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Demon Chronicles: This Enchanted Demon Cynthia Sax Sex is better in front of an audience. To save his sister, Augustine has to bond with a vessel. He approaches the sorceress shielding the vessels, expecting a decrepit old crone. What he finds is a beautiful woman with a fondness for exhibitionism and a sexual appetite to match his own. Gloriana isn’t a sorceress. She’s a vessel, her true identity hidden from demons by the magic pendant she wears. Knowing the risks of bonding without love, she refuses to settle for anything less, even if it means losing the demon she adores to the vessel he needs.
Chapter One Tonight, she seduced a demon. As nothing made a cock harder than anticipation, Gloriana had delayed this meeting with Augustine for two long weeks. The big demon had watched her, hunted her. He thought she was unaware of his presence, but she had been aware, achingly aware, and this evening she planned to put on a show Augustine would never forget, ending her self-inflicted sexual frustration. Gloriana wandered through her spacious one-bedroom apartment, flicking off lights, shrouding the viewing area in darkness, leaving shadows for her demon to lurk in. Her sole spotlight was the reading lamp positioned above her favorite chair. As she moved, she stripped away her clothes, leaving a trail of silk and cotton on the thick carpet, and she placed her biggest vibrator -- custom-made in vivid purple -on the side table before she sank into the over-stuffed recliner, the brown leather soft under her bare ass. Her preparations complete, she hooked her legs over the arms of the chair, exposing her already moist pussy, and she waited. She didn’t have to wait long. There was a quiet snick of the front door closing, and the swish of rustling fabric as he moved through the hallway into the living room. Gloriana cupped her breasts, lifting and fondling them, the amulet she always wore attached to the flesh between, the silver reflecting the light. She heard Augustine’s intake of breath, a deep rasp in the silence, and his reaction excited her. She pinched her tightened, aching nipples, pulling on them, causing waves of pleasure to radiate from her chest. His demon eyes glowed purple with arousal, ratcheting hers higher. Every day she had teased him, hiking up an already short skirt as she entered her car, exposing her long legs and the curve of her ass on a busy street corner, or flashing him a bare breast while she shopped for groceries. Exhibitionism aroused her, but she
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also wanted Augustine to hunger for her, as he was now, his breathing strained, his cock hard under those black dress pants. She allowed her hands to slowly drift down her stomach, her fingertips playing with the silver hoop piercing her belly button before palming her cleanly shaven mons. She rubbed and squeezed, showing him she liked her sex raw and rough, as he did. Although they had never met, Gloriana was aware of Augustine’s large sexual appetites, having followed the handsome demon’s antics for over a century. When he had announced his quest to find a vessel, she knew he would track a newly bonded vessel back to her protective services. When he did, they’d meet, a collision of two highly sexed beings, and it was inevitable that they would fuck. Gloriana stroked her pussy, spreading her folds so he could see her tight hole. Even his human cock would fill that hole completely, and with his great demon strength, he would ram into her again and again. She mimicked his fucking with her hand, forcing her pussy to take all four of her fingers, and she writhed under her own assault, rubbing her ass against the leather chair, the friction warming her skin, the musk of her juices permeating the air. Her finger-fucking felt good, yet it wasn’t enough. She needed more, so she reached for her vibrator. She didn’t turn it on, as Augustine’s deep gulps of breath excited her. She rubbed the tip over her clit, caressing that sensitive nub until she moaned with pleasure. The vibrator still wasn’t enough. Gloriana wouldn’t be satisfied with anything less than Augustine’s big cock sliding in and out of her pussy, but fucking the demon was risky. If he shifted, he would have the vessel he desired above all else, rendering him unbeatable in battle, and she would have a future filled with maddening pain, bonded for all eternity to a demon she didn’t love. She’d take that risk, because that was how much she wanted him. “I could use my vibrator, or I could use your cock. It is your choice, Augustine.” She kept her voice light and teasing, unwilling to express her need for him, as Augustine was a clever demon, and he would use her need to manipulate her.
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“How do you know my name, witch?” He stepped forward into the light. His black hair shone, his tanned face showed signs of strain, and his big body was tight and hard with lust. Augustine’s clipped tone said he didn’t want to desire her, and Gloriana gave him a slow sensual smile, tormenting him more. “I prefer sorceress.” But she was neither witch nor sorceress. She pumped the vibrator deeper into her pussy, causing the purple synthetic material to glisten with her juices, her body humming with both her arousal and the expectation of more. “What is your preference? Do you want to watch me fuck myself, or do you prefer to do the fucking?” She shifted, raising her ass to the height of his groin, signaling her own preference. “You don’t even know me.” “And you don’t know me.” He unzipped his pants and let them fall to the floor. Her mouth fell open. He wasn’t wearing underwear. His cock was huge and hard, the tip tinged purple. She licked her suddenly dry lips. “We’ll be two strangers sharing a cold, anonymous fuck. No foreplay, no sweet words, Augustine.” She spread her legs wider in order to accommodate his girth. “I can take everything you give me.” It would be rough. She’d taunted him mercilessly. He wasn’t a demon to be toyed with. “Good.” His hands curled around her hips, his rough fingers digging into her skin, warmth spreading from his contact. “Because I can’t be gentle.” He probed her pussy with his cockhead, found her tight hole, and slammed home. Gloriana gasped. He was bigger than she’d expected, larger than she’d ever had, and sweet pain shot through her. He didn’t give her time to adjust, pulling back to ram into her over and over. All she could do was hold on to his arms, his muscles rippling under his cotton dress shirt, as he surged into her, filled her, and then withdrew. It was rough and undisciplined. Her pussy throbbed with pain, and then pleasure, and she had never felt more alive, more needed, more wanted. Augustine fucked her without words, without kisses, without gentle caresses, using her body with unabashed abandon, focused selfishly on his own fulfillment, and
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Gloriana loved it, crying out for Augustine to fuck her harder, faster, slapping his bare ass with her heels, biting his cotton-covered shoulders. She was his slut, greedy for more of his hard cock, unwilling to accept less, and he gave it to her repeatedly, driving into her with increasing force as her orgasm pelted toward her with the velocity and control of a runaway train. “Fuck.” He grunted as he thrust. The chair skidded backward, banging against the wall. “Fuck.” Augustine pounded into her, and plaster showered down on them, covering them with a layer of white. “Fuck.” Rivulets of perspiration ran down his neck. Gloriana sucked up the stream of moisture noisily, tasting his effort, his skin salty and hot. Her fingers dug into his dress shirt, her pussy tightening around his cock. “Augustine!” Gloriana screamed, arching, slamming her head back against the cushioned chair with the force of her orgasm. “Fuck!” He jerked his hips forward, his cock pulsing an endless stream of soothing warmth inside her tender pussy. “Holy fuckin’ hell.” He collapsed, his body warm and wet and heavy on top of hers. She held him, this demon she’d met only minutes ago, as the overhead light flickered and the white dust from the broken drywall rained down upon them. She played with his black hair, not knowing what to say or do next. She’d promised him no sweet words, and she wouldn’t give him any false promises. “Augustine.” She wiggled under him. His chest heaved, as though releasing a soul-rending sigh, and his head lifted. His dark-eyed gaze met hers. “Don’t think to escape me, sorceress.” He hadn’t once used her name. Did he know what it was? Did he care? “I’m spending the night fucking you. I’m fucking your pussy, your mouth, and your ass, and then tomorrow, when I’m done with you, you’re bringing me to one of those vessels you protect.” He cupped her chin with one large palm. “Do you understand?” “I understand.” She wouldn’t agree to bring him to a vessel, but she did understand. She understood that once was not enough for him, and that was okay
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because it wasn’t enough for her either. Gloriana squeezed his hardening cock with her pussy muscles. He was a demon, and he had a demon’s recovery time. She was grateful as she had a vessel’s insatiable hunger. She unbuttoned his dress shirt, exposing more of his muscled chest as he moved inside her, his actions slow and leisurely, softened by the hazy aftermath of their previous fucking.
