A Whispered Invitation

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Kaidman lit another candle in the ring around his bed, the scent of cinnamon filling the air in the wake of the flame. He glanced at the great pendulum clock in the corner of the room, taking a deep breath to try and steady his nerves. He checked his work one more time, candles, chocolate, rose petals scattered on the bed, and last a bottle of wine plucked from a master sommelier's collection as part of a bargain.

Everything needed for seduction. The demon gathered his will and held up a strand of raven-black hair. Glarmarin, he spoke the name in a whisper, almost a prayer.

Despite the low tone, his voice was swept away and pushed into the space between worlds. Most nights he simply waited for a needy mortal to call him, that was the way of things. Mortals called demons to sate their desires.

But tonight, on Halloween, the rules were flexible enough to be bent. He repeated the name, pushing more of his will into his words. Clara tapped a piece of chalk against her lips, considering the runes she'd drawn on the floor surrounding her bed.

The circle would be strong enough to hold anything she could summon. Satisfied, she tossed the chalk on the floor and dusted her hands off on her sides. She nodded and took a careful step over that circle, striding towards her desk.

The tall heels she wore clicked on the wooden floor of her bedroom with each step and her hips swayed with a practiced rhythm. Clara opened the Librum Demonicum, a book that was surprisingly easy to find, at least for someone with her vast resources. Demons were simple, in their own way.

Terms were negotiated and they couldn't break them, couldn't try and exploit her further. Most didn't even want to. And there was the added benefit of no awkward mornings, as they tended to vanish when the deed was done.

She flipped through the pages idly, reading names to herself, considering which suitor she'd try and call tonight. Her finger paused on a name she'd underlined, then circled. Kaidman.

Clara shook her head. She'd been with him before, no sense in summoning him twice, even if he answered. Even though he'd asked her to return to his domain the last time, it wouldn't do to look needy.

Clara Mare, a voice whispered through the air behind her, the words carrying a beckoning power. Her stomach tightened and her breath caught, a flush spread across her cheeks. The name came again.

No louder, but carrying more of that energy. The voice was familiar, of course. She tapped her finger on the underlined circle entry in the book, then turned.

A small ball of light in the air before her, a tiny rift in reality. The warmth drifted down through her body and a slow grin spread across her face. She'd been excited before, the sound of that voice.

Heat blossomed between her legs, an intense desire filling her. There was no coercion, and her desire doubled in that moment. This was an invitation.

He wanted her. Clara lifted a finger and touched it to that glowing mode of power, then dragged her hand down. Her nail caught on the barrier between worlds, sliding it open as easily and sensuously as a lover unzipping a dress.

The scent of cinnamon and cloves and roses wafted out to her, and before she could second guess herself, she stepped through. Reality swirled around her, there was a moment of disassociation, and then her feet found the ground again. She nearly stumbled on the soft surface of a bed, her knees buckling as she fought to balance on her heels.

The air was warmer here, the chill of Halloween night banished in an instant. Clara took a moment to steady herself, raising her gaze to take in the glorious specimen that stood before her. Dark hair and a well-kept beard framed a strong jawline, while his eyes blazed with an inner fire.

His full mouth split wide into a grin while shadows from dozens of candles danced across crimson skin in a playful pattern. Her eyes traveled down, taking in his broad chest and rippling muscles, as well as the intricate pattern of chains tattooed across his shoulders and down to a unifying rune in the skin where his heart would be. She let her gaze slide lower as well, and a wicked grin spread across her face.

Of course he was well-endowed. Most demons were, but she remembered how well he'd used it last time. You called? She was surprised at how steady her voice was, almost a seductive purr.

Claire. You came. His voice rolled out with an oddly arousing timbre, deep enough that it practically vibrated the bones in her chest.

Hot heat between her legs grew again, and she was sure her panties were almost soaked through already. I was weighing my options, and it seemed rude to decline. She took a slow step forward, making sure she found her footing on the bed.

Her gaze traveled back up to his. Now, how can I help you? Cadman's grin widened, his heart pounding in his chest.

She'd come. Her pixie-length raven hair was magnificently styled, just like last time, and her lips were painted a scandalous red. There was a smear of chalk dust on her hip, but that did little to detract from the show her lingerie put on.

For all of that, it was the way she drew herself up and met his eye that made his cock twitch. The confident tone of her voice made him start to swell with anticipation. He considered trying to lie.

To make up an excuse for the invitation. No. The truth would be the best.

He cleared his throat. It has been a whole year, and I haven't gotten you out of my head. Is that so? Her smile turned wicked, and she looked around.

