There was a palpable energy as we rode the elevator, a spark that passed back and forth between our bodies, a promise of what was yet to come. We hadn’t spoken since our kiss. I felt we had arrived at an understanding. For now, there was nothing else to say.

The elevator stopped, and the cage door swung open. As we walked past the guards, I gave them each a nod but paid them little mind otherwise. After we entered, I shut the doors and dragged my armchair in front of them. I didn’t want any interruptions. I had already asked Ilmatar to keep my schedule clear until after lunch.

When I turned back towards the bed, I saw Mona had already fallen upon it, lying on her back as she kicked her slippers off her feet.

I moved to join her, taking off my shoes as I stumbled towards bed. She was smiling, her whole face aglow. I realized I could tell when Mona smiled if it was genuine. I had seen her happy enough times now to recognize the warmth in her eyes.

I fell into bed next to her, landing on my side, my eyes roaming over her alluring form, her curves only partially contained by the flowing, dark fabric of her robes. She reached down and began to loosen the sash around her waist.

“What would you like to do?” I asked her.

“I’m supposed to ask you that question, Master. But if you insist, um, well…” She leaned in and whispered, “Don’t you want to fuck?”

As she said the words, so straightforward and brazen, I felt my heart jump, and my cock harden. “I, uh, I don’t suppose demons use birth control, do they?” I asked. “Because I’m concerned our current life-and-death situation isn’t conducive to having a baby, Mona.”

She laughed. “Is that what you were worried about? There’s a spell for that. If I Will it so, I won’t get pregnant.”

“That’s convenient.”

“It is,” she said, smirking at me. Then she put her hand against my chest, pushing me onto my back. “So don’t worry about it.” She climbed on top, straddling me, and began to slip out of her robes. They fell from her shoulders seductively, revealing her flawless pink body.

Underneath the robes, she wore a simple black bra and panties. Nothing like what she’d been wearing our first night together. I wondered if she’d thought that I wouldn’t see them—if she assumed we would be at odds all day today. It made me happy, knowing we had made up sooner than she’d expected.

Mona’s simple underwear hardly mattered, as her body looked stunning in anything. The black fabric of her bra clung tightly to her skin, her nipples poking through. Each of her breasts were just slightly too large to fit in my hand, and they bounced as she slipped out of the last of her clothing and squirmed against me. We grinded our bodies against each other, causing waves of pleasure to spread through me.

I ran my hand across the side of her face, tracing her contours with the light touch of my finger. I leaned forward and kissed her again, her lips soft and full, tasting of honey. Her tongue crept out, probing between my lips expectantly, and I greeted it with my own. I wrapped my arms around her back and pulled her against me, feeling the heat of her, partly to reassure myself she was truly here. To convince myself we both were real, and I was not simply dreaming.

“Thank you,” I whispered in her ear, laughing, seeing her face grow a deep red at the forbidden words. I caressed her cheek and felt the heat radiating off her body. Despite her embarrassment, there was a kind of power in gratitude—she had seemed to receive so little of it in this life. But it was an understatement that I felt indebted. I owed my second life all to her.

I undid my pants and began to slide them off my hips before Mona lost patience and tugged them the rest of the way. There was a hunger in her eyes, a raw need that made my cock harden further, that made me feel light-headed with desire. There was nothing hotter than a woman like her yearning for me.

I pulled off my shirt, too, briefly getting my head caught as Mona unhooked her bra in one smooth motion. It fell away, exposing her beautiful breasts, her nipples firm and hard, her dark red areolae soft under the touch of my waiting hands.

Mona closed her eyes and moaned as my thumb slid past her nipple, winding lazy circles around it, playing with her. We were in no great hurry, and I wanted to take my time. Foreplay was like foresight. I thought most people had too little rather than too much.

I moved my lips down her neck, kissing a trail across her breasts and down to her stomach. I glanced up at her and saw her staring back down at me, a dazed look in her eyes, a crooked smile on her lips.

I moved her next to me, climbing on top of her, pressing her down with my weight. For now, I avoided touching her panties directly. I focused on her thighs, kissing her skin and massaging them with my hands, then traveling down her legs, showering each inch of her with attention.

