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Repercussions of a Summons Gone Awry [Sera X Procyonix]

Ceci slowly opened her eyes, staring up at Rakith as his rage filled the room. She saw the tear and it tugged at her heart, her lips parting in awe, even as the heat of his anger surrounded her. It was suffocating, but she didn't feel threatened. She should have, but she felt only the urge to calm the heat. Her gaze traveled over his glowing tattoos and she shifted, giving herself a better view even as the house around them filled with that eerie darkness. He was so angry. She regretted showing him what she did, her eyes growing regretful and sad.

Soon he calmed down, her hand lightly caressing the contours of his chest until he looked at her. The book needs to be destroyed. She jerked, eyes wide as she met his concerned gaze. Destroy the book? She wasn't sure she could. It had been years since she touched the book, but something in her told her if she couldn't destroy it before- she couldn't now. “Rakith…” She murmured softly, “It's fine….It's in the past…” A thrill went through her at the knowledge that he wanted to protect her, and her gaze though wary, was affectionate.

Ceci sat up, hesitantly shifting to throw a leg over his body so she could straddle him. The witch looked down at Rakith with a small smile, “Forget the book…” She requested. “Now you know why I'm like this...Why I don't want to leave...Why I don't want to venture out…” She was trying her best to shift the topic, to give him an explanation but to also stop conversing about the book. “I just fear finding that part of me again...I'd rather just live quietly…” There was a part of her that knew she'd eventually venture out, taking Rakith's offer to explore. But for the moment she wasn't ready. “None if that's important now…” She got an idea, her eyes brightening. “Now what does my perverted demon want to dress me in today?” Her words were soft and teasing. “More clothes from a different era of time…?” Ceci smiled.
 
Rakith wished he could focus on her body right now, he wanted to. But the book terrified him for what it represented. Demons being what they were, fought amongst themselves frequently, but rarely directly. Usually through proxies and mortals. But when a demon tied themselves to a family, as Rakith had long ago to Ceci's line, usually, those families were considered off limits. Yet here was a clear indication that one of his peers, somebody on the Demonic Council, had tried to destroy his prodigy before she had a chance to unlock her abilities with him. It even threw doubt on her parents death. Had it truly been simply villagers on a witch hunt? Or had it been a ritual murder? When he spoke, his voice was still dark and foreboding, "I wish I could forget the book, Ceci... That's the work of somebody like me. A Prince of the Demonic Council. Your family should be off limits to the politics of my kind. You are protected and it is known in the Hells... This is against everything that keeps us from destroying one another in needless warfare."

He kissed her forehead despite the anger in him, seeking to let her know he was worried about her more than the war. "Some bastard tried to kill my witch," he growled deep in his throat, "the woman I have promised to make mine and raise my child with. And that bastard shall pay... I will find him. And destroy everything and everyone he holds dear.... This I swear to you on our bond, Cecilia." He realized it was the first time he'd called her by her full name, but when making an oath that was a requirement. His hands shook with rage and fear, as he tried to hold her protectively against him, wanting nothing more than to keep her safe for the moment while he tried to think who would dare this.
 
Ceci leaned forward so she was still straddling him, but so their chests touched and she was closer to his face. Her lips were curved into a slight brooding pout, disappointed that he wouldn't let the past go. "Maybe it's just a misunderstanding..." She tried to reason with him. A kiss to her forehead shut her up for the moment, his growling anger making her close her eyes and tense up. "Rakith..." Ceci murmured. He vowed to take down whoever it was that had tried to harm her before, and while she was appreciative, she didn't see what the issue was. It had been nine years before, surely it was over and done. They wouldn't come back to try again, right? Maybe there had been a mistake and it was fixed?

She didn't say anything as he held her close against him, but she could feel the shaking in his hands. Ceci didn't want him like this, it made her nervous, not knowing what he was going to do next. Her mind wandered to where she had buried the book, trying to tell herself that if she just gave it over he would be better. No. I can't. I can't give up the book.. A voice snapped in the depths of her mind. Ceci frowned, unsure why she had such different opinions at war with each other. Give Rakith the book. It would make him better, put him at ease. Ceci leaned forward more, pressing a soft kiss to the edge of Rakith's jaw, "Alright, my demon prince..." Her words were gentle, an attempt to soothe him for the time being. He had been kind to her when she was in a panic, she could return the favor and be decent as well. She owed him at least that. She batted at him softly with her hands, untangling herself from him and jumping off the bed. She found a thin white shift dress and her red hooded cloak from among her clothes, slipping them on in a hurry. "Up you go..."

Ceci turned on her heel and headed out of the bedroom, leaving Rakith to choose whether he was going to follow or continue his silent raging. She found her shoes and was ready to slip them on when she saw the light coating of snow outside. Instead she grabbed her boots and slipped them on, pulling the hood over her head, and stomped out into the cold. She remembered exactly where she had buried the book, it was carved into her memory as if she had only just done it. She blocked everything else out around her as she walked, her cloak wrapped tightly around her as she swerved in between tall trees and fat shrubberies. Ceci wasn't even aware of Rakith, if he had followed her or not, her focus was suddenly zeroed in on the book she was quickly closing in on. The book that she knew still called to her, even hidden away as it was. It had been a long time since she had thought about it, but now that she was, she wanted to run her fingers over the pages...

She stopped cold in her tracks, shaking her head and wrapping her arms around her shoulders. "No..." She murmured in panic. "I-I can't...I can't do it..." Ceci took several deep breaths, closing her eyes and trying to calm herself down. She hadn't even uncovered it and it was messing with her. It was bad news, and she did need to get it to Rakith. He would fix everything. Ceci started walking again, finding an area in the center of a small circle of trees. "Here..." She announced, sinking to her knees in the center. A whisper of a spell left her lips, a simple one, something that required hardly any magic, but the dirt and snow in front of her was quickly shifted, leaving an empty hole in front of her.

