Lorelei had a hell of a time getting back to Alex's house that afternoon. She had felt everything. Every bit of it. Felt herself eaten out, felt herself magnificently and fiercely fucked and cuddled and caressed and fucked again. Everything had that rush of a first time as well, so far in the past that she couldn't even remember her own and hardly even gave it any thought in the last couple thousand years.
Onyx wasn't a virgin by strict interpretation. She'd been had before, Lorelei knew now. There was no sensation that fit the breach of a hymen. But this was her first experience with a man. Lorelei was absolutely sure of that. She was also absolutely sure that poor Onyx would be hard-pressed to ever have another experience with a man this good, either.
Twice, Lorelei considered pulling over and allowing her orgasms to overtake her. This was after the pair's first marathon rutting, too, which Lorelei had experienced in the appraiser's parking lot under cover of her supernatural powers of concealment. A third time, not far from Alex's home, Lorelei did in fact pull over and allow herself the pleasures of her own fingers between her legs while Alex rode Onyx to ecstasy yet again.
The bond between master and slave grew ever stronger, she knew. At this point if she had the chance to confront the man who'd attempted to bind her, only to have Alex come along and screw it all up, Lorelei wouldn't have the words to thank him enough.
She gathered her self-control, covered the remaining distance to Alex's home, and parked the car. Then she started moving up to his mother's condo with the sensation of Alex's cock once again thrusting in and out of her with every wonderful step.
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"Oh God," Onyx moaned with a smile, "I don't know if I can do this anymore." She'd lost track of how many times he'd gotten her off. She'd lost track of time. If this went on further, she'd probably lose track of her identity.
"You okay?" Alex asked. He kissed her cheeks, her forehead, her neck.
"Hell yes," Onyx grinned, kissing him back. "I feel amazing. You're amazing. You'd better not be a one-time-only kind of guy, mister."
"No way," Alex huffed. "We've really only done one position. Two if you count earlier," he added, causing them both to blush a little. "And you're not even entirely naked yet."
Her grin became sly. "We'll have to save that for next time, then."
"Deal."
"Much as I don't want you to get off of me," she said, "I could really use some water."
"Oh!" Alex blinked. "I've got you." He withdrew, leaving them both feeling just a tad less pleasured as they disengaged, and after a two-second detour to the bathroom he came back with a towel for her. "Don't know if you'd like this or not," he said a bit shyly before heading back out of the room.
Onyx blinked. She hadn't expected him to be that thoughtful, certainly not after all that exercise. She rose up from the bed as he walked out, using the towel only momentarily but wanting to look at him again as he headed down the stairs.
She liked the way he looked, especially to the spiritual sight that she'd had to practice for so long. His aura revealed compassion and humility and purity of spirit. There were black marks, too; everyone had those. Yet by and large Alex's were small, most of them even insignificant. He had the bright, vibrant aura of a genuinely good person.
Onyx smiled at him as he headed down the stairs, and as she looked for things unseen by ordinary people, she saw something meant to be unseen by any.
She was tall and dark-haired and beautiful. Gorgeous enough to make Onyx feel plain, even... except for the twin scars on her head, just below her hairline. Like thick gashes had been cut over her skin. The woman smiled as Alex came down the stairs toward her, saying nothing to him but watching as if he'd seen her. He didn't stop on his way to the kitchen, but she followed.
She had a tail. Onyx saw it swaying from underneath the woman's short business skirt. Onyx wasn't supposed to see the woman at all, she was sure of that, but moreover, no ordinary person would have ever seen that tail unless the woman willed it so.
Only Onyx knew that wasn't just a woman down there. She jerked back away from the staircase before the woman looked up at her, then saw that she had followed Alex into the kitchen with a smile on her face.
Her mind racing, Onyx rushed back into the bedroom, quickly gathered her clothes, and then locked herself in the bathroom in a panic.
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"It was wonderful in ways I would not have imagined, Alex," Lorelei whispered into his ear. He stood at the kitchen counter pouring water out of a pitcher while she slipped up behind him, moving her hands over his chest. "Our bond must still be strengthening."
"This was much more than a rush of vitality and healing for me Master. You didn't have just her. You had me as well... or, more accurately, I had you just as she did. It was breathtaking for both of us. I could feel every lick, thrust, and orgasm you both had. It was so strong, it left me satisfyingly weak in the knees and dripping wet," Lorelei confessed in awe.
"Well, now I'm really glad you're okay with this," he murmured. "I was afraid I was delaying our plans for the weekend. I didn't want to disappoint you."
"Master," she whispered, "never, ever hesitate on my part. Have any woman you want, and with her you will have my joy and my thanks."
"I should go back up there," he said.
"Go," Lorelei consented with a smile. "Take your time with her. I'm enjoying this as much as either of you. Just... take me the moment she leaves. I desperately need you," she added with a wink.
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It was the simplest, most basic of purification spells. If she'd been subjected to something serious, it probably wouldn't work. But she had to try something immediately. First aid, if nothing else. For that, she always carried sea salt in her purse.
Onyx brushed a small pinch of salt across her forehead and threw it into the sink with the faucet running. She did so again with salt across her heart, then again just below her belly. She murmured the words, trying to keep her voice down even though Alex and whatever that woman was were still downstairs.
With this done, she looked in the mirror. She didn't feel any different. Her body was still riding so high on the rapture of hours of wonderful nonstop sex. But her mind and her heart were thrown for a loop by this revelation. If anything had been altered about her, if she had been manipulated through some supernatural means, it was well beyond her ability to break right now. That, or she hadn't been affected at all. One or the other.
