Chapter 27: Possessing the Demon

*Kyle*
How dare the witch want to escape? I’ve given her nothing but the best accommodations here. At least, she could have had the decency to alert me of her departure. Kim had been frantic when telling of the witch’s plans to run away. Apparently, she is still in her room packing.
I take the stairs, two steps at a time, with long, furious strides toward her room. The good news: she’s still here.
What had caused her sudden desire to leave? Was it because she thought something messy was going on between Yasmeen and I? Why would anyone think anything was going on between us?
I admit, Yasmeen has been acting very weird and clingy of late. She’s even dressing differently, wearing that stupid long-haired wig that makes her look like a sadistic clown doll, with all the extra makeup she’s using. 
To me, she will always be that little girl I practically raised on my own. I was even the one who bought her her first packet of pads when she started menstruating. For anyone to think there could be anything between us is absurd.
When I burst through her door, I freeze. Thelma is standing in the middle of the room in nothing but lingerie. She extends her hand; it’s clasping a glass. I can smell the contents even from the door: fermented Tylone wine. I don’t know what is drawing me in more, the beverage or the sexy vixen offering it to me?
I close the door behind me, and like a moth to a flame, walk toward her. Her scent has my head spinning, and her smooth creamy skin is begging to be touched and tasted. Her eyes are speaking volumes without the need for her to open her mouth.
I continue taking  in her flawless physique as I continue forward, nearly entranced. My entire body is trembling and burning with desire as I yearn to hold her in my arms. The effect this witch has on me is like a sweeping tidal wave that suffocates the remaining common reasoning in my body.
I grab the glass she is offering, and drink the contents in one gulp before tossing it aside. I can hear it fall on the floor somewhere and shatter, but I pay it no heed. My attention is on this tall, alluring hourglass figure nearly naked in front of me.
Drawing her close to me, I can’t help but murmur against her succulent flesh, “Sweet princess.”
I lick her flesh, and gods, it’s as sweet as it smells. Her small frame is easy to pick up as I carry her to the bed and lay her on it. She offers no resistance as she lies there looking at me from under the shadows of her thick eyelashes.
The plait in her hair has loosened, causing her ebony mane to float around her shoulders and waist like a wispy veil. She looks like an angel ready for sin with a demon. A low groan escapes my throat as I look down at her. My manhood had already hardened when I first set eyes on her, but I feel it getting harder. Is that even possible?
Bordered by her smooth heart-shaped face, pouty lips, and blushing cheeks, her eyes flash a gleaming emerald color, drawing me closer. 
This woman lying on the bed, semi-nude, and writhing, is a fantasy come to life. The scent of her arousal is driving me to the edge.
I bend down and tug at the lace material of her panties. She raises her hips and soon the frilly panties are off, leaving behind a juicy mound, that of which I plan to devour.
Kneeling, I take her sensual bean in my mouth and suck. She cries out, her back arched, legs taut. I can see her hands madly grasping at the bedcover while she moans. Such a beautiful melody to my ears.
There are a thousand things I want to do to her; there are a billion ways I want to possess her body. 
But, all of a sudden, I pause….Something isn't right.
I am used to women who want anything from a sociable frolic to a spirited fuck, but what did this witch want? What is the goal of her obvious seduction?
I feel her bean swell as it pulsates against my tongue…I pull back.
“Please don’t stop, Kyle,” she whimpers as her legs try to grab me.
The sound of my name on her lips undoes me, and those doubts I had, erase, when I see how wet she is. I lower myself over her, cradling my weight between her thighs. I grab her hips to make my intentions clear. It doesn’t take long to unzip my pants and hold my throbbing manhood in my hands.
I align it with the entrance to her sweet, juicy hive and gently ease myself in. She trembles as she opens her legs wider, giving me the necessary space to slide all the way in as her sweet walls engulf me, causing me to groan loudly.
Her back curves slightly at the sensation of my rod feeding her obvious appetite for it. Her hand comes up and traces its way up my forearm. I feel her nails digging into my flesh and her gaze finds mine. As she relaxes, I feel her sweet hive drawing me even deeper like a vacuum. Fuck!
“Kyle, please tell me something?” she says in a voice that sounds drunk with desire. I pause. 
I knew I was right to have doubts; this was a trap from the get-go.
All my senses come rushing right back from my pulsing manhood to my brain, where they must stay. I stop moving and withdraw. I feel the disgruntled pain as I do, my manhood complaining about the abrupt disturbance.
“Listen, princess, I knew you had a trick up your sleeve, but you can’t fool me. I told you what this arrangement entails. If you’re hoping that by seducing me you could get me to fall in love with you, you’re the foolish one. I don’t believe in sunshine and happily ever afters under the rainbow, ok? All of this extra shit is unnecessary. I could have sex with you in a dusty barn, on top of a rough bale of hay, and as long as you take my seed and fall pregnant, that’s all that matters. This little show doesn’t change what I need from you.”