Empty.

Ceci cried out in sudden panic. The book was gone.
 
Rakith was concerned. That she had sought to keep this from him could easily have just been nothing. But the facts were, he could feel the power of the other demon from the memory. That meant it was somebody powerful. There were not many demons it could be, only three came to mind off the top of his head. But when Ceci got up to show him, he quickly followed behind her. The further from the house they went into the snow, the more he could feel Ceci slipping from him, their bond felt weaker here. He could feel the filth of what had happened here years before, the desecration of the land from the book. Once they got close, he should sense it he knew. But while the corruption was everywhere, he couldn't sense an actual item.

When she stopped and revealed the empty hole, Rakith's dark eyes flared. That was why he couldn't feel it. It had been removed. That did not bode well, that the book had such a hold on her, and was not physically present. It sent a cold glacial spike down his spine. That narrowed the field to two. There were only two demons that he knew of with the power and the guile for this, not to mention the willingness to start a war.

Moving to her side as she knelt at the empty hole, he helped her to her feet. "This is," he said softly, "as I feared. We face one of two very powerful foes." Wrapping his cloak around her, he guided her back into the house. "I will need access to your memories again, if you are willing. To see if there are any signs present in your latent memory that will help me identify our adversary. So long as they know us and we don't know them, we are in grave danger, my dove." Despite the gripping claw of ice around his black heart, Rakith remained in control before her, he didn't her to see just how afraid he was.
 
How could the hole be empty? Ceci stared in utter disbelief, her mouth slightly opened as she gazed down at the empty hole. "B-but..this is where it's supposed to be...." She stumbled over her words in a rush. She was so focused on what was in front of her, she didn't notice Rakith until he touched her, causing her to jump in fright. For a moment she stared at him, seeing him, but not recognizing him. Ceci was too stunned. "I...don't understand..." She murmured softly to herself. Rakith's voice broke through her daze, the clarity in her gaze growing stronger the longer he spoke.

As they headed back to the cottage, Ceci shivered. Rakith said they were in danger until they found out who exactly was their adversary. She was quiet on most of the journey back, but when the cottage came into view, she stopped. "Rakith..." Ceci said his name quietly, her eyes wide as she turned to him. His cloak was heavy and warm over her shoulders, bringing her additional comfort both emotionally and physically. "I don't understand...I can feel it..." She urged, her voice strained, "It's here....it's somewhere...It has to be...." A shaky breath left her, her gaze shifting as spoke, "I can feel it pulling me..."

Ceci knew without a doubt that she needed to do whatever was needed to help Rakith. The book was dangerous, and she knew it was somewhere. It terrified her. "I've nothing to hide...." Ceci assured him, "Dig as deeply as necessary...." She started walking again, closing the distance between them and the cottage.

When the front door opened and she entered the room, the warmth of the home wrapped around her. Their bond was strongest there, where their meeting and power exchange occurred. Where the first tendrils of trust had sprouted forth. It was in the cottage that she felt safest, and it was evident in the way her shoulders relaxed.

Ceci pulled their cloaks off, hanging them on a hook beside the door, and then slid out of her boots. Naturally, she gravitated towards the fireplace, which was emitting a strong heat she wanted to absorb into the chilled flesh of her body. "How do you plan to access my memories, Rakith?" Ceci inquired, feeling better now that she was both warming up and within the protection of their bond. "I don't know what's important for you to see...I can't direct you to anything specific..." Ceci turned, regarding him curiously as she let the fire warm her back. "I hadn't really even thought about the book until the thought of leaving here occurred to me..." She admitted. The fear that clutched her chest when she thought about leaving her cottage a little forest, could it be fear that wasn't even her own? Was it a trick to keep her from wandering off? "Do you think they know? That you're here now?"
 
It was even worse than he feared. The book was pulling at her, trying o draw her to her doom. That even with him so close to her, and the two of them bonded, it could still affect he like that was not something to be taken lightly. While she warmed up by the fire, he was busy with a more important task. Taking a knife from her kitchen, he sliced his palm open so that the dark red black blood oozed from the wound. Making fist, and casting words of power in the language of the Demons, he traced the entire footprint of the cabin. Drops of his blood made an uninterrupted line outlining the entire house.

Once the line was closed, finishing the outer layer of defenses, he moved to Ceci by the fire, who by now was done talking. Whispering the last of the words as his hand touched her forehead once more, his tattoos flared with dark magic. She would feel the burning of his blood, which while it burned would leave no mark on her that could be seen, though her innate knowledge of magic would sense that he had left an unseen magical mark upon her. Demons practiced three different forms of magic, primarily: blood, chaos, and fire. Of the three, fire got the most attention for being flashy. But Blood Magic was where Rakith was strongest. This was rare in a demon, for Blood Magic was usually associated with sacrificing oneself for another. Yet, he had found a way to work the magic and do so powerfully. And that reason was all around him. He had bound himself to a family of witches. A long line of them, the latest and most powerful of whom sat before him now. That sacrifice of his freedom had made his blood magic something feared in the circles of his peers. As the wound on his hand healed from the flame of his tattoos, he looked at her with those dark eyes, "They do now..." he said simply.

Sitting down next to her, he smiled warmly, though she would see that the ritual had taken its toll on his vitality. "I have warded the house and you specifically. No magic of demonic origin can cross that line without my permission. You should feel the pull of the book substantially diminished, if not gone completely. By nightfall at the latest."

Grinning slightly, he said, "We will have to wait on the memories for the moment, I need energy... and the closest source of it is you and that beautiful bed of yours... Your passion sustains me, feeds me. By giving you pleasure, I return my power to me, and so I guess, it's perverted Demon Prince time..." His smile was far weaker than he hoped would show, for he had given much of himself for that spell. But he had found he desired to protect her. Not for any reason other than she was his, and he would be damned if anyone would get between them. The thought that he was also already slowly becoming hers was not something he yet would admit.
 
