deadly night shade 5

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And How to Fix the Anger
Windfire leaned in and kissed him again and again. Shade couldn’t help but smile as she kissed him, nor could he help his eager, lusty hands. She stopped kissing him for a second, “How do you feel?” she panted.
“I’m human right now if that’s what you’re asking,” shade replied, also about out of breath.
“Good,” she said with a smile as she kissed him again. She broke the kiss, “Do I have to beg?”
“You don’t even have to tell me once!” Shade said, opening the door and yanking Windfire inside. He pushed her against the door, inadvertently closing it. She knew he was addicted to sex, but she was definitely addicted to him. God did she want him more than anything. He paused, “Worried we’re going to get walked in on?”
“I don’t care if they do,” she said as she lead him up the stairs. “In fact we’re the only two here.” Shade stopped dead in his tracks. Windfire turned around, “What is it?”
“Windy, we’re the only two here…”
“And?” she asked, not understanding his sudden objections.
“windy I don’t know how long I can keep control of my body and mind while we’re…”
“Having sex,” Windfire filled in his unspoken words. “Can you stay in control while masturbating?” she asked with a serious expression on her face.
Shade blushed, “W-why would you ask that? What makes you think I do that?”
She smirked, “That look on your face,” She said as she continued leading him up the stairs.
He couldn’t deny how much he wanted her. He had such lusty thoughts and no other woman could even hope to live up to Windfire. He bit his lip as he watched his black shirt fall from her shoulders and could barely contain himself as she removed the white gown she was wearing.
As he expected: no undergarments and full enthusiasm of undressing what was left of his attire. He had already kicked off his shoes and socks and he clawed and gripped at the comforter on Windfire’s bed as she slowly undid his pants, and took her time unzipping them. As she rose and continued tugging on his pants he was quickly kicking them off. Her undressing him had to be one of the favored parts of foreplay between the two of them. Without even a thought he dropped his boxer briefs too and let her shove him onto the bed.
He licked his lips as she crawled onto him, kissing up his neck, ending with his lips. His hands began desperately wandering as she pressed herself against his athletic body. He was so aroused having been pent up for months since his transformation into a warlock with some humanity left in the core.
“Wow,” he moaned as she slipped him inside of her. “Damn…” he bit his lip as he watched her move her hips. She rocked back and forth over and over, her hands wandering up his muscular body. He gripped at her hips, holding her in the position that was giving him the most pleasure.
“Hoe do you feel?” she asked eagerly, before leaning down to nip playfully at his neck.
“It’s all me, right now,” he said quickly, pulling her down so he could kiss her. He didn’t want to tell her that the warlock in him was fighting, ripping and kicking in his mind, just thrashing about, trying to take control of his body. The only thing holding the warlock back was the near orgasmic pleasure that she was giving him with her every movement.
“You know, this is more exciting than usual,” she flashed him a flirty smile.
“Mmmmm…” he tried concentrating on her words, “Why is that?”
“At any second your warlock self could take over and would have ample opportunity to kill me,” she said quietly. “It’s thrilling, really.”
“Is it now?” he smirked, almost wanting to tell her how close to control the warlock was. He could hear the dark whispers from the warlock in his mind. The warlock was trying to distract him from the pleasure he was feeling—for that was the one barrier the warlock couldn’t seem to overcome.
She moaned and watching intently as he rolled her over instead. He laid almost entirely on her, just supporting himself on his arms. Keeping the warlock out of control would prove easier if Windfire could kick him off of her if she needed to defend herself. She moaned with each movement and was amazed at how aroused she really was. Had it really been that long since they were intimate? Was it really that easy for him to please her? Or was the thrill of warlock possibly killing her at any second more invigorating than even the sex itself?
She stopped asking herself the questions when his soft, full lips, moist on her skin, caressed her neck. She felt Shade on top of her, all of his weight, and sensed that he hadn’t changed their positions for dominance over the pleasure. He had flipped her over so he could concentrate on subduing his angry alter ego.
She moaned, rolling her eyes slightly in reply to the heat of the moment, her love being acted out for this man, and her love for the thrill of the warlock trying to possess her fiancé. Her heart was pounding loudly, the only thing louder in her ears were Shade’s moaning, and her own. She began tracing his chest with the tips of her shaky fingers. She hadn’t realized just how much the shocks of pleasure nearly paralyzed her body.
“How do you feel?” she asked. Her voice was heavy with desire as she whispered in his ear.
“I am honestly not myself entirely,” Shade huffed. He had only stopped to give her a moment to recover from the orgasm that easily was given with ease. He was beaded with sweat from his head to his toes, and Windfire herself wasn’t too dry. He could feel the heat in his cheeks as he stared down at her, marveling over her perfect body and her gorgeous features.
“Are you at the point of wanting to kill me?” she asked.
Shade shook his messy head of hair, “No, I’m just…” he blushed, “Let’s just say that in a million years I never saw my fantasy coming true.”
“Fantasy?” Windfire inquired.
He blushed again, “Sex with the woman I’m in love with.”
