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 Kadupul
   by Nysidra
   Occult Fantasy (Mf, magic, demon)
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   I found her when she was just a little cherub.  Pure accident, pure
destiny.
   Her family did not know they had given birth to such a special child. 
How could they?  She was gifted in a way that only my kind preferred.
   Larissa Razel would be my own special pearl.  I will watch her, protect
her from others, guard her from discovery.  She would be mine and mine
alone.  A precious flower growing in my secret garden.
   I had no control over Larissa's family, her culture.  She was promised
to a man named Greg at the age of eight.  Fool that he was, Greg did not
pay close attention to his intended.  When she came of age, it would be too
late for him, for anyone.
   Little Larissa, my kadupul, a night blooming flower that could not be
plucked, not bought, only cultivated, observed, witnessed in the short span
of her life.  My kadupul, in my garden.
   I would build a wall around her, the castle under her feet, and when she
blossomed.  Oh, when she blossomed, I would feast.
   ***
   Amir visited the trading village every month.  One snapshot at a time,
he watched Larissa grow from an adorable, fat-cheeked toddler, to a thin,
lanky child, and finally to a stunning adolescent.  Swelling and growing,
hormones flowing.
   Larissa smiled when he approached.  "Do you have a present for me?" The
tight spirals of her hair bounced on her head, along with the skirts of her
dress.
   Amir always did.  Small trinkets of little value, tailored just to her,
meant to show that he listened, paid attention, also to gauge her
responses.
   "That is a lovely color on you, Larissa."
   "Thank you!"
   Coral - she wore it each visit for the next three months.
   His visits made her nervous.  She fidgeted near his cart.  Her eyes
darted to and away from him.  She was reacting naturally to his presence,
his energy.  She didn't yet understand the rising desire, physical longing,
and wanton heat that Amir naturally caused to rise to he surface.
   Month after month, little by little, he became the constant presence,
the listener, her confidant.  Soon, so soon.  He could smell her fragrance,
about to bloom, wanting, curious.
   ***
   Larissa became his siren.  When a female spends her first egg, the
bouquet changes.  That was his sign.  Amir shadowed her and waited.
   She went into the woods to forage.  He followed, undetected by his
precious little lady, unaware of the change she would undergo before the
day was through.
   He didn't make himself known until she was kneeling in the meadows. 
Larissa gasped and turned to stare at him.  "Amir?"
   "Hello." He crouched to the ground in front of her, his eyes lingered
over her lips, neck, into the valley of her cleavage framed by the
hand-crocheted lace.  "Don't get up.  I'd like to join you."
   A small smile, a bit of rouge on her cheeks.
   Amir relieved her of the herb she held as well as the basket.  Setting
them aside, he eased next to her.  "Sit, Larissa."
   She settled onto the grass, her wary eyes cautious with each passing
second.  "I didn't think I'd see you again so soon."
   "Is my presence unwelcome?"
   She shook her head.
   "Speak.  I want to hear that enchanting voice as much as possible."
   She giggled.  "I'm glad to see you, Amir."
   He reached for her, felt the soft skin of her cheek, warmed by the
summer sun.  "I think of you often, Larissa.  I couldn't wait to see you
again."
   Surprise in her hazel-green eyes, indecision.  Using the hand on her
cheek, he pulled her forward and kissed those rosy lips.  Their first kiss,
gentle.  Amir breathed deep.  His tongue flicked out, traced and parted her
lips.  He coaxed his way past the soft folds to her cool tongue.  Just when
she began to respond, Amir pulled back enough to whisper.  "Do you want me
to stop?"
   Larissa turned her head as if to shake.  "No."
   He started again, his tongue sweeping inside to dance with her own. 
Slow, methodical.  Amir taught her to kiss.  Teasing with mouths alone,
setting a fire that would roar if properly tended.  He felt her nerves, but
she never pulled away or flagged.
   She responded with enthusiasm, making a tiny whimper in her throat.
   Amir pulled away.  He brushed his thumb over her swollen lips.  "I
enjoyed that so much." He rested his forehead to hers.  "Thank you."
   "Thank you." She echoed.
   No more than that for now, just a taste.
   ***
   Upon his next visit, Larissa looked at him with wide eyes, the question
in her face.  Would he?
   They arranged to meet in the woods again, further from the village.
   They kissed as they had the last time.  Her arms wrapped around his
neck, her body pressed to his.
   "Lay back, Larissa."
   She did as he asked, her breath coming deep and heavy.  Amir knew that
she was ready.  Bracing himself over her, with his left hand, his right
slid down her neck and danced over her exposed cleavage.  "I want to be the
first to know your body.  I want to be the only man that will satisfy you
completely." Amir would be once she tasted the ecstasy he could bring.  She
would always belong to him.
   He unlaced the front of her dress, loosened the corset that hugged her
nubile flesh.  He felt her nerves, the slight tremble as he tugged the
front of the dress down to reveal her breasts.
