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“Fuck.” I let my eyes close for a moment and reach deep enough to feel perfectly satisfied. I could stay completely still like this and be heightened enough sexually to cum with my added imagination.
It’s so much easier to please us Nephilims versus Malevolence Fae, but I want to drag this out for Orpheus’ sake—and pleasure.
“I’ve missed this cock of yours,” Orpheus groans. “Fuck…”
“Just how I’ve missed your delicate ass,”I whisper in the hollows of his mind before I inch out a bit. “I’m gonna get moving.”
“Please,” he begs. “I need this, Daemon. So… fucking much.”
I know.
That’s why, against the odds, I brought him here to fuck the built anxiety and stress of today out of him.
“Now moan for me.”
When I begin to move, he has no choice but to obey—the pace determined by the spikes of lust that rush through both of us. This is the level of intimacy I can’t deny in the slightest. Being connected to another. Enjoying the way his temperature spikes only with me while I fuck him from behind. Our energies and the way they begin to sync with one another is what heightens these sexual experiences to different astral planes.
Where his thoughts so easily drift into my mind and his emotions seek refuge in the depths of my heart.
When we fall into a rhythm, it feels as though we’re one person. Every spike of lust, hunger, and devouring passion consumes our senses, leaving us moaning, grunting, and pleading for more.
A part of me wants to make this fast.
Another part wants this to never end.
I can’t decide what the fuck I want between the two, so I run with my instincts, even as I sense the foreign energy getting closer this way. I’m hesitant to stop, especially when we’ve gotten this far, but what plays with my senses is how this foreign energy feels familiar and comforting.
I know this essence. I’ve sensed it recently.
How tempting it is to think it’s the very princess who stole the show of the entry trials and left Orpheus and me horny to get this sexual tension tamed before we have no time to appease each other’s needs.
Before my ears catch on to the approaching footsteps, I realize it’s too late. There are not enough seconds to cast a spell or hide our auras that are synched into one unit.
The moment someone hits close to our radius, the sphere of magic that cloaks is energy and bodies lowers exceptionally, which leaves me one of two options.
See who it is and knock them out before they make a sound or face the consequences head-on.
My hips won’t stop, the fullness that radiates through Orpheus and me too hard to resist. We’re a lost cause when together, and now someone was going to walk right in and witness our dirty little secret.
To see the sight of a Nephilim prince and Malevolence royal fucking each other like ruthless lovers.
When my eyes lock on the individual who turnsinto our lane, I need a moment to just breathe while my body hums in delight at the powerful being in my line of view.
Darling Nightmare.
She doesn’t even notice us; her eyes are strictly on the array of books as they scan and stop on a particular book.
“No fucking way!” she hisses in disbelief before she grabs the book on the shelf as if it’s the key to her breezing through N.M.U.
Only we’re in the smut section of books.
She’s carrying an expression that makes it seem she discovered the holy grail as she further inspects the book’s spine, edges, back, then the discreet front.
“I wonder if I say the book was burned to a crisp by accident, I’d only pay a fee,” she ponders.
Then she’s grinning from ear to ear.
“Lyrica. You’re coming home with me.”