This your place? I expected it to reek of brimstone, not smell of cinnamon and clove. Cadman glanced at the candles.

I thought I'd try and hide the stench. It's done a good job. She moved closer to the edge of the bed.

He took a step towards her and reached out a hand, his fingers tangling in her hair and pulling her towards him. Cadman's mouth found hers, and his tongue slipped out to twist around it. A moan escaped her lips, answered by a hungry growl deep in his chest.

He held the kiss for twenty seconds, forty, nearly a whole minute, though she didn't try to pull away. When he finally relaxed his grip, she removed her lips from his slowly, panting. Her lips parted in a small O, and her entire body flushed crimson.

Cadman cleared his throat. Glare. She held up a finger, and he stopped.

Her eyes fluttered open, and once again a wicked smile spread across her lips. The mortal reached up, his glistening nails running along his cheek. Her other hand slid forward, wrapping around his hardening cock delicately.

I've almost summoned you a dozen times since last Halloween. Her voice was a growl as well now. She tightened the grip of both her hands, fingers slowly sliding to the tip of his shaft, placing a finger in a slow circle around the swelling head.

Cadman let out a groan. So what stopped you? I didn't want to seem needy.

And? He tried to kiss her again, but she pulled her lips back. And I want you to fuck me like last year.

That was all he needed to hear. He pushed his lips against hers once more, and this time his hand slid down along her body, tracing the curve of her hips. His strong fingers grabbed her ass, hoisting her up and placing her onto the bed.

He broke the kiss, his lips working their way down the hollow of her neck, tongue tracing a line down between her breasts. Stay with me. His cock twitched between her fingers, and he asked another version of the question from last year.

A giggle escaped her lips, and the temptation to agree grew. That shaft slipped away from her grasp as he knelt, sliding his lips lower, lower, lower, pausing just below her belly button. Stay with me.

Not a demand. Not from this one. Not pleading, either.

She shuddered. I think I could be convinced. The words came out as a gasp.

She reached down and ripped the band of her panties, who were probably ruined at this point anyway. She let that crimson garment fall to the rose-covered sheets. Ask me again before dawn.

In response, his hands tightened around the curve of her ass, and she was lifted into the air as though she weighed nothing at all. A heartbeat later, she was on her back upon his bed, his lips leaving a trail of kisses as he slipped lower, lower. Her fingers tangled in his hair, trying to pull his mouth to her pussy.

She might as well have been trying to lift a mountain. A low chuckle rolled out from between her legs. Aren't we eager? Still, the resistance vanished, and he let her guide his mouth back up.

His mouth found her labia, and then his tongue slipped between her phones for just a moment. She stifled a moan, making an almost piteous whine as he pulled away again. Cademan worked down to her inner thigh once more, though he didn't drift as far before starting back up.

This time, he brushed across her clit with his lips in a reverent kiss. His hot breath sent a jolt of pleasure through her body, and her hips bucked. This time, there was no stopping the cry.

He shifted his grip, fingers sliding up to hold the divots in her hip bones. His tongue slipped down again, parting her folds and pushing inside. Again, he withdrew, returning to her clit and tracing around and around with the tip of his tongue.

Every fourth revolution, he flicked it across, and she gasped again. Her fingers tightened in his hair. She was surprised she hadn't torn out a fistful already, and her back arched.

Her breathing came in short, labored grasps, and her other hand was scrabbling for purchase in the smooth fabric of his sheets. She bit her lip to hold back a yelp, but the sound was torn from her chest. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

The word repeated over and over like a mantra. Cademan's cock was achingly hard now, his face and beard glistening with her juices. He had lost himself in the taste and scent of her, and now her body trembled at his ministrations.

Her back arched. Her hips bucked hard enough that she almost threw him off, but he tightened his grip and redoubled his efforts. Claire went rigid beneath him, letting out a guttural moan.

Her fingers left his hair and joined the other hand tangled in the sheets. The words, fuck, barely intelligible as she gave herself over to the pleasure. He slowed his tongue, released her clit, and lapped between her folds once more, letting out a pleased chuckle.

There's no need to hold back. He pushed himself up on the edge of the bed, towering over her panting form. He bent forward and placed a kiss on her spasming belly before working his way back up towards her face.

It's not like I have neighbors to disturb. He pressed his lips to hers, sliding her further onto the bed and climbing on as well. That's true, but I wouldn't want you to get full of yourself, Claire replied.

