Claire knelt beside the bed, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, chest heaving.
Her breasts were still exposed, flushed and marked faintly from the pressure of his thrusts between them.
Her nipples were hard, aching, glistening with saliva.
Damon turned his head slowly, grey eyes deepened.
“It’s not enough,” he said quietly.
His voice was still rough, but there was no pleading in it.
He was simply stating a fact.
She flinched, pulling her top up over her shoulders with hurried motions.
“What?
Damon, I just…
we can’t.
That was…
that was already too much.
My mouth, my…
God.”
“It was a taste,” he corrected, eyes never leaving hers.
He shifted, wincing slightly as his still-hard length brushed against his jeans, thick, throbbing and wet at the tip.
“A sip of water when I’m dying of thirst.
It just made me aware of how empty I really am.”
The Lust Influence, now a faint humming thread between them, subtly amplified the honesty of his words, making them resonate in her gut.
He leaned forward.
“You felt it, didn’t you?
When you touched me…
something changed.
For both of us.”
She had.
The confusing heat, the thrilling shame, the way her own body had responded with a will of its own.
Her thighs were damp.
She wrapped her arms around herself.
“That doesn’t mean we should…
go further.
This is insane.
We’re in a medical room.
Someone could..”
“No one is coming,” He said quietly.
He reached toward her, stopping before touching her face.
“Just stay.”
She looked at him.
“Please.”
He reached out, not touching her, just letting his hand hover near her cheek.
“Don’t make me go back to the cold.
Not yet.”
The conflict warred on her face – fear, reason, pity, and that damnable growing heat.
She looked at his hand, then at the sagging queen-sized bed.
It was an altar of sorts.
Claire remained still for several seconds.
Her mind was telling her to leave.
Every reasonable part of her knew this situation had gone far beyond what she should be doing with a stranger.
Yet the strange attraction Damon had awakened inside her refused to disappear.
She was still Claire.
Still confused.
Still hesitant.
But the feelings were becoming harder to ignore.
Damon watched her carefully.
He didn’t need to force the decision.
He only needed to let the influence do its work.
“Just…
just sex?” she whispered.
She had never said it like that.
“Just connection,” he murmured.
She looked at him for a few seconds before finally looking away.
He hid his smile.
Good.
Her resistance was weakening.
She knew she should leave.
She knew this was wrong.
But the strange attraction inside her had become harder to ignore.
After a long moment, she slowly stood.
She didn’t look at him as she walked to the bed, sat on the edge, and began to unbutton her jeans.
Her fingers shook.
She pushed her pants and panties down her thighs, kicking them off, and lay back against the pillows, staring at the ceiling, her legs pressed together.
An offering, stiff with anxiety.
Naked except for her bunched top, breasts half-covered, pussy bare and already glistening.
He rose, his movements smoother now, possessed of a new predatory grace.
He shed his own clothes, his erection standing proud and thick, already weeping at the tip.
He joined her on the bed.
He didn’t kiss her.
Instead, he settled between her legs, using his knees to gently nudge hers apart.
She gasped at the contact, the cool air and his heated gaze on her most intimate place.
“Ah!
Don’t stare…” she whimpered.
“I have to stare.
You’re beautiful,” he breathed.
“So wet already.”
“I..
I’m not..
ah!”
“I’ll be gentle,” he lied, his voice a velvet murmur.
He guided himself to her entrance, the blunt head nudging against her folds.
She was wet – from her mouth, from her own traitorous arousal but tight with tension.
He pressed forward, a slow inexorable invasion.
Claire’s back arched off the bed, a cry torn from her lips.
“Oh— oh God, Damon…
ah!
It’s in…it’s in!”
“Shhh,” he soothed, sinking deeper, feeling her body stretch to accommodate him.
The warmth of her body was familiar to Damon.
What surprised him was the difference between his old demonic body and this fragile human one.
Even something this simple felt different now.
He breathed slowly, forcing himself to stay calm.
So this is what my new body can handle.
He seated himself fully, hips flush against hers, and for a moment, he just stayed there, buried, breathing raggedly.
“Fuck…
Claire…
you feel like heaven.
So tight…”
“Ah…
it’s…
it’s so much,”
she whimpered, hands clutching the cheap bedspread.