Once I’d wound my way back up to her lips, she shook her head in disbelief and pouted at me. “Taking your sweet time, Master? Aren’t you going to fuck me?”

“I will, if you beg for it,” I said.

“Oh?” She turned crimson again, as deep a red as I had ever seen her lovely pink cheeks turn, and then she giggled. “You do have a little badness to you after all.” She fixed me with a severe look, then slowly whispered in my ear, “Master, your High Priestess begs for her offering so that she might worship you—all of you, body and soul.” She spoke each word with conviction, her voice full of desire. “Please, Master, use me as your instrument. I beg of you, fill my dirty demon cunt.”

My cock, if it was even possible, grew even harder. I smiled at her. “I was planning to eat you out first, but if you—”

“Just fuck me!” she screamed, her voice full of indignation as her body squirmed underneath my hands. “You’re such a tease. You can eat my pussy later, Master. I want your seed inside me.” She looked almost embarrassed to admit it. Her hunger wasn’t just an act to turn me on, she had truly grown impatient. I supposed that since we’d fought last night, I hadn’t delivered on my promise to provide her a daily offering this morning. Had the lack of it began to disturb her?

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“Oh?” I backed away from her, leaned against the pile of pillows, and began to slowly stroke my cock.

Mona watched me pleasure myself, her dark eyes following every move. Her lips parted slightly, and her tongue just barely slipped out. Was she panting?

“You truly are evil,” she said, loud enough I wondered if the guards or even the demons in the floors below us could hear.

Without warning, she dove forward, her lips finding their way to my cock as if guided by magic or sheer force of will. Her wet lips glided past my tip and down my shaft. Her tongue worked eagerly against the underside of my glans.

I gasped in pleasure. It was unexpected, though not unwelcome. I must have pushed her to her breaking point, and she had finally decided to take matters into her own mouth.

“Mmm!” She moaned around my shaft, continuing to work my tip delicately for a few lovely moments, jolts of pleasure radiating from the pressure of her tongue as I felt my toes curl once again.

Her head dipped lower until she took my entire shaft within her mouth. I could see her throat bulging with my cock, and I placed my hand on the back of her head, winding my fingers through her cobalt hair, and stroking one of her horns with my thumb. She stayed there for a long moment, working my cock with her throat and tongue as I thrust gently against her face. This caused her to moan even louder, and I smiled and closed my eyes, my head falling backward, enjoying the tightness of her throat.

At last, she released me, gasping for air, a strand of saliva dripping from her lips. She licked it up, then smiled at me. Mona gazed at my member, glistening in the red sunlight streaming through the windows. I was as hard as I had ever been, and I could see the hunger still in her eyes. Giving me head had only turned her on more. I don’t think I had ever seen a look of such desire as I did from Mona, in that moment. If I didn’t grant her release soon, she might explode.

I reached for her underwear and peeled them away. They were sticky with fluid. She was already flooded, and I had barely touched her.

She had waited long enough. I placed my hands on the side of her waist and lifted her until she was aligned with my tip, then rubbed myself against her. I could feel her body, soft under my hands, soaking in our mutual pleasure.

I looked up at her and saw she had closed her eyes, a broad smile on her face. I worked myself in, just an inch or so at first, surprised at how incredibly wet she was. I was able to slide in despite her tightness. I wondered if all succubi felt this way, or if she was exceptional even in this.

I continued to work myself into her little by little as she stretched around me, until I felt comfortable lowering her fully onto me. Inch by inch, she had given way. Now that I was entirely inside her, I reached under her ass and began to bounce her up and down.

She opened her eyes, gasping in pleasure, her body falling forward until her head found rest on my shoulder. She loudly moaned in my ear, then said in a breathy voice, “Oh, Master, I’ve waited for this for so long.”

“You were very patient,” I replied. “I hope it was worth it.”

“More than worth it,” she said, gasping as I began to grind firmly against her, still working myself in and out of her, sliding back and forth within her dripping wetness. “Do I feel good? You have no idea how eager I was to please you.”

“You feel incredible,” I said, smiling at her. I held her still for a moment. I’d already felt myself starting to get close, overwhelmed by stimulation, but I wasn’t ready yet.

