Love is where you least expect it

Love is where you least expect it
By: Bif Mayorga
Based on intellectual property of Blizzard Inc..
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Mirona walked into the room quietly, or as quietly as she could. Her cloven hooves making light clacking sounds as she closed the distance to her master. He sat on the edge of the bed, his back to her. She could tell by the heaving of his back and how he was slumped over that he was crying. A bottle of rum sat on the end stand, half empty, its’ contents obviously being used to attempt to soothe the master’s broken heart.

Mirona knew why her master was crying. She was adept at reading body language. It was part of what she was. She knew men’s hearts and minds like a familiar book. This was the gentle sobbing of a lover spurned. The tears hitting the floor were those of a broken man. She bit her lower lip and swallowed the feelings of anger that swelled from knowing another woman had hurt her master. He was a good man, in her thousands of years she knew none that could come close to him. He never spoke harshly to her, never raised his voice or abused her. He treated her like a lady, opening doors for her and standing when she entered the room. It was something she found silly, but she knew he was a true gentleman and that’s how he was raised. He also had never touched her. Not so much as a handshake. Other masters had struck her, slapped her, and used her, but not him. No, he seemed more uneasy around her, as if afraid that she’d steal his soul at the slightest touch. And although she had the capacity to easily take his life should his guard ever fall, she had no such desire. He was dear to her. She didn’t want to say she “loved” him, because she truly didn’t know the word, millennia of a lifetime had made the concept foreign to her. Human lives were a flicker of a candle flame to her, so short and frail. And in most cases, they were viewed as food not “lovers”. But still, she felt a connection with him that was stronger than with any other human or demon she could recall.

Slowly she sat on the bed beside him, so as not to startle him. He turned his head to look at her, his face tilting up towards hers. His cheeks were puffy, stained with tears, his eyes reddened. They locked eyes for a moment, hers glowing their usual indigo, his, a dark green, almost brown. She loved his eyes, usually they were bright and full of life, a stark contrast to the shimmering, watery ones she saw now. His face was framed by his brown hair, kept a shorter length and brushed back and to the sides. She also liked his facial hair, a simple goatee. In actuality aside from his sideburns it was the only place the poor man could get facial hair to grow. His upper lip and cherubic cheeks were barren of hair, though he shaved them all the same. He thought it made him look “dark” or “sinister”, but the usual warm, friendly smile and aforementioned bright eyes did just the opposite. He had a genial presence, welcoming and disarming. It belied his actual power as a warlock, which was indeed quite formidable. After all, she was his “slave”, bound to him for as long as he walked the terrain of Azeroth. But, at the moment, he looked nothing like a powerful master of the dark arts, and more like a man who’d seen happier times. His face fell back down to stare at the floor. She reached out with her hand and caressed his cheek, tilting his head back up, forcing him to look at her again. Their eyes locked again, and this time he broke. His eyes closing as a new wave of tears streamed down his cheeks.

Mirona moved her hand around to the back of his head and pulled him towards her, cradling his head to her bosom. She shushed him, whispering in his ear words of calm and support. His arms wrapped around her midriff to hug her close. Without a thought she placed a kiss on his forehead. “Why do you weep so master? What has caused such sorrow to fill your heart?” her voice sweet, soft, and soothing. He looked up at her and began to speak, his voice hoarse. “The lady I loved since I was a young boy of 12….. she has broken my heart.”

He laid his head in her lap, bringing his legs up on the bed. She idly stroked his hair as he stared out the window, retelling the event that lead to his current state.

“I asked for her hand in marriage. Presented her with the finest ring I could find. And she…..she laughed at me…..” Mirona gritted her teeth at that. “She asked how such a weak, simple fool could get the courage to ask for the hand of a girl of her caliber.” It was all Mirona could do to not chuckle at that. She knew the girl, a slut; Mirona could recall the scent of several men upon her the last time she was in her presence. But she knew that the master was naïve and unaware of the true nature of the one he desired. He was indeed a simple man, but weak? Not at all, He was far stronger than most males who prided themselves “men”.

“My dear master, cease this crying, I implore you! She is not worth your tears or sorrow! It is she who is unworthy of a man of YOUR caliber!”

“You say this just to make me feel better….”

“No master, I mean this.”

He turned to lie on his back, staring up at her with an inquisitive look on his face. Head cocked slightly to the side, mouth slightly agape.

“You do?”