His aura shone with benevolence and life, but there was an invisible woman with a devil's tail connected to him somehow. She didn't want to leave him here. It wasn't right. She had to get him away from her -- from that -- and make sure he was okay. Unless, somehow, he was part of this, and everything about him was a deception beyond her means to detect...
Stop. That doesn't make sense, she told herself. That he could fake his aura was a pretty big stretch to begin with, and everything in his home stated flatly that he knew nothing of any Practice she had ever heard of. Furthermore, if he could go that far, or if that woman could, then clearly she shouldn't have been visible to Onyx at all regardless of the Practice she used.
Whatever was now going on had begun well before Onyx got here. He was hale and hearty. Illness or fatigue would have shown in his aura. Any drain in his soul would have been visible to her as well. This was bad, but it was not an emergency. The emergency, instead, was hers.
Onyx looked at herself in the mirror. She had another minute or so before her presence here became suspicious. She could already hear him coming up the stairs.
Rummaging around in her purse, Onyx pulled out a tiny pill bottle filled with snapdragon petals. She quickly murmured words in Greek and Hebrew mingled with English as she placed a petal under her tongue. She hoped the universe would not hold this one spell against her. Deception was not a pleasant way to go and it tended to incur a threefold response, but all she wanted out of this was a smooth and inconspicuous exit. Lying wasn't high on her list of social skills; she needed this boost of guile. Onyx rolled the petal up from under her tongue, swallowed it, and took a deep breath before opening the door. She kept a pinch of salt at the ready in her right hand.
"Hey," she said softly, finding him sitting on his bed again. He offered her a glass of water, which she accepted with her left hand. She drank it down with hardly a pause.
"You're dressed," he observed. There was some slight disappointment there, but he didn't want to guilt trip or push her. That much was obvious.
"Yeah. I hadn't realized the time. I really need to go. Got places to be soon." A lie. Not a big one, and arguably only a half-truth, but not the way she wanted to handle things. Then again, she didn't want a demon in his house, either.
"You're sure? I haven't made you uncomfortable or anything, have I?" His concern was plain. It only made her melt a little bit more inside.
She nodded. "It's not you. It's nothing bad," she replied, lying once again. Looking at him like this, trying not to think of what they'd just done for one another and seeing that he could clearly perform yet again made leaving difficult. Part of her wanted to ignore what she'd seen and stay in his bed even longer.
But she couldn't. That was unthinkable now, at least until she had a chance to cleanse and to think. Onyx looked up at him, then pulled him close and kissed him. Her right hand slipped behind his head and let the salt fall onto his hair. She broke off the kiss, leaning her forehead onto his, murmuring something very softly.
"What's that?" Alex whispered.
"Nothing. Just that I really like you. I don't want you to feel like I'm running away from you."
"If you say that's not what you're doing, I'll take your word for it," he offered.
She smiled a bit. "What are you doing this weekend?" she asked.
"I've kind of got plans, but they're flexible. Party tomorrow night but I think it's all people you don't know. And I'm, um... well, like I said, there's someone..."
Onyx nodded. "Yeah. Me, too. It's fine. I just wanted to know if it's okay to call you if I've got the chance. No promises," she added. "And no hard feelings if I don't call."
"Of course. Call me anytime," Alex agreed. He grabbed a receipt that had been lying on his desk and wrote his phone number and email on it, then handed it to her. She took it and smiled.
"Okay, I've got to get out of here, or I'm gonna wind up jumping you."
"That's bad?" he grinned.
"Don't," she grinned back, gripping one of his shoulders firmly. "Don't tempt me. You have no idea how easy that would be for you, so I need to trust you not to. Please."
Alex nodded. "I'd rather be your friend than your bed buddy. But I'd much rather be both," he added only half-jokingly.
"Thank you. For this. Today. Everything." She got up.
"I should walk you to your car," Alex said.
Onyx laughed and shoved him back onto the bed. "Not like that you can't. I've really got to run. I'll be in touch. Seriously. See you later, Alex." With that she moved quickly out of the room and down the stairs.
At the door, a hand reached out and softly covered hers. She was sure she wasn't supposed to see it, but she was on her guard now. The touch was electric, almost paralyzing and delicious all at once. Trying to maintain her façade of unawareness, Onyx paused.
"He wants you," a sensuous woman's voice whispered directly into her ear, setting Onyx's desires on fire all over again. "He wanted you from the moment he first saw you, and will want you again. He will please you again. You can trust him. You're safe with Alex." With that, the hand slipped away.
Onyx shuddered, then opened the door and went outside with all deliberate speed.
Lorelei smiled as the young woman left. She sauntered up the stairs, feeling her master's desire for her. The succubus expected to find him sitting or laying on his bed. When he was at the doorway, waiting for her, she was taken by surprise. Lorelei yelped happily as he yanked her close, kissing her wantonly and pushing her up against the wall.
She slid one bare leg up along his, her skirt hiking up invitingly as she moved. Her panties hadn't survived the drive home.
Alex's stiff cock rubbed up against her wetness, probing only for a moment before he took her without further preamble or foreplay. Lorelei let out a loud grunt of appreciation as she was speared up and back into the wall by his erect phallus.
His voice in her ear was somewhere between a whisper and a growl: "You're mine."
Her hungry grin of acknowledgement deliberately encouraged him. "Yes, master. I am yours." He fucked her against the wall as she did everything she could to accommodate him. He was only being playful for the most part, but there was growing acceptance that thrilled them both. "I am yours, and I have never been happier."