Chapter 5: Resolution
The sun had not yet risen when Ethan stirred. His back ached from sleeping on his hip, and it took him several seconds to realise where he was. Once the afternoon/evening's events returned to his consciousness, he straightened up and looked at the sleeping demoness on the couch.
Her breasts rose and fell in sync with her even breathing, her nipples still erect from the intense pleasure she'd received earlier.
He glanced at the blanket covering the lower half of her body, hiding the part of her that had reacted so viscerally to his ministrations. It was then that Ethan realized that his own body had responded to her seductive pleas. His arousal became apparent as he readjusted himself in his boxer shorts.
His efforts to be quiet were wasted, however, as the succubus stirred. The first sign of wakefulness was a whimper of pain, and her hands immediately went to her breasts, cupping them tenderly and wincing.
He could see the wounds, now only faint scars, pulsating gently under her fingertips. His eyes widened at the sight of the nearly healed skin, remembering the night before when her breasts had looked like badly butchered meat. "You're a fast healer," he commented.
"The superficial wounds have healed," Morrigan replied, looking up at him. "Thanks to you."
"The sword is still connected to my blood though," she continued, her fingertips gently caressing her chest. "It's still feasting on me. My breasts feel like they're filled with broken glass."
Ethan cringed at the imagery. "How can the connection be severed?" he asked. "You need more of my life force?"
The demon woman nodded, lowering her gaze shyly. "My body is strong, but it's no match for the magic in that terrible weapon."
"But together, we are?" he asked.
"I hope so," Morrigan replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "Because if you can't save me, that sword will finish me off, and I don't want to die. Especially not like this. It hurts so much. I'm really scared....."
Morrigan trailed off, tears brimming in her beautiful green eyes. "If I could just have more of your strength, Ethan, maybe I can break free from its grip on me."
Ethan's eyes never left her face. "Take what you need," he said gruffly, taking a step closer to her. "You don't have to be afraid."
She reached out and grasped his hand, the one that had cupped her breast the night before, parted her shapely thighs and pressed it to her sex. Reluctant to penetrate her for fear her desperate hunger could overwhelm him again, Ethan gently massaged her soft vulva, smiling at her body's response to his touch as her delicate fronds began to glisten with nectar.
He slid one finger between her dew-kissed folds, stroking the sensitive tissues gently. She moaned, eyes closed, her body rocking rhythmically with his finger's motion.
He continued to caress her in earnest, his thumb brushing against her pleasure button. Her slickness made it easy for him to slip another finger inside her.
Her back arched as he began to stroke deeper inside her, feeling the tight muscles gripping him. He caressed her slowly yet delicately, giving her pleasure but withholding himself from going any further.
She moaned, reaching for him, gripping his broad shoulders. "More!" she begged, her eyes wide with desire. Her soft, luscious belly rolled and arched invitingly, accompanied by the intoxicating aroma of her arousal filling the room.
Ethan was paralyzed, unable to resist her. With a groan, he dove between her thighs, his tongue tracing the gentle crease where her belly met her thighs before taking her swollen, glistening clit into his mouth.
Morrigan gasped and bucked her hips, grabbing a fistful of his hair as she pressed herself harder against his mouth.
His tongue continued to glide along her heat, tasting the nectar coating her lips, interspersed with small moans of pure ecstasy. Her legs began to tremble as his tongue flicked and circled swiftly, teasing the sensitive nub in just the right way.
Each thrust of his tongue sent shivers of pleasure coursing through her entire body, leaving her trembling with the intensity of her orgasm.
Ethan pulled away, his face dripping with her sweet, musky juices.
Morrigan looked at him with adoring eyes, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice heavy with emotion.
Ethan smiled, leaning forward to tenderly lick the tip of each nipple before bending over to kiss her. She eagerly responded, her warm tongue gliding against his own as they explored each other's mouths.
With each kiss, Ethan felt a renewed vigor coursing through his veins, and he knew that he was willing to give all that Morrigan needed to break the connection with the living sword. He inhaled her scent, letting her supernatural pheromones excite his libido, even as he denied himself release. His heart raced, blood pounding in his ears as the demon woman drank in his life force in heady draughts. As their kisses became ever more passionate, Ethan caressed the taut, sensitive skin of her large, firm breasts, letting the energy his body produced seep into them.
Morrigan drew in deep breaths, closing her eyes and letting out a satisfied moan as her pain subsided, replaced by the euphoria of drawing Ethan’s life force into her.
Ethan trailed hot, wet kisses down her neck as she tipped her head back and sighed with pleasure, her body writhing beneath him.
Slipping his hand between the valley of her thighs, he teased the slick, knowing that with every passing second she grew weaker as the sword’s grip on her waned.
Morrigan mewled into his mouth, her breaths becoming ragged as his fingers slipped easily between her lips, testing her soft, pink opening. The scent of her arousal was intoxicating. The desire to relieve his own needs rose in him, but he tamped it down, focusing instead on her urgent response to his gentle invasion.
He slid his fingers inside her again and again, teasing her G-spot until she was panting and trembling.