Ceci rubbed her arms, paying little attention to Rakith and what he was doing. She did feel the sudden pulse of power around the house, the tendrils of magic stretching out to make a barrier between them and what lurked outside. When she turned to see him, a gentle brush of his finger touched her fingertip, drawing a gasp from her lips. Upon her forehead she felt the burning liquid that she soon realized was his blood and it took her breath away. She could feel his magic wrap around her, dulling her growing obsession on the book. It gave her more clarity to focus on.

His magic had become a ward, a powerful ward to protect them from the effects of their unseen enemy. It worried Ceci that Rakith was going to such lengths for protection. But it eased her nerves to know that she was safer within the walls of her home. Her gaze shifted over his body, seeing the exhaustion in his eyes as he explained what he needed. No, what he wanted, because she knew that was true as well. Rakith was still protecting her, as he said he always would. With a twitch of her lips, she slowly smiled, "Perverted Demon Prince..." Ceci mumbled, lifting a hand to brush an eyelash from his cheek. "I suppose we have to get you fed..." Her tone became teased, though her heart was rapidly lodging itself in her throat, her nervousness growing and battling with anticipation.

Cecilia stood to her feet, grasping his hands as she did so and pulling him up as well. Releasing his hands, she grasped the edges of her thin white shift dress, pulling it over her head in a fluid movements that left her bare to his viewing pleasure. While she was still fighting with the morals of being tied to a demon for the rest of her days, she couldn't fight what she did know. She enjoyed what Rakith did to her, and she enjoyed knowing that she could effect him in the same way. It made her feel powerful and in control when she could pull a roar of blissful ecstasy from his lips. "Come, my Prince...." Ceci purred, turning slowly and boldly to walk away, leaving him with a perfect view as her hips swung with each step. Thankfully she was facing forward because her cheeks were aflame with embarrassment and shame. To think she was acting like she was- it was mortifying to her.

So she continued the steps to the bedroom, willing the color in her cheeks to fade before Rakith saw she wasn't as confident as she was pretending to be.
 
The tender and intimate touch of her fingers against his cheek was enough to awaken his manhood. The sheer intimacy of the act was shockingly erotic to him. Rakith watched her as she removed the thin material hiding her body from his tired yet expectant eyes. And soon the full beauty of her beautiful and supple body was once more before him, and it got a stirring in his loins. How could it not? This was his lover, the woman he was fated to spend the rest of time with. And she was ready to be his. As she sashayed away from him, while he knew her confidence was razor thin as her embarrassment gave him sustenance, it was alluring to see. Her words still echoed in his mind as he watched the enjoyable show... my prince. She was right, of course. The line between which of them was in control was blurry at times. True she hadn't been able to bind him as she had meant to, but that was partially because he had been bound to her since the moment she first entered the world. He had felt her birth all the way in his stronghold in Hell. All these years he had denied the truth, that he was bound no longer to an entire family, but to a single woman once more. But this time, it would be different, in a way wouldn't it? The bind to her would be stronger and permanent. Even if it continued to pass into her descendants, which wasn't a certainty as he wasn't certain that if he kept her spirit in a human body after her passing, if the gift would be passable any longer. Not that it mattered really to him. He didn't need to sleep with her descendants so long as she was in his life. She was everything he wanted in a lover.

Since she had pulled him to his feet, following her was easy even as tired as he was. Though the flow of energy from her continued embarrassment was giving him energy, it would take a more intense emotion to return the amount of energy he had spent. As they entered her bedroom, the memories of her awakening came rushing back to him, the intensity of her passion, her hunger and need. The echoes of that passion still swirled in the room even now, as they were clear as day to his eyes. That he had aroused her so intensely, made her feel such pleasure made him smile with pride. Why was that? He was an immortal demon who had been servicing her family alone, for two thousand years. Not to mention that he had at various times in his long existence serviced countless other women. So that he was able to excite her should have been a given, nothing to feel pride over, yet he did. The binding between them apparently was stronger than he had expected. Either that, or the intensity of his concern for her safety was making him weak in other ways besides physical. A demon was incapable of love. Of true affection. It was a tool they used to get mortals to do their bidding. Yet, there was no denying it. He felt something for her that he shouldn't be able to. And the most concerning part was, he didn't mind it. It was a warm blanket to cover him when he was lonely. She gave him strength just by being around him. That revelation was stunning to him. Yet the energy he fed on from her was more potent than it should be he knew.

Taking he in his arms as the reached the bedroom, he kissed her neck softly, using his teeth to scrape her pristine skin gently. After several of these sweet tender kisses, he bit her neck with enough force to bruise her delicate skin. He was marking her he realized, and that aroused him even more. "I am your prince, my dove, just as you are my witch. You make me... feel... which is something I don't do really. i am a demon... terror incarnate. Yet with you, I am gentle and tender, even when I am rough with your body. It is a very... unsettling, yet pleasant feeling."

Pushing her down onto her bed face down, he moved to lay atop her. Lifting her hair up, he trailed kisses from one shoulder to the other along her neck, though they were harder and far more possessive that the sweet ones before the bite. With her beautiful long tresses in his hand already, he turned them until they were a nice twisted grip and he pulled her head backwards against him as he kissed the front of her neck now. She had shown him intimacy, and he wanted to give it back, though how was not something he truly knew. Normally, it wasn't in his nature, something he knew much about other than to sense it. Yet now he felt in stirring in his body, the desire to make her feel what he had from her simple touch moments earlier.
 
