Depths of Chaos Ch. 05

Depths of Chaos Chapter 5

This story is part of a series. Although it can be read on it's own, parts of the story may make more sense when read in order. I highly recommend reading the story "The Demon" in order to discover the origins of our beloved Kali. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy.

Kali cringed as the phone rang. Her machine picked up. "Kali? When you get this, call me ASAP!" Simon left his phone number and paused for a moment. "Kali, I'm worried. I hope you're okay and just out somewhere. Please call." The machine clicked off as he hung up.

She huddled in the corner opposite the phone. She wasn't really afraid of the device, or even Simon, she simply didn't want him to see her like this. That was his fifth call, and she still hadn't changed back to normal. She had tried to take a nap, even succeeded, but this time it hadn't gone away. When she woke up, she still had black, boney, talons and jagged, obsidian, teeth.

From the clock on the answering machine, Simon's first message had jarred her sleep. She remembered waking to the second message, apparently five minutes later. She reached for the phone, only to discover she was still afflicted. His third call came about half an hour later. He sounded a little worried at that point. The final two calls were each another half an hour after the previous call.

Simon was going crazy with worry. She could tell from the tone in his voice. Kali virtually ached to rush to the phone and talk to him, but she was terrified that he would somehow be able to see her. She couldn't deal with the sight of forced acceptance in his eyes. She thought he would try to help her fix it, but there was no way he wouldn't be horrified.

A shiver ran through Kali's body. Instinct insisted something unusual was going on, but she didn't really trust her instincts. After all, it never warned her about the guys that night last fall. Instinct never warned her about the demon. She nearly jumped when the phone began to ring again. Once again, the machine picked up. Once again, it was Simon.

"Kali, I know you're there, in the corner of the room. I think you're sitting, with your arms crossed. I hope you're just mad at me for something, if you are, I'm very sorry for whatever I've done. If you want to work with another Agent then tell me and I'll give you the number to call. But something else could be wrong."

Simon paused for a quick breath. Kali desperately wished the machine would just cut him off, but it didn't. "If you don't at least call and tell me to 'go to hell' I have to assume something has gone horribly wrong and you can't call. In five minutes I'm calling campus security to check on you if I don't hear from you. I hope it's not necessary, and if you just don't want to talk to me you can tell them it was a prank or..." Finally the machine cut him off, but it was now far too late.

Kali's eyes were wide with horror. She scrambled for the phone. She pressed the machine buttons, after a few attempts, and managed to play the message with his number. She gave up on writing it down; her talons were not designed to hold a pen, and just worked on the undersized numbers. After a few more frustrated attempts she finally got it. As it rang, she prayed the process took less than five minutes. A glance at the clock showed her panic had extended a mere two minutes into a seeming infinity. "Kali?"

"Please don't call security! I'm not mad at you. Please! Just, please don't call anyone to check on me"

Kali pleaded. As terrified as she was for Simon to see her like this, it would be so much worse for the school to find out what kind of monster she had become. She didn't know how they would react, but she couldn't imagine it would be good. She had managed to finagle to keep her room a single, after the death of her roommate, but that had been the only way she had kept the affair a secret.

"Kali, what's wrong? I promise I won't call security, just tell me what's wrong?" He paused for a moment. "Something's happened. You've changed again haven't you? You've changed and you don't want anyone to see. That's why it took so long to call me back wasn't it?" Kali couldn't find her voice to answer. She merely whimpered slightly. "Kali. I want to come up and help you through this. Can I come up? Do you want me to come up?"

Did she want him to come up? Of course she wanted him to come up! She wanted him to wave a magic wand and make it all go away. She wanted him to pin her to the floor and make her feel what he had last night. She wanted to throw him against the wall and feel again what she felt when she drank from him. She wanted him to sweep in, make everything right and whisk her away to a house with the white picket fence, where she could work from home and raise their family!

