mouth.
Seth’s heart nearly stopped in his chest. This was even worse than Isra's tricks. At least then he knew Camille wasn't truly offering herself to him. This was completely different and just as dangerous. " We can’t. Not until the morning. "
" Come on, " she urged. " There’s only a few hours left and Isra’s given up. I’ve been given a second chance at life and I want to start making the most of it right away. "
" No. " Seth wouldn’t allow himself to be convinced, even with her reassuring blue eyes begging him.
" It would be exciting. We’d have to get really creative. " Camille arched an elegantly curved eyebrow at him as her fingertip slid down the length of one of the bars between them. " We can let our imagination run wild. "
" We can’t. " Just the thought was enough to turn his entire body against him. How many unfulfilled erections could a man stand in one day?
" How about a compromise? " She pulled away from him and slid down onto her knees in front of him. Her arms reached through the bars to unbutton his pants.
The pain from his white-knuckled grip on the cell bars was the only thing keeping him grounded. " Camille... " he began, but was interrupted when her hand slipped inside his pants and grasped the length of him. He should pull away. He should tell her no. He just couldn’t make himself do it.
She tugged at his clothes, giving her just enough access to what she wanted. Seth squeezed his eyes shut and groaned aloud as he sprung free of his pants into her eager hands.
" Camille, " he said again, but the words changed from a protest to a moan of pleasure as her pointed tongue encircled the head of his shaft. He had to stop this. He only had to wait a few more hours. Just a couple more and he could indulge without fear.
" It’s okay, it’s just me, " she cooed before taking him into her mouth.
Seth couldn’t take much more of this. His mind raced through his years of experience as she moved up and down on him in a slow, agonizing pace. Could oral sex with a succubus kill him? Damn it, he couldn’t remember. Probably. The end result was the same. He’d always been so sure he could resist the temptation, regardless. Now, he couldn’t pull away from her greedy mouth.
He’d just have to stop, he reasoned with himself, before it went too far. He could wait just a little bit longer. Just a couple more strokes. His heart was pounding in his chest, his groin tightening. He didn’t have a few more left in him.
Seth wasn’t about to lose his soul on a technicality. Not when he was so close to winning his life back.
" No! "
With all his might, he pushed himself off from the bars and flew backward onto the stone floor. Camille watched with a mix of confusion and disappointment as he scrambled to close up his pants and regain his sense of control.
" What’s wrong, Seth? " She wiped her chin and shook her head. " It’s just me. "
Seth walked over to the cell and reached through to grip Camille by a handful of hair. " No, it isn’t, " he growled through clenched teeth.
Camille cried out in pain, and then started cackling with mischievous laughter. Her voice morphed back into Isra’s as her whole body shook with amusement. Seth let go, throwing her back onto the ground. She continued to laugh as she lay there.
" I hope you enjoyed that, " he fumed.
" You certainly did. " She crawled back onto her knees and grinned, wickedly. Her eyes were still blue. Apparently she'd used some kind of illusion to convince him it was really Camille's willing mouth on him. " I almost had you, too. "
Seth shook his head. She was right. Despite the risk, he'd fallen into the trap. He had very nearly let himself be killed for a damn blowjob. It was a great one, and after the night he'd had, he might've died happy. But his death wasn't the only consequence. Aside from Camille continuing to be possessed, the creation of a potentially immortal cambion couldn't be ignored.
He was an idiot. He couldn’t
Seth’s heart nearly stopped in his chest. This was even worse than Isra's tricks. At least then he knew Camille wasn't truly offering herself to him. This was completely different and just as dangerous. " We can’t. Not until the morning. "
" Come on, " she urged. " There’s only a few hours left and Isra’s given up. I’ve been given a second chance at life and I want to start making the most of it right away. "
" No. " Seth wouldn’t allow himself to be convinced, even with her reassuring blue eyes begging him.
" It would be exciting. We’d have to get really creative. " Camille arched an elegantly curved eyebrow at him as her fingertip slid down the length of one of the bars between them. " We can let our imagination run wild. "
" We can’t. " Just the thought was enough to turn his entire body against him. How many unfulfilled erections could a man stand in one day?
" How about a compromise? " She pulled away from him and slid down onto her knees in front of him. Her arms reached through the bars to unbutton his pants.
The pain from his white-knuckled grip on the cell bars was the only thing keeping him grounded. " Camille... " he began, but was interrupted when her hand slipped inside his pants and grasped the length of him. He should pull away. He should tell her no. He just couldn’t make himself do it.
She tugged at his clothes, giving her just enough access to what she wanted. Seth squeezed his eyes shut and groaned aloud as he sprung free of his pants into her eager hands.
" Camille, " he said again, but the words changed from a protest to a moan of pleasure as her pointed tongue encircled the head of his shaft. He had to stop this. He only had to wait a few more hours. Just a couple more and he could indulge without fear.
" It’s okay, it’s just me, " she cooed before taking him into her mouth.
Seth couldn’t take much more of this. His mind raced through his years of experience as she moved up and down on him in a slow, agonizing pace. Could oral sex with a succubus kill him? Damn it, he couldn’t remember. Probably. The end result was the same. He’d always been so sure he could resist the temptation, regardless. Now, he couldn’t pull away from her greedy mouth.
He’d just have to stop, he reasoned with himself, before it went too far. He could wait just a little bit longer. Just a couple more strokes. His heart was pounding in his chest, his groin tightening. He didn’t have a few more left in him.
Seth wasn’t about to lose his soul on a technicality. Not when he was so close to winning his life back.
" No! "
With all his might, he pushed himself off from the bars and flew backward onto the stone floor. Camille watched with a mix of confusion and disappointment as he scrambled to close up his pants and regain his sense of control.
" What’s wrong, Seth? " She wiped her chin and shook her head. " It’s just me. "
Seth walked over to the cell and reached through to grip Camille by a handful of hair. " No, it isn’t, " he growled through clenched teeth.
Camille cried out in pain, and then started cackling with mischievous laughter. Her voice morphed back into Isra’s as her whole body shook with amusement. Seth let go, throwing her back onto the ground. She continued to laugh as she lay there.
" I hope you enjoyed that, " he fumed.
" You certainly did. " She crawled back onto her knees and grinned, wickedly. Her eyes were still blue. Apparently she'd used some kind of illusion to convince him it was really Camille's willing mouth on him. " I almost had you, too. "
Seth shook his head. She was right. Despite the risk, he'd fallen into the trap. He had very nearly let himself be killed for a damn blowjob. It was a great one, and after the night he'd had, he might've died happy. But his death wasn't the only consequence. Aside from Camille continuing to be possessed, the creation of a potentially immortal cambion couldn't be ignored.
He was an idiot. He couldn’t
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