“Aye, you would be hard pressed to find a finer man in all these lands. You give so much to those you care for and ask so little. Your heart is kind and pure. Any woman of worth would feel blessed to have a man like you.”

“I’m beginning to think no such women exist. As it seems none want me.”

She bit her bottom lip again, her eyes breaking off from his to look across the room. She wanted to look anywhere but at his face, anything to look at but those eyes.

“There may be those who want you….. but are afraid to say so.”

He seemed to contemplate this, as his eyes averted from her face to stare off into space. Mirona meanwhile, was fighting an inner battle. Her heart racing as she debated with herself. She closed her eyes and swallowed. It was time.

She picked his head up out of her lap he seemed to get the message and returned to a seated position. His hands rested on hers when she didn’t let go of his face. A puzzled look came over him. Her eyes slowly opened and time seemed to slow to a crawl. All he could do was to stare into those deep indigo pools, the distance between their faces growing smaller as she pulled him towards her. Her eyes closed again as her lips touched his. The kiss took him by surprise he stiffened, but slowly melted in her hands. She used no magic to soothe him. The kiss was genuine, the passion real, the dam in her mind finally broke letting her true feelings flow from her into that kiss. It was but a moment, but that moment felt like an eternity. It was him who broke it off. His hands on her shoulders he gently pushed her back. His eyes no longer looked at hers, but were back to staring at the floor. His voice was cracking as he spoke.

“We…..we shouldn’t…..can’t….we can’t do this…”

“But why?” she asked, he could hear the pain in her voice.

“I…. I mean. I don’t know if. I mean. You may be tricking me!”

It was her turn to get teary eyed. Her turn to cry from a love rejected. She tried to choke it back, but was failing miserably.

“I’ve never lied to you master. Never tricked you, or tried to steal your soul. Why can’t you trust me? Why can’t you let me touch you? Why won’t you believe I love…. I mean care! I care about you! I just want to show you!”

He was stunned! Did she just say she loved him?! How blind could he have been?! All these years they had been together and he never noticed! As he recalled all their time together the pieces began to fall into place. She had never given him reason to fear her, or question her motives. He did so because of what he had heard from other warlocks. He heard many stories of succubae tempting their masters, draining them of their lives in a moment of lust. Stories of them using deceit and guile to lure their masters to their doom to be free of their bonds and return to the nether. But not Mirona, no, she had been nothing but a faithful friend and companion to him. Using her insight and knowledge of humans to counsel him and protect him from those who would lie to him or try to steal from him. He had always sought her advice in towns when dealing with merchants or inn keepers and she was never wrong.

His throat was dry and he stammered as he tried to mentally digest what was just revealed to him. “Wow” was all he could manage as he scratched his head. Mirona meanwhile was beginning to sob audibly and began to rise off the bed her intent was to leave the room as soon as possible, fearing her master’s reaction. Was he mad? Would he punish her? Thousands of thoughts raced through her mind as she stood. But as soon as she turned to begin walking his hand grabbed her wrist and stopped her. She spun back around only to be pulled to him as he stood to join her. He wrapped his arms around her and it was her turn to be cradled in his arms, her turn to have her head cradled to his chest. It was her turn to be stunned, only to melt in his arms. Eyes closing and a sigh of contentment escaped her. He did care for her after all!

“I’m sorry Mirona… I never realized. You mentioned how any woman would be blessed to have a man like me. Well any man would be blessed to have a woman like you. Demon or not, you’ve been better to me than any human female ever was.”

Her eyes shot up to stare at his face when he said those words. A smile on her face, eyes brighter than he ever remembered them before.

“You mean it master?!”

“Aye, could you ever forgive such a blind fool?”

She answered his question with another kiss, pulling him to her as she fell back onto the bed, her wings furling around them. He again broke the kiss, and again seemed pensive. She looked at him questioningly.

“I’ve never…..I’ve never been with a woman before…. In bed I mean…”

A giggle escaped her as she reached out and pulled him back to face her.

“A better teacher you’ll never find in all the land my dear boy. Let Mirona show you the ways to warm the fires of a woman’s loins!”

His face flushed a deep red as he nodded. She traded places with him, rolling him to his back as she stood. He sat up a bit, resting on his outstretched arms, is eyes wide with interest and the slightest hint of intimidation as she looked down on him over her ample chest.

“First my little man, we shall begin with THESE!”

