Was it a dream? He couldn't tell! He knew that if it was a dream, then, he would want to do it again and again.
Remembering the softness of Christal's skin, the feel of her skin under his hand, the taste of her lips. He still wanted to feel them and the sensation of being inside her...it was the most beautiful thing he had done in his life; he wanted more and even more ... If what he thought was true, and it was a dream, then, as usual, Chistal Would be there, somewhere around and tempting him as always.
He didn't want to be tempted anymore, no, he wanted to give in to this temptation. He had to tell her as soon as possible... his cock was rumbling and he could feel it harden just at the thought of the woman he now knows love and desire more than reason.
How many times did he deny it? He rejected her, he kicked her out but now he can't live without her. He needs her for his sanity. She needs to be there for him to take possession of his body... he needs her!
He pulled the covers close to him, getting up as if stung in urgency. He felt the morning chill hit his naked body...was this a dream? Why did he feel so fulfilled… had he been relieved in his sleep? What the hell had that demon done to him?
" Christal"
He called as he knew that she was still there… still around him, surrounding him with words that made him shiver. He waited a moment but no answer came, his heart racing like crazy... was she gone?
Did she just want to sleep with him and then leave? No, she said that she was now his wife, that she belonged to him, and above all, she told him that she loved him.
Had she lied to get him to give in to her? He was a demon, it shouldn't have surprised him that she used him, but that didn't stop the pain that began inside him … She had no right, not when he needed her so much.
He gritted his teeth and decided to call again. She had to answer, she had to be by his side no matter what happened and if necessary, he would go and look for her in the forest of nightmares.
He knew that she came from there, all the beasts and evil creatures that inhabit these lands come from there... it was there that he met her so he was sure that she would be there.
" Christal…Christal Goldish where are you?"
He gritted his teeth but just as he was about to hit the bed in frustration, he heard a sleepy growl beside him and the bed shifted slightly.
He looked where the noise was coming from and his heart only missed it...Christal was there languid in his bed with marks of their lust all over her body...marks that said she belonged to him.
They had done it so many times the day before, he had missed lunch and dinner, no one coming to bother him, or at least he hadn't realized it, bewitched by the body of Christal.
He hadn't been hungry, no, his only desire had been to satisfy his insatiable desire for this demon who had squirmed beneath him with so much lust and debauchery.
His gaze was borrowed from indecency while he was going back and forth inside her.
She was licking her lips every time he hit her with all the force he had in his hips, she had screamed his name so much that he now had her voice in pitch in the spirit.
How many times had he filled her with his seed? But he hadn't had enough of her and it was certainly her who had driven him to sleep to rest. Otherwise, he would have done it all night and at the beginning of the day. He wanted to continue enjoying this sweet luxury.
He found her naked exposed to him while her breasts, whose nipples were swollen and bruised by the bite marks he had made on her, demanded that he touch them again. No, she was there, her body half covered and completely submissive to his vision wasn't just an illusion...she was there not like the insinuating shadow that had been following him and that only he could see. No, this time, he could feel it in touch, she was real, to the sight and the touch...
Instinctively, he raised his hand in front of her and directed it towards her face, wanting to admire all its features, to feel that she was there, to know that her words from the day before were real, that she loved him and belonged to him.
He wanted to reassure himself that this morning would be the beginning of an eternity with her. From this day on, he would have to live this kind of awakening for the rest of his life.
" Christal…"
He lowered his face slightly closer to Christal's as their breaths mingled and her particular smell tickled his nostrils... that special smell between blood, sulfur, and death... but that smell was also the smell of passion, desire, and his love for her...he could get drunk on it, he could get drunk on her every day.
Gently, he put his lips to hers, usually that never happened. She touched him but he was unable to touch her, he would always sweep the air and feel frustrated after trying but this time, it wasn't the case... no he was able to touch her
When he truly realized it, his brain reassured his senses that what he was feeling was real. He shifted and deepened the touch of their lips. His lips moved against hers trying to force their way through to taste the warmth of her mouth and play with the tongue that was just waiting to dance with its tongue.
It wasn't so easy because Christal seemed detached from everything. It annoyed him a little so he decided to play with her body to force her to open her mouth to him.
His long, slender fingers began to trace furrows on her skin down her neck in a slow line to her chest. He felt her tense, her lips tightening slightly, he smiled and continued to explore her body. She had been the one tormenting him for weeks so he would be tormenting her as she rests.
He cupped her breast, his finger making small circles on the nipple which hardened as he stroked it. It felt so good to touch her as his cock against the bed began to ache. He stood up a little to give his cock more space and found himself straddling her as the excitement inside him grew like a flaming ember.
He stroked the hard nipple with two of his fingers and finally, Christal had the reaction he wanted from her. She moaned into his mouth offering him entrance as his other hand moved down her stomach to her crotch.
He sighed at the sensations under his hands and let his tongue in to find its sister. He was about to engage in a sensual dance between the two when he felt Christal laugh in the kiss. He pulled back suddenly wanting to see… wanting to admire her beautiful green eyes but he found them golden and he scowled.
" Good morning my love... already hungry in the morning?"
" Christal…"
He sighed her name as one of his fingers slipped inside her getting sucked in by her warmth, it was nice.
" Why did you frown? don't you love me"
He shook his head in disagreement before leaning down and kissing her lightly on the forehead. He came down on the bridge of her nose to finish on her lips. His finger inside her continued its movement, Christal on her side sighing in relief at the sensation. his finger inside her, his hand pressing her breast and his lips on her face...he had become her husband trying to satisfy her without her having to provoke him. It was nice to get something you've wanted all your life and finally get it with so much satisfaction.
" It's just... that... I like your green eyes... and the golden ones... don't… I don't like them"
He punctuated each of his words with kisses on her forehead, her lips, the corners of her lips, her cheeks, and her cheekbones to finish with her eyes.
" These eyes are the expression of my desire and my love for you...you will see and you will understand when our love materializes."
Christal put her hands around Claude's neck in their fiery kiss as he pulled his finger away from her, and his hand from her chest gripping his lover's hips with a firm, hard grip.
" I love you, Christal...I love you."
He whispered against her lips as she smiled, her fangs biting Claude's lips.
" I love you too Claude."