She broke the kiss with a giggle. He let his thick shaft flop onto her belly, his pre-cum leaking from the tip. He pulled his hips back, a glistening trail left in its wake until it slipped between her legs.

Careful with that monster, she chided, her fingers tangling in his dark hair and pulling his face close once again. Of course. You did say just like last year.

He pushed his hips forward then, just the head of his cock slipping inside her. The heat between her legs was enough to rival any succubus and he let out a grunt of surprise. There had been times in the last year that he doubted how good her pussy had felt, questioned his own memory, but here, in this moment, those doubts were banished.

Cademan drew a shuddering breath, giving her a moment to adjust to his girth before shifting his hips forward with gentle but insistent pleasure. Bit by bit he slipped inside her, a groan escaping his lips. Her legs came up to wrap around him, her heels digging into his back and trying to draw him in deeper.

Keep going, she bit the words, but he continued to pull back until just the tip was inside. He held her there for a moment, her thighs tightening around his waist, her feet pressing hard, a physical demand to go along with the words. Keep going.

Cademan leaned down, his mouth finding hers, his tongue pushing between her lips once more. In that same moment he thrust forward with a hungry growl sinking deeper into her than before with a single smooth thrust. Claire broke the kiss with a cry, her head coming back up and her teeth finding his neck.

She bit down. Hard. He snarled in reply, pulling back slowly once more, only to thrust forward again hard enough that the bed creaked underneath them.

Full. Claire felt full. Not just of his cock, that was a given considering she'd summoned a demon, but full of life, of energy, of lust.

With a relentless methodical rhythm he worked himself deeper and deeper inside her. Slow withdrawal from her pussy followed by a powerful thrust forward again, and again, and again. Her legs shook each time he pushed forward, pleasure coursing through her like electricity.

Her hips bucked but she kept her legs wrapped tight around his waist, making sure her own body couldn't rebel and try and get away. She wrapped her arms around him, nails digging furrows into his back. Her teeth clamped down on his lips, his neck, his shoulder.

With a groan the demon finally hilted himself inside her. Faster. A single word took every bit of concentration she had left.

Her legs shook, her back arched close, so close. Cademan held her there for a moment, fingers tangling in her hair and pulling her face to his for another kiss. And then he gave her what she asked for, a short tug from his hips, and then he pushed into her again.

Now that she'd gotten used to him, he increased his pace, increased the force as well. The sheets beneath them were soaked from her pussy, from their sweat. The bed groaned in protest and she moaned into the kiss.

She pulled back, her teeth clamping down on his lower lip, a snarl on his face. The pleasure mounted until she threw her head back and let out a primal scream of pure bliss. Her back arched hard beneath him, her body leaving the bed entirely save for the back of her head.

Her eyes rolled back and she lost track of the pounding thrusts as the orgasm ran rampant through her body. She felt his cock twitch and throb inside of her. In a moment later he was joining her with a guttural roar that rattled the windows and their frames.

His hot seed pumped into her, increasing the sensation of fullness. Another one, and a third, and a fourth. Her back returned to the bed.

Mercifully, the pleasure subsided. His climax faded as well. The jets became spurts which diminished into a trickle.

Cademan pulled out a few last strands dripping onto her stomach and rolled off to catch his breath next to her. Fuck. She placed a hand on her belly.

Another advantage to fucking a demon, unless specific rituals were performed ahead of time, there was no chance of any surprises taking root to bother her later. I should have summoned you every night this year. Cademan chuckled, leaning down a nuzzle into her neck.

I'm glad you took my invitation. He looked down at the foot of the bed where the rift back to the mortal realm was opening. The deed was done, the summoning fulfilled, and her way home opened.

He looked at the rift for a moment and then back at her. Stay with me, at least for the night. Claire laughed and gave him a gentle kiss, their lips meeting only for a moment.

Her heart still pounded and her mind still reeled in the afterglow. He raised a hand and made a languid, cutting gesture towards the portal. It sealed shut.

For the night, at least. She slid further up the massive bed, away from the stained sheets where they had rutted, then settled into the crook of his arms. Pour me some wine, would you? Seems a shame to waste it.

Cademan awoke to the sensation of delicate fingers trailing along his cock, the touch more exploratory than erotic. He let out a grunt, shifting a little, and kept his eyes closed to play the events of last night back more fully in his mind. Hours spent talking, of small things and great ones, sharing the bottle of wine and opening another while the candles burned lower and lower.

They found common ground in their ambitions, as well as the struggle to trust their peers. At some point she'd fallen asleep with her head resting on his chest, a display of trust and comfort he couldn't remember ever being afforded before. And so he'd let sleep take him as well, a far more restful sleep than he'd had in centuries.