   Amir's mouth watered.  "You are so beautiful." He would have said this
no matter what.  He was doubly fortunate that it was the truth.
   Larissa was growing into a beautiful young woman that would turn heads
and feature in many late night fantasies, but she would only ever belong to
him.
   Anticipation.  Curiosity.  She didn't say a word.  He sensed her
emotional openness, her trust.  The creature within savored this moment
like a fine aperitif.  Years of preparation, all perfectly sculpted for
this moment.
   He lay next to her, propped up by his left elbow.  His right hand
skimmed her torso until it reached the soft flesh of her breast.  He
circled the globe, nearing her areola with each circuit.  Her breath caught
in her throat when he touched her nipple.  A long sigh as he teased and
pinched.
   "Amir?" Such a sweet tremble in her voice.
   "My sweet flower." He lowered over her, pressed his face between her
breasts and inhaled, taking in the scent of her skin.  Tiny beads of sweat
formed in the valley of her flesh.  He turned to the side and sucked on her
nipple.
   Larissa whimpered, a tiny sound; her body shuddered.  Amir tongued and
laved one after the other.  All that latent desired pulled to the surface,
drowning her doubt and confusion.
   She was born to belong to him, born to nourish him, delight him.  All
Amir had to do was teach her how.  His right hand slid down her body,
passed over her hip, trailed over the fabric of her dress until he reached
her thigh.  Amir gathered the material until her legs were bare to him.  He
slipped under the skirt, along her thighs.  He moaned as his fingers met he
soft curls of hair on her pussy.
   Larissa's breath turned erratic when he grazed her wet slit.  Up and
down, not yet parting her puffy outer labia.
   "Do you usually go without under garments, Larissa?"
   Her throat worked before she whispered her answer.  "No, sir."
   Amir's heart beat a little faster.  "Did you take them off for me?"
   When she did not answer, he leveled a hard look at her.
   "Yes, sir."
   "Did you hope that I would touch you?" He traced the crease of her
thigh, hot, sweaty, slick from her arousal.
   "Yes, sir." Larissa's voice broke and her eyes shimmered.
   "Shh, none of that." He went back to her wet slit, but kept to the outer
lips.  "You have given me such a gift, Larissa." He kissed the spot under
her ear.  "You don't have to wear undergarments when we meet.  I like
knowing you are ready for me, waiting for my touch.  Do you think of me as
much as I think of you?"
   "I do."
   Amir frowned as if doubting her words.
   "I do!  Almost every night.  I was hoping you liked me."
   He dropped his voice to a low rumble.  "I do a lot more than like you."
   Her expression washed over with relief.  Her own feelings validated. 
This was good, very good.  She was ready for his touch.  He parted the
outer labia with a single finger.  She took a sharp breath as he touched
the fiery wet inner lips.
   "Open your thighs for me.  Let me show you how much better it will
feel."
   She did, a little, enough, but Amir wanted more.  "That's it, Larissa.
Open for me.  Keep going, precious." He kissed her when she got her legs
spread wide as she could make them.  His fingers circled her opening,
filling the beautiful day with wet smacking sounds.  Up to this point he
had not touched her clitoris.  He didn't know what it felt like, looked
like.
   Amir kissed her harder.  He would know soon.  He would be the first to
know.
   "Baby, do you hear that?" His sloshed his fingers side to side along her
opening, spreading and frothing her liquid.  "Do you hear how wet you are,
Larissa?"
   "Y-yes, sir." Worry, uncertainty.
   Amir let the questions build.  Did he like it?  Was he pleased or
disgusted by her flood of sticky sweetness?  "That is so beautiful,
Larissa. Your body is so perfect.  You were born to feel this passion." He
would make her his perfection.  She would burn for his touch.  The road to
that moment began years ago.  Amir waited, kissing her lips, playing in her
soaking wet labia.
   He had a whole week with her though she didn't know it yet.  All Larissa
knew was that he was here, now, touching her, that he may leave tomorrow
and not return for a month.
   She would drive him forward.  Amir needed only to wait.
   The girl writhed beneath his touch, side to side, up, down.  She gasped
and stilled.  Amir looked at her, concern and surprise on his face.  "What?
What happened?  Did I hurt you?"
   "No, I," she tilted her hips forward, forcing his fingers to glide over
her clitoris.
   "Talk to me, Larissa."
   "That feels so good."
   "This?" He teased her clitoris, circled the base of it.
   "Yes!  Yes, please."
   "You like that?" Amir smiled into her neck to hide his gloating.  It
didn't matter.  Her eyes were shut, mouth partially open, hips rolling.
   "Amir," she breathed.  "that feels so good.  Please, just like that."
   "What about this?" He rubbed faster in tighter circles.  It felt thick,
long.  Amir's dark heart raced.  His patience became hard to maintain as
his mind whirled.  He wanted to see, to taste, to suck on her little cock.
   One step at a time.