She couldn’t hide her embarrassment, though she didn’t understand why she was embarrassed. She had had sex with Shade before and there wasn’t anything they weren’t comfortable with speaking of between each other, so there wasn’t much to be abashed by, save him fantasizing about her.
“Are you ready?” Shade asked, still lusting Windfire.
“Oh, yes,” she smirked as she ran her fingers through his hair again and again. She absolutely adored him and he was the cutest, most handsome man she had ever set eyes on, and his voice matched it. She loved just staring at him and her eyes were focused on his. Shade blushed and then decided to return her focus, staring into her enigmatic eyes.
“What is it?” Shade asked.
“Do you think I trust you too much?” Windfire asked.
Shade looked thoughtful for a minute then shifted all of his weight onto one arm. He slid his fingers up her chest and began caressing her neck, running his fingertips in a certain pattern. She tilted her head upward and watched eagerly as the warlock in him began to surface.
One quick snap of the fingers and he could completely end her life. The warlock smiled a wicked grin as he slid down to her exposed neck. He took in her mesmerizing scent before kissing her neck. She moaned and he felt a dark satisfaction in being able to pleasure the white witch.
She looked into his dark soul as he sat up, pulling him into a deep kiss. Even the warlock had to admit his weakness to her sexual prowess with how her tongue moved against his, and how she moved even when she was beneath most of his weight,
The warlock felt his murderous intent slipping away as she rolled him over and continued kissing him deeply, relentlessly. His mission had immediately changed. He went from assassin to lover with a single kiss, letting Windfire have control of their lovemaking.
He moaned, his voice identical to Shade’s human half, letting his eager fingers explore her perfect body with her seductive curves, full chest and expert movements that aroused him entirely. This one time he’d understand without a doubt why the human fought to remain in control during this event. It felt so damn good that he had even thought of not killing her and just using her for the pleasure she gave.
He immediately snapped back to his old self, wanting nothing more than to rid the mortal plane of its white witch defenders that warded off the black witches known as warlocks which were his kin. He moaned with every breath he took and released when he was kissing the attractive witch or when she was in such an angle he couldn’t manage a kiss.
She moaned his name once and he nearly fainted. Why was that so enthralling? He continued moving slightly, loving the way she arched her back and threw her head back, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. He bit his lip, trying to not give away who was in control of Shade’s body. He had more violent ideas toward the witch, and even sexually he’d love to just bite her and lick the blood from her swanlike neck.
She loomed over him, stopping for a moment. She lay on his torso, her breath hot on his neck. She slowly kissed his neck biting him playfully a few times. He nearly broke to the arousing pain she was causing him. “Oh my God,” Shade muttered. He hadn’t felt such a dark satisfying pleasure before, and he loved it. I have to kill her… Shade reminded himself as her flowing mane tickled him as she sat up again, smiling down at him. Her smile, the innocence of her eyes…he had to admit her beauty, undying and breath-taking. Shade’s warlock half blushed when he realize what was happening. He was falling for Windfire, his enemy.
She came down and pressed her lips to his again, with no tongue this time. The way her lips moved between his, across his….the warlock was paralyzed. He was stunned with fear that he had actually developed emotions and a conscience. HE felt himself fade as the human minded Shade regained control of the body.
Shade looked panicked out of nowhere, surprised to come back so easily into control, and in the middle of a few kisses with Windfire. HE closed his eyes and moaned into the kiss, flinching a little when he felt the mark from her playful biting.
She smiled as she broke the kiss, “Your tongue feels different.”
“Forked,” Shade said quietly, trying to not seem disgusted at the physical change. “The forked tongue and dark rings around the eyes are the only ways to tell a warlock from a human.”
“Very nice little touch,” she winked, giving him more confidence than he ever could have mustered on his own. He realized that he hadn’t finished, but they were in a different position. He wanted to ask what had happened, but he didn’t want to worry her by asking which would tell her that their ceased pleasure had given the warlock the ability to breakthrough, but why he hadn’t attacked Windfire, Shade was almost afraid to find out.
“Really?” he asked playfully.
She moaned as he pulled almost all of the way out of her and then quickly slipped back inside of her, repeating that pattern for a little while. He made her wetter and wetter the more he continued and if he could get any harder it would have been then, watching her feel the pleasure he was giving her. HE froze as he finished, enjoying how sensitive his body was.
Shade moaned in pleasure as she moved, paralyzing him. She continued playfully biting his lips, occasionally kissing them and licking them. God did he love her. He kissed her back when he could move, and that was her sign to climb off of him. He was a little disappointed as she slipped him from inside of her perfect body.
He lay their, only his head facing her and watched her collapse beside him on her side. She was laying in one of the sexiest positions he had ever seen her in entirely on her side with her voluptuous curves showing at all angles, her hair censoring her chest with the way it fell.
“And now how do you feel?” Windfire asked, staring deep into his eyes.