*** Augustine woke with a raging hard-on. That was normal, his horniness almost legendary. What wasn’t normal was the lightness in his chest, as though a great weight had been lifted, but it hadn’t been lifted. His sister, Claudia, remained trapped in the other world of the ancients. He concentrated on the feelings his twin exuded, relying on them to strengthen his resolve, but this morning, as with the previous three days, the tactic wasn’t successful. Agonizing pain and loneliness and fear no longer pierced his soul, pushing him to the brink of madness. In their place was acceptance, the semblance of joy, and some other emotion he was unfamiliar with. He didn’t trust those emotions, as no one could find joy with an ancient. They were the epitome of evil. His bond with his sister must be weakening. Augustine had to find an unattached vessel and rescue Claudia before their connection was severed completely. He turned his head toward the window. The sun’s rays streamed upon a woman with a body as glorious as her name. Upon hearing of the long-lived sorceress, he had expected a cackling elderly woman reeking of foul potions. What he found was a woman so riveting, she purged his brain of sensible thought, making his passions flare with her teasing and toying. Gloriana was all golden skin and high breasts, long legs, and a curvy ass. She was his sexual equal, as proven by last night’s enthusiastic fucking, and she was also his link to locate an unattached vessel. From his vantage point, sprawled on her king-sized mattress, Augustine watched the sorceress undulate against the floor-to-ceiling glass window, her standing form naked and sensual, her straight blonde tresses shimmering like a sheet of silk. His
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fingers itched to run through that hair, and a bead of precum formed on his cock. “I want to fuck you, sorceress.” He wouldn’t say her name, as they weren’t friends or lovers. She was a release for his sexual urges and a means to find a vessel, nothing more. “Then come and fuck me.” Gloriana bent over, wiggling her ass in the air. He’d fucked that ass last night, pumping his cum into that tight channel, but this morning, he wanted the moistness of her pussy. Needing no other encouragement, he rolled out of bed and stalked toward her. “Give my fans a show,” she added, a smile on her beautiful face as she peered out the window at the view. It consisted of a high-rise building silhouetted against a clear blue sky. “Your fans?” Augustine growled. Was that how she thought of him, as one of her many fans? He wrapped his arm possessively around her waist. He was not one of many. “My fans.” She nodded toward the building facing them. Light reflected off glass, and Augustine narrowed his demon eyes to focus on those windows. Human males watched them through telescopes, their hands pumping hard cocks. They were getting off on his naked sorceress. “They can look but they can’t touch.” Augustine weighed her full breasts with his hands, giving the humans a better view of their bounty, and Gloriana moaned her appreciation as he tweaked her nipples between his fingers. “You’re mine.” “For this morning.” She rubbed her ass into his groin, testing his control with her seductive wiles. Augustine swept her hair over her shoulder to nuzzle her neck, breathing in her apricot scent. “I’ll need another demon’s cock to fill my pussy while you fuck your vessel.” The thought of another demon touching Gloriana made smoke curl from Augustine’s flared nostrils. “There will be no other cock,” he roared, spreading his fingers possessively over her bare mons, finding the smooth skin highly erotic.
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“You’ll have your vessel.” She wiggled, rubbing her clit against his middle finger, not shy about what she needed to make her come. “I’ll have you both.” Augustine eased into her pussy, his eyes rolling back in his head at the ecstasy of their joining. She gripped his cock like she was made for him, so hot and wet and tight. “The vessel is business. You’re pleasure.” He pumped into her with slow, sure strokes. “Pure pleasure.” He had never planned to be faithful to the vessel, having met many of them and finding them young, silly creatures. He’d fuck his vessel once while in demon form to bind her to him, and then return to the warm bed of his sunshine sorceress. “A part-time lover could never satisfy me, Augustine.” Gloriana’s laughter mocked his fucking abilities, and his grip on her hips intensified. “My fans need multiple shows a day.” Augustine snorted. The males watching them were human, and humans were satisfied with one good daily fuck. He’d give her more than that. “I’ll satisfy you.” He drove into her with increased vigor, rocking her against the glass, his chest pressing against her back, his hands covering her breasts, his feet spreading her legs farther. “Fuck me, Augustine. Fuck me harder.” His heart beat faster every time she called his name, and he rejoiced in the confirmation that she knew it was his cock in her pussy, it was him fucking her. Augustine pounded into her, his skin smacking against hers. The humans may watch, yanking on their tiny cocks, wishing they were inside Gloriana, but they couldn’t touch her. She was his for as long as he wanted her. “Fuck,” he cursed. As her pussy tightened, signaling her impending orgasm, his balls drew up close to his body, preparing to explode. He grunted, riding her naked body against the window, allowing the entire world to see how much he wanted her. There was no shame in wanting. Wanting was a demon emotion, and Augustine indulged it, clutching his sorceress to him.