   He needed to be here beside her when she had her first orgasm.  He
wanted to be the voice in her head at that tender moment of vulnerability.
   "That's good, my darling.  Tell me what you like." He leaned down and
pressed his lips to hers.  She wrapped her arm around him and forced her
tongue into his mouth.  Lust had her in its grip.  This was the woman
waiting inside, ready.
   His fingers slid down her slit and sank into her pussy, easing into her,
stretching her.
   Larissa moaned and her grip on his shoulders tightened.
   "You are so beautiful like this.  So open, honest." He purred as his
thumb worked her clitoris while his fingers pumped her tight pussy.  Just
as suddenly he slowed, but did not stop.
   He eyes opened and she stared at him.  She arched her hips to meet each
slow stroke.
   "Do you like it, Larissa?"
   "Yes, sir."
   "Say it.  Tell me."
   "I like," she whimpered.  "I like when you touch me, the way you touch
me."
   "Good girl." Amir smiled down into her lust glazed eyes.  She would be
so easy to mold.
   "Amir," she gasped.  "Something is happening." Her thighs tensed, her
hips tried to fuck more of his fingers into her passage.
   Amir's skin tingled, feeling the approach of her orgasm.  "'My body
belongs to you,' say it.  Tell me, Larissa."
   "My body belongs to you, Amir."
   He closed his eyes, savoring the sweet declaration.
   She went a step further, solidifying their union.  "I belong to you,
Amir."
   "Yes, my girl, you do."
   Her body tightened and shuddered.  Her face twisted and she bit on her
bottom lip.  She was a pleasure to behold.  Her orgasm filled him, renewed
him body and soul.  Such was the uniqueness of her birth.  Amir felt her
pleasure like warm water, a drug that soothed him from head to toe.  It
would only get stronger the more she gave to him.
   Larissa collapsed onto her back, panting, eyes unfocused, her thighs
spread wide.
   Beautiful.  Amir parted from her, eased down her body until he could
kneel between her thighs.  He gathered the skirt of her dress at her hips.
His beautiful flower.  Frothy, wet, swollen.  Dark red flesh with its dusky
brown inner lips.  Amir's mouth watered as he looked upon her.
   Feeling her eyes on him, he let her know just how he felt.  "You are
perfect, beautiful." He lay on the ground and cupped her ass just prior to
pressing his lips to her pussy in a gentle kiss.  His warm breath teased
her slit as he lapped at her folds.
   First taste.  Divine ambrosia.  Her surprised moan filled the air.  Amir
moaned with her, drinking from her fruit.  So good.  "Delicious." He
muttered as he suckled.  She didn't know how her energy sustained him, how
her pleasure made him stronger.
   His tongue dipped inside, seeking more, hungry, so hungry for more.  Her
clitoris emerged from its hood, bright red, thicker and longer than most
women.  Amir groaned and took the blood engorged bud into his mouth.
   Above him, Larissa sucked in great gasps of breath, her small hands
secured his head, pressed him against her delicious crotch.  "Please, yes,
Amir.  That feels so, so good.  My body is yours.  Don't stop.  Please
don't stop." She cried out.  "I like that.  Yes, please, lick me like
that." Her fingers tangled in his hair as her pleas continued.
   Fixed to his trough of choice, Amir fed.  Incoherent words spilled from
her as she begged for each climax.  After her third orgasm, he pulled away
to gaze upon her flushed face.
   "Hearing you beg is the sweetest music.  My cock is throbbing because of
you.  Do you mean those honeyed words?  Are you mine?"
   "Yes, Amir, I mean it.  I have always wanted to be yours."
   "I want you, Larissa.  I want to fuck your sweet pussy."
   "I don't care who I am promised to.  I want to be yours."
   How could Amir turn down such a request?  He had planned to make her
wait, to make her beg.  It didn't have to be today, this moment.
   No force from either realm would stop him now.  He released her hips and
crawled over her prone body.  One hand braced his weight while the other
freed his cock.  He stroked her folds with the tip, coating himself in her
ample lubricant.  "Tell me again, Larissa."
   "I want you to," she pulled his head down and whispered into his ear,
"fuck my sweet pussy.  It belongs to you."
   He shifted and began the steady push into her cavern of delight.  She
whimpered, her eyes widened, her breath turned rapid and shallow.  Amir
took care not to hurt her too much.  His cock was fat, bigger than most,
pleasing to human females with ample experience, but frightening to those
without.  She was his and she would stretch to fit him.
   "You belong to me, as you were meant to." A low moan rumbled in his
chest.  "So fucking warm, tight." His head rested on hers as he pressed
deeper into her.  "Wrap your legs around me.  I know it hurts now, but I
will make it better.  I swear it to you.  Be brave for me, little flower."
   Her gentle whimpers lengthened as the new angle of her body allowed him
to sink deeper.
   "I will cherish you above all others, Larissa." Amir kissed his tears,
savoring the taste, relishing her submission.  Finally, after so long, he
was inside her, buried.  "Always." Her tiny nails dug into his back,
scratched the skin.
