Page 46 of Caressed By Sin
Fatou
Sex filled the rest of our day.
So insatiable, Azar taught me more incredible positions. Even crazier, I yearned for more and more.
And Azar was happy to oblige.
He fucked me anyway he yearned.
And I yielded to him, taking his cock into me and feeling changed with each thrust. The more I fucked him, the more I yearned to spend my life worshiping his cock.
My pussy loved tightening around him, milking him as he drove deeper and deeper into me. And when he came, I felt a sense of accomplishment, as if I had finally given him something that he needed, something that he had been searching for all his life.
Was this the typical experience of fucking an incubus demon? Or was what was happening to us unique from his other experiences? I tried not to let those thoughts fill my head. I did my best to not wonder any further on what this. . .whatwecould truly be.
Hours passed and I got lost in the blur of intense pleasure and erotic sensation.
I never wanted it to stop. The few times I became exhausted from all the sex, he gave me more of his blood, regenerating and rejuvenating my body. And I knew that I was transforming into something else as his power filled me.
What would my parents and tribe think of me if they knew?
Now I had vampire and demon blood coursing through my veins.
Was it wrong to drink Azar’s blood and absorb his magic? Was I slowly becoming an abomination against nature?
Those thoughts plagued me as we showered together. The space was small and barely fit the two of us, but we made it work. The showerhead let out a soft hiss. Warm water cascaded and swirled down our bodies. Steam rose around us mixing with the scent of our sex and soap.
Azar held me from behind. “What’s going through your mind, Hunter?”
I turned to face him and looked into his haunting eyes. “I’m just wondering if I’m becoming a monster.”
“You’re not a monster.” He kissed my forehead. “You’re the most beautiful creature that’s ever walked this earth.”
“But, your blood is making me more powerful.” A nervous chill ran up my spine. “Just like my husband’s blood, it’s changing me.”
“You were special and powerful before I met you. If I can increase that, then good, but my blood would only add to the massive amount of power you already have in you.”
“But—”
“Only you can truly empower yourself.” He gave me a smirk. “I’ve walked this earth longer than you, Hunter, do you think you know more than me?”
I rolled my eyes.
“Exactly.”
I smirked. “By the way, when are you going to stop calling me Hunter?”
“When you get rid of all those damn needles that put me to sleep.”
“Then, I guess you will be calling me that forever.”
He groaned in annoyance.
Hours later, we were dried off.
I put on white panties and a bra. Azar hissed when he watched me slip garters on my thighs. His anger was probably due to the venomous needles secured to the garters.
“You will not be using those needles tonight.” Azar frowned.
