Damon pulled out slowly, watching his cum leak from her.
Claire whimpered at the loss, her thighs still trembling.
They moved to her bedroom.
Small space, soft sheets, the faint smell of vanilla from a candle on her nightstand.
She curled against him, her head on his chest, her breathing slow and even.
He stared at the ceiling.
The ember pulsed inside him.
It was stronger than before, but the nourishment had also awakened something in Damon himself.
Hunger.
Not for food.
For power.
The nourishment had awakened something in him, and now it wouldn’t quiet.
She shifted against him, her thigh brushing his.
His cock twitched.
“You’re still hard,” she murmured, half-asleep.
She propped herself up on one elbow, looking at him through the dim light.
Her hair was a mess, her lips still swollen from his kisses.
She was beautiful.
And she was looking at him like she wanted to help.
“I can…” She bit her lip.
“I can take care of it.”
“Claire”
“I want to.”
Something in him snapped.
He grabbed her waist and flipped her onto her stomach in one fluid motion.
She gasped, hands flying out to brace herself against the mattress.
“Damon?”
“You want to help?” His voice was low.
“Then spread your legs.”
She did.
Slowly, trembling slightly, but she did.
He positioned himself behind her, one hand gripping her hip, the other guiding his cock to her entrance.
She was still wet from before, still slick with his cum, and he slid inside her with almost no resistance.
“Ah!” Her back arched.
“Damon, wait”
He didn’t wait.
He fucked her.
Hard..
Each thrust drove her forward, her hands scrambling for purchase on the sheets.
The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mixing with her broken moans.
“Fuck,” he growled.
“You feel that?
Feel how deep I am?”
“Yes…ah…yes…”
“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” He grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling her head back.
“To be fucked like a whore?”
She sobbed..
but her hips were pushing back to meet him.
“It’s…t’s too much..”
“You can take it.” He slammed into her harder.
“You’re going to take every inch of my cock and thank me for it.”
“Thank you…ah…thank you…”
Her body was trembling.
Not from fear…from pleasure.
The Lust Influence was working through her, twisting the pain into something sweeter, making her crave more even as she begged for gentleness.
“Please..” she gasped.
“Please, be gentle..”
He leaned down, his chest pressing against her back, his mouth at her ear.
“You don’t want gentle.
You want me to ruin you.”
She shook her head, but her pussy clenched around him.
“Liar.” He bit her shoulder.
“You’re dripping down my cock.
You love this.”
“I…I…” She couldn’t finish the sentence.
Her words dissolved into moans.
He fucked her harder.
Faster.
The bed slammed against the wall, the headboard cracking against plaster.
Claire’s cries grew louder, more desperate, her body writhing beneath him.
“Fuck, Claire..” His voice was strained.
“You’re so fucking tight…so good…”
“Don’t stop…ah…please don’t stop…”
“I’m not stopping until I’ve filled this cunt.”
He grabbed her hips with both hands, pulling her back to meet every thrust.
“Until you’re so full of my cum you can’t think straight.”
“Yes..yes…fill me…”
The ember roared inside him, feeding on her submission, her pleasure, her desperate, broken words.
He could feel himself swelling, thickening, ready to spill.
“Tell me you want it,” he growled.
“I want it…I want your cum…please, Damon..”
“Beg.”
“Please…please give me your cum…I need it…I need you..”
He slammed into her one last time, burying himself to the hilt, and came.
The orgasm ripped through him like lightning.
Hot, thick ropes of cum pumped into her, flooding her, filling her to the brim.
She screamed and her body convulsed around him, milking him dry.
“Fuck..
fuck..” He kept thrusting, pushing his seed deeper.
“Take it..take all of it..”
She was shaking.
Her legs gave out, and she collapsed onto the mattress, face down, her pussy still clenching around him.
He stayed buried inside her, grinding slowly, emptying every last drop.
When he finally pulled out, she didn’t move.
“Claire?”
Nothing.
He rolled her over gently.
Her eyes were closed, her breathing shallow but steady.
She’d fainted.
He sat back on his heels, looking at her – the mess of her hair, the red marks on her hips, the slow leak of his cum from between her legs.
She looked Perfect.
And he felt…
good.
Not just good.
Refreshed.
Stronger.
The ember inside him had grown, fed by her pleasure, her corruption, her body.
He could feel the difference now..
the demonic essence no longer a spark, but a steady flame.
He slowly sat up and looked around the small bedroom.
Everything felt different.
The room hadn’t changed.
The walls were still plain, the furniture still cheap, and the faint scent of vanilla still lingered in the air.
But his perception had.
The weakness that had constantly weighed down his body was no longer as oppressive.
His breathing felt easier.
His limbs felt less heavy.
Even the dull ache that had followed him since awakening had faded into the background.
It wasn’t power.
Not yet.
He clenched his hand.
His fingers closed with noticeably more strength than before.
So this is what corruption can give me.
The thought made his lips curl upward.
He had spent a thousand years cultivating as a Lust Demon in his previous life.
He knew exactly what this first stage meant.
The human body was beginning to adapt.
His demonic essence was no longer completely dormant.
But this was only the beginning.
He glanced at Claire sleeping beside him.
She had become the first step in rebuilding everything he had lost.
He wasn’t going to waste that opportunity.
He would need more nourishment.
More strength.
And eventually, more resources.
His eyes narrowed.
First, I need money.
Eleanor’s mature body immediately came to his mind.
A business owner.
A woman with ambition.
And potentially, his first real investment.