   "Promise?" Her moan was filled with discomfort and regret.
   "I promise." He moved, pulling out of her a little and then back in. 
Short, gradual thrusts.  He could work her back to that place of pleasure.
He listened, keyed into the signature of her energy.  He wanted to fuck
her, ram her with the full force of his cock, but not today, not now.  "I'm
proud of you, taking all of my cock.  I'm big, and you took it all."
   Her hands moved to his shoulder, but she wasn't trying to push him away.
Her head was rolled up, trying to look over the folds of her dress.
   "Do you want to see?"
   "Yes, sir."
   Amir pushed her skirt down, cradled the back of her neck.  Both of them
looked down.  He pulled out and her pussy went with him, his cock coated in
pale pink lubricant.  Her clitoris exposed, seeking the stimulation that
would take her over.  "I need to fuck you now.  Need to come inside you."
   He lengthened his thrusts, building a pace that became harder and faster
until she was screaming with each thrust of his cock.
   "Take it, Larissa." He buried his cock in her pussy to the hilt each
time.  He gripped her thigh and pulled her tighter, grinding his pelvis to
hers.  Forgotten were his earlier thoughts of taking her easy, going slow.
He would deliver on his promise right now.
   The pitch of her scream changed, her arms wrapped around him, pushed on
his ass.
   "Who do you belong to?"
   "You, sir.  I belong to you."
   "Who does this pussy belong to?"
   "It belongs to you, Amir." She moaned, her body arched, tensed.
   "Good girl.  I will own you forever.  Forever my beautiful, special
girl."
   Larissa didn't have to believe him now.  It was a lesson she could learn
with time.  Much like the one he was about to teach her.
   "Give yourself over to me.  Everything.  I want you." His cock worked
her, grinding and demanding with a force that belied his wraith nature. 
Every glimmer of power he had, he called on to make her orgasm despite the
discomfort of her first union.  He needed her to crave him, to need him.
   She bucked and tightened on his cock seconds before her shrill scream
ripped through the woods.
   Amir gained speed, slammed into her gushing cunt.  His roar joined her
panting scream.  With a final thrust he buried his swelling cock into her,
growling and moaning as euphoria had him seeing stars.  Stream after stream
of his ejaculate filled her, coated her vaginal walls, marking her as his
by carefully wrought magic.
   He could not speak, could not think.  He was caught in a fugue state. 
The force of her energy flowing through him took him to a place beyond
time. He would never grow tired of using her.
   A sharp breath and reality came back to him, his heart did not fail.  He
lay over her, his cock buried in her sweet pussy.  They were both short of
breath, dripping with sweat.
   Larissa gave him a slow smile, warm.  Her eyes shimmered with tears.
   "Come see me tomorrow.  You'll be sore.  I want to make sure you are
well before I leave." Amir caressed her forehead, wiping the sweat from her
brow.  "When you go into town, stop by the general store, go out the back
entrance and climb the staircase.  I will be waiting." Amir kissed her on
the cheek.  "Don't keep me waiting long, Larissa."
   ***
   Amir's praise was not in vain.  That day, and in the clandestine
meetings that followed, she never kept him waiting, never left him wanting.
Amir had her at least once a season, rarely more.
   With age, Larissa ripened, blossomed into his perfection.  He always
told her that she belonged to him.  He reminded her of this each time they
met, had her repeat the oath.
   No matter who she slept with, to whom she had been promised, she would
always belong to him.
   ***
   Over the years, Larissa turned to her intended, Greg, in a vain attempt
to deny the bond they had formed so many years ago.  Amir knew that she
yearned for him.  He felt the rising of her passion, the frustration when
Greg could not touch her, the despair when her masturbatory sessions did
not yield the euphoria only he could deliver.
   Amir left her alone in those years.  The nectar she fed him was sweet
when she lacked for shame or second thoughts.  He allowed her the delusion
that she could withdraw.
   It made this day, her wedding day, all the more special.
   As a frequent visitor and trusted liaison, Amir's attendance at the
wedding was expected.  He lurked in the background, his eyed fixed to her
body the whole time.
   Larissa had been aware of his presence the moment he entered the
gardens. Her eyes shifted is his direction at every given opportunity.
   Amir still rode into town each month, conducted his business, but it had
been a whole year since he last spoke to her.
   Her gloved hands opened and closed.  Her pink tongue darted to lick her
painted lips.  Her general unease put a self-satisfied grin on Amir's face.
No one questioned it.  All assumed he was proud like the others.
   Amir witnessed her pledge her devotion to another.  She lied before her
friends and family for a man who could not give her what she deserved, what
she needed.  Their union would not last, but such trivialities did not
concern him.
   The time was not right for Amir to make his home with her.  His life did
not allow for a permanent partner, not yet.  If she wanted to fill their
time between with this fool, Amir did not care.
