They Call 'it' Committment

Eliana fell into his kiss eagerly, tilting her head to the left to deepen it. She felt the metal wrap around her, and while she was a little confused by it, at first, she wasn't overly concerned.

That's when he told her he knew. he knew about the house. Eliana wanted to laugh, and she was about to speak when he tweaked her piercing, eliciting a tremor and sharp intake of breath from her.

Again she tried to speak, only to cut herself off with a whimpering cry. The harder he twisted the piercing the more painful it was, but Eli was never opposed to some pain.

'But you owe me, and I fully intend to take that debt from you,' is about the time Eliana had an orgasm. It wasn't a quiet, breathless climax either. It was the great kind that had a person screaming out another name in pure bliss. Senses overriding, toes curling, and getting the shakes afterward.

When she returned to her senses and stared at him staring at her. She blinked, somewhat dazed from her sudden high. It wasn't helping her mental state that there were so much lust and sin in this room. It made the air thick, to her at least.


It was evident on her face that she was debating something. She was debating multiple things. She was trying to determine what she would say first.

First, she started with, "God that was fuckin' hot. I love owin' debts to sexy dudes."

She lowered her hands to her chest, one rubbing the wrist of the other.

Second, she said, "I'm going to keep you. You're full of surprises. I like that. I also think it's adorable that you actually believe you're in control."

For the briefest of seconds, Eliana revered to her demonic form and gave him a little wink. Then she was human (looking) again.

The last thing she said, was, "What are you fuckin' waiting for then?"

Admittingly, Eliana was annoyed that he hadn't shown more of a reaction to her demonic form. Like, did he even know who she was? Who did he think he was, not reacting to something as awesome as that. She had grown so used to people being afraid at the mere mention of meeting a demon, even around here. It was pretty humorous. But this bitch...

Her eyes dulled in irritation. She wasn't even attempting to hide it.

"Oh shut the fuck up." She threw her arms around his neck so she could keep herself right against him as he entered her.

She was plenty wet enough, not only because Eliana was naturally a sex manic, but the orgasm had helped. So maybe it was at least partially with his help. She would not be saying that out loud anytime soon.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, the heels of her feet digging into his lower back.

"What happened to savagely?" she asked snidely. Fuck sugar, she was going all kinds of spice.

Before he responded, she bit into his shoulder. Not a love bit, a full on sink-the-teeth in mouthful. It was times like these that Eliana wished she had sharp teeth like some of her siblings.

Eliana did try to wiggle at the first few deep thrusts. It was painful, but nothing she couldn't handle. Eliana was a fan of violence, having been around it the majority of her life.

Sometimes the human body was too restricting, too weak. In those times, Eliana would revert. So that's what she did this time. It didn't change the dynamic a whole lot, she was the same height and her facial structure was more or less the same in this form. But now she had a tail, discolored skin with engraved runic symbols, longer hair, and her skin was warmer in this form. Like sitting beside a fire.

She kept her hold on his should, sucking the skin there, but she pulled her head to the side, giving him more room to bite her. She was certain they would both have quite a few marks on them after this. If that wasn't a turn-on, Eliana didn't know what was!

Her tail loosely wrapped around him, the tip trailing from his neck to his lower back, following the path of his spine. The second time her trail traced his spine, Eliana got an eye that had her mentally grinning. She had done it before, silly of her not to think of it sooner.

Her tail slipped downward to fondle his balls. She applied some pressure, and in general just enjoyed herself exploring him, seeing what might make him tick or beg.

Demon sex was best sex.

The flick to the edge of her tail caused Eliana to gasp and release him. She had had her eyes closed, but now they were wide open. The pleasure this gave her traveled the course of her whole body, from the tip of her tail right to the top of her ears. It was like being hit with electricity.

The feeling only intensified when he massaged her tail. She claws at his back, lucky (or unlucky) for him; she didn't have long claws for nails like other members of her family. She was a very humanoid demoness.

"Don't stop!" she called out frantically, all her muscles tensing and spasming. "Oh, Hell, Malvoes! Just like that. Bite my jugular." It could have been construed as a command had she not sounded so desperate.

And again, Eliana was right on the edge, the spring-like pressure that signified her orgasm tightening her stomach. So lost in the sea of it all that she didn't even care if he won their little mental battle.

The moment his teeth teased the skin of her jugular, Eliana was over the edge, but her climax didn't end, not when he had begun to toy with her piercing and her tail. One of the best things about being a girl by far, long continuous orgasms.

Eliana was meeting his thrusts with the same hungry passion he possessed. At this point, there was no pain at all. Since their sex had begun, Eliana's inner thighs, and in turn, his waist, were absolutely soaked. The bed would have an impressive mess.

Her right hand entangled in his hair and tugged roughly, her nails digging into his scalp. All the affection was making Eliana want to kiss his jaw, and his chest, and his stomach. She wanted to kiss him everywhere. To gift him with her hot lips and give him a fraction of the pleasure she was experiencing.

Eliana's moans weren't as loud as before, they were soft, urgent, and never ending. Among, she called out his name too many times to keep count; almost incoherent, she begged him to fill her. To come in her and hold her close. To whisper soft nothings into her ear and to tell her how good she felt.