Her hands moved around to her back and she unclasped her bustier. Teasing the young lad she slowly lowered the cups revealing to him her breasts. Her nipples were a dark merlot, a stark contrast to her rich pink skin. She leaned in towards him. Bringing them to his face for inspection, the sight was overwhelming! His interest was obvious, his eyes locked on the pendulous orbs of flesh before him. His lust for her at the moment was apparent as the bulge forming in his britches would tell. She smiled and “mmm”ed as his warm breath caused her nipples to harden.

“Go on boy. Touch them! Caress them! Squeeze them if you wish, but do so gently. They are quite sensitive and in clumsy, oafish hands you’d cause a poor girl more pain than pleasure!”

He reached up to cup them, his hands unsteady and uncertain. He’d never seen a woman’s breasts bare before. True many barmaids wore their shirts in ways to show off as much cleavage as they could, so as to entice bigger tips from their patrons. But these were the first he’d seen naked outside of illustrations in certain grimoires and seedy “copper novels” that were sold in certain shops. They felt so soft in his hands. They had a weight to them, and a feel he couldn’t describe. He was fascinated as he caressed and squeezed them. Eliciting all manners of moans and sighs from their owner. His finger brushed her left nipple and sent shockwaves of pleasure down her spine. Her flesh raised in goose bumps as she gasped. He instantly withdrew his hand as if he touched a scalding flame!

“Did I harm you?!”

“Oh no, my dear sweet man, quite the opposite! A woman’s nipples are very sensitive and the slightest touch can feel soooo good!”

His hand returned, his fingers rubbing over her nipple, rolling it between them. Gently pinching it between his index finger and thumb he spoke.

“It’s so hard!”

“Aye, that is how you know a woman is excited. Her nipples are hard and her…. Well, we’ll get to that later” she quipped. “You can also use your mouth to please her. Gentle kisses on her breasts, lightly blow on her nipples. This can drive some mad with pleasure. You can also lick and suck her nipples. But be careful. You don’t want to slobber all over them or try to suck the poor things off her chest! Also you don’t want to do it too soon. It’s best to tease them, make them beg for it by using the other things I taught you.”

He nodded in understanding. Then his attention returned to those nipples she spoke of. He leaned forward and inquisitively lapped at her right nipple. Her skin tasting pleasant, he could almost taste a hint of cinnamon. Liking the flavor he took her nipple into his mouth and nursed on her like a child. Her hands on the back of his head, she held him to her breasts.

“Ohhhh that’s it… just like that. Mmmmm, you learn quickly! Now I want you to nip them. Not hard, just a gentle nip here and there. Ahhhhhhh! Yes! Just like that! Now the other! Yes, remember she has two breasts and they both love attention! Such a good boy! Gonna make poor Mirona cum too soon!”

She let him have at her breasts for a while longer, and then reluctantly pulled him off. She stood back up and flashed him a wicked grin.

“Now for you to see a woman’s most forbidden fruit. A place she keeps for only those most dear to her.”

As she spoke her hands slid down her sides, thumbs hooking the bands of her panties. Slowly she lowered them, bending at the hips so as to obscure his view as long as possible; she wanted to see his reaction. Her tail swished back and forth behind her as she pulled her panties down past her goat-like legs. She kicked them at him as she stood back up. The panties hitting him flush in the face. His hands instinctively reached up to catch them, and his eyes closed when her scent wafted into his nostrils. It was overwhelming. It wasn’t a pungent smell, quite the opposite actually. It was like jasmine, but with a hint of musk. Its effect was instantly felt as his cock began to throb in his pants. His eyes opened again as he lowered the panties from his face and he was greeted by a sight that left him awestruck.

Mirona stood before him completely nude. He soaked in the sight, mouth agape. Hands on her hips she stood in a defiant pose. Her tail swishing away as she stared at him with a predatory gaze, her pink tongue flashing out to run along her teeth as she grinned at him, fangs gleaming wickedly. His gaze ran down her body. Those wonderful breasts he was suckling before, her taught abdomen, navel adorned with a green jewel that glittered in the candlelight. And lower still, to her sex. It was like nothing he’d seen before. Her groin was smooth and hairless, coming to a cleft between her thighs. He swallowed audibly as she sashayed towards him. She placed her left hand on his neck.

“You like what you see?”

“I… you….I mean…..wow! You’re beautiful!”