When she reached the bedroom, her steps stilled, and she waited while the anticipation slowly grew in her body. She felt him coming up behind her, but it wasn't until he touched her that her body reacted. A warmth spread through her at his presence behind her. The kisses took her breath away, immediately causing her to lean back into his body. Teeth caused her to shiver and goosebumps to rise over her sensitive skin, but when he bit down she cried out with surprised delight. Her nipples peaked from the sudden shock of desire that shot through her. The bruising force was like lightning through her and left her yearning for more. "Rakith..." She gasped.

His voice, a voice she knew was going to constantly cause trouble for her sanity, was in her ear. The things he said had her coming undone. She made him feel. The mighty demon was just as effected by her as she was by him. It was a delightful thought, but one that brought her such a sense of peace and comfort. The thought of belonging to someone with whom she couldn't engage like Rakith, it would have been terrifying. He could be scary, but he didn't threaten her. He was honest and trusting in a way she never could have imagined.

The realization of what he was saying shocked her, but she didn't have much time to think it over before she was pushed down into the bed. Her face smoothed along the blankets for a moment before his lips trailed along her shoulders and neck, a possessive force to them. She realized she liked it. The extra bit of force he was pushing through his touch increased her need to have him. Even when he gathered her hair and used it to pull her head back, she was basking in the growing intensity of their bond. She knew in the recesses of her mind that his actions were possessive, but she didn't really care. She wanted to be possessed by him. Only him. The other demons and enemies be damned, she only wanted the demon that was slowly warping her mind. She pressed her body against the growing bulge at her back, rolling her hips to cause a continuous friction against his erection. "I want you to feel everything, Rakith..." Ceci breathed softly, her voice shaking as her eyes settled half-open. Her body tingled, her desire evident from the flush in her cheeks and the slick warmth between her legs.

Her hands reached behind her, trying to coax him to her in a way where she could touch him more easily. She needed to feel him, to see him, but she could only see so much with him behind her as he was. A soft whimper left her lips and she pulled against his grip on her hair, yearning for the taste of his tongue and lips against her mouth. She didn't even care that her pulling caused her scalp to burn with the beginnings of pain. "Kiss me....Damn it..." She begged, her eyes flashing open to reveal a fire that only he could put out.
 
Her reactions were just as he hoped, even more than he had honestly. She lit up under his touch like dry kindling to an open flame, and that fire was in her eyes as she begged for his kiss. Between that and how she ground herself against his hardening shaft he was as hard as steel and so ready for her. But he wasn't done with her and the growing need in her. He loved the sound of her breathy voice as she begged him. Realizing he wanted to hear more, he kept teasing her with increasingly hotter kisses everywhere but her lips: her neck, shoulder, earlobes and cheek. "I love hearing you beg, Ceci. More!" His voice grew louder and huskier by the end. Fluidly, he had moved from teasing romantic to demanding dominant. While it suited his personality better, he also knew that it was partially his way of justifying the growing emotional tie to her that he was not willing to admit to himself. His free hand took hers in his, gathering both of her hands before pressing them up and over her her head. With a simple thought, her discarded gown flew into the room and tied her hands together to a bed post. She was now totally at his mercy. "Tell me what you need, what you hunger for.... Beg for me...my witch...Your Prince commands you..." his voice was almost booming now, filled with the desire he felt and the thrill of dominating her.

Moving slowly from her body, he let her think he had left her even if he had just moved enough away to break skin contact. He would tease her some more. The powerful hunger within her fed him like nothing else could. Why didn't demons think of this? Fear was delicious, yes, but this... This was a feast. When he touched her next, it was his hand slapping he bare ass in a firm if gentle spanking. With each slap of his palm against her sweet ass cheeks, his fingers strayed a little south to find her damp womanhood, teasing her more. He wanted her need to be overwhelming before he quenched it.

Again and again he spanked her, a little harder each time. After the tenth slap, he stopped for a moment, admiring the bright red hue of her ass. Then he kissed the cheeks softly covering them with the soft demanding kisses her neck had enjoy not long ago. Sliding down her body, he parted her ass cheeks and licked from her pucker to her clit in one long continuous stream of kisses and tongue lashings. By the time he got to her clit, he could feel the heat radiating from her needy and drenched womanhood.
 
Every kiss seared her skin, making her groan in frustration. He wanted her to beg. She wanted those infuriating lips, she needed them. She snapped her mouth shut, her teeth making a clacking noise as they closed so quickly. She wasn't ready to beg. She wouldn't. But her body pulsed as her arms were raised above her head, hands tied and then so easily secured to the bed post. Her heart had hammered it's way into her throat, causing her to choke out a gasp. It should have been terrifying, but she'd already accepted the fact that she trusted him. But it took away her ability to touch him freely. It took away her control. Ceci groaned out her irritation. "Damn you..." Her whisper was barely heard, his loud and dominating voice overwhelming her. Beg for me...my witch.. Ceci bit her tongue, holding back the cry of disappointment when his body left hers. The seconds ticked by, the only sound being her uneven breathing and the rush of blood in her ears. "Ra-..." His palm met the smooth skin of her ass, pulling a yelp from her.

Those fingers. Those damn fingers. She squirmed against her bindings, desperate to get some control in the situation as his hand came down again, sweeping over her slick sex before coming back up for another firm smack. It wouldn't end. She was panting, still refusing to beg him, but she couldn't hold back the occasional gasp or muffled moan. The sting of his hand as it met her ass was addicting, her body anticipating each smack as it came. She didn't know why she was playing the game. Ceci knew what he wanted, but she was stubbornly holding out until she couldn't any longer. Was it because she desired the teasing? That she enjoyed the pleasant torture that he was delivering to her? Or was it because she knew somewhere inside that he was enjoying the game they played as well?