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“Augustine!” She straightened, grabbing his thighs, as her orgasm ripped through her. She was fierce, she was beautiful, and she snapped his control. “Gloriana!” he bellowed her name, coming with a force he’d never before felt, her pussy clenching his cock, milking him dry. “Gloriana, Gloriana, Gloriana.” The floodgates opened with his cum-induced slip. Her name rushed through his fried brain to escape through his babbling mouth. Accompanying her name was an emotion, a strange, frightening emotion. “I can’t…” He couldn’t do this. Rescuing his sister was his focus. “You can’t… what?” Gloriana’s voice was dreamy. It made him think of lazy Sunday mornings, tussled sheets, and entwined limbs. It wasn’t a future any demon should desire. Demons fucked and fought. They didn’t cuddle under duvets. “Today, you’ll bring me to a vessel.” Augustine’s words were blunter than he intended. Silence stretched between them, and Augustine’s innards twisted with regret. He didn’t need to see Gloriana’s face to know he had hurt her, and he stroked her side in an inept attempt to comfort her, not knowing why he wished to. She wasn’t his mate. She was a means to an end. Gloriana shrugged him away, twisting out of his embrace. “Don’t worry, Augustine.” She walked to the bathroom, her head held proudly high, her long blonde hair swinging. “I know why you’re fucking me. I’ll bring you to a precious vessel.” That wasn’t why he fucked her, but when Augustine opened his mouth to explain motives he, himself, didn’t fully understand, his sorceress had shut the door between them.
Chapter Two Gloriana strolled toward the tiny cottage by the edge of the lake, ignoring the sexy demon following her. They’d fucked in the driveway, and she smelled of him, his cum filling her womb, the after tremors of a soul-shaking orgasm rippling through her body. After that fast and fervent encounter, he didn’t attempt to hold her hand, or touch her, or talk to her like a normal lover would. They weren’t lovers, not really, and that was okay with Gloriana. Augustine might be a terrific lay, the best she’d ever had, but sex was all he could give her, and she’d be foolish to want more. Upon spotting their approach, the nurse hastily placed a hairbrush on the side table and stood, smoothing down her crisp white uniform. “Sorceress, I wasn’t expecting you.” Aunt Philo sat in the wooden chair, dressed in a pastel pink sundress, her ash blonde hair draped over the chair back, her pale blue eyes blank and uncomprehending. Her aunt’s beauty and youthful appearance made her vegetative state even more heart shattering. Although Gloriana would inflict additional pain upon her hapless aunt today, that pain was necessary to prevent a similar tragedy. “I’ve come to change the pendant.” She held up the delicate silver design, lovingly crafted by her own hands and infused with the magic of blessed peace. “She has months left on the one she wears,” the nurse pointed out. The magic lasted for a year before fading into ineffectiveness. “I wish to change it today.” Gloriana would show her demon lover the full consequences of his plan. “Augustine” -- she tilted her head in his direction --”will
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assist me.” He narrowed his eyes at her but didn’t say anything. “I’ll call you when we’re done.” The nurse’s gaze flicked from her to Augustine and back again. “Very well.” Her head bowed respectfully, she backed away, disappearing into the small cottage. “Hello, Aunt Philo. It’s Gloriana. Remember me?” She swept her aunt’s silky soft hair away from the chain’s clasp, but Aunt Philo didn’t acknowledge her presence, staring straight ahead at the mirror-smooth lake. Normally, she would stay for hours and talk, sharing her thoughts in a one-sided conversation. She doubted Augustine would be that patient with her. “Hold her hands,” Gloriana told the demon. Augustine crouched in front of her aunt, his knees brushing her legs. “I wanted to be taken to an unattached vessel,” he rumbled in an emotionless drone. “Your Aunt Philo has been bonded to a demon.” He circled her aunt’s thin wrists carefully with his big hands. “My Aunt Philo has been bonded to a demon who didn’t love her.” Their bonding was the result of an alliance of power between a demon and a vessel. Her uncle had been a good being, and her aunt had been her family’s delight, but they hadn’t loved each other. Gloriana unsnapped the pendant, bracing herself for her aunt’s reaction. The impact was instant, a blood-curdling scream of extreme pain escaping Aunt Philo’s parted lips. She wrenched her hands from Augustine’s grasp to pull at her hair, slamming her head back against the wooden chair slats again and again. “Hold her, damn it.” Gloriana couldn’t get the new pendant around her aunt’s neck. The elder vessel’s spasms were erratic and uncontrollable. “She’s going to hurt herself.” And the pain would be Gloriana’s fault. “Fuck.” Augustine cursed under his breath while he pressed his big hands against her aunt’s shoulders, pinning her to the chair, allowing Gloriana to close the clasp. Aunt Philo sagged, her screams stopping as she absorbed the pendant’s magic. “What the fuck was that?” Augustine stared at her aunt with a look of horror on his handsome face. “She’s a vessel.”
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“She’s a broken vessel.” Gloriana smoothed down her aunt’s mussed hair. “At first, my aunt and uncle tolerated, perhaps even liked each other. But over the centuries, that tolerance turned to hate, and because they were bonded, they couldn’t hide their hate. It drove them mad.” She picked up the brush. The strokes calmed her aunt. Her uncle was chained to the earth’s molten core, his insanity well past the help of any magic. “Bonding with a vessel you don’t love will bring you unlimited power, but at what price, Augustine?” “Demons don’t love.” He stood, glaring at her, his glowing purple eyes communicating his inner turmoil. “And this won’t happen to me.” “I’m told my uncle said something similar.” She didn’t meet his gaze, brushing her aunt’s hair, hiding her disappointment. She thought he was different, but no, Augustine was like the rest of the demons stalking her, hungry for power above all else. “You could go mad, Augustine.” She tried one more time, not knowing why she bothered. She should let him have his precious vessel and be done with him. “Is being unbeatable that important to you?” “This isn’t about me.” He leaned over, his face inches from hers, his heated breath fanning her skin. “No more games, Gloriana. You will bring me to an unattached vessel.” She saw no softness in his countenance. He kissed her hard, devouring her lips, before pivoting on his heels and walking away.
*** He could go mad. Gloriana’s words echoed through his mind as Augustine ran through the woods in demon form, hunting one of his rivals. He could destroy the life of the vessel he bonded with. Red skin flashed between the birch trees. He sprinted in that direction. The red demon dared to track the sorceress, and Augustine couldn’t allow that to continue, as she belonged to him, and no other being would touch her. In a desperate move, the youngster darted toward the lake, trying to escape him.