“Oh my God,” Shade blushed, looking up at the ceiling and back at Windfire, “You are amazing. I mean damn…” He laughed a little before placing his hand on her cheek and caressing. “And you?” he playfully stuck out his tongue.
Windfire blushed, “I couldn’t…”
“But I will,” Shade said with a naughty tone in his voice.
“Trust me, you satisfy my every desire entirely,” Windfire blushed even more.
“I’ve got a question for you,” Shade said with a serious look on his face.
“Okay.”
“Why do we still blush when we’re both adults, we’ve ad sex plenty of times before and we are fully comfortable with one another?”
“Because you are the sexiest man I know and when you pay attention to me I melt,” Windfire admitted, and found herself wanting to take back her confession.
Shade smirked, accepting her compliment and loving the effect her had on her, “I’ll admit that your looks still smite me, too,” he blushed a little. “And I do a lot for your attention.”
“Like summon demons from the nether world for me to slay and you come to the rescue?” Windfire asked, staring into Shade’s deep brown, nearly black eyes.
“W-what do you mean?” Shade stammered.
“I’ve noticed you standing off to the side of battlefields with my coven and demons,” Windfire said flatly. “So either your warlock self is weaker than you say and you’re scared to protect me or you like watching me from afar without me knowing you watch me.”
Shade flushed red because of her accurate accusations. “I..I…” he knew he couldn’t deny anything. He was secretly watching over her and she knew it.
“Actually I never saw you; I just felt your aura. But your reaction tells me I’ve been right,” Windfire said with a smile that melted his heart.
“I’m not about to break my blood oath. I may be struggling with a warlock in my mind, but I’m not going to let you die, resulting in me dying…”
“You’re still sweet,” Windfire cuddled up to Shade who was surprised when he didn’t feel the warlock half of him fighting for control.
They woke a little while later in the same position: Windfire’s head on his chest, one hand tangled in his hair and the other around his waist. Both of his hands were locked around her and she was eager to continue kissing him. He welcomed her soft lips with his own array of kisses. As much as he hated to admit it, he felt right at home with Windfire.
She stopped kissing him when she heard a knock on her bedroom door. “I’m not decent,” Windfire called. “Hide!” she hissed to Shade who teleported to the other side of the room. Windfire slipped the white dress back on and kicked Shade’s clothes beneath the bed. “Now I am,” Windfire announced.
Shadowstorm appeared with her head poking into the door. “I just wanted to apologize about earlier with the Night Shade discussion. You’re right, your and his relationship is none of our business and that means whether or not you have sex with him or don’t or have any relationship with him.”
“Glad you see it my way,” Windfire said, not shifting her gaze from her cousin. Shade tried to stifle a laugh.
“Why were you naked?” Shadowstorm raised her eyebrows.
“Hot ,” she said, fanning herself.
“Save some money and buy a fan,” Shadowstorm said before closing the door.
Shade smirked, “For a second I thought you were ashamed of me.”
“Nope, it’s just only our business,” Windfire replied as she settled back onto the bed.
“So when I leave I go out through the front door?” Shade asked.
Windfire laughed, “If you want.”
“You seem saddened,” Shade noted as he joined her on the bed.
“You’re leaving,” she whispered.
“I promise you that as soon as I get this straightened out with the damned warlock and I find a way to keep the powers but not his mind, we’ll get married, and I’ll never leave again,” Shade said quickly, cupping her hands between his.
“I love you,” Windfire muttered, trying to not show her tears.
“I love you so deeply,” Shade blushed,” it’s amazing …”
“You show it, let me tell you,” she said dryly.
Shade gritted his teeth from the sting of her tone, “I know, but when I have this figured out I’ll be back and I’ll be yours again, entirely.”
“I need you now,” Windfire prodded.
“Why do you need me?” Shade asked.
“Because you’re there for me even when I don’t need you,” Windfire said quietly.
“I’ll be back,” Shade said as he approached her hamper.
“Your clothes are under the bed,” se said, pointing to the ground.
“I know,” Shade replied as he began digging through her dirty clothes, finally pulling out a pair of her small black silken panties.
“What are you doing?” she demanded.
“You get my shirt, I get these. They still smell like you,” he smirked as he bent over retrieving his boxer briefs and his pants.
“That is hardly fair!” Windfire blushed.
“I never said I would be,” Shade winked at her and slipped his boxer briefs on. He kicked his slacks on with ease and slid her panties into his pocket. He slipped his socks on and began laughing, “Windy…”
“Huh?”
“Shadowstorm knows I’m here,” Shade realized.
“How would she know?”
“My shoes were kicked off at the front door,” Shade said sheepishly.
“Great, I’ll never hear the end of it,” Windfire said sighing deeply.
Shade laughed, pulling out her panties again, bunching them up in his hand. He surprised Windfire with a kiss, “If you’d rather me stay longer…”
Windfire smiled sheepishly, “You act like I haven’t gotten out all of my pent up…” Shade cut her off with a kiss. He continued kissing her until she started forcing his zipper down again. That time, he had no problem keeping the warlock half of him subdued and quiet.

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deadly night shade 7