“So big, so full, ah…
I can feel you pulsing..”
“You feel it,” he grunted, starting to move.
Slow deep strokes at first, a rhythm meant to soothe.
“God, you’re gripping me…”
“Ah, ah, ah…
slow…please slow….ah!
Ohhh!”
“I know, I know.
Let your body open for me.
That’s it…”
Her initial cries softened into ragged moans.
Her head turned to the side, eyes squeezed shut.
“It hurts…
ah…
but it’s…
oh…
ohhh…”
“What?
Tell me,” he demanded softly, rolling hips.
“It feels good…
ah!
No….
I shouldn’t…
ah!
Damon!”
“Say it.
Say it feels good.”
“It…
ahhh…it feels good!
So good!
Ah!”
His thrusts grew more urgent.
The bedframe started a betraying thump-thump-thump against the wall.
Her eyes flew open, wide with panic.
“The wall…
ah!
Ah!
Someone will hear!
Oh God!”
“Let them hear,” Damon growled, the dominance he’d kept leashed beginning to slip.
He drove into her harder, the slap of skin on skin joining the creaking symphony.
“Let them hear how wet you are.
” He thrust hard.
“Hear that?
That’s you.”
“No..ah!
Ah!
Don’t say that…
ohhhh!
Damon!
Damon!”
“Moan for me, Claire.
Louder.”
“I can’t…ah!
Ahhh!
Oh…
ohhhh!”
“You can.
You’re soaking my cock.
You’re dripping down my balls.”
“Ah!
Stop talking…you’re..
ah!
You’re hitting so deep!
Right there..ah!
There!”
He angled, hitting that soft spongy spot inside.
She screamed.
“There?
Like that?”
“Yes!
Yes!
Ah!
Ah!
Oh God, oh God, oh God…”
He could feel the tell-tale tightening in his balls, the coiling at the base of his spine.
He was swelling inside her, thickening, pulsing with the rush.
Claire felt it too …
the distinct throbbing change in his girth, the frantic pace of his hips losing all rhythm.
“Damon…
I…
you’re going to…” she panted, her hands coming up to push weakly against his chest.
Her pussy fluttered.
“You’re so hard, you’re twitching, ah!
I feel it throbbing!”
“Where?” he demanded, voice thick with lust, sweat dripping.
“Fuck, I’m close, Claire.
So fucking close.
Where do you want it?”
“Outside,” she pleaded, eyes glazed with pleasure and fear.
“Please, pull out.
On my stomach.
Like before.
I can’t…
we can’t…
ah!
Inside me!”
“Beg me,” he groaned, slamming.
“Please!
Please pull out!
Come on me, not in me!
Ah!
Please, Damon!”
For a second, he hesitated.
Then, with a ragged curse, he obeyed.
He pulled his swollen aching length from her clenching warmth, grabbed himself, stroked furiously twice.
“Oh fuck…Clair….”
Just as the first violent spasm hit him, thick white ropes erupted, spilling over her stomach and thighs and up onto her breasts in thick hot stripes.
One after another, pulsing, splattering her flushed skin, pooling in her navel, sliding down her sides.
His body shuddered with release, groaning animal sound.
“Ahhhh…fuck…
yes…
take it..
all over you..”
“Ah!
Oh!
It’s so hot!
Oh God!
So much…
it’s dripping…
Damon!
Ah!”
He collapsed beside her, breathing like bellows, spent, cock twitching and leaking onto her thigh.
For a minute, there was only the sound of their panting and her soft whimpers staring at the mess coating her.
The emptiness returned soon after.
Damon stayed still, breathing slowly.
There it was again.
That faint warmth inside his body.
The ember had grown.
Only a little.
But enough.
He closed his eyes and focused on it.
So I was right.
Sex alone wasn’t the real source.
It was the corruption.
The deeper her corruption became, the more his demonic essence would be nourished.
That was the real connection between them.
A faint smile appeared on his face.
His old cultivation method hadn’t disappeared.
It had simply been reduced to a tiny ember inside a human body.
And now he knew how to feed it.
The demonic essence snarled in its cage, unsatisfied.
Not enough.
Never enough.