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He wouldn’t escape him, and he wouldn’t touch Gloriana. Augustine roared his outrage, flinging his body at the young demon. They rolled upon the pebbled beach in a blur of claws and horns and razor-sharp tails. The thin slice burning through his right arm fueled Augustine’s anger. With a snap of bone and a slash of claws through a jugular, his adversary was disposed of, lying motionless on the stone, blood pooling around him. Augustine felt satisfaction, and layered on top of that satisfaction was his twin sister’s contentment. Her pain and fear had fueled his search for the vessel, but now, happiness exuded from her, and that confused him. Was their bond weakening or did she not want to be rescued? Would he risk madness for nothing? “Thank you for that.” Gloriana’s sultry voice cut through his thoughts. “I avoid them as best I can, but lately, it seems like every demon is desperate for a vessel. I don’t know why.” He didn’t know why either. He only knew the reason he needed one. Shifting to human form, Augustine bent by the lake to wash the blood off his naked skin. There was a buzz of an approaching boat motor, but he ignored the watercraft, concentrating on the sweet apricot scent of his sorceress. “That’s why I don’t ask vessels their names or addresses or other personal details.” Gloriana knelt beside him, the waves lapping at the hem of her long skirt. She cupped water onto his healing wound, her cool fingers soothing his heated skin. “That way when the demons torture me looking for information, I can’t tell them anything.” Augustine froze, a wave of ice sweeping over him. “What do you mean… when demons torture you?” He roared, straightening to his full height, fighting his shift. No demon would dare to touch his female. “Come on, Augustine.” Gloriana’s laugh was forced and unnatural, as she mirrored his stance. “Are you telling me you’ve never thought of it?” Her hands rested on her shapely hips, and she stared at the small boat bobbing on the lake. “No. Never.” Augustine shook his head. What type of demon did she think he was? “I would never hurt you.” She was his to protect and to cherish.
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“Yet you would shatter a vessel’s mind.” Gloriana looked at him with eyes as blue and clear as the sky over top them. “What if I was that vessel?” “But you aren’t.” She was trying to distract him with what ifs and irrelevant arguments. “Did they hurt you, Gloriana?” He wrapped his hands around her arms, spanning her toned biceps easily. She was so tiny, yet so strong. “It was only twice, and I healed.” Her gaze dropped but not before he saw her pain. Augustine clenched his jaw until it ached. “It’s no big deal.” She leaned into him, her hips brushing against his hardening cock. It was another attempt at distraction, and one he couldn’t as easily ignore. Although he’d had her in the driveway, he wanted her again. “It is a big deal.” No one would hurt his female. “Tell me who these demons are, and I’ll slice them to pieces.” “Such passion.” She clucked her tongue. “Careful, Augustine.” Gloriana stroked his shaft, fracturing his concentration with her soft, sure hands. “One might think you cared.” She spread his precum over his sensitive cockhead as she probed his slit with her fingertip. “And that would be a disaster, because, as you’ve told me time and again, demons don’t love.” Demons did lust, Augustine could attest to that. “Tell me their names.” He ground his teeth. He wanted to fuck her senseless, but her safety was more important than his hard-on. “I never ask names.” Gloriana dropped to her knees before him, taking his cock into her hot, wet mouth. The damn sorceress knew he couldn’t resist her. Augustine glared across the lake. The fishermen were no longer slumped over. They watched with avid interest. They were watching an expert, because no one sucked cock like Gloriana. She bobbed over him, massaging his shaft with her tongue, flicking his sensitive rim, undaunted by his size and width. Had she done this to the other demons? Against her will? Augustine tensed. “Did they make you…” He pushed his hips forward, unable to say the words.
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Gloriana released his cock with a juicy pop. “No. They must have thought pure pain was quicker.” She nuzzled his balls with her cold nose, burying her beautiful face in his crotch, her breath fanning his thighs. “You’re the only demon I’ve ever fucked.” She ran her lips over his shaft, nibbling, playing, pulling gently at his flesh, tormenting him with quick, light licks. He was the only demon she’d ever fuck. A tightness in Augustine’s chest eased. And she’d never feel pain again. He’d protect her, with his life if he had to. “Suck me, sorceress.” Wanting to feel her heat enveloping him, Augustine pumped into her mouth with slow, gentle strokes, and she took him eagerly, her tongue sliding along his skin, her lips sealed around his shaft. While inside her, nothing else mattered. There was no future of madness, and there were no past failures. There was only him and her and that strange feeling he both feared and longed for. Her fingernails dug into his ass. Her cheeks indented with pressure as he fucked her face harder and harder, until he lost control driving into her. She gasped and sputtered yet didn’t retreat, surging forward into each thrust with zeal to match his own. “Fuck.” She was fearless, and sexy, and his. “Gloriana!” He leaned back, hollering her name into the sky, spurting hot cum into her mouth. She swallowed all of him, not wasting a drop, her tongue wiping him clean, and he closed his eyes, overcome with feelings a demon shouldn’t experience. “An ancient has my twin sister.” The words left his mouth before he could stop them. “What?” Gloriana stood, dusting off her knees, her eyes wide. “He has my sister,” he repeated, unable to take the explanation back and not wanting to, the burden resting on his shoulders lightening with his confession. “That’s why I need a vessel. She is in pain, or at least she used to be. I don’t know.” He rubbed his face. “All I know is I have to save her, and a vessel is the only way.” Water slapped against rocks while Gloriana breathed in and out and in and out. Augustine waited, bracing for her judgment. It would be harsh. It had to be. He had
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failed to protect his own flesh and blood, and Gloriana would question how he could ever protect her. He was less than a demon. “I see.” He heard in her voice that she did, yet she didn’t turn away from him. She gazed up at him with wise blue eyes. “I can’t bring you to a vessel, Augustine. They find me. I don’t find them.” With her gaze locked with his, and unspoken emotion arcing between them, she placed his hand on her pendant. It was the source, Augustine suspected, of Gloriana’s power, and she was pledging it to assist him. Her offer humbled him, and made his response even more difficult. He tenderly kissed her forehead. “Then we must wait for a vessel to find you.”
Chapter Three Three days later, Gloriana sat in her workshop, sorting a shipment of semiprecious gemstones by size and color. It might be the last shipment she sorted because she was about to do something incredibly stupid. “You can’t continue like this anymore.” Augustine stalked into the small room, his human form gloriously naked, his black hair disheveled, a streak of blood on his cheek. He’d been fighting again, defending her from the other demons as he waited for his precious vessel to appear. “Too many demons know about the vessels. It isn’t safe.” It had never been safe, but before meeting Augustine, no one else had cared about her welfare. “It’s my duty, Augustine.” Her mom had entrusted that duty to her, making her promise not to allow another vessel to suffer as her aunt had. “Come here.” She picked up a clean cloth, normally used to polish the finished pieces of jewelry. “A bonded vessel should do this.” Augustine stomped over, his muscles rippling. “She’d be linked to a demon, and her demon could protect her.” He bent over, allowing Gloriana to dab at the blood smears. “God, I wish I had that link to you.” Her hand stilled in mid wipe, her heart squeezing painfully. “You do?” Why would he want that link? “Ahhh…” She could think of only one reason. “Because I’d then be a vessel, and you could save your sister.” She understood. If she knew of a way to heal her aunt, she would do it, regardless of the risks. “Because I could protect you.” Augustine glared at her. “You have no idea how hard it is worrying about where you are all the time, and if some demon has you, or if he’s touching you, hurting you… it drives me insane.” His big hands rested on her waist, and she felt his warmth through her cotton blouse.