   For now, he could share her, but tonight he would affirm his rule of her
mind and body.  She would remember to whom she truly belonged.
   The festivities continued into the night - song, dance, food, drink. 
Larissa was no less anxious.  Did she expect him to approach, dance, kiss
her, and wish her well?  Amir never got more than a few feet away from her.
He danced with others, talked, laughed, even kissed other woman - young and
willing and beautiful.
   Amir never loss sight of Larissa, never missed her worried glances in
his direction.  That she could not stop looking at him for more than a few
minutes pleased him.  He dominated her mind on the day of her wedding.
   Finally, the celebration came to a close.  The new couple retired to the
small home made especially for a new couple.  They would live in that
neutral territory for a full lunar cycle.
   A dark smile tugged on his lips.  He lingered while others dispersed. 
He settled near the bed chamber window.  They talked.  Greg initiated her
undressing, advised her to be calm.  Minutes later Greg grunted as he
claimed what he thought was a bed of fresh snow.
   Amir laughed silently.  Fool from the start and a fool until the end. 
The sounds within quieted too soon.  He felt Larissa's bitter
disappointment like a thorn.
   She deserved so much better and he had just what she needed.  Amir
waited until they were sleep before moving from his spot.  Amir called upon
his power to enter the house undetected.  He lulled Greg's mind in a
profound slumber.  The man would not wake until Amir released him.
   Greg had rolled away, his back to his bride, curled on the far side of
the large bed.
   In the time that Amir watched, she shifted on the bed, restless.  His
flower needed the slumber of an exhausted woman, recuperating from a long,
arduous session.  He approached the bed and undressed.  Each article fell
to the floor with little noise.
   He slipped into the bed and spooned her.  Her long body warm, soft, firm
under under smooth skin.  His hand smoothed along the side of her hip.  She
shifted, but not away from him.  She arched her ass back, making perfect
contact with his swollen cock.
   Amir sighed heavily and went for the trimmed curls of hair over her
mound.  He frowned upon feeling her inner lips.  Dry.  Did she clean
herself after Greg's inept performance?  Amir sought lower, under her
clitoris, between her inner labia.
   He pressed the spongy pad of flesh and sent visions into her dreams. 
Nothing creative - merely his favorite memories of her.  The days when they
had little time, taking her hard and fast against the wall.  Early in the
morning when Amir lay on his back and his beautiful Larissa sat astride his
face for up to an hour, feeding him and having orgasm after orgasm.
   Soon his woman was silky and coating his finger in his favorite syrup.
Amir moved to Larissa's clitoris, teasing the sensitive nubbin until her
hips arched and that long clitoris emerged.  Amir knew just how to stroke
her, make her whimper in her dreams.
   "Wake up, Larissa.  I'm here to remind you of your place." His sultry
whisper was enough to bring her awake.  His other hand slid around her neck
and pinched, just enough to keep her from screaming.
   Larissa had felt this grip before, knew how to obey it.  She took a
short breath and stilled.  Then crushing waves of sadness passed from her
body to his.
   "No, baby.  No tears.  I did not come here to make you cry." Amir had
done precisely that.  "I told you no matter what, you belong to me.  I own
you.  I don't care who you lie with.  You know who owns your pussy.  Don't
you, Larissa?"
   "Yes, sir."
   Amir kept stroking, his touch too firm to bring her to orgasm.  "Tell
me."
   "You own me, Amir."
   "Does my precious Larissa want me to fuck her?"
   "Please, yes.  Fuck me.  I need you."
   Was the sob that time from memories of not getting off?
   "Put my cock in your pussy.  That's where I belong.  Stick my cock in
your wet pussy."
   She took hold of him and stuffed him into her wet slit, pushed and
shuddered until she had all of him.  She moaned as he filled her.
   "You missed my cock, didn't you?"
   "Yes, sir.  I missed you, Amir.  I've missed the way you fuck me."
   "I missed you too, Larissa." Amir meant every word.  The passion Amir
had for his rare flower was unmatched.
   She rolled her hips while he stroked her clitoris.
   "Fuck me, baby girl.  Let me make you feel the way you deserve."
   Her moans become primal grunts of need.  He knew what she needed.
   Amir rolled Larissa onto her stomach and got a fist full of her hair. 
"Yes?"
   "Yes, thank you."
   A broad smile spread on Amir's face as her screams filled the room. 
Greg slept through it all.  Amir sought the deepest reaches of Larissa's
cunt, but that wasn't enough.  He gripped her hips and pulled back until
she was on her hands and knees, knees spread wide.  He pushed down on her
shoulders.
   "This is the cock you wanted on your wedding night, isn't it?"
   "Yes, Amir.  I wanted you.  I will always want you.  I belong to you."
Her words were chopped, sharp, punctuated by his thrusts.  Deep, wet,
fleshy smack filled the air.  This is what his slut deserved.  Her
movements become frantic as each thrust of his cock hit the right spot that
made her frantic with lust.
