Demon: The Fallen

"Have you ever had the pleasure of doing the tango?" Enumael asked, cutting her off as he slipped his hands about her waist. "Of all modern dance, it is certainly closest to mimic the passion of the ancients." He added, his eyes fixed upon Elise's form, drawing strength from her growing need to impress him, in its own way, a sort of worship.
 
"Mmm, the two share little in common, Salsa is more of a blending of several different dance and musical styles, lively and upbeat. Where Tango is physically emotional and intimate, it is nearly like making love with the music of your partner's soul. It is more than just a dance, it is an expression of passion." Enumael explained as he clicked through several songs until he found one suitable to tango to. "Care to try?" He asked with an inviting grin.
 
Elise nodded and waited for him to teach her. Another exotic dance, she wondered where he learned such exotic dances, such a very exquisite man, she thought, as she stood in the center of the room waiting patiently as he chose the song. "A song in which you can nearly make love I think I can do that." She winked at Norman
 
"Here, I think you should get a kick out of this..." Enumael said as he found a version of "Because the Night" made to suit tango dance. It was completely instrumental, but familiar enough.

Enumael played his hands a mere fraction of an inch above Elise's cloths as he stood so near she could feel the heat of his body. Once the music broke into the fullness of the first chorus, though, he grasped her about the waist and drew her in against him, so that she could feel the fullness of Norman's masculine frame.
 
Elise gasped as she was pulled up close to Norman, feeling his body close to hers, enjoying the feel of his masculinity. A slight tingle ran through her body as his fingers grasped her waist.

She gulped and whispered,"Loving this already." Elise managed to look into Norman's eyes.
 
Enumael circled one hand behind Elise's back, his hand grasping the upper curve of her hip as he held her against his body. His other hand moved to caress her neck as he swayed with her to the music.

The hand that caressed her neck moved to trace a line from her shoulder, to the flat of her belly, guiding her back, so that she was leaning away from him. He followed the path of his hand with his lips, his breath hot against her skin, even through her cloths. Then he drew her back up to lock eyes with her and guided her back, and in a circle, grinning with hungry passion as he did.
 
Elise held her breath as they circled one another and shuddered as she felt his lips follow the path of his hands, kissing between skin and sensitive material. She gulped and looked up at him as he guided her back up.

Wowwas the only thought left in her mind at that moment as she wondered what was going to happen next.
 
"Show me YOUR passion, Elise." Enumael whispered through white teeth as he grasped her wrist to spin her so her back was against his front. "Put yourself into the dance, and let me taste your spirit." He added as he passionately caressed her stomach, drawing her against his body more tightly, so that she could feel Norman's sudden arousal against the supple curve of her ass.
 
Elise bit her lip and tried to put all her passion in the dance. She held back a moan that was threatening to escape her lips when she felt his hardness pressed against her ass. Slowly she circled Norman letting her hand glide over his shoulder as she went around, then lifted her leg. Elise wondered where this came from, since she didn't know how to do the tango.
 
"Good, very good." Enumael growled feeling Norman's human lust taking over. It was a powerful drive, the desire to have Elise, one that he found too strong to resist at the moment. He slid the palm of one strong hand along Elise's lifted leg, gently yet firmly grasping the back of her knee as he drew her along side him and spun her in a circle about him.

Once he released her back to her feet, he caressed her left arm with his hand, drawing it up, so that they both extended in the direction he guided their dance. Her hips and rear continued to flirtatiously rub against his erection, and his lust filled breath grazed against her neck and shoulder.
 
Elise shuddered as she chanted in her mind.

Concentrate on the dance, concentrate on the dance.

It was hard to do that though, especially when she felt his erection press against her, his hot breath on her neck. Thinking of this, only caused a small moan to leave her lips as Norman guided her through the steps.
 
Norman and his human desires were almost fully in control as he moved his hands down to caress Elise, one hand on her hip, the other circling around to cup the flat of her belly. He held her so close that he knew she could feel the rhythm of his pulse echoing through his solid erection pressed against her behind.

"Elise... I want you." He half whispered, half growled against her ear as the hand over her belly drifted down, slipping under the hem of her pants. His fingers seeking the warmth of her pussy.
 
Elise shuddered at his touch and gulped. She wanted him too, in fact she had never wanted anyone as much as she wanted him. She pulled away trying to drive away the feeling of lust that she had. "I..I want you too, but honestly if we do it now, I may not come back. I'm sorta like that and for once I want to make whatever we might have work."
 