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As it drove her insane wondering if not bonding with him was the right thing to do or if she should risk an eternity of madness simply because she…”You love me.” Her mouth fell open. Augustine wouldn’t worry so much about her if he didn’t care. He snorted. “Demons don’t love.” His lips twisted. “This is about you being mine, not some stupid human emotion.” His response was too heated to hold truth. He loved her. After centuries of searching, she’d found a demon she could love, and who would love her in return. “Augustine, I want you.” Not wishing to delay their bonding a moment longer, Gloriana spread her legs. She was wearing a short skirt and no underwear, and her pussy was blatantly displayed. “I want to fuck you while you’re in demon form.” “I don’t want you dealing with the vessels.” Although he continued his rant, he shifted, his already large body growing in size, horns curling out from his forehead, a tail extending from his tight purple ass. “It’s too dangerous.” His voice deepened to a low rumble. “And I won’t allow it.” His cock was massive and erect, jutting out from his body, and Gloriana licked her lips, growing wet with anticipation. She reached out to stroke him, needing two hands to encircle his shaft. “You’re too big. You won’t fit.” Even her vessel pussy couldn’t accommodate his demon-sized cock. He would tear her into two. “I’ll shift and fuck you into oblivion after,” Augustine promised. “Right now, stroke me, lick me, and let me shoot my demon seed into your sweet pussy.” Gloriana had heard rumors about demon fucking. “What do you want me to stroke? This?” She rubbed his shaft with her hands, feeling his huge veins pump under her fingertips. His demon cock was like the human equivalent except much, much larger. “And what do you want me to lick? This?” She balanced on the stool, trusting him to catch her should she fall, and she licked his right horn. “Gloriana!” His bellow rocked the room. Augustine grabbed her hips, thrusting his cock between her legs, and shot so much hot cum into her womb, her pussy overflowed, moisture running down her legs.
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There was a hum of connection between them, but the pendant remained embedded in Gloriana’s chest, and she couldn’t hear his thoughts as a bonded vessel should. Their attempt at bonding had failed. Although the first fucking hadn’t worked, his cock remained hard, his tip pressed against her pussy lips. “Ummm…” Gloriana was willing to try again, her legs shaking with both nerves and the remnants of his potent orgasm. She caressed Augustine’s shaft, rubbing his cockhead against her clit until her pussy lips quivered. “I seem to have neglected a horn.” “Gloriana.” Augustine’s eyes widened, his muscles tightening, his cock bobbing. “I love you, Augustine.” To distract him from her unintentional confession, she licked his left horn and another surge of cum swept into her pussy, the warmth flooding her, her pussy vibrating with the impact. With a long, low groan, Augustine moved, rubbing his moist cockhead against her clit, snapping her control. “Augustine!” She called his name, clutching his huge arms, pressing against him, needing to be closer to her big demon. He held her as she quieted, murmuring soothing nonsense into her hair. She felt his love, she was filled with demon cum, yet the connection between them didn’t fluctuate, the pendant fixed in place. Fucking alone wasn’t strong enough to break the spell. Or perhaps he didn’t truly love her. Gloriana pushed that thought from her mind, because he loved her. He had to. She couldn’t feel so much, and he feel nothing. “You’re still hard.” She petted his cock with trembling hands, amazed at his stamina. “I hear third time’s the charm.” Her demon grinned, his tail twining around her leg, the tip tapping her pussy playfully. “You hear?” She smiled back, dazed and happy, despite the failure. “I’ve never fucked in demon form.” He flipped her onto her stomach, and she held onto the table, her legs dangling off the stool. “I’ve filled your pussy, and now, I’m
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going to fill your ass.” He pushed his cockhead against her puckered hole, and she moaned. “Say it again, Gloriana.” Rubbing circles into her ass cheeks with his coarse thumbs, he waited. He must love her. He wouldn’t ask if he didn’t. “I love you and only you, Augustine.” She gave her cynical demon the confirmation he needed. His reply was an ear-shattering roar as he thrust against her with his impossibly large cock, his moist heat shooting up her ass. Gloriana arched into him, hungering for more touch, more warmth, more of her demon. “I love you,” she repeated, as he shifted, his human chest covering her back. She placed his hand on her pendant, hoping her declaration would make a difference. It didn’t. The silver remaining solid, their bonding blocked.
Chapter Four Augustine prowled the shadows outside Gloriana’s small jewelry shop, guarding her from demons, and watching for the vessel a part of him hoped would never appear. It was a selfish hope, as he needed a vessel to rescue Claudia. He had to rescue her. She was family, the only family that ever meant anything to Augustine, and he had more of a duty to his sister than to his sorceress lover, regardless of how bewitching, or how fucking fantastic Gloriana was. Fuck. He growled with frustration. He couldn’t even convince his own damn self of those lies. Claudia, where are you? He pushed that question across their twin bond. All he received in return was waves of soothing contentment mixed with a deeper emotion he also felt but couldn’t name. Gloriana had made him feel those emotions, fucking with his plans and his resolve. Claudia’s feelings weren’t real either, because she couldn’t be happy. Ancients were pure unadulterated evil. They caused pain, not joy. Augustine’s hands clenched into giant demon fists. He couldn’t be wrong because if Claudia was happy, he’d be dooming himself and the vessel to a future of madness, and destroying his relationship with Gloriana. Her love wouldn’t survive him bonding to another. She was as possessive of him as he was of her. There had to be another way, but even as Augustine expressed that thought, he knew there wasn’t. He couldn’t enter the dream world of the ancients without a vessel. He’d tried in the past and failed. Fuck. He felt her presence immediately, his body vibrating with awareness. A vessel, a damn unattached vessel, approached. He moved toward her, instinctively roaring his claim. The young demons retreated, but another strong demon rushed toward her.