   "Don't forget who this pussy belongs to.  I own your body.  You gave me
your pledge." He growled as he thrust forward and ground into her pussy.
   "I belong only to you, only you." She whimpered, nearly on the verge of
tears.  Under normal circumstances, his Larissa would have been on her
second orgasm, but Amir wanted to teach her a lesson.  She had to earn this
one.
   "You want to let go, don't you?"
   "Yes, Amir.  Please, it's been so long."
   "Do you know why you can't?  I haven't told you to, baby.  I told you
last time, you won't let go until I let you go."
   "Please, Amir.  Please, I'll be good.  I need to make you squirt inside
me.  I want to get rid of his touch."
   Amir laughed softly.  She was so wanton, so eager to prove herself to
him.  She was well and truly under his mercy.  He thrilled at the triumph.
He had been too long without his sweet ambrosia.  Her energy awakened
powers within Amir that had been lost to him for decades.  The ability to
fuck his lover with her husband of a few hours asleep beside them was
unattainable before he took his first drink from her sweet pussy.
   He cupped her breast in one hand and attacked her clitoris with the
other.  He teased her mercilessly.  Her wet cunt slathered his cock.  Her
body convulsed in his arms.  She threw her had back over his shoulder.  Her
body strained as he fucked her.  All was silent save for the slap of their
flesh.  His fingers teased her to the point of tears.  His hips gained
speed, slamming into her cunt.  Her ass pressed back to take him deep as
possible.
   "Let go, baby girl.  I want you to milk my cock.  Show me how much you
belong." Amir's eyes rolled into the back of his head as she did just that.
"Fuck, baby.  Do it." His hips bucked.  "You belong to me, Larissa.  You
are my woman, my slut, my special baby girl.  Don't forget again." Her body
convulsed around his cock.  She writhed in the wake of her orgasm.
   He joined her, his moans mingled with hers.  He released the contents of
his testicles deep inside her.  Wiping away the competition of others.
   "My Larissa."
   "Forever," she answered.
   ***
   For a few days a season, she was his.  She never gave him any hint that
Greg had left.  Amir never thought to ask.  Her husband did not matter to
him.
   He entered the village and heard the news through a local reporter. 
Greg had left her years before, and she left the village without word to
her friends or family.
   Months later, he came upon her by chance in the metropolitan area. 
Almost fate as he was literally led to his flower.
   The young woman he had been sharing his bed with, Kiri, had taken him
with her to meet her good fried, one who been thinking of remarrying.
   He had no idea that 'good friend' would be his Larissa.
   Recognition.  Alarm.  Her hazel eyes focused on Kiri.
   "Where's your beau?"
   "He had a meeting he had to take.  I was waiting to tell you." She
played as if they were strangers.
   Amir played along.  Not because he felt fear or nervousness.  Pure lust,
longing, aching.  So, she had not tried to run from him?
   Amir wanted her then and there, but decided to play along.  They had a
light meal and stopped in the shops along the promenade.  This shop owner
was a friend of theirs and let them look through his newest dresses while
they talked.
   Knowing Larissa was soon to be his, to feed him, Amir used the last of
his energy to touch, kiss, lick, suck, and hold her - all without physical
contact.  He spent the whole time engaging with her this way.  The feel of
his finger circling the base of her clitoris, the sensation of his tongue
sliding along her slit, his teeth tugging on her nipple.
   Her eyes went wide as she connected the cause to him.
   Amir pretended to snuggle into Kiri's neck and blew Larissa a kiss.  And
now, near the end of the day, Kiri left the changing stall to make her
purchases.
   "Amir, could you help me with this zipper?"
   "You go on.  I'll take these things to the car."
   He entered the semi-circle dressing room.  Three mirrors reflected her
beauty, smooth, gorgeous.  "You look lovely, Larissa."
   "I was wondering if I would ever see you again."
   "You thought I would abandon you?"
   She lifted her shoulders in a small shrug.  "Isn't that what happened?"
   "You left."
   "I thought you would find me."
   "I would.  I thought I was giving you time to adjust." Amir smiled at
her reflection in the mirror.  "Did you miss me?"
   "You know I did.  I always miss you." She turned her blinking eyes to
the ceiling.  "I need you, but I need to learn to live without you.  Is
Kiri what you do without me?"
   "She is your friend.  You talk.  How does she speak of me?  As a friend
only.  She is not mine.  You are mine."
   "Things have to change."
   "Nothing will change." He put his arms around her, but she pushed him
away.
   "Stop.  I can't do this." She took one step away before she froze.  She
spun and faced him, her eyes wide and pleading.  "Please, Amir.  I really
need help with this zipper.  It's stuck."
   "It looks beautiful on you." He furrowed his brows.  "Are you telling me
no?  Denying me?"
   "I'm saying that we can't ...  I can't do this.  I need to move on."
   Amir could not believe her words.  She promised him.  He reached for
her, but she stepped out of his reach.  "No, not here."