Norman stood facing Elise, his arousal for her obvious as he slowly stepped forward and took her by the hand. "I know Elise, I've lived a long time, I knew what you were up to from the very start, and if you don't come back, at least we will have shared something... Special." They were Enumael's words, but they suited Norman just fine.

He drew Elise into his embrace, his hard cock pressed against her belly as he lifted her chin and claimed her lips with his own. There was more passion in his kiss than Enumael had felt for a very long time. It was like feeling the presence of god again, and so, Enumael joined in, adding himself to the kiss, sparking a sudden flow of pleasure through Elise's body.
 
Elise moaned softly, giving into the kiss even as her mind told her to push him away, something else told her to continue. She knew he was right, that if they never saw one another again, they would've shared something special.

She shuddered feeling the sudden pleasure rise within her and felt herself grinding against Norman.
 
Norman scooped Elise up into his arms, never breaking their kiss while carrying her up to his bed. He laid her down, breaking the kiss as he did and began removing her cloths. With every article he removed, he grew more and more passionate.

When she was stripped down to her bra and panties, Norman began removing his own cloths. His was peppered with brown and grey hair that proceeded down his stomach, dissapearing under the hem of his boxers as he lay beside Elise. His hands explored her soft skin, from her breasts to the warm triangle between her legs. When he touched her sex, he hummed with desire, sinking down to draw her panties free.

He laid them aside as his hand moved up between her legs and grasped her inner thigh, parting them so that she was spread wide enough for him to go down on her. He caught her eyes with his own as he slowly bowed his head down, down toward her pussy. The first sensation she felt was his tongue against her slit, warm and wet, as it drew circles around her clit.
 
Elise grasped the sheet as she felt Normans mouth on her pussy, his tongue touching every crevice of her pussy. Oh god, she had never felt anything, anything so pleasurable before.

Her hands gripped the hair on his head as she bucked her hips slightly. "Norman..." she moaned softly, as her hands proceeded to run through his hair.
 
That which was Enumael within Norman's mind became jealous of Elise calling out the name of his human host, so he pulled away, fixing Elise with unearthly passion in his eyes. "Call me... Enumael." He commanded, pushing his demonic will upon Elise's mind before returning his tongue and mouth back to her pussy.

His tongue danced expertly around her clit as he slicked a single finger, then a second with the juices he had conjured from her with his mouth. Slowly, intimately, his fingers sunk into her. The pads of his fingertips massaging her g-spot with gentle but firm circular strokes.
 
Elise moaned and then nodded, still keeping her hands on his head. "Alright, Enamuel." she whispered, she bucked her hips once more, letting out a loud moan as she felt him run his tongue around her clit and then finally reaching her g-spot.

"Oh, god Enamuel yes! Right there..." she moaned as she bucked her hips even more, pushing his head into her pussy even further.
 
"Do you want me, Elise? Do you need me?" Enumael asked between sensuous draws of his tongue over her engorged clit as he continued rubbing the pads of his fingers against her g-spot. "Tell me... You need me, and I will be yours... Your angel..." He said in a growly whisper as he felt heat and energy building up all through him, being fed by the 'worship' Elise was giving him in return for the pleasure he rendered within her.
 
Elise tried to bite back moans and gasps of breath. She closed her eyes trying to concentrate on Norman...no Enamuel's voice asking her if she needed him, wanted him. She nodded barely able to speak, and if she did speak it probably wouldn't even be legible to understand.
 
The moment Elise nodded her need for him, Enumael slid up the bed, undoing his pants and drawing them down over his hips, exposing his thick, ridged cock to the cool air. He pressed the head of it to Elise's slick entrance, and pushed, gliding into her with sensual ease, her tight caress rippling along the neck of his shaft. At his thickest point he gently stretched Elise's canal.
 
Elise moaned softly as he plunged into her. God, it had seemed like it had been so ...so...long since she had sex. She began to move in rhythm with him, closing her eyes and enjoying the sensation.

"Oh god yes, Enumael..." she whispered lustfully.
 
Enumael covered Elise with his body, grazing his lips along her neck as one hand fondled and caressed her breast. He absorbed her lust, only to return it to her soul, refined into celestial desire, building her need for him slowly. "Elise... Do you trust me?" He asked as he parted his lips and breathed softly against her cheek.
 
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