“Thank you. Not many men have seen this, and fewer were left alive” She punctuated the point by squeezing his neck, causing him to jump a little. “Be at ease master, your mortal soul is safe. I could never take your life, I’d not even consider it” He audibly exhaled and she could feel his muscles relax. “This is my sex. Some call it a vagina, a snatch, or a cunt. But I don’t like that word. Instead, you may call it pussy.” His heart was racing, he’d heard the words before, but now he was face to “face” with one. Tightening her grip on his shoulder she pulled him closer to her sex. He could see hints of moisture around her cleft and in rivulets down her thighs. His eyes closed as that scent he had caught in her panties returned, only stronger! She reached her other hand between her thighs and began rubbing her mound. Using her index and middle finger she slowly spread her sex open for him. “In order to get inside my pussy, you must first pass these.. labia, or “lips” of the pussy” She gently flicked the two glistening flaps of skin, which were fully engorged. “A man pushes his cock into here to mate with a female” Switching her ring finger for her middle finger, she used her middle finger to point to an opening near the bottom of her pussy, she then slid her middle finger down and into the hole to illustrate. Withdrawing it, he could see it was covered in a clear liquid. She brought it to her mouth and sucked her middle finger clean, then returned it to her sex. She spread it again, this time pulling back a little, causing a small, fleshy bud to pop out from under her lips into view.

“What’s that?!” He asked with curiosity and awe.

“You are an observant boy. That is my clit, or clitoris. It’s the most sensitive part of my pussy, comparable to the head of your cock.” Indeed upon closer observation he saw that it looked much like the head of his own cock, only much smaller. “I think it’s time you got your first taste of a woman!” She shoved him back down onto the bed. Mounting him she moved up so her thighs straddled his head. Only his nose upwards was visible to her, his eyes as large as saucers. Slowly she lowered her pussy down onto his mouth, her hips grinding back and forth on their own, and her wetness spreading onto his face. “Lick me boy. Taste me as you would ice cream on a hot summer day! Drink my nectar, savor it like it was wine!” She felt his tongue lash out and take its first tentative swipe at her pussy, brushing across her lips several times before slipping between them. She cried out, thighs squeezing his head, her hands clutching handfuls of his hair. It had been so long! Years since anyone had touched her there, let alone went down upon her. As he began to eat her in earnest, she knew she wouldn’t last long. The excitement of it all, the fact that it was her beloved master pleasing her loins; she was going to cum very soon. Her hips were now bucking on his face, sweat beaded on her brow, her breath short and ragged. She gasped at him “M-m-m-m-master….I’m-m-m.. gonna….gonnna…gonnaaaa.. CUUUM!” She threw her head back as she cried out, wings flying out to unfurl. Her pussy spasming on his tongue as her fluids gushed into his hungry maw.

Her orgasm caught him by surprise. He was so swept up in devouring her delicious pussy that her cries startled him. He could only stare at this beautiful creature as she rode the crest of her wave of ecstasy. Her body frozen in rapture as her muscles clinched. He could feel her pussy walls quiver on his tongue and suddenly his mouth was filling with a liquid. Instinctively he swallowed as more and more gushed from her into him. It reminded him of a drink he had in Booty Bay, a mix of mango and the gentle bite of nice spiced rum. It was delicious and intoxicating. His head swam from sensory overload, the smell, the taste, the texture of her filling his senses until she was his universe.

She swung her right leg over his head and flopped down onto his chest. Strings of hair stuck to her sweaty face, her breath heavy as she smiled up at him. He reached out and gently pulled them off as he ran his hands through her hair, stroking her tenderly. She hugged his palm to her cheek.

“Thank you my master. That was phenomenal. It’s been ages since I’ve cum that hard.”

He beamed with pride as he blushed. To think that a sexual novice like he could make her quiver so.

“C’mere you!” she said as she pulled him into a deep kiss, this time darting her tongue into his mouth. She found his and after some enticing, his began dancing with hers. Their tongues were swirling around each other’s, sharing the flavor of Mirona’s crescendo. Without instruction his hands returned to her breasts as they kissed. Squeezing them, and gently tugging and twisting her nipples as their tongues fought for dominance.

It was her turn to break it off. She gently bit and tugged on his bottom lip before placing a kiss on his forehead. Reaching down she ripped open his shirt, revealing his defined torso. His abs rippling as he breathed.

“Now it’s my turn to have a taste of you my boy.”