But he couldn't! He couldn't just make it go away. He might be able to teach her to control it but it would still be there. And if he saw her like this, even he would be horrified. How could she let him see this? He hunted things that looked like this. Things that looked like this murdered and destroyed. They had no other purpose.

"Kali? Are you still there?" Weakly she murmured she was. "Do you want me to come up?"

Kali's voice was almost nonexistent. "You can't. Even if I wanted you to, you can't. And you can't see me like this."

"Kali. I'm here to help you. That's all. Everything else is unimportant. I can come up. Don't worry about security or the University, or even how you look. Just please, do you want me to come up and help?"

Kali's breath caught in her throat. Her chest tightened, but she couldn't push any air out. She didn't know how to answer him. No, that was wrong too. She knew the answer but was afraid of it almost as much as she fear the powers, or the hunger. She wanted him to come up more than anything, and that terrified her. Despite her fear, her voice squeaked the answer anyway. "Yes."

"I'll be there in a few minutes." She barely heard Simon as she dropped the phone and lunged for the bed. In an instant she was under the sheets with a pillow clutched over her head. She was betrayed. He'd be up and see her for the monster that she truly was. He wouldn't want anything more to do with her and she would truly be lost.

And what if Simon didn't run away? What then? She wanted him so badly! It was a crush, that was all. She'd seen her classmates crush on the cute teachers before. She'd laughed at their foolishness. What would a sophisticated and intelligent man see in a girl? All they could want was either sex, or a way to reclaim their faded youth. Neither of those would last and, anyway, a guy who sought them out wasn't nearly as cultured and collected as they appeared.

Even if Simon felt the same way, even if it was real, it couldn't work. She knew her parents would frown at him and assume those very motives. He'd be a cradle robber and she would just have her first crush. The two of them would never be taken seriously.

God! Why did this have to happen to me? What did I do to deserve this?

All she wanted was for him to find her attractive. She didn't want to be a freak he needed to teach control as he studied her.

Kali jumped when the knock came. She heard Simon's muffled voice in the hall, then a key hit the lock. She didn't look as he entered. The door closed and he moved over to the phone and hung it up. She hadn't even noticed the annoying beeping it had been making. He came and sat on the edge of the bed.

That was when Kali realized that her hands were in plain sight. They were holding the pillow tight to the back of her head as she buried her face in the mattress. She felt his weight shift as he leaned closer. Her body tensed.

Kali gasped as his hand glided up the length of her arm, from wrist to elbow. The soft touch was a flare that drove straight to her hips. Even the slight comfort, that Simon intended, was maddeningly intimate and erotic. Suddenly, she understood what the touch truly meant. She tossed the covers aside as she flipped over. She sat up and stared at her hands in wonder; her perfect, feminine, human, hands.

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Simon had no idea what was going on. He assumed whatever the change had been, had been focused around her arms and hands, but he found it very hard to concentrate on that. He found it very difficult to focus on anything but Kali's naked body. As with the night before, his eyes continued to stray downward and lock on the soft, supple curves of her perfect breasts and the tight, smooth lines that converged between her legs. Once again he found it impossible not to want her.

Kali's hands moved suddenly and drew his attention. He stared as fingers carefully probed her mouth. Her soft, light, lips beckoned him to remember their caress. Simon shuddered slightly and felt himself harden instantly. Nothing had ever felt like the devotion she had put into pleasing him. His body ached for more.

Kali grinned. She leapt to her knees and threw herself forward, to wrap her arms around him. His breath raced as she pressed herself tight to him. Happiness radiated from her and was infectious. Simon couldn't help but smile, despite the heavy control he surrounded himself with. Finally she pulled away slightly, her arms still wrapped about his neck, and shifted to sit on his lap. He schooled his face, to keep out the pure lust that flared, as her heat pressed directly against him.

