She licks her lips and nods. “I understand. But…”
“But?” I prompt when her eyes slide away and up the wall.
“Are you mine?” Beautiful in the way that she always is on the ground beneath me, her warm brown eyes search mine. “I need you to be, if I’m to be yours.”
I give her question thought.
“Yes,” I say eventually, arriving at the inevitable conclusion, “because I despise all beings, and have no intention of ever speaking to anyone other than you or our offspring. So yes, I am yours to have all to yourself, and it will be more than enough, I swear.”
She laughs lightly and it softens her face, bringing an unexpected warmth to my chest. “You don’t have to make everything sound like a threat, Sepher.”
“Ownership is a threat, dear Grace. You are speaking with a demon.”
“And you’re speaking with a human. We’re wildcards, to everybody.”
“I agree with you there.”
“So we have an agreeable exchange? I get you? You get me?”
I pinch her nipple again and she moans. “For each other’s obsession, attention, and affection?—”
“—and my bathwater?—”
“And your filthy bathwater—” Saliva floods my mouth at the thought of it. “Yes. The exchange is agreeable.” Grabbing her by the arms, I haul her on top of me until she’s straddling my hips. “Now, break the circle,” I growl.
She shimmies lower, reaching down and grabbing my hefty erection. Pressed up against the magical barrier on two sides as I am, my tail is curled uncomfortably beneath us, yet I still groan in pleasure as she positions herself and slides her wet labia over me.
Forgetting all about the confinement, I grip her hips and shove her down until she’s taken every inch of my cock into her tight pussy. Her pleasurable cries build as I grunt in time, rocking her roughly back and forth—giving her another taste of what she’s agreed to forever—her little noises growing with my need to thrust fervently inside her.
I grind her back and forth on my cock, arching my tail up into her, forcing her knees off the floor and into the air. Her slick leaks out and all over me, allowing me to use her harder, faster, the way I must. “Mine,” I growl, impaling her small human body on my cock repeatedly, pistoning deep within her until her moans pitch into a sharp wail.
Bright lights erupt from her skin, blinding me as her pussy constricts, a vice around my cock. With one final thrust, I bear her body down on mine completely, clamping her on my cock as my own climax jettisons inside her, filling her with seed. She keens and moans, her eyes closed, her head back, taking everything as I hold her fast. She shudders as her sheath continues to clutch and release me with each fresh wave of come.
There’s no water this time to wash it all away.
When I’m done, I loosen my grip and she drops to my chest, reaching over my shoulder to scratch the edge of the summoning circle. I don’t move even after it’s broken. I’m content to hold her close to me, not wanting to release her, never wanting to release her.
It might have been millennia since my fall from the Heavens down to the darkest ocean of Hell, but until Grace, I’ve never felt it, never understood the full point until she made me fall all over again.
I will fall again. For her.If that is what she wants.
Easing her down, I pet her hair as she rests her cheek on my chest.
If that is what she asks for. And if she’s the one that decides to fall, I’ll be there to catch her.
I’m already here at the bottom, after all.
Epilogue
Grace
This day has been a long time coming.
A long, long time.
Guiding my blindfolded parents slowly out onto the dock, I lead them one step at a time out over the water.
“Are you sure we have to be blindfolded? This doesn’t seem safe,” Dad whines. “Why can’t we just stay on the deck?”
