I nod as we stagger through the open cellar door. She presses the brick, letting the door close, leaving us breathing heavily on the other side.
“Shit, Walker. That thing really got you.” She says, taking in my injury.
Black spots fill my vision and I sway on my feet as I crouch down in this cramped space.
“Oh, holy shit, please don’t pass out on me in here.” She yanks me down to my room, my back feeling like it’s on fire. I fall on my bed, my eyes rolling back in my head from the pain.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, hold on.” I feel a warmth fill my body as Salem puts her hands on my back. Immediately the stinging subsides.
“I need more power. I’m all tapped out.” She says. “I need to learn how to not exert so much in one go.”
“I’m sure it just takes practice.” I catch her nibbling her lip, her face streaked with dirt and blood, most likely mine.
“Spit it out Wildcat.” I groan out, reaching my hand up to cup her cheek.
“I need to clean you up and heal you. Are you… well enough to give me a power boost?”
“I could be dying and still want to stick my cock in that perfect pussy of yours Salem. The answer to that will always be yes.”
She gives me a smirk, shucking off her bottoms, and coming over to help me out of mine. She straddles me gently, guiding my tip to her entrance. We’re covered in dirt and blood and who the fuck knows what else, and I’ll definitely need to wash my bedding later, but all those worries filter out of my head as she sheaths my cock inside of her.
She lets out a satisfied moan as her body begins to glow. She rides me slowly, taking her time, working her hands down my back one inch at a time.
“That’s my good fucking girl.” I say reverently.
I feel my skin begin to knit back together as she takes her pleasure from me, one thrust at a time.
It doesn’t take long before she’s speeding up, becoming rougher with how hard she’s riding me. I grab her ass with both of my hands making her slide down on me harder and faster. My strength returns and I give her exactly what she needs.
I feel her clench, she throws her head back, eyes closed as she reaches her climax.
I follow close behind her, releasing a hot stream of my come into her. My orgasm mixing with hers.
She looks down at me, her glow dimming as she comes down from her high. She kisses me soundly on the lips before hopping off me with a wink and a sashay of her perfect ass. She goes through my drawers and pulls on some clothes that make her look like she’s drowning in fabric. It’s so fucking cute.
“Let’s get this shit cleaned up before we tell the house there’s a fucking monster living in the cellar.”
“What do you think it was?” I ask, getting dressed in some new clothes. I start pulling off the bedding, wanting to get the reminder of how close I came to dying out of here.
“Your guess is as good as mine.” She says, helping me to discard the mess we’ve made. “Demons, monsters, witches. What the fuck else is there?”
“Probably vampires. Werewolves.”
“Angels? Gods? Lions, tigers, and bears?”
I feel a flair of Wrath at those last questions. She stills watching me. “I guess that means yes to those two huh?”
“He seems angered by it, so I guess yes.”
“Do you think they look like us?”
“Hard to say. I’ve always pictured wings, maybe a glowing halo.”
“I always thought demons would have horns and tails. Not hot as fuck muscles and whiskey-colored eyes.”
I let out a laugh, “Well, I’m possessed by a demon, not an actual demon.”
“Potato, potato.” She says, making them sound exactly the same.