Her skin burned and she didn't need to see it to know it was red. Ceci's gasps were ragged, her need becoming stronger with every passing touch he offered her. Lips replaced the sharp sting of his hand, making her whimper at the sudden change. "Rakith..." She moaned his name, her body tensing when he parted her cheeks and tortured her with the sensation of his tongue. By the time she felt him flick over her clit, she was shaking, her wrists aching from the desperate way she pulled at her restraints. "Yes..." Ceci hissed, pressing against the lips and tongue that coasted over her. "I need you..." She whispered, her voice hoarse with it's desperation. "Please..Rakith..." Her arms were growing tired and she stopped pulling for a moment. "Please...I want...I need..." Ceci was struggling with it. Her face twisted into an expression of confusion and frustration. What did she want? What did she need? Memories of the night before flashed into her mind and she tensed up, thinking about the way he touched her with his lips, tongue, and hands. The way his tongue had so skillfully worked her to her first orgasm. A shudder wracked her body.

"Please...." She whispered, pulling on the fabric around her wrists again, the ache just fueling her need more. "I want you to devour me again...I need that...Like you did...the first time..." It was difficult for her to verbalize what she wanted, her embarrassment and inexperience strong as she fought with what she wanted. She wanted it all.
 
Rakith loved watching her squirm and test his bonds of her arms. Likely as not, she would find herself in similar situations more than just this once. A little bondage always added just the right amount of spice to a healthy sexual relationship he found. They had a lot of time to explore one another's desires and likes of course. But for the moment, she had told him one of hers. Not surprising, he knew, but still. Oral sex was something he enjoyed, both giving and receiving. There was nothing quite like feeling a woman literally melt beneath your tongue and lips.

"That's a good little witch," he teased her in his husky forceful voice, "I love a woman who does as she is told." His mouth between her legs already, he pushed them apart a little further before moving her up to her knees so her ass was nicely raised for him. Kissing her cheeks once more, he moved ever so slowly to her desire. Once there, she was soaked he realized with a great deal of pride. Flicking his tongue along her already engorged clit, he teased it for a minute or two before bringing his teeth to it. Sucking her hard, he pushed his tongue into her like a miniature cock, thrusting into her to coax more of her sweet nectar to his mouth. Every time he felt her growing close to orgasm, he would slow down and back off to keep her wanting. Orgasm denial was such a fun game to play, and would wrap her around his finger even more, something he looked forward to very much.

Finally, when he felt she could take no more, he added two fingers to the effort on her clit and pushed her furiously over the top, as he sucked every bit of her dew that she would share with his hungry mouth. She had been a good girl, and dealt with everything he'd asked of her, and deserved her just reward.
 
"Yes...." She hissed under her breath, her body moving as Rakith guided with the hope that he was finally going to give her exactly what she wanted. A violent shudder shot through her when his tongue met her clit, the teasing strokes making her moan. It wasn't enough. He was still just teasing her. "Rakith!" She begged, her fingers curling with the urge to scratch something. There it is..., her thoughts turned to mush as he pulled her between his lips and suckled intensely. The pressure was perfect. Each thrust of his tongue into her heated depths pulled a string of needy moans from her lips, "Yes, Rakith. Please....don't...." She gasped, losing her thoughts as a rather delicious jolt of pleasure hit her, "Don't stop..." But he was torturing her.

Every time she reached the peak of pleasure, so ready to tumble down into a mind blowing orgasm, he pulled it away from her. She wanted to scream, her teeth clenched as she fought to get back what she needed so badly. "Please..." Ceci panted, her cheeks and chest flushed with her desire. Again he would work her close to the edge, and then pull away. She did scream then, a frustrated yell that both showcased the intensity of her desire and the need he had cultivated within her. Eventually it seemed he was finished with his games. She was a mess of bundled up sexual frustration, her body tense and ready to explode if he would just let her.

The extra stimulation from his fingers and the effort of his skillful mouth gave her exactly what she needed. It didn't appear that he was going to rip away her release this time and her body soared at the knowledge. "Rakith..." Her tone was filled with a delicious panic, knowing that her orgasm was coming, "Yes..." She was breathing rapidly, her body unable to hold still as she rushed towards her undoing. Her body just naturally pushed as close to his touch as it could, anything to get the extra bit of stimulation. It only took a second longer, the pressure reaching the point of no return, and she burst. Ceci's body jerked, a scream of blissful ecstasy filling the bedroom as pleasure pulsed through her, taking away any ability to speak or breathe.

She came so powerfully, more than she ever thought possible due to the continued denial that he taunted her with. The end result had been well worth the torture, that much she was certain of. As her release dripped from her still sensitive sex, she felt almost light headed from the intensity of what she had just felt. It took time for her to try and learn how to breathe again. When she thought she could, she looked over her shoulder, her legs shaking from her kneeling position, "Rakith...please...let me touch you..." Ceci's eyes were filled with longing as she tugged on the fabric around her wrists. "I need that..." She tried to use his demand to tell him what she wanted a second time. "That's what I want...what I need...I want to taste you..."
 
The power of her orgasm was as intense as Rakith could imagine. She made the entire bed shake with the power of her climax. The energy she gave him with that, nearly returned him to full strength he was surprised to learn. The desperation and need in her voice echoed inside him, lighting his own flames of need and hunger ever more than it was already. Moving to his knees, he rubbed his painfully hard shaft against her soft lush ass. Allowing to go where it was meant to go, it followed the curve of her cheeks to the cleft between her thighs, where he coated it with her dew from her potent climax. Once it was thoroughly coated, he moved away from her.

His hands untied hers slowly and then he pulled her back once they were free. Holding her against his chest, she would feel the hard wetness pressed against her thighs, inches from her wanting sex. His kiss was deep and potent before he released her to allow he to face him. "I am pleased to hear you tell me your needs, my dove," his voice deep and huskier than ever. "You took every bit of torture I gave you beautifully. You truly are a remarkable young woman," he told her with that dark fiery gaze of his. That he was truly proud of her was evident. Only a day ago, she had been a virgin used to living alone, and she had quickly taken to having a demonic lover living with her. His fingers cupped her cheek as they faced one another at last, his warm smile reinforcing the strength of what he felt for her already.
 