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It was a race, and Augustine ran, reached the tiny black-haired female a heartbeat before his green rival. He swung the vessel out of the demon’s reach, slicing him with his claws and tail. With one arm around the girl, Augustine pivoted, striking out with his left clawed foot. Blood gushed from his opponent’s wound, and the girl whimpered, trembling like a frightened child. Because she was a child. Augustine gouged his claws into the demon’s eye socket, popping the eyeball in his palm, blinding him. The vessel had to be less than a century old, inexperienced and as green as the demon he fought. She wasn’t a full grown woman like his Gloriana. Pain shot through Augustine’s ankle, and he bellowed at his sloppiness. He ripped out the green demon’s throat. The massive being toppled face down with a loud smack of bloody flesh against pavement. The vessel was his. Augustine raised the young woman to eye level, pinning her against a building. He breathed heavily, the demon in him hungry for her power, and his cock hard from the exhilaration of the fight. His lust wasn’t for her, her boyish figure holding no appeal. He glanced down at her small breasts and then up her long bare neck. “Where’s your pendant?” She wouldn’t have remained unattached until now without protection. “I-I-I l-l…lost it,” she stammered, her brown eyes wide with terror. The girl had tanned skin and black curly hair, the same coloring as his sister, Claudia, and Augustine’s desire to fuck her shriveled even more. If only she had blue eyes, darkened with centuries of experience, and blonde hair, falling as straight as a board to her tight ass, then… Augustine shook himself. If he was to do this, he couldn’t think of Gloriana. “M-m… mister demon, sir.” The vessel’s voice was high and squeaky, like a chipmunk hopped up on speed. “You don’t want me, I promise you. There are other vessels you’d like more. I’m not your type, you see. I don’t like purple, hate it, in fact, and --”
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“Shut up.” He couldn’t think with all the nonsense she was spouting into the night air. He truly would go insane if he had to listen to that for an eternity. “But… but… but…” “I said shut the fuck up. If you don’t, I’ll shut your mouth for you.” She also couldn’t follow a simple instruction. She was young and stupid. She started to cry, big, fat teardrops streaming down her cheeks, making a blubbering, hiccupping sound, as though she was choking on a soggy Mexican jumping bean. She was a vessel, for fuck’s sake, and she was crying. Her tears made Augustine feel like the biggest slimeball on the planet. Gloriana would have laughed at him, but he wouldn’t, couldn’t, think of her now. He had to do this. As he leaned toward the frightened woman, Augustine took a deep breath, and then wished he hadn’t, because the air was perfumed with the sickly sweetness of red licorice, not the sensual fragrance of ripe apricots. It was the wrong scent, and the wrong female, and his demon body rebelled, his cock softening. He couldn’t do it. “Fuck.” He had failed his sister, dooming her to a lifetime in an ancient’s clutches. Augustine set the vessel down, careful to maintain his hold on her arm, his demon aura blocking her presence from others. “I-i… is that it?” The vessel’s eyes were rimmed with red, her nose dripping unattractively. “Are we bonded now?” Augustine stared at the girl. Was she truly so clueless? “You bond with your demon through sex.” Her cheeks reddened, but her earnest expression didn’t change. Fuck. She was. “Is my hot cum dripping down your leg? No? Then we didn’t have sex.” He wrapped his hand around the vessel’s wrist and dragged her toward the store. She was Gloriana’s responsibility now, because he had a sister to figure out how to save. “Do your future demon a favor and fuck a few humans while you wait for him.” That was his problem, Augustine realized, his spirits lifting. He couldn’t bond with a virgin vessel. He needed a vessel with matching sex skills, a female with a well-
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used pussy and ass and mouth. And she couldn’t look like his sister, because that was creepy. Once he met the right vessel, he’d bond with her and save his sister. Until he found that vessel, he’d fuck his sorceress, while thinking of an alternate rescue plan, just in case the right vessel didn’t ever appear. Blood rushed to Augustine’s groin, reviving his cock, and he increased his speed, ignoring the young woman’s noisy protests. She’d soon be thanking him because in less than a minute, she’d get an education on what sex was and should be. No one fucked like his Gloriana.
*** An unattached vessel approached the shop. Gloriana pulled at her pendant, frantic to remove it, as Augustine would feel her presence also. He would bond with his precious vessel, and she’d lose him forever, to live her never-ending life alone and unloved. She dug her fingernails into her skin, ignoring the searing pain, because it would be nothing compared to her heartache if he found the vessel first. “Gloriana!” The door swung open, bouncing off the wall, and Augustine, in full impressive demon form, pushed a delicate woman into the room. “She’s here to see you, but I need you first.” His huge cock was erect, precum glistening on his plumcolored tip. “You haven’t bonded.” Oh God. He planned to fuck the vessel in front of her. Gloriana tilted her chin up, grasping at the fragile threads of her remaining pride, pressing her lips together to keep them from trembling. Although she was dying inside, she’d never show her anguish. “She’s the wrong one.” Augustine, the insensitive ass, rolled his eyes. “Clearly.” Gloriana stared at him, bewildered. There was nothing clear about the situation at all. “I-I-I… l-l-l… ost my necklace, sorceress,” the girl confessed. “I’m s-s… so sorry, so sorry.” Gloriana remembered her. She remembered all the vessels she’d helped over the centuries. She was sweet, but she was also scatterbrained and more innocent than Gloriana had ever remembered being.
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Although Augustine would be bored with her within a week, and return to Gloriana’s bed, the vessel would always have a part of him, and Gloriana wouldn’t settle for less than everything. She loved him too much. “Stand by the wall, away from the window, and be quiet,” her demon lover barked at the vessel, shaking his head. “This conversation is for grown-ups.” He put his big hands on Gloriana’s hips, swiveling her on the stool so her bare legs straddled him, her short skirt bunching up to her thighs. “Not that we’ll be talking. There are better things to do, and we don’t have much time. Those damn demons will attack soon.” He kissed her neck, and she allowed her head to fall back, giving him access to the whole of her. She would let him have her here, in front of the vessel he’d sought. They would have one last fuck. “Then fuck me quickly.” Gloriana threaded her fingers through his raven black hair as he licked along her jugular vein with his forked demon tongue, and stroked her back with his rough fingers. “Don’t hold back, Augustine. Give me all of your passion, and all of your hot cum.” She loved him, and was shameless and selfish with her love, because, in this moment, he was hers, and nothing would ever take that away from her. “You have it, Gloriana.” He rocked his cock against her pussy, unable to enter her but pleasuring her with each rub. “You’ll always have it. I tried, you know. I tried to fuck her, but she didn’t look like you, smell like you, and I couldn’t. I just couldn’t.” She heard the anguish in his voice, and his ardor made her pussy throb. “No one is like you. You’re my sunshine sorceress.” “And you’re my big, bad demon.” She ran her palms over his shoulders, marveling over the way his muscles bunched and then pulled tight, as he labored to love her. She tilted her hips, moving with him, covering his red skin with kisses. “I love you, Augustine.” “Gloriana!” He clutched her close to him, his hands flat against her back, as he pulsed hot cum into her pussy. She convulsed, trusting that he’d hold her, his orgasm driving hers. “Gloriana, Gloriana.” He repeated her name, his lips moving on her forehead.
