still, her hips rolling as she let them fill her. It was hard to remember to breath, her moans becoming breathless as she felt the impossible pressure build inside of her.

The intensity made her almost delirious. She didn't know what was up and what was down. Rakith was so close, his lips lingering near her ear from his whispered inquiry. Ceci turned her head, drawing his lips to her own for a passionate kiss. Gentle teeth and an inquisitive tongue searched and tugged, drawing every sensation she could from him. Her hands traveled up his chest, nails digging into his flesh as she felt each thrust slick with her heated arousal. There was little more she could do, stuck between them as she was. She knew that the impending orgasm was going to rip her apart inside, something she was nervous and excited about. She had eternity to spend with Rakith and the thought made her insides clench, moaning into his mouth before she pulled away. Her body had molded around him on both sides, keeping him clutched tight as he thrust, the pressure around his cocks never easing. She realized she wanted to be filled with his seed, to truly be marked by him, with or without the power. But the power would come and she would have no choice in the matter.
 
The passion in the air was palpable. Her cottage was filled with the heady scent of sex, her musk, sweat, and the still smoldering candles from the summons hours ago now. Yet hearing her words reverberated in Rakith's soul, his very being. You.... I belong to you... The way she said it, it was obvious that she would be regardless of what happened from here on out. She wanted to be his. That was something... new... for him. Even with her grandmother, she had been reluctant to accept that fact. No while they had cared for one another in an odd sort of way, it was very clear she was doing the best she could to use him, and vice versa. Ceci had just told him in no uncertain terms that she wanted him unconditionally. And that made him feel more alive than he could ever remember feeling. The surge of energy through him was palpable and he shuddered under the power of her soft whispered words of need. The feel of her nails in his flesh only added to the joy.

"Ceci," he moaned against her mouth as she kissed him hungrily. It was nearly the last thing he expected, the first had been her taking him into her throat without any prodding on his part. But he held her tightly now, as the moment was fast approaching. He could feel it building, the air around them swirled with the magic that was about to move from his body to hers. Sparks roiled in the air and the wind picked up. The storm was forming, and soon it would overwhelm them. But he was there, for her, for him, for them. He would not let her destroy anything she valued.. Since now he realized, he was among those things. That he would after everything she had learned that day, everything he had done to her... was mind blowing. Truly.

The duplicate was the first to climax, pulling out of her ass and covering the soft pale cheeks with globs of his hot cum. Rakith was never one to cum inside a woman's ass. It could be uncomfortable he suspected. But the duplicate did not pull away. He held her in place for the real demon to drive into hard now the wasn't having to worry about two rhythms. Rakith was building to his own climax, and fast. It had been saving up all day, despite her delicious skills with her mouth and the amazing load he had given her. No, this was different. One day, not today he hoped, this would give her a child: their child. Something they would build together. And as these confusing thoughts filled his head, he roared in pleasure and passion as his scalding hot seed erupted inside her like that volcano centuries past. The energy of the room coalesced in her then, and Rakith and his duplicate clung to her desperately, even as he continued to empty himself inside her virgin womb.
 
The air around them was heavy, and even in her blissed out state she could feel the difference. She could feel the change that was brewing around them. Images of her little cottage burnt to the ground and the forest around her flattened tried to worm their way into the forefront of her mind, but she forced them back. She wouldn't lose control. She would stay grounded, she had to. Rakith told her she could do it, and he was there to keep her from destroying everything. Her legs wrapped around his body, clinging to him as she continued to be pushed and pulled by the two strong bodies.

She felt a loss behind her suddenly, the double pulling out of her and covering her pale smooth skin with the heat of his cum. It had been a shocking feeling to be so full and then empty, but it had caused a bolt of pleasure to shoot to her core. When Rakith stole back her attention, increasing the power and intensity of each thrust, she gave into him willingly. Her legs tightened to hold him against her, her body clinging to him with every thrust of his hips. Ceci forced herself to moved with him, meeting each thrust with a tilt of her hips, driving him deep to the point where she feared they were edging on pain. But she didn't care, she wanted all of it. Everything he could give her.

The room was becoming suffocating. It was when she heard his roar that she felt her body clench. The moment his seed entered her womb, she met her climax with a scream, her body exploding around him and holding him in a vice grip as she pulsed around his manhood. A sob escaped her as she let the waves of pleasure crash over her in never-ending waves. Happy, she reminded herself silently. She needed to hold onto something, a thought, a memory, anything to stop her from losing control. Still wracked by the power of her orgasm, she felt the energy from the room. So thick that it was visible. It came to her, and she screamed, afraid immediately even as she felt the two bodies around her clinging to her for support. In a way the magic played off of her orgasm, intensifying it to the point of causing tears in her eyes. She didn't see anything anymore, the world seemed to be blacked out. All she could do was feel.

The magic, bright like flames of the fire, flowed in and out of her, as if to explore the vessel that it would now reside in. Just as Rakith had warned her, it split off in all directions, burning her from the inside out and taunting her. Taunting her and threatening to escape. To burn down and destroy everything that mattered to her. Her arms were wrapped tightly around Rakith's body as she writhed from the combination of magic and sex. She was going to die. It was surely going to kill her before it settled. The room remained engulfed in the flame of magic, shaking the very foundation of the home as Ceci struggled to stay grounded. "No..." She said between gritted teeth, "Mine!" She cried out, throwing her head back with another scream. Her arms and legs fell limp from where they had been previously gripping Rakith's body, leaving her supported only by the two bodies she rested between.

A flash of magic reached out, seeking to destroy, the bed below them cracking, the window in the corner shattering. Ceci heard the beginning of chaos, she could taste it on her tongue, and she knew she had to stop it. She remembered the demon who promised to protect her, to teach her. His face was carved into her mind and she focused on in, bringing the magic into herself where it belonged. Slowly, it crept back, the light fading until it suddenly disappeared. All light in the room was gone, leaving them in total darkness as the magic settled into every crevice within Cecilia's body. She felt very much alive, every nerve ending tingling with the immense amount of magic that had just explored her and fought her. For several long moments she didn't move, or speak. It was just the rapid pounding of her heart and the flutter of her erratic breathing. Finally, she spoke in a hoarse whisper, "Can you fix the window?" The cold air was pouring into the bedroom, erasing all evidence of the heat of magic that had just filled it.
 
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