Everything was right again! There was no finer place to be than held in her arms, embraced by her smooth calves as she flexed her hips up to meet me where we joined. I watched her round breasts shake under me, her rosy nipples bobbing, fascinated by the jiggling of her curves as I penetrated her most intimate place, merged with her in her sacrosanct sheath. The wet, slick mess created by the merging of her vanilla lust and my seed created the perfect lubricant. When we kissed, her breath was sweet, and the smell of night-blooming jasmine was intoxicating, how had I not recognized it?

I interlaced her delicate, soft fingers with my loathsome claws, never wanting to let go again. And I wouldn’t! I’d been such a fool! I couldn’t speak, speech failed me; I was bursting with emotions so foreign and potent I felt strangely weak, yet brimming full. I tried to demonstrate my resolve with my body, it was the only way I knew how to communicate these strange impulses. I had to go on instinct alone, I couldn’t remember anything that I’d been taught any longer.

I was feeling too much! Her sensations, her reactions were teeming through me like the fiercest of electric storms, frying through my body and expanding my mind with their strength. As I buried myself in her hungry, wet slit, again and again, I felt more ecstasy than mere nerve endings could possibly account for.

It wasn’t just any tight, moist pussy I was within; I was making love to my angel again! My nightingale! And I could taste her joy, sense her delight when I touched her skin. When I kissed her, her heart beat even faster, she released even more norepinephrine, serotonin, and dopamine, and the taste was nonpareil.

It was like a dream. Dazed, I reached to knead her breast with the hand I wasn’t using to support myself. Her skin was so silky, the tissue underneath firm and resilient in my palm. I squeezed, watching her nipple stiffen by my thumb. Yes. MINE.

I pushed into her again, keeping our pace slow and deep. I could feel her swollen, little, pink jewel peeking out from its fleshy cave, rubbing against my pubic bone when I was fully seated, and she moaned. Sublime.

I pulled back and thrust again, kissing her smooth, dimpled cervix with the head of my cock. “Andy…” Ahhh! I loved it when she moaned my name!

I bent and licked a droplet of sweat off of her neck as she started to tighten around me, savoring the salty flavor. My beautiful, little lark.

I would bring her to Heaven, give her climaxes until she could no longer walk. Perhaps then she would forgive me my transgressions, if only I could show her how sorry I was… I had to try. I pumped into her delectable sheath again, relishing the feeling of her nails raking down my back.

The taste of her love, her adoration was ambrosia on my tongue as she moaned prettily in my ear. I wanted to hear her confess her feelings for me; the thought sent a bolt of urgency through my length. I wanted her to accept that she loved me, declare it to me, be glad for it again, even after all I’d done. I wanted her to be joyful once more to be MINE.

I felt the pressure, the need building as she constricted steadily around me. I involuntarily increased our cadence, wanting to feel more of her skin gliding against mine, and faster, to taste more of her pleasure as I took her. I kissed her briefly before I couldn’t restrain myself. I had to hear the words again!

“Tell me!” I gazed down at her now wide, brown eyes, confounded with bliss.

She didn’t seem to understand. “What? Uhn!”

“I know you love me!” I was panting and the stimulation was overwhelming. I had to fight the urge not to take myself over the edge again. But I needed to hear her say it! “Say it!”

She drew me closer with her arms, moving to whisper in my ear. “I love you-“ As soon as the words were out of her mouth, I felt the greatest joy I’d felt in hundreds of years! In my ecstasy, I bit down on her neck, accidentally breaking the skin in the fervent abandon of our lovemaking.

The moment the two small beads of her blood hit my tongue, I became a changed man. Demons inherently respond very strongly to blood, and I was no exception. I felt a shock go through me as my cock throbbed with a demand to discharge, at once! She was MINE, I was fucking her well and hard, and I would fuck her forever, fill her full of even more of my seed. Her holy place was my temple alone at which to worship! MINE!

I growled and thrust rapidly into the luscious, wet slit between her supple thighs as I suckled, hard, on the two pinhole cuts, cherishing the small taste of her life force. Delicious! MINE! I could tell by her flavor that she was near orgasm, her blood, her mind, her hammering heart, everything gave away that she was near fulfillment. I plowed into her, adoring every second in her smooth body, I could feel myself leaking from anticipation and the need, the pressure as I approached my own inevitable end.

Yes, my angel, there, I could taste it! She was almost painful around me, such a torturous embrace-

“Andy!!!” I howled as I exploded, shooting my seed into her delicious, wet, cunt as it contracted around me, milking me for still yet more. The rapture of her orgasm tore through my mind and body, rendering me senseless, forcing every last drop of semen from my body into her sacred passage as a tribute and offering to her magnificence.

For the first time in hundreds of years, I collapsed, post-coitus, on top of my partner.

Notes

Night-blooming Jasmine.

What do you think? Has Andy really screwed everything up? Has he gone off his rocker? Or will everything go totally smoothly, without a hitch?