The Duke's Bride

[Countess Elaina Moorwood]

I moan gently wiggling beneath him

[Marian Hawke]

"Hmmmm," he murmurs, mouth still around her nipple. Then he lifts his head just a bit. "Good, but not yet screaming, I'd say. I'll have to go lower." 

Gently, he kisses his way down the outside of the gown, lowering himself down the bed until he can crawl up under her gown. There, he kisses his way up her bloomer-clad thighs, until finally he reaches the gap at the top, licking at the very edge of her slit. 

[Countess Elaina Moorwood]

I wimper as a shiver runs down my spine. Moisture pooling between my legs pushing at the very damn he I'd so close to breaking. My body aches with need and I feel my demonic half aching with hunger. I want nothing more than to drop my shielding and feast on our lust but still I restrain myself it would be rude to be so free when he still holds his nature unknown and powers in check

[Marian Hawke]

His tongue is warm as it laps at her slit, pushing its way inside. Too warm, perhaps; it's warm in the room, as it was in the tent, but maybe that's the excitement, the arousal. 

[Countess Elaina Moorwood]

No I can feel it like sweet wine and insences his powers responding to mine. Demonic energies twisting together like two streams becoming a river. It's hot and heady and pulsating. I cry out in shock and ecstasy as my shields are pulled free his toung plunging into my cunt. I shudder and moan one hand twisting into his hear the other in the sheer

[Marian Hawke]

Little sparks of tingly static play up and down her legs, her arms; they don't seem to be under conscious control, but they seem summoned by his attention to her clit, his lapping and sucking. 

[Countess Elaina Moorwood]

I feel him his energy pulling mine towards him.  I feel myself shift my teeth sharpen my ears langthen my cunt is aching but so is my soul. I can feel his demonic side calling. It is so close so strong so intoxicating. I want it I want him. I want him in my bed, in my body, in my soul, and in my head. I see a vision flash in my head. A black throne a dark king and me in fill form on a gold chain as a true succumbs should be. But I a. Here and now and he  is calling me to him not some fictional master in the depths of my fantasies. He is all I'm caring for in this moment. My cries of need echoing of the walls

[Marian Hawke]

Garrett grins to himself. Screams of pleasure, check. Pants still on, check. I win the bet. Then he dives in, using fingers and tongue to try and push her over the edge. 

[Countess Elaina Moorwood]

Never has losing a a bet felt so good. As I fall over the edge panting and screaming. My legs draped around his shoulders. There's a flash of light as I cum my body simultaneously feeding as it is fed on.  "You win" I pant slowly moving off him. "How can I reword you?" I pur

[Marian Hawke]

He looks stunned a moment, then grins. "Do you know, I hadn't thought about it?" he quips. "Perhaps I'll just hold it over your head forever."

[Countess Elaina Moorwood]

I laugh and pull him into my arms kissing my juices off his face. "If you'd like I can return the favor....." I say fingers stroking his hair

[Marian Hawke]

"I somehow doubt it," he laughs. "But perhaps next time."

[Countess Elaina Moorwood]

I laugh gently "as you wish. Still if there is anything you want ask of it"

[Marian Hawke]

"I don't suppose you have a magic dohicky that will find my parents," he jokes. 

[Countess Elaina Moorwood]

"I don't but there is a small ritual that will find your blood kin." I say calmly

I know the facts, many demon children are abandoned once it is known they have their parents powers, and in some cases even killed for it.

There are rare cases like mine where when someone is having difficulty conniving a sucubus is used to take the husbands sperm and then impregnate the wife. But even in those cases their is a chance that like me you will take after the sucubus and not the parents