Ceci whimpered softly when she felt his sex press against her, fearful she wasn't going to get her wish to touch and see him. But Heaven and Hell it felt good, making her writhe against him. The sensation was distracting, until he untied her hands, snatching her attention again as he pulled her back. His kiss was everything she had wanted and more, shooting bliss straight down to her toes. It made her want to please him, to give him exactly what he gave her. The tenderness with which he cupped her cheek was surprising and it made her heart skip, her eyes bright with affection. "My turn..." Ceci whispered, her emotions a buzz in her head, pushed away to deal with later as she focused on the now.

They were facing each other at last, and she leaned forward to kiss his chest, tracing the tattoos on his chest with her tongue. "I want you to relax...." The witch breathed against his skin, her orgasm fueling her with bold confidence. Her small hands coaxed him backwards, pressing him into the pillows at the head of the bed. Caresses smoothed down his body, her eyes lifting to watch him as she worked her way down from his chest to the sex poised perfectly between his legs. "You've opened my eyes, Rakith..." Ceci murmured, lips teasingly close to the prize still coated with her essence. She avoided the straining length, choosing to litter his thighs with kisses before settling in more comfortably between his legs. "I told you I wanted you to feel everything..." Ceci purred, "We can start here...."

Her hands smoothed up his thighs until they came to grip the base of his shaft. She applied pressure, enjoying the burning heat that seemed to radiate from his sex. A small pink tongue parted her mouth, licking along her lower lip as she gazed at him in his entirety. "This is what I want..." She said with a stroke of her hands, wrapped firmly around him as they rose, her thumb brushing along the sensitive head of his length. It was hers, she realized. It was always meant to be. And it always would be. Nothing could change that. Her fate sealed, her lips lowered, wrapping around just the tip of him. A wet tongue teased and swirled around him, tasting the flavor of her release and then the exotic taste of his own excitement. As she pulled more of him within the cavern that was her mouth, her hands shifted down, continuing the firm and constant pressure so that no part of him was left untouched. She didn't know how it had so quickly become one of her favorite things. Perhaps because it made her feel like she was in control. That she had the power to overwhelm him instead of the reverse.

Ceci had to work slow, knowing the only way to take him as deeply as she wanted was to inch her way down and let her body get used to the stretch of her mouth and the pressure on her throat. But it was worth every second. She thoroughly enjoyed swallowing him down, her eyes shifting to hold his gaze, so he would see the fire in them. He would know exactly how tasting him made her feel.
 
Rakith grinned at her as she pushed him down onto the bed. His little witch wasn't entirely submissive after all. The thought made him happy. If she were entirely so, their lives together would get dull too fast. There needed to be the spark and difference in their lives to keep them both excited about the future. She had clearly learned a thing or two from him and from his teasing her body as she returned the favor, teasing him in return. But it was a short tease as she took him into her mouth. And what a mouth... she was quickly becoming very skilled at oral sex. He could feel the pleasure she got from it, the hunger she had for him matched his for her. How wonderful was it to find a woman who actually enjoyed going down on a man? His experience was that most found it disgusting or a chore they did for a lover's sake. But she was doing so because it was what she wanted and enjoyed. And she would feel how that realization made his cock throb eagerly in her mouth.

The pressure she applied was delicious, glorious even as she inch by inch worked him into her tight and narrow throat. Again she had that instinctive talent he'd so rarely seen in a woman, being able to take him into her throat. His shaft was not small, rather it was thick and had a good length to it. For her to get it all in, well it was a minor miracle in his mind. But a truly welcome one he realized. Finding her hair with his hands, rather than grip it to control her movements, he stroked her hair sweetly, letting her know just how much he enjoyed her attentions. In case the low deep moans he loosed weren't enough.

As she held his gaze, he felt that surge of electricity between them, the intense need they shared for the other. Moaning still, he managed her name, "Ceci..." His voice was thick with desire and the heat she brought out in him as he told her, "You are a treasure, beyond imagining." The shaft in her throat was starting to pulse, he was growing close to his own climax, ready to coat her throat with his seed.
 
There was something overwhelming intense about maintaining eye contact during oral sex. Something that had her losing herself to the depths of his eyes. Rakith was her focus, as much as her stubborn side didn't want to believe, and she could no longer change that fact. He'd come in and torn her walls down, leaving them crumbled around her feet. But he didn't leave her to suffer the loss, he was helping her build herself back up. He was going to make her strong, and together they were both going to be strong and formidable.

His hands were gentle as they slipped across her hair, a tender action that made her heart skip and patter a little harder in her chest. It was the moans of approval he couldn't hold back that had her eagerly sucking him in. She lifted her head, slowly pulling away from him as he began to pulse between her lips. She wasn't ready for that just yet. A mischievous glimmer flashed through her eyes as she hovered above his thickness, her lips pursed and then she blew across the top of him, cool air caressing the heat of his sex. Ceci liked the way her name sounded rolling off of his tongue, she wanted more. "Say my name again..." She whispered, licking a slow trail from the base of his shaft to the very tip, swirling her tongue around him to taste his flavor. "And again...and again..." She demanded. Ceci could say nothing else because suddenly her mouth was busy- very busy.

She returned to her worship of his sex with a fierce determination, her head bobbing in a faster rhythm, lips firmly sealed around him, and her throat prepared to take everything he could offer her. Ceci hummed against the thick shaft that was pulsing in her mouth, sending jolts of vibration straight through him on purpose, pushing him that extra edge. Her eyes sent him a silent message, lose yourself...for me. Just for me.
 