She returned to a mounted position, but slowly crawled down his body. Lowering her head she trailed her tongue down his neck, to his chest, taking time to lick and bite his nipples as he had done her own, lower still, trailing over his abdomen, gently blowing into his navel, causing him to giggle. She planted a kiss at his waistline as her hands expertly undid his belt and pants. He helped her pull them down and off. She impatiently tossed them across the room she was hungry for her prize! And there it was! Lying across his stomach was his cock. The head glistened with precum from a night of excitement. Below it hung his balls, looking ripe and very full to the female sex demon. She had to restrain herself and bury the hunger that was beginning to gnaw at her. Reaching out she gently grasped his shaft, eliciting a gasp from its owner. Nobody but himself had ever touched him there. And the sensation was far different that from his clumsy masturbation. Her hands were warm and smooth as the finest silk. Her fingers wrapped around him and began to pump up and down his shaft. Mirona reached up and tucked the hair on the left side of her face behind her ear as she leaned towards his penis. She could smell his arousal. His pheromones speaking to her body in a language unheard but immediately understood. Her vessel began to dampen again and she reached between her legs to stroke and finger herself. Bringing him to her mouth she ran her tongue up the length of his shaft, dipping into the hole at his tip to gather as much of his pre as she could before bringing it back into her mouth to savor his taste. It was better than she could have hoped. So full of flavor and vitality! Opening her mouth she took him inside and closed down.

“Ahhhhhh” he soothed as she began to nurse at his cock. Her head began bobbin up and down on his penis as she suckled, her tongue swirling about the head as she pistoned up and down. He could only flop his head back and go along for the ride as he felt pleasure unmatched before in his life. She was in heaven. The man her heart adored was crying out from the treatment she was giving him. Her tongue traced every crevice and vein along his beautiful cock. She took him as deep as he could go, nose flush to his groin, tip poking into the back of her throat, humming so as to drive him mad with pleasure. As her left hand explored her sopping wet pussy, her right began to cup his balls. She gently rubbed and massaged them in her hand, readying them to unload as much of his potent cum as they could produce. She felt them move up towards his abdomen, a sign that his orgasm was fast approaching. She knew the first would be quick, it always was. She wanted to drink his seed before she fucked him. It had been something she wanted to do since she first saw his cock when he bathed under the waterfall in Ashenvale.

“Oh gods Mirona! I’m going to cum! I’m…. I’m…..I’m cumming!”

At the first twitch she backed him out of her throat, catching the flare of his head between her teeth, her tongue darted all over the tip of his cock. Then she felt the first hot splash on her tongue, followed by a second, third, and fourth. His cock continued to spasm as his cum poured into her mouth. She let him slide out of her mouth when he softened, his now limp cock slapped wetly on his stomach, his chest heaving and flushed a deep red. Tilting her head back slightly she let his semen slide down her throat. She felt the warmth as it ran down her esophagus to her hungry belly.

“Very good master! You came so much! You must have been holding that load back for months. It’s not healthy you know” she winked at him. “Especially when you have such a thirsty sex demoness with you! But I suppose that won’t be a problem for you now. Because I’d never say “no” to my horny master!”

“That was unbelievable! I’ve never felt anything like that!”

“Just wait my dear little man. You still have yet to feel the greatest pleasure!”

“I dunno Mirona. I’ve never cum that hard. I don’t think I could get it back up if I wanted to!”

“You just leave that to me master. I’ll get you cock all nice and hard for you.”

She was true to her word. After several minutes of masturbating him and using her expert oral skills, she had his cock as hard as an azerothian diamond, it throbbed in her hand in time with his heartbeat.

“Master…. I must ask you something…”

“Yes Mirona?”

“Master… I haven’t fed in quite some time. All this play has only made it worse…”

“I…..I se-see” He gulped nervously.

“Master, I promised I’d never steal your life and I mean every word. That’s why I’m asking. Could I feed off you? Just enough to feed the hunger. You’d feel as if you’d spent the whole day working in a field, just a little sleepy. After a night’s rest, you’d be none the wiser. That’s all I ask, if you say “no” I won’t, I promise you with all my heart.” She stared at her master, trying to gauge his reaction. He seemed uncertain, but he was obviously in thought. He took a deep breath and looking in her eyes he nodded at her.

“I trust you Mirona. I’ve trusted you with my life before, I trust you with it now.”

She smiled at him and kissed him on the lips. Moving around she straddled his midsection. With her hand around his cock she lined him up for the inevitable. “Brace yourself my master. For there is nothing in this realm that can compare to the feeling a real woman can give you with THIS!” and she sank down, impaling herself on his engorged member.