His breath caught a little as she drew an exquisitely manicured nail up the underside of his shaft. His cock twitched in response, already semi-hard from her pre-awakening touches. What makes you think that's not what I'm looking for? She looked up at him with a positively wicked grin, her short hair dishevelled from sex and sleep.

Claire pulled herself towards his mouth and gave him a languorous kiss. It lacked the heat of the night before, but he still growled into it. He leaned forward as well, pressing their lips together, savouring the taste of her.

She pulled back, lips parted, a flush spreading down her chest. Her fingers tightened to the grip around his cock, changing from a curious caress to an explicit stroking in a heartbeat. Cademan grunted, one hand tangling in her hair while the other grabbed her wrist, prying her fingers off his shaft.

We need to be careful. She let out a growl of protest and the demon sat up straight a little. I'm serious.

There are risks. Claire scowled. Of course there are risks.

I'm summoning fucking demons. You think I'm not aware of that? There's more than you know.

The Librum Demonicum advises against repeatedly summoning the same demon. But do you know why? The demon guided her hands to the sheets and released his grip on her wrist.

The firm motion, but gentle, as he'd been with her the whole time unless she'd explicitly asked otherwise. Demons didn't devour souls. They corrupted them.

That's true, in part, but by no means the whole reason. The demon paused, taking a slow breath. There are side effects to repeated exposure to one of us.

Another pause. He tipped his head back and stared into the infinite void that made up the sky in this hellish demi-plane. The more times you summon me, the more susceptible to my corruption you become.

The greater the risk of you becoming like me. Claire sat up, arching an eyebrow. And how's that supposed to deter me? Her heart pounded in her chest at the thought.

Her eyes swept down and up his exquisite frame. I didn't just summon Incubi, you know. I've called on a succubus or two.

It's not an easy existence. Caydman trailed off as she wrapped her fingers around his shaft once more. And I'd hate to see you.

He grunted, his cough starting to harden. I can take care of myself. She slid down his body, her lips trailing along his chest savoring the heat of his skin.

She reached his waist, one hand coming to cup his balls while the other continued to stroke his cock with a steady rhythm. Besides, you said more susceptible, the greater the risk. Sounds like I'm already taking my chances with you to begin with, no? You.

.. you might be. The demon's cock twitched in her fingers, his hips bucking a little at the teasing touch of both her hands.

But the risk grows each time. Claire looked up, meeting his eyes. A crimson-tinted stare bore into her and for a heartbeat she was unsure.

Just for a heartbeat, however. She leaned forward and pressed her lips against the base of the shaft where his cock and balls met. Her nose was filled with the scent of him, a pure virility that radiated off him.

She let her tongue slip free and then trailed at the length of a thick vein to the very tip. I like taking risks. Be that as it may, she held up a finger, and the risks are mine to take.

She opened her mouth wide, stretching her jaw and still barely managed to get her lips fully around the head of his cock. Claire slid down, shielding her teeth with her lips until the shaft hit the back of her throat. She gagged a little, her hands starting to stroke down the length.

He was still only partially hard, but with each stroke she felt that changing. Claire pushed, letting a few inches slide down her throat, feeling gloriously full from the intrusion. The demon groaned, his hips bucking, trying to push more of himself into her mouth.

Despite his protests from a moment before, his cock twitched and swelled further. When the need to breathe became too great, she pulled back up with a gasp. Her mouth glistened with spit, and a strand of pre-cum mixed with saliva connected her lips to his cock for a moment.

It snapped a heartbeat later. You met his gaze and planted a slow kiss against the tip of his shaft once again. I can't stop you from summoning me.

There was a note of warning in his tone, but I can choose to not enter a contract with you when you call. Could you resist? She arched an eyebrow and sank her mouth back down around his cock, letting out a hungry moan as she did so.

Cadman answered with a lust-filled groan of his own, and she felt his cock twitching between her lips. She lifted her mouth off a moment later, maintaining eye contact the whole time and never ceasing her stroke. I could.

He sounded unsure, even to her mortal ears. What if we wrote safeguards into a contract? Contract law was my specialty before I got into mediation.

Another kiss planted at the head of his cock. That, yes, perhaps, a limit on how often you can summon me. To slow the spread of my corruption, that could help, I think.

Cadman nodded. Good. Now we're talking.

Just like the night before, she was shocked at how smooth her voice sounded, but that will only delay the inevitable. We could have a year of this, perhaps two, before you fell. A stopgap.