Jadon was mesmerized by her. The way the blood trickled down her neck and chest made his own blood pulse harder through his veins. An overwhelming need flushed through his body. It alone was a curious emotion for him, but he could no longer stand the torture of watching her in pain. What usually brought him pleasure and fed him so thoroughly he now found maddening in a new way. The sight of blood as it coursed down her creamy skin angered him. She had been injured and he knew that it was by his hand. Confusion flitted through his psyche for only a moment before he realized that his cock felt like pulsing steel in his hand. His body cried out to give Saphira the release she so desperately craved. In almost a panic he moved through the shadows until he reached the bed and shimmered into her view.

Her mouth formed a perfect ‘O’ as she took in his appearance. Tears trickled out of her eyes as he stood before her. She begged him to come to her, to put out the flames that flushed her skin. He leaned over and lapped up the blood on her chest and then turned to kiss her. Their tongues danced a tango that stoked the flames of need which licked at both of their skins. He knew that she was ready for him and he quickly plunged his hard cock into her without hesitation. She screamed his name as she tore at his hair and skin. She begged for more of him to fill her, so he pushed her down onto the bed and spread her legs as far as they would go. His cock pumped into her as if the hounds from hell chased after them, and relentlessly slid against the slick folds of her. She shifted up suddenly, bit hard into his chest and pierced the skin; the flow of his blood into her mouth drove him on further. He let go of her legs, grabbed for her nipples and pulled on them, hard. The distended buds rolled between his fingers and caused her to whimper. Their mating finally hit a crescendo as his seed filled her and her walls clamped down hard around his cock; they demanded every last piece. He fell into a sweaty heap on top of her, only to find that she was still not satiated. His magic was too strong for even himself to fulfill. She rolled him over and straddled him to ride his half rigid penis. Saphira begged for him to fill her more. He tried to explain that he was too sensitive for her to keep moving on top of him. Her scream was the only response that she could muster as he watched the madness that was evident in her eyes.

He cursed himself and what he was at that moment. With a sigh, he used his magic to slowly bring himself to the painful point of full erection and let her ride him to her content. Her full breasts gleamed with sweat and blood. They were inviting to his hands as he cupped them. She leaned forward and offered the distended nubs into his mouth. Her nails clawed into his shoulders and drew blood again. If he didn’t know better he would have thought they were claws which dug into his flesh. He pushed her forward and took a look into her eyes, then watched them glow with a strange light that caused him to fear what his magic had turned her into. Jadon closed his magic off. He wanted nothing more than the light which emanated from her eyes to be quelled. Yet another scream was drawn out of Saphira as she came hard and the walls of her pussy clamped down on him. Jadon lost his magic all at once as if the final dredges of her orgasm devoured it through his cock.

He lifted the hair out of her face and asked for her to open her eyes. Gently she acquiesced and showed him her stormy grey eyes no longer glowed with the strange light. He breathed a sigh of relief and knew she did not cross over into either death or into being succubae. He couldn’t stand to lose her after he had spent an eternity in a search for one such as her. He whispered her name softly on the night air as if it were the sweetest sound, and laughed as he realized that she brought emotions to him that he’d thought were long dead. Saphira became a mantra that calmed his worried nerves and drove back the fear that had started to chill his bones. In a whisper he explained to her who and what he was, and hoped that she would not banish him for what he had wrought upon her. He closed his eyes and waited for the litany of screams that he knew he deserved, yet again was to be only confused. It was her laughter that floated through the room, filled it and made his heart feel whole. Only to find that she thought he was silly for not having realized that he not only found her, but she called like power to like. He scented her and found out what he should have known when they met; she was already succubae.

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