   "You really are telling me no." His tone incredulous, anger rising.  He
leveled his fury on her, trapped her between his arms, against the mirror.
"You don't ever tell me no." His voice carried the full weight of his
wraith blood.
   Larissa knew it then, believed the confession he made to her years ago -
he was not born of this realm, but one of power and magic.  She had only
been nine when he imparted the solemn secret, but she never forgot that
moment.
   "Please, Amir, I want--"
   He put his hand around her throat.  Usually he waited until she was
dripping wet, on edge, begging to be filled.  This time she needed a
lesson, a harsh one.  He lifted the skirt of the dress, snatched off her
panties, gripped one thigh and freed his cock from his trousers.  She
braced on his shoulders.  She was not strong enough to push him away, like
the first time.  The time she held him while he stretched her open.
   "You are my slut.  Never--" The words of admonishment caught in her
throat.  Hot, tight, fiery warm flesh welcomed his cock.  She was more than
ready.  The walls of her pussy clenched as he plunged her depths.
   Larissa pulled his hand from his throat.  Amir didn't care, he kept
thrusting, feeling every inch of his beloved.
   "I wanted to see if you would fight for me, Amir.  I ran because I
wanted you to follow.  I want to be with you, only you.  I am ...  I am
your flower." Further words were crowded out by her moans.
   "Fuck, baby." Amir slammed into her, holding her firm.  "Look at the
mirror.  Look at this perfect image." Amir fucked her good and hard.  Her
hard stub of a clitoris banged into his pelvis.  "Let go.  Release whenever
you want.  I didn't mean to starve you.  I didn't mean to hurt you."
   Her head rolled back as she gushed on his cock.  She was the food and he
was the predator, but in these moments, she glowed, as if feeding from him.
   "Never deny me, flower.  Not even in jest.  Never doubt that I don't
want you.  Never think I would abandon you."
   "Amir, please, I want more of you.  I don't want anyone but you.  I need
you all the time.  I can't go on like this - being with you for a few days
only." Her tears ran freely.  "Please, I need you every day."
   Amir derived his power from her.  She made him beyond words with joy. 
Amir had been so addicted to her, knowing that she wanted him filled him
with the harmonics of love.  Mood hyping energies that could - and did -
put him in a euphoric state.
   Time around them stood still.  No one would disturb this moment.  They
each climaxed hard, but with a difference even Larissa noticed.
   "Don't you love me?" She whispered.
   "More than anyone.  I won't neglect you.  Never.  Pay for the dress. 
Keep it." Amir kissed her, licked the tears from her cheeks.  "Go now.  I
will find you."
   ***
   Amir took his time, gathering his clothing, picking up discarded
hangers. "Enjoy the show, Kiri?"
   She emerged from her hiding place.  "I knew she was yours.  The girls
reeks of your essence."
   Amir looked over the half-wraith's body, lingering over the curves he
enjoyed so much.  She was the child of a wraith and gifted human bond pair,
a thank you to both worlds.  Her essence provided no great power or
sustenance, but the sex was fulfilling in other ways.  She could alleviate
his cravings.
   Kiri and her type kept Amir patient and sane for Larissa.  Kiri's scent
was rich, heavy, like crushed dry petals and leaves.  He smelled her lust
like a perfume filling the room.
   Amir responded with the renewed hardening of his cock, seeking the
promise of damp pussy.  "On your knees."
   She knew this position well, she opened her mouth to receive his cock,
her exuberance to serve more keen than before.  "I smell her." She moaned
before sucking, licking, worshipping his cock.  "I've wanted so badly to
taste her."
   Amir groaned as her tongue worked the under side of his cock.  Kiri and
Amir had been lovers for the past five years.  He cared for her and
considered sharing his home with her, but only if Larissa agreed.
   That she had befriended the woman let Amir know where Kiri's intentions
lay.  Fuck, he hoped so.  He pushed her back and positioned her facing the
wall, legs spread, hands braced on the mirror.
   "Did you enjoy watching me fuck Larissa?"
   "Yes, Amir." She turned her round ass up.  Kiri's bald pussy glistened.
   Cock in hand, he stepped up to her, went partially in and waited.
   "Fuck me, Amir.  I need it."
   He pumped into her just the way she liked.  Hard, punishing strokes.  He
rained hard smacks on her ass between thrusts.  "If you're a good slut,
maybe I'll let you sample her with me."
   There was a thought.  Two women of fortunate birth?  Amir would grow
drunk on their essence.  "Did you touch yourself while you watched me fuck
my woman?"
   "Yes, but I wanted your cock inside me."
   Amir moaned, tightened his grip on her ass and fucked her hard enough to
rattle her bones.
   The shopkeeper entered the dressing room and watched in amazement as his
thick cock slammed into her pussy.  Amir slowed his stroke, gave the man a
good look at her hungry cunt.  He mouthed, 'not long,' while tugging on her
nipples.
   "Look at you, getting fucked like a bitch in heat in this man's store.