So she liked hearing him moan her name did she? He chuckled softly, of course she would. Why wouldn't she? He loved hearing it when she did it, why would it not be true in reverse? Nor would he disappoint her, as he realized, he enjoyed it too. "Ceci," he whispered huskily. "My sweet little dove, my witch, my woman... Ceci, you are all those things to me. And so much more." The way she teased his shaft, almost worshiped it made him glow with desire. She would see the tattoos on his body glow red with the heat he felt for her as he continued to moan her name, "Ceci.."

As she picked up her pace, he moaned louder and more intensely than before, and he would barely get the first syllable of her name out before the moan cut it off. By now he had stopped caring which of them was in charge and thrust hard against her mouth and throat. His shaft trembled inside her hungry cave, and with perhaps the loudest moan she had heard from him, his shaft exploded almost violently inside her mouth, his cum flowing from him harder than usual, his passion so great for her. Bucking his hips in time to the heated spurts of his seed, he shuddered over and over again as a powerful orgasm shook his body.

As his body came down from the powerful release, he lay back deep into the bed, spent. She would need to coax him back to life before he could make love to her. Something he was not used to needing. But she had literally sucked the energy from him, not that he minded in the least. "That was... amazing... Ceci..."
 
Each time he said her name or a sweet endearment, it made her body throb for him, a deep yearning that made her moan around him. She felt it before she heard it, the sudden jerking of his shaft as he finally came undone beneath her. It was sudden and powerful, more so than it been the night before, her muscles almost rebelling as he started to shoot down her throat. Ceci fought the urge to tense, keeping her throat relaxed as she continued to draw him deep. The intensity of his orgasm gave her a sense of pride, the evidence of her mood shining in her eyes as she pulled her mouth away. Ceci swallowed, licking her lips and then using her warm tongue to gently clean him off, removing any evidence that his seed has been spilled.

Rakith appeared to be exhausted, something that amused Ceci a great deal. The big bad Demon Prince was sexually spent? She hid her laughter with a smile, resting her cheek against his thigh as she stared up at him. He was praising her, and it warmed her to hear it. Something about pleasing him had begun to bring her great joy. Her face turned, pressing lips to the warmth of his thigh as she crawled up his body. Her body naturally settled over him, straddling him in a comforting way and wrapping her arms around his chest. Ceci set her chin on his chest so she could still stare up at him, "Have you been properly fed, Rakith?" She purred playfully, the twinkle in her eye giving away that she was teasing him for his exhaustion. "Is your witch proving to be a bit more than you can handle?" She did laugh then, a delighted trickle of laughter that had her face lighting up.

Ceci's hands smoothed back around to Rakith's chest, the small fingers pushing into his flesh and then following the curves of his tattoos. "This Demon's met his match..." She sung with a grin, lowering her lips to kiss his chest. "How does that make you feel?" Ceci inquired, her tone still playful. It was possible that she was pressing buttons he wasn't ready to play with, but she was willing to take the risk. She was sure she could coax him back down if he got a little too flustered. He sure as hell messed with her. She wanted to return the favor.
 
Rakith heard the affection in her teasing, it was soft and gentle, and as such, didn't bother him in the least. While as a demon, it should infuriate him to be mocked, this was different. She was pleased to know that she had spent him, which was common sense. Regardless, it felt nice to feel her on his chest. Pulling her down to him, he wanted to hold her. "I am fed yes, but will need more in a little while. My little witch is just what I need." Kissing her softly, he smiled at her. "Even I get tired from time to time, my precious little Ceci."

Sighing in pleasure, he held her tight against him. "I do love holding you though," he said softly, "I shouldn't really, but I do. I can't explain how I feel with you. I shouldn't feel as strongly as I do, but you are special. I have known you were special from the start, but not the extent of it." It felt good to admit it, both to her as well as himself.

After a moment, he gazed at her with those dark eyes of his. "So," he asked quietly, "I take it you have come to terms with what we are to one another? How does it make you feel, my witch?" He knew eventually they would need to move and get on to more important things, but he didn't want to rush. Spending intimate time with her was too enjoyable to rush it.
 
Resting in his arms was more soothing then she expected, and her eyes closed for a few long moments as she listened to his breathing. She lifted her head to look at him when he started speaking, their gazes locking with each other. "I won't lie..." She told him softly, her eyes narrowing a little, "I'm still a bit nervous..." Ceci sighed and rested her cheek against his chest, letting the moments tick by before she continued, "But I know I wouldn't be happy if you suddenly walked out of my life. We've started something together..We're locked in an unbreakable bond...And I'm okay with it..." She sat up a little bit, so she could see him more directly. "I've already learned so much about.." Ceci paused, looking away shyly, "About my deeper desires..." She tugged at her lower lip with her teeth, gnawing at the plump petal out of nervousness, "I'm learning about what you like..."

Ceci laughed quietly, "If you don't tell anyone how much I can't resist you..I won't tell anyone that you're all bark and no bite..." Oh, but he did bite. Just in all the best ways. Her cheeks warmed at the thought and she moved to lay back against him, hiding her flushed cheeks from view. "But...Yes...I've come to terms with the fact that I'm destined to spend the rest of time with you..." Her nails trailed lightly over his side, "And I think that's exactly what I want...."

She lifted her head and leaned closer to his face, "But you still infuriate me...." Ceci murmured, holding his gaze as her lips hovered above his own. "I want to wrap my hands around your neck and squeeze...but I want you to throw me down and ravish me at the same time..." She breathed, "It's rather...alarming what you do to my emotions, Rakith...That is going to take some time to get used to..." She brushed his lips softly and pulled back, "I want to wear your marks...But I want to fight you..." Another soft brush of lips. She trailed her kisses along his jaw, "I want to be strong for you...I want to be stronger than you..." Her teeth grazed his neck teasingly as she continued to murmur against his flesh, "I want to make you proud..." Her teeth sunk into his neck, a rather forceful bite that was followed by the gentle soothing of her tongue. "But I want to enrage you and drive you mad..." Ceci grinned, her cheeks still flushed as she raised her face back to stare at him again. "That....is how this all makes me feel.."
 
