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Let’s Get It On

L anding on the bed took her breath away, and she started to laugh again. Rafferty looked down on her, lying beside her with his arms framing her body.

“Why are you laughing?” he asked, concern pinching his face.

She reached up to rub it away. “Lovemaking has lots of laughter in it,” she said sweetly.

“Lovemaking,” he repeated softly. “Then I’m not doing somethin g wrong?”

“No, of course not. You’re doing something very right,” she assured him. Raising her head, she nuzzled it into the crook of his shoulder where it met his neck, kissing and nuzzling until she found the perfect spot. Again, her lover shuddered and cupped her in his arms like she was the only buoy in a ra ging sea.

“Helena, I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispered.

“Then don’t,” she said and slid her fingers down his stomach to open the button on his pants. Like with the shirt, when she went to try to slide them down from his body, she found the material simply gave, tearing silently away. He shifted above her, so that his bare skin pressed along hers, and she opened her legs to welcome him in. His mouth came down to engulf one of her breasts while one of his hands attempted to wrap around what couldn’t fit and failed. This time she arched against him and let his obvious show of skill spea k to her.

Again she giggled when he rel eased it.

“You are surprising me,” she said.

“Why?”

“One moment, you seem like you don’t know what to do, then the next you do something like that, like an expert. It’s a bit discordant.” She slid her hands down his sides to cup the bones of his hips, encouraging him to slide forward as she kneaded her fingers into the flesh of his backside.

“I… I’ve had sex before,” he stated with a note of defensiveness, “but… this… It’s not like tha t at all.”

“No, it’s not. It’s better,” she assured, then gasped as the tip of him bumped her. He didn’t go immediately in as she expected but slid himself along her, sharing the intimate touch. She loved it too and arched once more to exert more pressure as he slid back, eliciting just as much sensation. The tip of him bumped her pearl of pleasure, and they both reacted to the spike of lightning.

“I can stop,” he offered. “I can still please you without…”

“Could you get me p regnant?”

That froze him like he had turned to stone, as if the idea hadn’t occurred to him. “Uh… yes. The magic of this body is the same as the magic I would put into food,” he admitted, already backing away. “It could force you to conceive if I intend ed it to—”

“Then would you wear a condom?” she asked, as if it were the most natural thing in the world to request of a demon.

“Uh… I…”

“Will a condom stop it?” she asked, sitting up more on he r elbows.

“The magic can overcome any earthly barriers… but again only if I will it to,” he c onfessed.

“So I’d have to trust you not to will it to?” She arched an eyebrow at him. “Can I t rust you?”

“No, I’m a demon,” he started to say, but she cupped his face to meet her eyes. His denials shifted to acquiescence. “Yes,” he whispered. “Yes, you can trust me.”

She smiled at him, then turned to her side drawer and removed a pack from within. It was a new box, and as she tore through the side and then individual wrapping, he leaned down to kiss her bare shoulder and places on her back that tickled and pleased at the s ame time.

When she turned back, he let her take control, waiting patiently as she slipped the condom over him, measuring his girth and length with h er hands.

“There,” she said softly, satisfied with his proportions. He made his own adjustment while she grabbed up a small bottle of lubricant, just to assure the next few moments would be entirely su ccessful.

He kissed her again on the mouth, sweeping his tongue in. She needed no coaxing to meet it. Again, she slipped her hands around his hip bones and encouraged him forward. This time when his tip met her, she angled her hips so he slid where she wante d him to.

“Oh yes,” she moaned as he slowly filled her, taking his time for their bodies to acclimate with ea ch other.

“Helena,” he groaned in return when he had reached his hilt. He held there as she squirmed beneath him, her own body clenching and unclenching around him in response. “You mercy, y ou grace.”

“You torturer!” she gasped and laughed in the ne xt breath.

Grinning, he pulled back again so he could press forward, slowly at first then building in speed as their breath kept pace. It felt wonderful. She locked her legs around him, holding him closer, as each stroke felt like a conversation inside, him discovering nuances and eliciting her responses. Her focus was so fixed on how it felt and what they were doing, that she didn’t notice at first that as the pace increased, Rafferty kept physically shifting.

Like someone was playing with a switch, she saw him flip between the two selves as he struggled to hold the human illusion. His pace would slow as he started to lose control and increase when he got it back. Helena didn’t say anything at first and focused only on how it felt, letting him try to work it out without her distracting him. But while the teasing was delightful, the more he struggled, the more the pace was th rown off.

“Raffie, let it go,” she finally gasped out between breaths.

He shook his head, unable to say anything beyond a guttural grunt as he tried to do two all-consuming things at once.

“Raffie… Raffie, please,” she begged as the tension inside kept building, screaming for release. She needed to cum so badly. “Raffie…”

“Hel—” was all he said as his wings spasmed into being behind him, creating an umbrella over them. She vaguely heard the sound of her lamp being knocked to the ground and the room became dimmer as the majority of the light was now cast under her bed. In the darkened room, she looped her arms around his neck, feeling the wrongness of his skin as he kept fluttering. She didn’t care. She needed him. Now.

“Let go!” she shouted.

“Helena!” he ground out like plea, like a desperate prayer, finally doing what she asked, becoming the full demon he always was. She grabbed his horns for purchase as the feelings inside her crested, the wrongness stimulating in an unprecedented way. Her eyes screamed shut as she slammed back into the bed. She could feel him doing the same as they locked together. Energy coursed through her, igniting every nerve with mind-blowing pleasure.

If this was what people felt when enjoying the company of succubi and incubi, she got it. It was so much better than anything she had ever ex perienced.

Yet, she couldn’t imagine what was so wrong or dark or evil about this. She had had empty sex before. It had been pleasurable, but this was something so much more. She knew she had said she loved him and she thought she had, but this was something else. This was something she couldn’t put words to. Looking up at his twisted face, he shifted once again. He wasn’t demonic, or human—he was… just Rafferty.

As the last tremors of their lovemaking shivered between them, he returned to himself and the world shifted back to her bedroom around them. And then he physically shifted off of her, pulling hims elf free.

She couldn’t move or comment on any of it, but he rolled onto his side to fiddle with himself, probably removing the condom. Then he righted her lamp on the floor so it threw out twilight, enough to see but also dim enough that she could just go to sleep.

“Are you alright?” he asked, his voice warm when he turned back to her, holding back as if afraid that she may pull away now that the deed was done.

She turned herself to face him and reached, demanding him to come closer with a child-like sweetness. Kissing his chest just below his collarbone, she then nuzzled him with her nose as her answer, all the while smiling.

He pulled her close to him. “You are a miracle , Helena.”

“Hmm, that is a much better compliment than ‘Well, you’ve paid in full.’” She had meant it as a joke, but she felt him stiffen inside her arms and not in the good way. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have s aid that.”

“Why not? It’s true,” he said disparagingly as he stroked her hair.

“Oh I don’t know. I feel like you’ve given to me as much as I’ve give n to you.”

“That’s why this act is so easy for one of my kind to draw from. It’s the natural way it works. You get pleasure, but we take from you, like the monster s we are.”

“Shhh, that’s enough. That’s my boyfriend you’re talking about, and I’ll have to beat you up if you keep talking shit about him,” she said sleepily.

“Boyfriend?” he w hispered.

She wanted to say something back, to clarify or confirm what she had just said, but the deep, warm waters of sleep were pulling her under, and she didn’t have the strength to resist the m anymore.