His eyes squeezed shut and his mouth flew open. The sensations his cock were feeling were beyond even what her mouth gave him. It was so hot and tight. Rings of muscles danced up and down his cock in an attempt to milk him dry of his seed, her juices running down his shaft to dampen the hair of his groin.

“You like?”

“Oh gods yes!” he gasped

“Good, then let us continue!”

She rose up, pussy clinging to his shaft, until just the tip remained inside her. And then she lowered back down. Slowly at first, just to let the both of them get accustomed to the sensations, then she set a rhythm, a rhythm as old as time itself. Up and down, in and out, her insides grabbing at him with every thrust. The smell of sex filled the room. She licked her lips as she stared up at the ceiling, eyes shutting in bliss, her hips gyrating on their own accord. She felt his hands on her waist. He was beginning to thrust up to meet her, his cock wanting to delve as deep into her as it could get. She felt as his hands reached around to cup her buttocks, massaging and cupping them before giving a hearty squeeze, she gave her butt a little shake “Ooooh!” she cooed, then “Ah!” as he swatted her backside, a sensation she found she rather enjoyed!

“Mmmm, as much as I hate to take that thick cock of yours out of my pussy, there are other positions we may try, ones that don’t require poor Mirona to do all the work!” She winked and pinched his nipple before dismounting. Crawling on all fours she grabbed a pillow and hugged it as she rolled her hips back and up towards him. “Surely you’ve seen dogs do it boy. Now it’s your turn. Mount me like a bitch in heat! Stick that cock of yours back where it belongs!” She wagged her rump at him enticingly, her tail waving back and forth like a serpent. She felt his hands return to her hips and he took his place behind her. Using his hand he slid the tip of his cock up and down her slit, lubing it up before pushing it deep inside her. Her tail coiled about his waist trying to pull him in deeper. At last her flesh came to rest against his, she reached between her legs to rub on her clit and cup his balls. He pulled out about halfway before the pleasure made him press back in to the hilt. He backed out again and sheathed himself inside her. He began fucking her in earnest, setting a nice canter. The room echoed the sound of their lovemaking, their flesh slapping together, her pussy audibly slurping on his cock, the little mews and whines she’d make, and his grunts.

Orgasm found her again as she bit the pillow she held for support, stifling the squeal of joy coming from her. He felt her cum as her sex went into convulsions on his. The walls of her vagina clamping down like a vice on his cock, squeezing and releasing, squeezing and releasing, over and over. He had to stop all movement and think about various spells and incantations to stop from cumming in that wonderful anarchy of pleasure that was her orgasming cunt.

“Y-y-y-ou are cuh-cuh-close mast-ter.” She stammered in her orgasmic aftershocks. “Please change positions one more time. I want to look at your face as you cum. To see your beautiful eyes as I feed.”

She rolled over onto her back, his cock falling out of her. She spread her legs and brought her knees up, giving him perfect access to her waiting vagina. She reached out for him and he was more than glad to comply. Aiming himself once more, he pushed inside, her legs wrapping around him, pulling him close. Her hands came to rest on his shoulders and they lovingly stared into each other’s eyes as he pounded home into her. She whispered words of encouragement to him. Urging him to the finish line like a prize quarter horse, begging him to cum inside her.

“Please master, please! Cum inside your Mirona! Fill me with your seed. Feed my hunger! Please! Just let go, release all that cum, and breed me! I need it! I need you! Oh master, I love you!”

Hearing her say it unashamed sent him over the edge. He pushed himself into her to his limit and burst, flooding her with more cum than he thought possible. Her insides responded immediately, muscles rhythmically squeezing from hilt to tip, drawing his cum deep inside her. Her eyes flew open, flaring brighter than any flame, filling the room with an indigo light, her body feeding off his sexual energy. It filled her with a feeling of contentment no meal on this realm could offer. Urges long denied were quieted, giving her peace of mind she hadn’t felt for so long.

His orgasm finally wound down, the rushing river of pleasure slowing to a babbling brook of bliss. His arms became unsteady as the fatigue finally settled in. The night’s activities coupled with her feeding made his eyelids heavy as he collapsed onto her. She held him close as sleep overcame him, her most precious master, he looked so peaceful. She furled her wings around them and yawned as she too finally succumbed to the cries from her body for rest. She placed one last kiss on his lips before her eyelids fluttered shut, a smile of happiness on her face. A love rejected and lost was replaced by a love strong and true.