I lifted Mona up, and began to work her up and down again. This time I moved slowly and carefully, waiting for her to find a rhythm of her own so I could match it, my hands gently squeezing the curves of her hips, her body riding gloriously up and down on my shaft. It was a feast for my eyes to see her bouncing, her mouth agape and thighs jiggling as she rode me. I wondered what they called this in Dreadthorn. I doubted they had any cowgirls here.

Maybe just one.

I closed my eyes, moaning in pleasure, and saw our Wills intermingling, even more than our last time together. In places, it was hard to see where my Will ended, and Mona’s began, so deeply entwined were the strands of light that spread out between us, binding us together.

Was I doing this? Or had it merely happened to us, a product of our mutual desire?

“You’re incredible,” I whispered, and in response, I felt her squeeze even tighter.

“Am I?” she asked. She released for a moment, then squeezed me again. The sensation was incredible.

Mona gripped me as she rode, and soon she was squeezing me in time to our movements. I grew excited as I thrust into her, adjusting the angle of my hips to rub her g-spot, even as I reached forward and began to rub her with my fingers.

“I exercise all of my body,” she said, grinning. “All of it.”

I couldn’t argue with that. I could feel her tight grip, squeezing me as if she would never let go. She rode me wildly and with abandon, and I guided her with my hands on her hips. I kept reaching back to squeeze her plump rear, running my hands across her curves.

She leaned forward until her breasts hung above me, and I placed my face between them, kissing the soft, pink flesh as I massaged them with my hands. My hand reached back and found her behind, squeezed it, spanked it. A stinging crack sounded, and she let out a sigh and said, “Harder!”

So I did, repeatedly, as she kept gasping in pleasure and egging me on. With each crack of my hand against her flesh, each moan and quiver, each breathy murmur in my ear asking me for more, I feared I had gone too far. But probably, compared to a demon, I was positively tame.

I felt something within me, the realization that I was responding to Mona’s obvious pleasure. If she liked this, then the truth was that I enjoyed it too, and I could not help but wonder what else she might love. What other acts we might revel in together.

She began to ride me faster, and when her body rose, I could see her wetness on me. Then she lowered herself again, until I was deep inside her, every nerve igniting in pleasure.

Sensations threatened to overwhelm me as I felt myself grow closer than ever to orgasm. I tried to hold on, clenching my muscles tightly, holding back my cum even as it built within me, my willpower straining. Mona seemed encouraged by the excitement she could no doubt feel in the spasms of my body.

But then I felt something more, Mona’s own pleasure beginning to pass some threshold, rising within her, a turbulence in both our Wills. And so I realized something had changed, that somehow I could feel what she was feeling.

My eyes snapped open, and I found myself staring into her eyes. I could tell by the look of wonder on her face that the same thing had happened to her. She could feel what I was feeling, too. It went both ways. Somehow, my pleasure and her pleasure had become entwined like our Wills. It was our pleasure, now.

Her mouth widened, and she began to tighten, no longer contracting at a steady rhythm but instead grabbing at me without release, eager to receive my climax. She fell onto me, no longer bouncing, only shaking against my body, moaning softly into my ear, and I lay there in awe as I felt her orgasm.

A storm of pleasure passed through every cell of my body, and my orgasm rose to meet Mona’s. My twitching cock erupted inside her, the intense pleasure searing my nerves in a moment of ecstasy.

And so, we had come together.

We had both felt everything, every sensation, the pleasures of our bodies combined. I had not just felt the euphoria of her orgasm, but also a kind of joy, the pleasure she felt at being mine, at having me within her—a pleasure that was not even purely sexual, an intimacy that was growing fast between us, exemplified by our bond.

Perhaps I recognized this feeling of hers because I felt it, too. Something had changed within me—within each of us. I felt a renewed strength inside myself as if I could run a marathon or wrestle a bear.

But after a moment, I realized that I still hadn’t softened inside her. My member was still rigid, my heart still pounding, and so I began to move inside her again. She gasped, and I whispered, “How about it? Are you ready for more?”

Mona’s smile, her pleased laughter, was all the answer I needed as I flipped her over.