What do you say?" He smacked her hard to drive the point home.  Turning her
already pink ass red.
   "I apologize Mr.  Stegram, may I please suck your cock?"
   Amir nodded though the man was already walking over, fishing his half
hard cock out.
   He had long fucked away any of the social mores Kiti had been born into.
Kiri took the shopkeeper in her mouth with a soft moan.  Her pussy clenched
around his cock and soon she was in the grip of her released, humming and
moaning.
   The shopkeeper, Mr.  Stegram, didn't last much longer.  Amir followed
soon after, spilling into Kiri's wet hole.
   ***
   "Where does she stay?" It hadn't been more than an hour since they left
the shop, but knowing his Larissa was nearby made him hungry for her.
   Kiri wrote the address down with a smile.  "You are very lucky."
   "I know."
   After Larissa's declaration, Amir needed to accelerate his plan.
   Voices on the other side of the door.  Amir checked the address.  Did
she have a visitor?
   Amir knocked and nodded to the man who opened the door.  Larissa handled
Amir's presence around others regularly, but this time even her suitor
noticed a change in her behavior.
   "I suggest you leave Larissa with me."
   The other man walked out.
   Larissa stood with a slack jaw.  She had showered and changed since
their last encounter.
   By realm law, Amir could keep as many partners as he could provide for.
He only needed a couple more years before he could have the place he
wanted, but Amir could not risk hurting her in the meanwhile.
   He shrugged out of his jacket and folded it over the back of the chair.
   "Amir." Her voice trembled with uncertainty.
   "You said you wanted me - more.  I'm here, Larissa.  I will keep you. 
Come with me.  Live with me as my partner." He spoke the impassioned words
in a rush as he approached.
   Her eyes turned glassy with unshed tears.  Disbelief.  Restrained hope.
"Like Kiri?"
   "No." He put his arms around her.  "You are above all others.  Isn't
this what you wanted?"
   "To be with you, not every lunar cycle or season, not for you to
disappear for years."
   "Be my girl, every day."
   Larissa buried her face in his chest.  "I want that to be true."
   Amir could resist no longer.  He kissed those gorgeous lips, pushing the
sleep shorts down.  They broke apart long enough to shed clothing.
   "I want you," she breathed as she took his cock in hand.
   "I'm here." He set her on the counter to hold her closer, kiss her face,
neck, cherish her breasts.  His wraith rose to the surface, shifting his
features.  Amir was powerless to stop the change.
   Larissa gasped.  His coal black eyes met her shocked expression.  "I'm
not afraid." Her statement contradicted the rush of adrenaline.
   He carried her to the small bedroom and lay her on her back.  "You have
no reason to fear me.  I cherish you, Larissa.  I crave you." He held her
thighs open as he spoke.  The voice of his wraith form had a intoxicating
quality to his thrall.
   Moisture gathered on the lips of her pussy.  Amir got close and blew a
stream of air on her clitoris.  "Come out and play," he swiped his tongue
up her slit, flicked the tip.  Her body shivered.  He teased with his lips
and tongue until her hips quivered.
   "Please Amir.  I want you.  I want to feed you."
   He lifted his gaze.
   She looked down at him with a smile.  "I am yours alone."
   "That's my girl." Sliding his hands under her ass, he lowered his head
and feasted on her sweet surrender.  His beautiful flower.  His tongue
penetrated her, fucking her with his mouth.  Her strangled cries of lust
were music to his ears.  His cock wept to be inside her.
   Taking the hint her body was trying to give, Amir trailed his tongue
around her fat clitoris.  Round and round its swollen length.  He sucked it
into his mouth.
   "Fuck.  Fuck, yes, Amir.  Yes.  Just like that."
   He nibbled on the engorged flesh.  She screamed and gushed into his
mouth.  Her hands fastened his face to her pussy while she sought to ride
out her orgasm.  He kept it up until she couldn't take it any longer.
   Amir drank from her slit, nursed like a baby at her spread legs.  He
pulled away and crawled over her body.  "You were born to belong to me."
   She reached up and pulled him down into a kiss, wrapped her legs around
his body.He obliged her by sinking into her folds.  The rocked like a
gentle wave, in no hurry.  Her nails dug into his shoulders.  "You feel so
good inside me."
   He reached for her knees and draped her legs over his shoulders.  He
rolled forward and bent her nearly in half.  Over and over he buried into
her depths, slow, persistent, constant.  Both of them resisted the urge to
go faster or more frenzied.
   Her passionate cries were surely loud enough to hear, but the world
around them no longer mattered.
   "You like being mine, don't you, Larissa?" His voice was a husky growl.
   "Yes, Amir.  I love being yours."
   "Let go, baby.  Show me how much you love my cock."
   She tensed and took him over with her.  He filled her as he was filled
by the purity of her desire.  Bonded for life.
   <->
Written: May 2014
   Contact: nysidra at hot mail dot com
  
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