went on all fours and her shirt stretched and bulged as something crawled beneath her skin.
In the past, he killed puppets without thought. Most humans were so damaged by demons that their mind was never completely purged of that spirit even after it left their host. Aodhan's talons hovered over Cara and for the first time in his life, he was indecisive. He'd never been put in a position where he cared about a human enough to stay his hand, but Cara was his only hope of being set free. Aodhan retracted his talons and hoped that Cara could control the demon that possessed her. If not, he'd be forced to kill the only being capable of releasing him from this curse.
Chapter Nine
The demon swamped her soul with evil. She sensed Aodhan nearby, but she was too busy trying to keep the demon from consuming her to tell him what was going on. The demon was one of the strongest she'd ever met and had been implanted by Luc centuries ago. Greed and lust laced through her bloodstream like a drug and her head kicked back at the potency. The demon whispered of power beyond her imagination and her body trembled with need.
Her mind was taken over by an image of an intimidating warrior with a fierce face and Aodhan's distinctive turquoise eyes. She stood on the edge of a field strewn with blood and soldiers. The warrior with Aodhan's eyes and shoulder length white blonde hair moved through the ranks of men, sword flashing through the air so quickly it seemed that the men around him fainted at the merest sight of his blade. Cara sensed that the legion in front of the warrior was infested with demons. The warrior didn't falter. He slay anyone who stood in his path. She watched the demons leave their dead puppets and try to find another host, but the warrior wasn't giving the demons a chance. Realizing they had nowhere to go, the demons sank into the ground to report back to their master. The warrior moved through the battlefield with lethal grace.
Cara's heart pounded. The warrior was taller than any other man and every inch of him was sculpted with muscle. His bare chest was streaked with blood and as their numbers decreased, the demons left their puppets before the warrior could reach them. Even as Cara watched, the warrior looked straight at her, eyes blazing with bloodlust. Cara drew back even as the vision changed.
Cara saw the same warrior in a tent surrounded by naked women. Hands and mouths moved over him. He was flat on his back on a pile of blankets, hands folded beneath his head. His eyes were closed as he let the women pleasure him. As one brave woman moved up towards his mouth, the warrior smiled.
Cara recoiled and the demon cackled. She tried to wash away the vision, but the demon forced her to watch. Even when she closed her eyes, she couldn't banish the image of the warrior as he had his way with the group of women. He pleasured each one until they lay sprawled around the tent. He stood amongst them, still hard and unsatisfied. He roared for replacements and the tent flap opened and the next wave of women filtered in, licking their lips eagerly. The warrior's eyes glowed with lust and every inch of him was covered in sweat.
Images passed through her mind of the man with turquoise eyes going into battle with puppets possessed by demons and creatures she'd never seen before. Women of every nationality coupled with the insatiable warrior who had no shame. He was more animal than man, greedy for every indulgence.
The demon sifted through Cara's soul and let out a hiss when he realized what she was. Panic snapped Cara out of her daze. Frantically, she tried to bring up visions of Sky and her mother, but all she could envision was the warrior indulging himself in every possible way. Her body throbbed with lust and she clamped her legs together in reaction. The demon hissed in satisfaction and went to work, trying to turn her own body against her. She fell flat on her back and writhed as she tried to control the
In the past, he killed puppets without thought. Most humans were so damaged by demons that their mind was never completely purged of that spirit even after it left their host. Aodhan's talons hovered over Cara and for the first time in his life, he was indecisive. He'd never been put in a position where he cared about a human enough to stay his hand, but Cara was his only hope of being set free. Aodhan retracted his talons and hoped that Cara could control the demon that possessed her. If not, he'd be forced to kill the only being capable of releasing him from this curse.
Chapter Nine
The demon swamped her soul with evil. She sensed Aodhan nearby, but she was too busy trying to keep the demon from consuming her to tell him what was going on. The demon was one of the strongest she'd ever met and had been implanted by Luc centuries ago. Greed and lust laced through her bloodstream like a drug and her head kicked back at the potency. The demon whispered of power beyond her imagination and her body trembled with need.
Her mind was taken over by an image of an intimidating warrior with a fierce face and Aodhan's distinctive turquoise eyes. She stood on the edge of a field strewn with blood and soldiers. The warrior with Aodhan's eyes and shoulder length white blonde hair moved through the ranks of men, sword flashing through the air so quickly it seemed that the men around him fainted at the merest sight of his blade. Cara sensed that the legion in front of the warrior was infested with demons. The warrior didn't falter. He slay anyone who stood in his path. She watched the demons leave their dead puppets and try to find another host, but the warrior wasn't giving the demons a chance. Realizing they had nowhere to go, the demons sank into the ground to report back to their master. The warrior moved through the battlefield with lethal grace.
Cara's heart pounded. The warrior was taller than any other man and every inch of him was sculpted with muscle. His bare chest was streaked with blood and as their numbers decreased, the demons left their puppets before the warrior could reach them. Even as Cara watched, the warrior looked straight at her, eyes blazing with bloodlust. Cara drew back even as the vision changed.
Cara saw the same warrior in a tent surrounded by naked women. Hands and mouths moved over him. He was flat on his back on a pile of blankets, hands folded beneath his head. His eyes were closed as he let the women pleasure him. As one brave woman moved up towards his mouth, the warrior smiled.
Cara recoiled and the demon cackled. She tried to wash away the vision, but the demon forced her to watch. Even when she closed her eyes, she couldn't banish the image of the warrior as he had his way with the group of women. He pleasured each one until they lay sprawled around the tent. He stood amongst them, still hard and unsatisfied. He roared for replacements and the tent flap opened and the next wave of women filtered in, licking their lips eagerly. The warrior's eyes glowed with lust and every inch of him was covered in sweat.
Images passed through her mind of the man with turquoise eyes going into battle with puppets possessed by demons and creatures she'd never seen before. Women of every nationality coupled with the insatiable warrior who had no shame. He was more animal than man, greedy for every indulgence.
The demon sifted through Cara's soul and let out a hiss when he realized what she was. Panic snapped Cara out of her daze. Frantically, she tried to bring up visions of Sky and her mother, but all she could envision was the warrior indulging himself in every possible way. Her body throbbed with lust and she clamped her legs together in reaction. The demon hissed in satisfaction and went to work, trying to turn her own body against her. She fell flat on her back and writhed as she tried to control the
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