John felt her breathing steady, then her body gave a little twitch, and he knew she was asleep. He gently slipped away from her, covered her in his topcoat, now cum soaked, put his pants on and carried her up to his room on the next floor. He tucked her into bed, then disposed of her ruined dress.
Where is your medallion meat sack? John felt his chest for his medallion, now absent. He heard his visitor chuckle in his head.
Don't worry, I won't kill her. And with that statement, John's world faded to black.
Azaesi opened his eyes, finally strong enough to take over this body for a limited time. The new moon phase helped his power greatly, as did the recent fucking that John had given the fae woman. He relished the power coursing through him. Oh and that spell she tried to use to bind him, such a foolish attempt to bind an elder demon will have to be punished. He didn't have much power, but it was enough for now. If those two carried on as they had today, it would not be long before the magnificent soul of John Ross would be his.
He left her sleeping in the room and quickly found the basement cells. He returned to the bedchamber, and carried her off.
He chained her to a wall, wrapping her wrists and ankles in moldy rags he found in the cells. He placed a finger on her forehead, and pushed a small lance of pain into her head to wake her up. His red eyes glowed with the fires of the Pit as she opened her eyes to see him.
Good evening mortal. We have some items to discuss.
Where is your medallion meat sack? John felt his chest for his medallion, now absent. He heard his visitor chuckle in his head.
Don't worry, I won't kill her. And with that statement, John's world faded to black.
Azaesi opened his eyes, finally strong enough to take over this body for a limited time. The new moon phase helped his power greatly, as did the recent fucking that John had given the fae woman. He relished the power coursing through him. Oh and that spell she tried to use to bind him, such a foolish attempt to bind an elder demon will have to be punished. He didn't have much power, but it was enough for now. If those two carried on as they had today, it would not be long before the magnificent soul of John Ross would be his.
He left her sleeping in the room and quickly found the basement cells. He returned to the bedchamber, and carried her off.
He chained her to a wall, wrapping her wrists and ankles in moldy rags he found in the cells. He placed a finger on her forehead, and pushed a small lance of pain into her head to wake her up. His red eyes glowed with the fires of the Pit as she opened her eyes to see him.
Good evening mortal. We have some items to discuss.