Authors: Silvana S Moss
Demons of Lust (3 page)
“So, you are Christian, mon amour?”
she asked.
“Oui, but if Monsieur Edwin of Kent could love you, I think I can too,” Leon said, “Come with me. We’ll go to my apartment.”
The pale demon held onto her new
lover’s arm as they walked down the street towards his home. She was completely
in love with him, something she had thought would never happen again.
After Alfonso’s death she was so devastated that she isolated herself and grew
very ill for almost a century. She then took to finding cheap, petty love
to fulfill her needs. Real love satisfied her like nothing else, but it
hurt so bad when she lost them. She was so lost in thought, she didn’t
even notice that they had stopped and Leon was unlocking the door.
“It’s not much, but it’s comfy
enough,” Leon said, leading her inside. He had barely closed the door
when Dominique began to kiss him again.
“Leon.. I never thought I would
love someone again,” she whispered as she kissed him. His fingers found
the zipper of her dress and pulled it down. She let the blue material
pool around her feet before she stepped out of it. Leon stared at her
body. Though he had seen it three times before, during the spell, it was
still stunning. She had curves in all the right places, and her breasts
were the perfect size.
“Make love to me, Monsieur
Lambert,” she whispered, “I promise I will do everything to make you happy.”
Leon lifted her and carried her
into his bedroom. He laid her on the bed and leaned over her, one knee
between her legs, pressed up against her black panties. He kissed her
chest, his hands squeezing her breasts. His kisses traveled lower and he
heard Dominique’s breathing begin to shake.
“You really are impossible to
resist ma cherie,” he whispered, his tongue flicking out to taste her.
Her body jumped and she gave a slight mewl.
“Please, make love to me,” she
pleaded, “I need you mon amour. I need your love.” She got on her
hands and knees and found the button of his pants, undoing it and pulling the
zipper down. She gave a throaty moan, her hand rubbing over the bulge in
his briefs.
“Is this for me?” she asked,
looking up with a twinkle in her eyes.
“Dominique…” the Frenchman
groaned. Her slender hands continued to rub over the uncomfortable bulge.
“Leon,” she whispered, “I love
you.” She straddled his hips, rubbing her body against his. A wet spot
was forming on her black panties.
“I don’t want to lose you,” she
panted, “Pardonnez-moi.”
She kissed him deeply. Leon felt strange. Something was changing inside of him, and suddenly, he needed her,
twice as much as before.
“What did you do?” he asked as he
pushed her back on the bed.
“I am sorry, mon amour,” she
whispered, “But I cannot bear to lose another lover. You are like me
now. But we will feed off of each other. As long as you love me,
and I love you, life will be perfect.”
“Dominique…” Leon looked angry, but she thrust her hips up, rubbing against him. His anger faded
and he moaned.
She rolled over so he was beneath
her and left wet kisses down his body.
“Do not worry mon amour, I know you
are new,” she said, “I will take care of everything.
She slowly peeled his briefs down,
tugging them lower. His need was growing with every second and her desire
was escalating as he stared at her.
“Soon, we will be one,” she
whispered, climbing over top of him. And as they were united, the two felt
something that they thought perhaps they would never truly feel. Absolute
pleasure, mixed with absolute peace.
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