A demoness awakens LIV
Disclaim: The charas are not mine, they belong to Kim Harrison and her Hollow series.
Side-fiction: Taming ones lust

WARNING: Spoilers from "Black magic santion", and SMUT ahead^^
Pairing: Rachel / Al
Charas: Rachel / Al
Summary: Al has shifted shape on top of her. It didn't make it the experience bad, but what will happen as soon as she's awake again? See for youself.

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A demoness awakens LIV: Wild with lust

- Rachel -
It could have been seconds or hours which ticked by until I awakened once more. Al was still firmly planted inside of me. His weight was pressed to my backside, while his claws danced over my body. It sent sudders down my spin, which amplified my hold on his manhood.
Hell, this had been some awesome demon sex.
My shoulder was still throbbing with pain from his piercing. Luckily it was dull in comparison the other pleasant sensations. I had seriously never felt this content. Not even after binding us. His fingers danced more and I opened my eyes. The room was utterly dark but somehow I was able to see anyway.

His aura was as black as the darkness around us, but the resonance was different. His flesh looked like a comic done in blue outlines on black. It was the strangest way to see I had ever experienced. Still his claw wandered up and down one of my limbs. But it wasn't one of my arms, or my legs… I looked down and he paused.
"Rachel?" his voice was low and trembling. It made me shudder. And I wasn't sure if it was from lust or from worry.

At least he was able to speak again. His scent was calming me even before I could work up enough energy to freak out. My fingers found the part of my body he was stroking.
I touched it, but even seeing it, and feeling it under my fingertips, made absolutely no sense to me.
'I have a tail?'
"What is… this?" I asked. His fingers traveled down to its end and pulled it to his face. A wet tongue moved over the skin, flesh which was more snake-scales than skin.
Even though I was worried as all hell about it, I couldn't help but moan at his administration. Shivers of goose flesh ran over my flesh.
'Crap on toast, what's going on?'

"This was one hell of an encounter… you stripped me off my control like other people strip off clothes. Rachel, you even allowed yourself to lose it as well." he whispered against my tail. For the sake of the Turn, I truly had a TAIL. How could that be even possible? Panic nagged at the border of my mind, but his scent wound itself around me and made me sigh with pleasure.
"What… do you mean?" I asked and his tail swept my hair from my eyes… it touched skin and made me shudder against him. It had a similar effect on him- he grew hard inside of me once more. Why was he still in there?
"Did I burn even more witch out of me?" Even through all the walls he had been building around my mind, this managed to make me at least worry.

"Witch?" He kissed my neck and I couldn't help but sigh. My hips moved a little of there own, making him stir to full force. I was so lost.
Fingers touched my face, grazing parts which were as sensitive as skin but were on wrong place- did I have those hornlike ridges as well? I needed a mirror!
"Al…?" I wailed in worry. He just kissed me.
"My demoness." It was barely a whisper but it sounded worshipful. A new wave of longing went right to my core. That I was worried sick, weired out and not getting anything about what had just happened now didn't spoil anything.

"You're beautiful, my Jariathjackjunisjumoke." I knew it was my summoningname, and it should have made me angry that he used it- in bed- but it had a totale different effect on me.
Wetness pooled in my middle, right around his flesh. This was so perverted, he was a horned monster, and I had a tail, but it still felt so frigging right; him being there.
'Shame on me for even thinking that!'

"What is happening to me… Al?" I asked a bit bewildered at my reaction.
"You proved it more than necessary. I would never have even dared to dream about it. You accepted me… accepted this. We are in trouble, but there is no need to rush anymore, it's already done."
'Trouble, more trouble… we really don't need that. I don't need that!'
But hot air moved over my neck as he breathed down on me, rendering my thoughts useless with barely putting any effort into it. His fingers wound through my hair and jerked my head back. It wasn't painful, just possessive. And my middle started to burn with longing. What the hell had he done to me?

"Why do I have a tail?" I asked and the damn thing twitched in his hand as if I were a nervous cat. He held it, with force, but also with so much care. It didn't hurt.
"You revealed your demon-form. That's one hell of a compliment among us."
My heartrate sped up. I was pretty sure if there had been a radar trap present, I would have received a ticket.
"Demon… form? Al?" That worried my big-time. I shouldn't have a demon-form at all. His fingers danced across my middle and I moaned again.
"Stop that… I need to think about that. Tell… meeee." The last was weak and long, laden with lust since he began to move again.
"No you don't need to think about anything right now. You're safe with me, Jariathjackjunisjumoke." One of his claws touched my shoulder and trailed down in the form of liquid heat and ley line energy. He was seducing me, I knew it. That he used that name for a second time while he was still buried inside of me amplified my distrust, but my body had other ideas.

All on their own my hips pushed back against his cock. It sent shudders of energy and longing through me. His hand came to rest on my belly and pressed me against him. I sensed the ley line energy behind it, and even though I knew this was far from normal it caused arousal beyond anything I had ever experienced.
There was something utterly wrong and right at the same time. I sensed it right the moment his energy entered me. Something about me had changed, and I didn't mean the obvious facts like the tail. There was something else which was different, more important and on a deeper level than the outside. But I had no time to dwell in my thoughts since Al was pretty good at distracting me. He started moving faster.

My claws- and yes, they were real claws, just like his- burrowed deep into the mattress.
"I don't want you brooding. You should enjoy yourself… enjoy me, my itchy witch." The old nickname sounded so out of place in his bedroom with my tail slowly winding around his middle, but it gave me a piece of reassurance.
'Yes, worry about it later. Later is fine. Enough time… later.' The pulsing of the line was back, and it brought a whisper with it. Was there some sort of common instinct-ghost, like there was a demon-database with an own will? Crap on toast, this culture was weirding me out.

