Newly-weds

Fiona showed him her palm, the same symbol charred into hers. "It is. I can already feel your energy flowing through me."

He sighed with deep relief. The pain was settling down. More importantly though, Fiona was not going to die. Being in her embrace brought him peace of mind.

"So, what happens now? Do we move in together like newly-weds?"

Fiona laughed. "There is one itty-bitty perk I failed to mention before."

"Which is?"

"A soul binding ritual is considered a formal union. So..."

The realization crashed into his mind like a runaway train while simultaneously sending pulses straight to his cock. "We can have sex?!" he asked loudly.

She snickered. "Not the most romantic of responses, but yes."

Drayce got to his feet with renewed vigor. He reached for his demon bride's hand, helping her up. "My place or yours?"

Fiona tossed him her trademark sultry grin. "Mine. It's closer."

She wrapped his arms around her neck and grabbed hold of his waist. Wings unfolded, "Are you ready?" she asked.

"Ready."

She leaned in to kiss him as her flapping wings lifted them from the rooftop. Diving over the edge, they plummeted toward Earth, kissing passionately without a care for the danger at hand. He trusted her implicitly, and the adrenaline coursing through his veins added extra sensation while he sucked on her devilish tongue.

She spread her wings wide and jerked them upright. She released him for a brief moment, only to grab hold of him again from behind.

"I've got you, don't worry," she said in his ear.

"You about made me shit my pants!"

They glided through Chicago's downtown, weaving around tall buildings and radio towers, looping thrills and chills through the sky. His demon lover showed him such beauty of the city as he had never seen before. This feeling was indescribable.

Fiona landed gracefully in the underpass she called home. Again, Drayce was weak in the knees, almost falling. She opened the portal to her lair.

"Shall we?"

Drayce walked to her and scooped her up in his arms, her body light as a feather. Their eyes locked. "Now we can go."

He carried her through the portal. Stacy rushed to greet them.

"Stacy! Sit!" Fiona commanded.

She promptly did as she was told, sitting on all fours. She watched as Drayce carried Fiona to her bed.

The detective sat the succubus on the edge of her bed. Their lips met briefly before he broke the kiss. "I want you natural."

She tilted her head. "You mean..."

Drayce nodded.

Fiona's dark curved horns protruded from her head, her wings expanded, and a small slinky tail slithered out from under her dress.

"That's better," he said, and lunged at her. She fell back onto the bed with him on top.

He explored her mouth. Her forked tongue felt weird, each tendril wrapping around his tongue. He knew then that sex with Fiona would be an entirely new experience. No it's not sex but lovemaking.

"I have dreamed of this for so long," Drayce groaned.

"Did you touch yourself?"

Drayce grinned. "A few times."

"Me too," she returned his grin.

Drayce threw his trench coat aside. After undoing the first few buttons of his shirt, he impatiently ripped the rest off. He would not spend another second missing the feeling of her body against his bare skin.

His mouth met her neck -- kissing, sucking, nibbling. The slits in the sides of her dress made convenient entrances for his hands; he stroked up and down her silky-smooth legs.

Drayce noticed Fiona's mannerisms were different from when he saw her sex-play in the past. Never before did her breathing come in such fast short pants. She wanted him as much as he wanted her.

He reached behind her neck and pulled the halter strap of her dress over her head. Ever so slowly, he moved the dress down under her glorious breasts to expose her hardened nipples. He kneaded her swollen nubs in his palms, toying with her irresistible tits until she was squirming and murmuring beneath him.

Fiona's purrs beckoned him to take her into his mouth. He suckled her nipple hungrily, savoring every inch of her body. Her pheromones quickly flooded his nostrils; arousal radiated madly from her hypersensitive nipples.

She cupped her other breast and raised it to his face, begging him for more. He obliged and sucked hard on her perfect flesh. He rolled his tongue around her nipple repeatedly while his hand glided up under her dress. His fingers brushed against her slick pussy; she quivered at his touch.

"Fuck me, Drayce ! I need you to fuck me!" she begged.

"Not yet," Drayce teased, with a seductive smile of his own.

He climbed off the bed and pulled her to the edge. His grasping hands eased her thin dress from her; gravity piled the fabric on the floor. He beheld her demonic naked body and knew it was now his. She rubbed her clit with her fingers, teasing him mercilessly.

There was no longer reason to show restraint. He knelt between her toned thighs and rested them on his shoulders. The object of his deepest darkest desires was so close he could feel the heat of her pussy on his nose.

Once he touched his tongue to her clit and took in her essence for the first time he became intoxicated. The small juicy sample Stacy gave him before did not compare. There was no place he would rather be than sucking on Fiona's succulent pussy. He could, and would, feed on her forever, and never complain.

Fiona gripped her bed's comforter so hard her knuckles turned white. Drayce 's tongue was buried inside her, fucking her pussy with long smooth strokes.

"Don't stop!"

Her thighs locked around his head. With a hand full of his hair she bucked her hips against his face. Her orgasm crashed through her body with the force of a tsunami.

Drayce inhaled deeply when Fiona's thighs released him. He had almost suffocated. Almost. But it would have been a hell of a way to go.

She sat up with lust still in her eyes. "My turn!"

He stood while she tugged at his belt. She jerked his belt with so much force it ripped several of his belt loops. Unzipping and ripping his trousers, she wasted no time and took him into her mouth to the hilt.

"Oh fuck!"

He had been in her mouth before, but not like this. This time he was able to appreciate every stroke, every lick, every slurp her mouth was willing to give.

She grabbed the base and slid her forked tongue up his length, nestling his shaft in the 'Y' of her tongue. It felt incredibly arousing to have both sides of his cock licked at the same time by a single tongue.

Fiona slipped her hands under Drayce 's butt and pushed his groin upward. She inhaled his manhood to the base -- and stayed there. He felt the tickle of her tongue slithering under his balls, licking its way to his puckered hole.

God damn, was she full of surprises!

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