It had taken her two weeks of research on incubi, but Eve finally felt she had a reasonable handle on the lore. She still didn't understand why Dane hadn't taken advantage of the broken summoning circle the last time he'd been in her presence. It was very uncharacteristic of a demon not to take their chance at freedom when it was so naively presented to them. A broken circle was a very basic, rookie mistake in magic from everything that she had determined. Still, Dane had followed her every whim, giving her pleasure as was proper from a demon of his type.
Her mind burned at the memory of that pleasure. Even now, weeks later, remembering the feel of his hands on her had her drenching her panties in want. She'd never felt such desire for an actual man as she did for the demon, and she felt endlessly guilty as well as intrigued by that fact. She had known even as she'd cleaned up the evidence of her first summoning that it wouldn't be long before she'd invite him back into her home. She needed what he offered her, loathe as she might sometimes be to admit it. He made her feel wanted and worthy of desire in ways no one ever had. Pity she had to get it from a creature that wasn't even human.
So here she sat, weeks later, in a negligee she probably didn't need, in the floor of her own tile kitchen, surrounded by the ingredients for the summoning spell. The Latin was still jerky as it fell from her lips, but she spoke his name firmly as she dropped the match into the bowl and watched the blue smoke billow up. She heard that deep laughter before she saw him.
He was crouched in the circle the same as he'd been the first time, only now his eyes were travelling even more hungrily over her body. He whistled, long and low, before crawling towards the very edge of his confines. He was still nude and still obviously eager to be there.
"Oh my princess, don't you make a pretty package. Did you dress up for me darlin'?" He licked his lips, staring as if he could taste her already. His full bottom lip glistened and she boldly leaned in to nibble at it. He hissed and tried to deepen the kiss but she pulled out of reach, smiling.
"And what if I did," she flirted. "What are you going to do about it?"
"Delicious girl," he all but cooed. "Well, it depends on whether or not you want to keep it after. I'm very inclined to simply tear it from you bit by bit." He smiled widely and you noticed for the first time that his canines were perhaps sharper than they should be. You shivered, partially in lust, but also in that primal fear that all prey has when confronted by a predator.
"You look like you want to eat me alive," she commented.
"'Oh I do," he admitted. "I want to bring you screaming on my tongue more times than you can count, until you don't remember anything but my name. Then I want to fuck you until you can't move for a week. Only then will I be truly satisfied. But then, I've been told I'm too greedy by half and I tend to abuse my lovers. Do you feel abused princess?"
"Not nearly abused enough yet," she laughed. "But what of my desires? Aren't you supposed to please me?"
"Of course!" The creature looked confused. "Does what I described not sound pleasant?"
"Oh I suppose," she responded breezily. "But what if my pleasure is to drive you to madness? Hmm?"
He raised a questioning eyebrow as she reached out and shoved him further back into the circle, allowing her to crawl in after him. Behind her the circle smudged, neither of them noticing. Her hands trailed down his chest, tracing the planes of muscle and texture of his skin, his own hands came up to cup her face. He was looking into her eyes as he kissed her softly, almost chastely. She grinned. Her fingertips brushed down his stomach and danced up the length of his bare cock. He hummed appreciatively.
"You got to eat me last time. This time, I want to taste you," she declared. Delicate fingers circled him firmly and stroked from root to tip, drawing a bead of precum from him. She leaned in and licked it away.