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“Augustine.” Her voice was muffled, her face buried in his heaving chest. “Do you love me?” He stiffened, and she regretted her question instantly, the tender moment between them decimated. “Demons don’t love.” “Can’t you, at least, say the words?” she pressed. If he said the words, it might satisfy the pendant’s stipulations, freeing her to be the vessel he needed. They could love like this for all eternity. He drew back, cool air swirling between them, and Gloriana shivered, missing his heat. “I’ve given up so much for you, Gloriana.” Pain flashed in his purple eyes, and she knew he was thinking of the vessel and his sister. “Don’t make me a liar too.” “I won’t.” She caressed his chest, trying to soothe him with her touch. “I won’t ever ask you again.” She knew he loved her, she didn’t have to hear the words, and there might be another way to break the spell. It was risky though, the remedy so powerful, it could kill her. “Oh fuck.” Augustine pulled away from her. “Those damn idiotic demons are trying again.” He tilted his head, as though listening to their approach. Gloriana heard nothing except the beating of her heart. “I’ll hold them off. You do” -- he waved his hand at the vessel --”whatever it is you do.” He lurched toward the door. “Gloriana?” He stopped, his hand on the doorknob. “Yes?” She stood, cum dripping down her leg. Had he changed his mind? Would he tell her he loved her? “She wasn’t the right one, but I will bond with a vessel eventually.” He opened the door. “I have to.” He disappeared into the darkness. Gloriana stared after him, her mind decided. She wouldn’t live to see Augustine bonded to another. Tonight, she’d break the spell or die trying. “That’s what I want.” The vessel’s voice was dreamy. “I want a demon to love me like your Mr. Augustine loves you.” “And you’ll have that.” Gloriana picked up the set of master keys to her store, each key differentiated by its unique stone. “But there’s a price this time.” She normally
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didn’t charge the vessels, not needing anything from them. “From tonight on, my role is now yours.” If she died, there would be another to care for her aunt and protect the vessels. She pressed the key ring into the vessel’s trembling fingers. “Do not fail me.” As she had failed her mother.
Chapter Five Augustine glared at the blood and gore surrounding him. He’d killed five demons tonight, yet the fighting had been over too soon, his energy not fully exhausted, leaving him restless. He kicked a disembodied demon leg, taking pleasure in the thud of flesh against street curb. The scent of apricot danced on the night breeze. A good hard fuck would calm him down. “Gloriana?” He turned, scanning the darkness with his demon eyes. She wasn’t there, and his shoulders slumped with disappointment. He needed her so badly, he’d imagined her presence. If he bonded with another female, Gloriana wouldn’t be around to slake his need. She’d leave him, taking her sunshine warmth and experienced touch with her. Fuck. He’d then end up as insane as she predicted, and that sacrifice was too God damn great. Especially as there had to be another way to save his sister. His sorceress knew magic and spells and all that shit, and he was a powerful demon. They’d work together, and figure out a plan. First though, they’d fuck, burning off some of his frustration, allowing his sex-obsessed brain to function properly. God, he was so fucking horny. Where the hell was Gloriana? She wouldn’t be much longer, he told himself, the females having been huddled in the small store for over an hour. Although the vessel now wore the pendant, her energy masked, they’d only been hidden by a flimsy concealment spell prior to that. It was more proof that Gloriana needed him. Augustine straightened, his claws extending. She needed him to protect her while she protected the vessels. “Darn, darn, double darn.” The vessel’s high pitched voice pierced through his fuming.
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It was about fucking time she departed. Augustine wanted Gloriana so much, his balls were about to explode. “The word is damn,” he informed the girl. She was bent over, rustling through newspapers and fast food wrappers and other garbage. “What the hell are you doing now?” he asked. He didn’t know why he asked because he didn’t care what the fuck the vessel did. “Shhh…” The vessel looked around her, like there was something scarier than him in the alleyway. “I-I… I lost her keys, Mr. Augustine, demon, sir. Don’t tell the sorceress or vessel or whatever she is. She’ll k-k… kill me.” What did she mean whatever she was? Gloriana was a sorceress. Everyone knew that. “Why do you have her keys?” “B-b… because s-s… she might die, and someone has to fill her role. D-d… didn’t she tell you?” No, she did not tell him she might die, because she knew he wouldn’t let her do whatever the fuck she was planning to do. Gloriana dying was an unacceptable possibility. “That damn sorceress.” She needed a fucking full-time babysitter. Augustine stormed toward the shop. “Oh, she’s not there, Mr. Augustine, sir. She left. She had to see…” The vessel’s forehead wrinkled. “Who?” he thundered, one hesitation away from shaking the girl, irked that Gloriana’s life depended on the dimwit. “Who did she have to see?” “I-I… I think his name was F-F… Fred.” Augustine ground his teeth. Fucking hell. He should have killed Fred -- that fucking interfering Elf -- the last time he saw him. Augustine ran through the streets at full demon speed, dodging cars and the late night dog walkers. He had to get there in time because… because he had to. He couldn’t live without Gloriana. Didn’t she know that? Why would she put her life in jeopardy, knowing how he felt? Not that she knew how he felt. She’d asked him if he loved her, and he, jackass that he was, had told her demons didn’t love. What the fuck type of answer was that?
