Natural Consequences by Elliott Kay

leaving him trembling with pleasure at the sensations of her skin on his. One hand remained around his neck. The other traced down his chest once more, down his stomach, fingers curling around his erection and slowly stroking him.
    “I live for this, ” he confessed.
    “You do. Your lust defines you as much as your conscience. We merely have to find a way to balance them.”
    He let out a soft moan as her hand brought him between her legs, teasing him with her moist, welcoming flesh. Their eyes fluttered open together, staring back at one another for this moment as they so often did. His hands on her hips urged her down onto him, and as she took him inside her they shared a trembling breath.
    Lorelei smiled broadly, grinding her hips against his to revel in the intimacy that would consume their whole night together. Establishing her control, Lorelei set a slow, savoring pace. His hands slid up her sides to cup her breasts. Before they met their goal, Lorelei squeezed him within her and ground against his groin, leaving his eyes rolling back as he gasped.
    When his eyes opened again, he found his succubus staring back with a haughty grin . Her smooth, perfect skin turned red. Her horns and wings were now on full display. He felt her tail slash against his legs. It left him feeling all the more naked, and all the more intimate.
    “ Shall we bargain, mortal?” the demon asked, proud and wicked and loving. “Do you trust me?”
    She never let up on him, claiming him within her mercilessly. It made it difficult to talk, as she knew very well. He remembered the first time she asked him this. “With my life,” he exhaled.
    “You offer me great freedom,” she said, her slow grind driving his body to trembling pleasure. She took his wrists in her hands and pinned them over his head. “Surely there is some price.”
    She wasn’t bargaining. She knew there were no conditions. This was just another game. Immobilized and loving it, Alex watched his demon lover as she rode him and grinned. “I could stand to see more of this look,” he suggested.
    “So little a thing?” Lorelei taunted. Her voice sounded out notes of ecstasy, but her composure didn’t waver. “Merely that in exchange for such a gift?”
    Her tail snaked between his legs and along his thighs again. She waited patiently for an answer, enjoying the slow ride as much as Alex. If he gave in so far as to forget her question, so much for the better.
    “I will grant you any pleasure you wish,” she offered, “all night long, for ten nights or more. Wear anything you like… or any face. Indulge in any game.”
    His mind swam. She’d do any of that anyway, and they both knew it. Lorelei consumed his nights, his weekends, and so much time in between. What more could he want?
    H e finally answered with a shaking breath: “Use your imagination.”
    The beauty above him was almost frightening. She had him close to release, and was near to it herself. It would be the first of many . He looked forward to more, but now she held him there. Tortured him with it.
    Loved him.
    “That may come to more than you expect,” she warned.
    “Deal,” he said.
    Whether it was her triumph or the pleasures of his release that soon set her off, Alex couldn’t tell, but Lorelei’s climax was as beautiful as anything he’d ever experienced.
     
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    Despite the racket of his own horse, Skorri heard the one behind him collapse with a shriek. Both of its riders cried out. Skorri looked back over his shoulder, but naturally saw little more than darkness and trees.
    “Gunnar,” Skorri said to the man sharing his horse, whose belt he gripped with one hand, “Unferth and Bjorn are down.”
    “Don’t do it, boy,” warned Gunnar. “They’re bastards anyway!”
    You can’t just leave them behind, said a voice in Skorri’s head.
    Skorri looked back again. He couldn’t see their two fellow raiders—nor the scores of angry Danes closing in pursuit. In the opposite