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the other half don’t know how to talk to women, don’t talk to women; or think they are too good to talk to women. Yet, here they are, paying for a woman to acknowledge their existence.
“Depressed.” Betty clucks her tongue. “You’re slipping into depression. It’s okay to give it a name.”
Her hands are always cold, another sign of being 'touched,' according to Betty.
Hmmm might have to look into that one
“Don’t do me.” “Don’t make me,” Neriah counters,
She doesn’t want to be overwhelmed with the feelings attached to this woman. The woman’s uncontrollable emotions will flow into her and make her a conduit. Why can’t these people get themselves under control?
Freedom is a dream now, an illusion that has evaded him for the better part of a few short millennia.
A child of light.
skin the color of dark honey,
Veles, the Cambion. The child of a human and a demon.
“When the deed is finished, you are mine. We are one. I have a feeling though, Neriah, that we will be together for a very long time. Let’s not worry about trivialities.”
You have had a hole in your heart since that fruit incident, but it’s not your fault. It’s a flaw. You destroy and consume.”
Somewhere in his mind, Veles remembers hearing someone saying, “you should never fight someone who smiles after a punch.”
You know you done fucked up right
“And you’re just going to handle all this yourself?” Neriah starts for the stairs, looking back at him. He grunts. “Like I do everything else?” “As long it isn’t like you ‘handled’ Kai.”
“That’s it, pretty little human, climb that mountain.” His thumb and fingers move in tandem, one tapping on her clit and the others wiggling inside her.
“It feels good. I-I want to come.” She is a mouse, squeaking out her requests. He'll make her a lioness. “That’s my girl.”
His teeth ache, thinking about pressing his cock so deep within her she won’t know where she starts and he ends.
“You pick another name and get everyone to call you that. You spit in my face every time you chose not to use the one I gave you! You and Abaddon enjoy that shit, don’t you?”
She looks down to where their bodies join, and then Neriah leans her head back and moans. The sensation of him moving in her channel is enough to make her orgasm, but not yet.
“I think about you night and day. I need you. I’ll hammer you into these sheets until you beg me to stop. I just want to hear you say my name like I whisper yours.”
“I’ll give you a choice. One, you let me suck and eat until I am sated.” He kisses her body, rubbing his nose against her pearl to saturate himself in her scent. “Two, you let me suck and eat until your body is sore from the muscle-clenching orgasms I’m going to bestow on you.”
Lifting his hips, he presses himself home inside of her. It’s something akin to when he first bathed in the embers of the infernal registry that claimed him. Something along the lines of a heart attack, a stroke, and that near death experience adrenaline rush.
Fated love or not, Veles can’t go back. Is this everything that Lucifer feels for Michael? Is this action between their children now the very culmination of a love so deep, it transcends DNA, time, space, and reality? Veles doesn’t know, and he doesn’t care. All he knows is that Neriah is holding him as if her life depends on it, and never in all of his existence has he felt like this.
When the Adversary seeks to derail you from your destiny, he arranges opportunities not obstacles.”