Kali's eyes widened in shock. Her head tilted downward. In an instant she flew to the head of the bed and grasped at the sheets she drew around herself. He would have feared her accusations if not for her expression. Her eyes pleaded with him. He knew that look. How could he not? It was a look the guilty attempted to feign, but never quite succeeded Only the truly innocent could beg authority not to look at them like they were guilty. Simon's eyes softened under the assault.

"Don't worry. Just tell me what happened."

"I fell asleep. I took a nap. And when I woke up I had transformed somehow."

Her eyes continued to plead. Slowly, as he returned only compassion and concern, she softened. Her grip on the sheets loosened, and Simon fought not to wish she would drop them altogether. The sight of her fogged his mind almost instantly, so much so that even the simple sheet helped to free him to think.

Kali's gaze left his. "I've never woken up transformed before. Even when I underwent the most random changes, a month or so after the attack, I never transformed in my sleep. I'd set up a camera to make sure I wasn't sleepwalking, or being possessed when I slept. It was always the one time I was free of this curse."

Simon nodded in understanding. He was very impressed. Most people wouldn't think beyond their immediate problems to worry about the effect of their subconscious on new abilities. That she not only had, but recorded herself to make sure, showed a level of insight that amazed him.

"Can I see the recording of your nap?"

"I'm sorry," Kali began, "I took down the camera rig a couple weeks ago. It had been almost half a year now and not once had anything happened in my sleep!"

Simon put a finger lightly on her lips to stop her mounting hysteria. Did she shudder at the light touch or was it just his imagination? He refused to ponder the thought, although he couldn't help but notice that she looked even more relaxed. The top of the sheet had even dipped so low that it almost showed her wondrous nipples and dark areola. He dragged his eyes back up to hers and hoped she hadn't noticed.

"It's okay Kali. I would have done the same, only much more quickly in all likelihood. Once I thought I had the powers under control, I'd have probably only waited another week or two, especially if it didn't even happen during the worst."

She smiled at his comforting words and once more he couldn't help but smile back. "Can you tell me what the transformation was? How about anything unusual that's happened recently that could account for the sudden change in your... the power's, behavior?"

Kali blushed deeply and her eyes dropped from his instantly. The moment her gaze sank almost to the bed, the blush ran across her entire body and she turned her head to one side. A glance down and he realized his erection had caused the second reaction. He immediately understood the first.

"You mean you haven't... since the... no one's..."

Now Simon found himself incredibly embarrassed. He hadn't thought of her as a slut or anything, however he assumed she was as hormonal as all young women and men. Roughly six months would be a long period, especially for someone of her beauty. When combined with the knowledge that Tral'zla'thor's skills usually caused his victims to search desperately for another 'fix' of what he had wrought within their bodies, he couldn't help but assume she had had at least a few partners since then; assault or no.

"It's complicated."

Simon's head snapped back around at Kali's whisper. No longer did she seem embarrassed. Now, she seemed frightened and despondent again.

"Tell me, please. Look I'm sorry if I sounded surprised but I..." Simon could think of no way to explain himself without sounding like an ass. And perhaps that was exactly how he deserved to be perceived. He had, after all, thought somewhat along those lines. "I guess I just find it hard to believe a young woman as attractive as you are wouldn't have a devoted boyfriend."

"I guess I was kind of between boyfriends when it happened." The slight laughter in her voice brought his gaze back to hers. A part of her seemed lost in thought, or perhaps memory. "You were right when you guessed I was a virgin when it got me. It never felt like the right guy. I've only done what I did for you last night a couple of times before. And no one's ever done that for me, even Tral'."

Kali seemed to shrink in on herself once again. The sheet came up to cover virtually all of her. Simon suspected that there was more to her story than she admitted, but she would tell him in her own time, or not. In the meantime, at least they had a possible reason for her powers to have changed their patterns.

"And what about the transformation? Whatever it was, you seemed terrified that anyone would see you, even me. I saw the relief when you realized it had gone away."