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Fred had beefed up his security, and his spells cut Augustine’s skin into strips as he blasted past them. It hurt like a motherfucker, but Augustine didn’t slow down, his hand bubbling with blisters once it touched the doorknob. He yanked on the door so hard, the hinges pulled free. “Sweet Esus, not you again.” Fred turned, his long white beard sweeping the floor. “Your timing is always off, demon.” His glasses were smudged with dirt and grime. “This vessel is dying.” “Dying?” Augustine staggered. Fred fancied himself the paranormal world’s foremost expert on vessels. Was that what Gloriana was, a vessel? She lay on a granite tablet, her golden skin bleached to the color of the full moon, blood streaming in vivid red from her chest, dripping on the gray floor, and all contemplation of what she was faded in significance. “God, no. She can’t die. She can’t.” Augustine rushed to her side, gathering her up in his arms. She was limp and lifeless, all of her strength sucked from her body. “You have to do something. Why aren’t you doing something?” The pendant sank deeper and deeper into her body, and Augustine tried desperately to pull it upward, but his demon strength was no match for its magic. “Help me, Fred.” That fucking Elf wasn’t moving. Why wasn’t he moving? Gloriana was dying. “I’ll do anything, give you anything, if you save her. Tell me what to do.” “There’s nothing you or I can do.” The Elf’s face drooped with sorrow. “I told her the risks, but she insisted, throwing her eternal life away in the hopes of bonding to a demon who didn’t love her.” He shook his head, his calm aggravating. “It’s a shame but that was her choice, and there’ll be other vessels for you, Augustine.” “Not like her. There’s no one like her.” Augustine stared into her beautiful face. He was the demon she thought didn’t love her. She’d done this for him, because he hadn’t been strong enough to admit his feelings. “You’re wrong, Gloriana. You’re so wrong, you silly little fool.” He clutched her closer, kissing her unmoving lips, rubbing her skin, because she was so cold, so very cold, and she didn’t like the cold. “I do love you. I’ve loved you from the start. Don’t
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you see? So you don’t have to do this. You don’t have to leave me. I love you. Don’t leave me. Please don’t leave me.” *** Gloriana stood in front of her parents. They were young and vibrant, in the prime of their lives, not old and frail as they’d been on their deathbeds, and they held hands, love encircling them, backlit by a blinding white glow. “I failed you,” she confessed, bowing a head heavy with guilt. She had risked her eternal life and lost. “How did you fail us, daughter?” Her father stood straight and proud beside her mother. “I loved a demon.” She didn’t regret loving Augustine, as those few days with him had been worth more than the previous centuries of living alone. “He didn’t love me enough to say the words and break the spell, but I didn’t care. I lost my life, trying to bond with him.” “Love is never a failure.” Her mother’s gentle smile held understanding. “All we wanted for you was a chance to love and be loved, and Augustine loves you, Gloriana.” Both of her parents turned their heads toward the brightness, her mother’s smile widening. “He loves you very much.” There was a loud click, and everything went silent and dark. Gloriana’s chest blazed with unbearable heat, grief and anguish and despair piercing her body like a thousand needles, and she gasped at the combined pain, convulsing, her arms and legs jerking uncontrollably. “Augustine, help me!” she called for her demon, as it was his energy, his emotions, overwhelming her. Where was he? “I have it.” Fingers dug into the wound near her heart and the pressing weight was lifted. The chain around her neck snapped. “Fuck.” The pungent scent of flesh burning filled her nostrils, and she heard metal clink against tiled floor. “God damn cursed pendant. It almost killed you. What the hell were you thinking messing with that kind of magic, Gloriana?”
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She forced her eyes open, blinking at the brightness. She thought she’d never hear his voice again. “I was thinking that I loved you.” She was cradled against the warmth of his body. “I love you too, fool that you are.” Augustine glared down at her, his red cheeks streaked with moisture. “Thinking that I didn’t love you.” He snorted. “You’re a sorceress. You should know these things.” “I’m a vessel, not a sorceress, and knowing isn’t one of the powers we wield.” She touched his handsome face, skimming her fingertips over his lips. His excess energy flowed into her, expediting her healing. “You have your vessel, Augustine.” They were bonded, sharing thoughts and emotions. “You can save your sister now.” She summoned up a smile. Although she was drained, she knew how important rescuing his sister was to Augustine. “Not now.” Shifting into human form, he levered himself over her, pulling up her skirt. “Now, I have to be inside you, Gloriana. I need to feel you alive and warm around me.” “Then fuck me, Augustine.” She held his shoulders, moving against him, as he pushed his cock into her pussy. “It’s too soon for fucking.” Remaining inside her, he lapped at the blood drying on her chest, his tongue rough and wet. “You almost died.” “I’m healed.” There wasn’t a blemish on her skin, and although the weakness clung to her, she felt no pain. “That’s impossible.” A third voice broke into their conversation. Fred poked his white head between them, pushing his glasses up his nose. “Sweet Esus. You have healed.” He scribbled into his notebook. “That wound should have been fatal.” “Move,” Augustine growled. “We’re fucking.” “Don’t let me stop you.” The nosy Elf returned to his seat, his feet shuffling. “Carry on.” He watched them intently, his pencil in hand. Augustine looked at Gloriana and raised an eyebrow. She laughed at his chagrin. “This fucking is being recorded, demon, and he’ll probably write a paper on it for that
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Paranormal Science magazine he subscribes to, so you’d better make it good.” She pushed up with her hips, taking his cock deeper within her. “For all of us.” “Oh, I’ll make it good, sorceress.” Augustine moved, pumping in and out of her with long, sure strokes. “Very good.” He kissed her neck, his love covering her with the most sensual of caresses. “We’re one now.” He captured her earlobe between his teeth and tugged. “I feel your yearnings, your desire.” She felt his desire also, and it escalated her emotions, making her heart beat wildly and her pussy throb. “And I plan to use that knowledge to make you my sex slave.” He grinned. “You can try.” She gave him her sweetest smile and constricted her pussy muscles around his fully entrenched cock. Augustine groaned, his emotions whipping them both, making Gloriana’s head spin with their intensity. “Ohhh…” She moaned. “Pleasuring you is going to make me come.” “Interesting,” their audience of one muttered. Pencil lead scraped against parchment. Fred was watching Augustine fuck her. He saw each slide of that big cock between her pink pussy lips, and he was noting in his book how Augustine’s ass clenched with every thrust, and how she panted, grasping his wide shoulders, hungry for more of her demon. “A vessel’s breasts are especially sensitive, Fred.” Augustine, that devil, knew the Elf’s scientific observation excited her. “You’ll want to record that fact.” He shredded her bra, exposing her breasts. Her nipples were painfully taut, and when Augustine flicked them with his tongue, she cried out, arching toward him. “Her pussy is tight, custom-made for her demon.” Augustine pounded into her, her bare ass smacking against the stone tablet. “Can you feel what I’m feeling, Gloriana?” he asked between thrusts. “Can you feel my cock driving into your hot pussy, and how horny that makes me? Fred needs to know this, for his article.” “Yes, God, yes,” she cried out, his words making her come. “Augustine!” Her orgasm ripped through her, and she grabbed onto him, needing his strength.
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“Fuck!” Augustine thrust forward, his love and desire and hot cum pouring into her, setting off a second orgasm. She shook, skin rubbing against skin, while he held her, his weight heavy and secure on top of her. “Concurrent orgasm, vessel and demon.” Fred’s voice was squeaky with excitement. “Does that always happen?” Gloriana met Augustine’s gaze. Should we? She pushed that question into her demon’s mind. He grinned, his cock throbbing inside of her. “If you want, we could come back once a week, and you could see for yourself,” Gloriana offered. They’d fuck on record, in the interests of science. “If I want?” Fred flew out of his seat. “If I want? In-depth scientific observation of a vessel and her demon has never been undertaken. My work would be groundbreaking. I’d be a pioneer in vessel research. We’d learn so much, we would --” “First learning.” Augustine rocked against her, his cock hard and ready. “Vessels boost a demon’s recovery time, even while he’s in human form. Ready for round two, sorceress?” “I’ll always be ready for you, Augustine.” Gloriana gazed into her demon’s handsome face, buffeted by his rising passion. “I love you.”
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