*He Tasted Sin, Sweet and Dark Mixed Together

𝐂𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐀𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞

𝙎𝙪𝙘𝙘𝙪𝙗𝙪𝙨, 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙤𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙘

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I was suddenly in his arms, blurring across the hallway until I told him where my room was. He almost tore my door from the hinges, throwing me to the bed, not giving a second look at what my room looked like.

"I fucking need you," he growled, stripping his clothes before grabbing my ankles and dragging me to the edge of my bed.

What stood before me was art, Deimos was like a Greek god to me. Towering over me, muscles slightly flexing, he wasn't too burly like those weight lifters, I was never into chest hair but he had me rethink my taste, oh là là, the happy trail leading to his—Mother Lilith, he was hung and very happy to see me. That dick would pulverize my vagina, sweet Hell.

It's not those 12 inches legends I kept reading about but it was close. It looked like 12 inches, there's no way that's 12 inches.

Was this mother felt when she met my father? The contentment, the feeling of being complete--well, almost complete because I'm not taking his essence.

Deimos leaned down to me and our lips met. He kissed beautifully, his lips soft at first as they met mine, parting my mouth, widening it slowly with small nips, his tongue delving deep, sliding against mine. His hand landed on my hips before sliding around to cup my ass. He let out a deep sigh as he murmured my name against my lips and took my mouth again. He tasted sin, sweet and dark mixed together. Our hands were all over each other. My roaming hands were on his chest, feeling the muscles underneath his skin.

Kissing him was like holding the Flames of Hell, hot and vibrant and lethal, I want it. It's the kiss women wants to experience, the one you'll remember when you're old and gray.

But we were immortals.

I spread my legs, tempting him. His mouth curled up in a predatory way and I felt like I'm his prey, it was new to me. This sensation that I was at his mercy, it was thrilling and sensual.

"Fucking beautiful," he snarled and went for the attack.

Deimos nipped my inner thighs, his hands held my thighs open as he trailed his lips—"You smell divine." Kissing my thighs. "I wonder how you taste." Then he gave me the first lick.

I whimpered, gripping the sheets. Deimos was mercilessly attacking my center. "You taste like ambrosia." He growled against me, the vibrations added sensations.

Deimos had to restraint me because I was rubbing against his mouth, basically abusing his mouth. I cried out as the climax was coming closer.

"So fucking wet."

He crushed his mouth against my sex almost too violently, and I succumbed to the punishment his lips and tongue are unleashing upon my body. To make everything so much better, he pressed one forearm over my waist and let his fingers fall to my clit; pressing down on it, he started stroking while he sucks and licks.

"Oh, Sweet Mother Lilith," I moaned, my quivering voice exploding in the silence. Arching my back, I rested my hands on his head and tangled my fingers in his hair; I started yanking on it harder with each passing second, and the next thing I know I'm dangling over a cliff of pleasure.

I came like a tsunami, screaming and crying. This was different from others, more intense and nerve-wracking.

He lapped the juices then stared at me with a wicked grin. "Any reviews?" He joked.

"100 Yelp stars." I breathed out, panting then went to pull him closer to me and met his lips for the first time.

We kissed slowly at first, tasting each other, indulging our needs. Our tongues wrestled against one another, our kiss something so wild and fierce that I don't even know how to process it. My hands went for his erection, I gripped it even more tightly and I started stroking him.

The feeling of him, warm and hard, and that was for me only. I made that dick hard.

Deimos pulled away and groaned, his hips fucking my hand, his hand stroke my clit, already slick with my climax.

"I need you inside me, Deimos."

"I love how you say my name." He said, pushing me against the bed, my hand dropping his erection. He gave me a great show of him stroking his impressive length.

Deimos positioned himself at my entrance, arching my back, I let out a loud sigh as I felt the tip against my folds. He started rubbing its thick tip over my slit, teasing me endlessly, and I buried my fingernails in his back as he does it. "Fuck me... fuck me now," I told him, completely unable to endure any more of his teasing. I must have him, and I must have him right now.

His hands are on my thighs, and in one hard thrust, he slid in. I opened my mouth to moan but all I let out was a croak of pleasure.

"I-I, so tight." he groaned.

As Deimos began to thrust, his movements keeping a steady growing rhythm, the feeling was ineffable. I crossed my legs behind the back of him and he immediately reacted by placing his hands under my knees. Pushing my legs up, he placed them over his shoulders and leaned forward. As my body bend, his cock goes deeper inside of me.

"Too much, too much." All that long length was inside me, moving in deeper than I anticipated. "Oh, fuck..." I gasped, the cock inside of my sex filling me up completely and pressing against a sweet spot deep inside of me.

"Harder!" I cried out, the wet sound of his shaft sliding in and out of my pussy driving me completely mad.

"You're so... fucking... tight..." Deimos groaned between his thrusts, now reaching for my breasts and squeezing them eagerly. He pinched both my nipples at the same time, holding them between his thumbs and index fingers, and he intensified the pressure until I simply can't bear it any longer.

Throwing my head back, I then arched my body and let ecstasy climb up my spine. It felt as if I've stepped on a live wire, and now electricity was raging inside my body.

I don't think I've ever felt something as intense as this.

We both came at the same time, he was beautiful to look at and he was mine.

He just didn't know that.

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I didn't feed on him, no matter how much I wanted to. Grandmother said the first taste of our mate would put us in thrall for days. The need to complete the bond, to fuck, to feed, to claim would be intense.

Feeding on Deimos would hinder my ability to do my contracts, his too. He would feel the urge to fuck me on every once of the surface available.

I laid on Deimos's chest, panting as I tried to catch my breath. I don't know how many times he made me orgasm but after the first round, he took me from behind, my favorite position, especially when he spanked my ass and pulled my hair. Even thinking of that made my sex wet, sweet Hell, I'm tired but my vagina thinks she's a goddess who wanted another round. After he took me from behind, we did reverse cowgirl, my ass was red after that.

We didn't even have a date before we began fucking. I laughed suddenly, we took things to a rush but it was worth it. His dick was a gift to me.

His fingers ceased trailing in my spine, stopping at my butt cheek. "What's funny?" He murmured at my ear, his breath tickling me.

I looked up and met his striking grey eyes. "We didn't even go on a date,"

He chuckled and leaned back, resting his head against the pillows, closing his eyes. "We never did," he said, smiling. "Tomorrow, I'll take you out to a perfect place."

"I'd like that," I said, kissing his chest. He let out a heavy sigh at the contact, pinching my ass. I let out a yelp and chuckled, biting his jawline.

"Did you feed?" He asked as he caressed my butt.

I stiffened under his hold. I didn't expect him to ask me that. "I already fed." I lied, smiling at him like I'm drunk just to sell it.

Not everyone knew how succubus and incubus feed, only their partners knew, and most were bound not to say a word.

Dorin—yes, I'm thinking about another man while I was with Deimos—was never bound but I could trust him. Besides, Dorin's essence could last me for days.

"How do you feed?" I contained my sigh of relief at his question.

"By sex, dummy," I said like it was obvious but sex was just the cherry on top, the essence was the full ice cream flavor.

"You feed during sex? The actual activity?" He looked like he couldn't comprehend it. "My resources said you feed on essence not cum."

I laughed out loud, it was dry and forced, it was like a knife to the tense moment, slicing it off. I sat astride him, his eyes never straying from my face, most men would stare at my tits rather than my eyes.

"Want to put it to the test?" I said as I wiggled against him.

He was already hard and ready. "Fuck yes,"