Her green eyes found him. Once more embarrassment reigned in them. "I guess it was kind of stupid not to want you to see. You've seen so much, and you need to see everything that can happen while you teach me." She smiled shyly. "Black talon-like claws formed on my arms and my teeth looked like giant black shark's teeth."

Kali dropped the sheet without thinking about it, as she moved to demonstrate how far up her arm the change had occurred. This time, however, Simon's eyes never strayed to the freshly revealed breasts. His eyes locked with hers, as he fought to school his expression.

His first thought was that his lapse in judgement had caused the death today. If he had not allowed himself to be seduced, and seduced her in turn, her powers would not have changed their routine. Instantly he pushed that thought with a sigh of relief. The first murder disproved that possibility. It had happened the night before they found each other, after all.

Unfortunately, it didn't mean Kali wasn't the cause. Although she didn't remember ever transforming in her sleep, or sleepwalking, it was entirely possible that she had. Even the fact that she had filmed herself didn't mean much. She hadn't this time. It was possible that one of the times she had simply passed out, it had occurred.

Simon knew that Kali wouldn't do anything like that, but there was still her subconscious to consider. Like Forbidden Planet her primal mind could act while she slept. More likely, however, would be if the power that broke the seals to begin with still held limited control over her. Unfortunately, Kali Donnoly had once again risen to the top of his suspect list.

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Throughout his questions, Kali could not erase the feel of him pressed against her. She had been so excited that the effect had worn off that she'd jumped to hug him. She had no idea what happened to her clothing though. When she buried herself under the covers and pillows, she still wore the cami and skirt she had on when she took her nap. Somehow, her clothes had disappeared when she changed back.

Simon stood up and began to pace. He hadn't seemed horrified, or even upset, when she described the condition, and that was almost as great as the way he had made her feel in bed. That thought brought her mind right back to her current dilemma. The moment she shifted onto his lap she nearly swooned with need. His jeans managed to press against her and remind her what she wanted from him. Maybe not the most but very desperately. She pulled the sheets up not out of modesty, but to hide the strength of her desire. Even in the warm room, her nipples were rock hard. Even worse was the constant, sweet, smell of lust that wafted from between her legs. Only her quick movement had probably prevented his pants from becoming wet.

Now, she only needed to figure out how she could satisfy the need. It was far more insidious than the hunger. She wanted to touch him, to simply let her fingers glide across his skin. She knew that the moment she succumbed to that temptation, her loins would begin to itch. His tongue would sooth it temporarily, but eventually she needed to feel him inside her. She toyed with the thought of a condom, but discarded the option. It had never been the demon's climax that had bound his victims to him. It was their submission to his will and, to a lesser degree, their climax.

Simon turned back to her in his pacing. He froze. Kali couldn't keep the growl from her throat as she watched the bulge in his pants pulse a number of times. She knew he finally came to rest strained within his pants. "Control! We need to work on control." She knew he spoke to himself, as much as her, as he spun to face away from her and paced more quickly.

As he passed by the mirror, she finally saw what had excited him. Somehow, she had crawled from beneath the sheets to the end of the bed. She knelt with her feet tucked under her. Her knees were spread wide, to offer a clear view between her legs. Her hands clutched the edge of the bed in such a manner to pull her forward slightly and accentuate her large breasts.

The heat between her hips refused to subside. If anything, the sight of herself, poised for him, only infuriated her more. Kali dropped herself to curl up, face pressed to the mattress. She pulled her arms in to hide her breasts.

"There's more!"

Simon stopped again and looked at her. She knew her voice was muffled by the bed, and her ears were covered by her arms, but she thought his voice was steeped in caution.

"More about the transformation? Or just more I need to know?"

She didn't like the thought and hoped it was just more of his iron control over his obvious desire for her. She still wasn't sure she hadn't caused that desire through some unnatural means.

"I went out, after I finally had mostly controlled the changes. I needed to be around people." She felt his hand against her bare back and heard the bed creek slightly as he leaned against it to crouch by her head. Likely, he couldn't understand her muffled voice from too far away. "A guy hit on me and I guess I needed to prove Tral hadn't damaged me."