Rakith enjoyed listening to her as she moved and touched him. Her words stirred chords within him, chords that he had not expected. truthfully. Like her, he was still getting used to aspects of their relationship. Being a romantic figure was very new to him. Romance wasn't exactly in the demonic playbook, unless you were using to lead a mortal astray. But saying it and meaning it? Unheard of. Yet, he knew that he did. "Do you really want me to be a typical demon with you? I am like this only with you. I have no desire to use you or abuse the trust you've given me," his voice was soft and gentle.

"I am glad you are happy with your place at my side," he grinned. "And especially under me... With me buried inside you. I really enjoyed seeing my seed leaking from you last night. It's a sight I don't think I will ever grow tired of." His hand rested on her flat stomach as his fingers slowly stroked her belly. A belly which one day would be home to their child, perhaps more than one child. Rakith had never had any interest in a child outside of the need to have one for her bloodline, yet with Ceci, he knew that he wanted at least one.

His grin grew wicked as he rolled her onto her back his hands on hers pushing them above her head, "All bark and no bite..." he growled at her... "You little Minx...." Even with the rough tone to his voice, she would see the playfulness in his eyes. His shaft lay hardening against her hot sex as he gazed down at her. 'I'll show you no bite."
 
His voice made her shiver, eyes filling with the heat of desire that only he could ignite. She yelped and then laughed when he rolled them, pinning her hands above her head. Ceci was grinning up at him, savoring the contrast of his rough voice and the playful spark in his dark eyes. She could feel the hardening sex against her body, sparking a thirst in her that she needed to have him quench. “All bark…” She sung delightfully, her eyes narrowing as her grin grew, “No. Bite.” Ceci's fingers curled around the hands that held them pinned as she challenged him with her eyes.

Already her body was hot and ready for him, her hips rising to press against him harder. “Prove me wrong…” Ceci purred, grinding her hips against his sex in slow circles. She wanted to feel the fullness of being wrapped around him while he tormented her lips with a bruising kiss. She wanted sweet one moment and blazingly hot the next. To be possessed and worshipped. All things he was so easily stirring within her. Ceci couldn't go back to life on her own again, it would destroy her to lose such an intense connection. She knew Rakith wouldn't fair well without her either, she could hear it in his voice and see it in his eyes.

“Bite me…” Ceci taunted, her hips falling still as she slumped back against the bed and stared up at him with those challenging eyes. Her entire body felt hot to the touch, and only he seemed to hold the key to cool her off. Her chest rose and fell, her soft breasts peaked at the tip with the evidence of her continued desire.
 
Rakith loved her playfulness, it suited his own. Being a demon, mischief was in his blood. Usually it turned nasty and violent, but with her, he could keep it simply fun. She knew who and what he was, and what he could do if he truly wished. But she also likely knew that he would never be that monster towards her. Even when he restrained her, thus far at least, it had been light and playful. There would be a time when that wouldn't be the case, when he would show her a deeper side to that particular method of sex play, but not now. This was their honeymoon as it were.

Her taunts continued as she dared him to bite her. She knew better, she knew he would. But it was that playfulness of her that coaxed him to do what he would have done regardless. Moving his mouth to her neck, he held it there, his hot breath caressing the soft skin below. "Tomorrow, I am going to take you shopping for a collar. Something pretty to put around your neck with my name on it.. For you are mine, my little witch," his voice was deep and husky, intense like it had been when they had first met, the powerful thundering demon prince.

And then, he bit her neck forcefully. She would be marked now, the bruise would be nearly a welt from his sharp fangs. But even then, he licked the neck softly to ease her pain. Another forceful bite, and more after care. Then he rolled her over until she lay across his lap. Lifting her night dress up over her ass cheeks, he gave her a solid smack across her beautiful ass. "You've been a naughty little witch... taunting your Demon Lord. You know what happens to naughty little witches don't you?" While his voice was still that booming demonic voice, the playfulness was still in his eyes.
 
When she felt his breath caress her neck, she shivered, anticipation making her breath catch. Collar, her eyes which had been half open, popped wide. A curl of her lips meant she found the idea amusing, but he would have to know better than to think she'd allow such a thing without a battle. But even so, the claim he was making on her made her need even stronger. For the moment, the idea of him marking her, even with a collar, made her want to moan. She held it in, biting her lip while she waited for his next move.

A cry tore from her throat, equal parts pain and pleasure as she arched into Rakith's body. His teeth sinking into her sensitive flesh was amazing, leaving her with a throbbing bite that he delicately soothed with his tongue. Another bite, another cry, more a moan than anything else. The sting slowly faded from the attention of his tongue, but the throb remained, moving in time with her heartbeat. Ceci was in a state of bliss when he rolled her over onto his lap. The smack to her backside jolted her back to awareness and she laughed softly at his comment. "Naughty little witches?" She mused, glancing over her shoulder to see him out of the corner of her eye. He sounded intimidating, but she could see his eyes from where she laid over him. He was still playing with her, even as his strong voice made her toes curl. "They get punished by their big bad Demon Lords..." Ceci responded, lifting her ass in the air teasingly.

Ceci bit her lip, fingers curling into the blankets beneath them as she rested comfortably across Rakith's lap. "I wonder what a suitable punishment is for such a naughty little witch?" She breathed, trying to stop herself from wiggling on his lap. "Surely such a powerful Lord knows what a witch needs to behave?" Ceci teased. What she needed was him. Something her body was all to happy to show. Between the hardened peaks on her chest to the heat that dripped between her thighs, she was ready to take anything he could think of.
 
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