Al's motions grew more forceful again, which left me under him moaning with wild pleasure. His pounding into me felt so right, like no men had ever felt before. What the hell was wrong with me? I was having sex with a monster-demon, and to say I liked it was the understatement of the century. I loved it… his body, his scent, his dominance, the attention he gave me; loved it with all my heart. Sadly, the only thing I didn't love was him.

The fingers moved over my body, the line through my aura and soul, while his hard rock was buried inside of my wetness. He was building waves of pleasure… they swept through the room… and through me, growing in power and meaning. It was like being a drug addict. I wanted more. It took him only a few minutes to have me breathless beneath him, panting with the forth orgasm in less than ten minutes.
Why the hell was he able to rule my body like that? It was like he only needed to press a few buttons and Rachel-flesh moved according to his command. Even this little thought couldn't stop me from needing more.

I only noted that I had closed my eyes in bliss as sudden emptiness made me growl in dissatisfaction. My eyes shifted about the room, searching for Al, my ass was still up in the air. Wetness dropped onto the purple sheeds. It shimmered with the same blue outlines as everything else did.
It took me a few seconds to spot him, leaning against the and touching himself. Pleasing himself? He should be pleasing me! The demon became aware of my gaze and smiled, also done in blue outlines.

I could see more of him now. His arms were a bit bigger, his horns curved upwards in semicircles at the sides of his head. The tail was longer and wider than mine. His feet had some sort of an additional joint and fur at the ends, resembling the hind-paws of a wildcat. I wondered why he had no wings- weren't demons supposed to have wings?

His tail moved invitingly, scribing a quarter circle over the silk.
"Come to me." He whispered and even if it was quietly spoken it seemed to echo back from the walls. His words wrapped around my mind and the thought alone of having him back inside of me was enough to get me moving.
When had I lost my will to fight this? But even as I tried fighting it, I knew it was useless. He had me, and even that thought was a pure aphrodisiac for me. This whole thing was so totally beyond my understanding that I refused to even try it.

As I reached my demon, I crawl over his legs to his middle. My lips and tongue moved over his hot skin. Delicious, his skin was so delicious I could have spent hours licking the sweat off his body. His eyes were black and so were mine- it was time to change the person on top. My tongue- which I noted was still thankfully its normal length- found his manhood and licked the slit in its middle.

Tastes exploded in my mouth, a bit smoky, male, and musky, salty with some sweetness flavoring it. I couldn't withstand the pull to savor more of it. My lips closed around his head and I began to suck slowly. The demon beneath me moaned with the pleasure this evoked. His hands found my head, and I was sure he wanted to pull me closer to his hilt. My fingers snapped at his hands, and he dropped them. I wouldn't have him dominant while I was on top! My tongue started dancing wildly while I used my fingers to massage his balls.
Funny how he was able to keep them so hairless- there had to exist a curse for it. A curse I desperately wanted.

His claws raked at the sheets as I had done before. But even if he was able to control his hands, his tail had other ideas. I felt its warm roughness rubbing my middle, smearing wetness all over its texture. It sent shudders of arousal through me, but I growled nevertheless. My own one wound around it, even if I didn't know how I managed to move that thing. Moving a tail was nothing I had ever done before, but my body didn't seem to see a problem with that fact. Slowly I managed to press his tail down onto the sheets, my throat still growling at him.

Al went limb under me and let me take over the role of the dominant one. I woundered why he let me, but maybe it turned him on to be the bottom as much as the top. Perhaps it was demon-psychology, because I enjoyed both roles as well, at least with him.
My eyes found his and an idea was born in my mind. Whether it came from Al, from the pulsing line or from my own perverted thoughts, I had no idea.

Claws pressed against his balls made him whimper. Hell, this was utterly arousing… never thought I would get off on dominance that much. But that was far from the goal of this game.
The tip of my tongue slowly pressed against his opening. My demon writhed beneath me and as I channeled the line through these two points. He screamed. It was a mix of agony and mindless lust, and I only knew the later one because I was connected to him through the bond. It didn't make me pause and so I sucked as he came right into my mouth. It was warm and salty, the sweet flavor was missing but it didn't taste bad at all. And before I knew what I was doing I had swallowed it.

A new wave of arousal beat at me and I rose to his mouth and kissed him. My tail unwound from his and found his manhood, massaging it with more skill than I would have given the long thing credit for. Al groaned something at me and trapped my head with his hands.
His eyes were still black but laden with heat.
"By Chibirias of the earth… you're born for this!" He hissed at me and his own tail warped around my middle to draw me onto his cock.

It met absolutely no resistance on my account. But a part of my mind was asking itself what he meant with 'born for this'. If he even thought of turning me into his sex-slave I was going to rip his head off… or maybe just his balls. Sadly, I had to realize I was pretty much behaving like one already. This was a thought I didn't like at all. He got his hand onto my tail and started to pull it off his manhood.
Al was pretty careful while doing so, probably because he still needed that part of his anatomy and wasn't sure how I would take a more forceful trial.
Since I wasn't able to move it with my conscious mind he was well advised to be gentle. Suddenly he was buried in me as deep as before while his claws danced over my tail. A cry of utter passion rose and I let the line slash through him.

Even though he was moving inside of me, he didn't take the top posision and so I rode him while he began to caress my breasts, my throat and my hair. Both of us were breathing ragged and fast. His tail coiled around mine and rubbed it. It caused a sensation which left us screaming. Again he unleashed the line through me as he bit my nibble. My claws pierced his shoulder and I couldn't withstand the desire to drink his blood. The line collided inside of us, as we both tried to draw it through the other. It exploded, and we came, screaming.

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