Kali's breath shuddered. She didn't know how to tell the rest of the story. There was already concern in Simon's eyes, and she couldn't bear for him to fear or hate her. He was so kind, so gentle, so caring. The strong, yet smooth, hand rubbed light circles on her back. It felt so good, so calming. Somehow he sensed that she didn't know how to continue and moved to sit behind her. Instinctively, she unfolded and her body molded against his. Warm arms wrapped protectively around her shoulders and waist.

Her breathing slowed. As had happened that morning, being held by him calmed her. Kali didn't think it was any mystical trick or ability. It was something about him being male. He was strong, assertive and wise. It felt as if nothing could truly be unsolvable if he simply held her. But to solve this problem, she needed to tell him.

"This guy, he seemed pretty nice. And I wanted to prove I wasn't scarred. So I invited him out of the club. He dragged me into the nearest alley." Once more Kali had to stop. She felt the warm arms seem to drain her nerves. When Simon gave her a soft squeeze, her body melted against his. "He pulled a knife and cut away my underwear, pushed me against a wall and forced himself into me."

Simon started to say something, but Kali reached up to grip the arm that rested so protectively about her shoulders. "I'm not done, and if I don't get this out, I don't know if I'll be able to." She felt him nod, his face buried in her hair. "The memories knew how to make him finish almost instantly, and my body acted on them. The moment he did..." She couldn't do it. She couldn't admit to him that she had killed someone.

Those strong, gentle, protective, arms held her tight against his warm body. Her hands gripped his arm in gratitude. She tried to rebuild her courage. She tried to think of something that would allow her to finish the story, some way that she hadn't killed a man. All she could seem to focus on were the buttons of his shirt, as they pressed into the smooth skin of her back, and the thick ridge of fabric. He was no longer aroused, but it didn't upset her. This was too serious for that.

"Somehow, I drained him. Like I did Tral'zla'thor. There was nothing left of him but the knife he used to cut away my clothing."

Simon's whole body tensed around her. For the first time, Kali was glad she couldn't see his eyes. The image of his suspicious eyes, when she had told him how she gained the demon's powers, seared into her head. Was he, even now, trying to decide if she was too evil to let live?

"How did it feel?"

"You mean the sex? It was nothing. If you mean... draining... killing that poor man... I hate it!" She practically shouted as she tried to stifle her panic. She wrestled her voice back under control, and managed to whisper out the rest. "God help me, please, but it felt good. Not as good as draining the demon had, but it felt too good."

That invisible face nodded into her hair once more. Kali desperately wished she could see him, or tell what she was thinking. Her eyes widened as she felt the power surge within her. She was just about to focus all of her concentration to dismiss it when the arms hugged her tighter and broke her concentration.

Breath tickled against her ear as Simon leaned over and whispered to her. "Lesson one, you cannot force it down forever." Kali shuddered as much from the sound of he rough whisper as from the feel of his breath against her ear. His was a voice that could seduce her without effort and her body responded to the soft suggestions within it.

"I can feel it begin to rise, let it. Channel the power into something you want or something that will help you." Kali couldn't think. As Simon's voice caressed her thoughts, all she could conjure were scenes of him. In one, his head looked up from between her legs. In another he lightly bit her nipple as she saw his hips prepare to drive him deep into her. Her body shuddered with a mixture of needs that spiraled out of control.

"If you try to subdue the effect, it's like securing a lid to a boiling pot of water. Eventually, the pressure grows so great that it explodes. When that happens you won't be able to control it. So you need to let it vent a little. Sometimes you will even need to let yourself shift randomly. You told me it doesn't belong in a world of laws. The more you control it, the more chaotic it will become."

Simon's voice rippled across her skin. It was as if she could feel the tiny vibrations that made up the sound of his voice. Nothing else mattered but that subtle thrill. Her eyes were long since closed. The deep voice tormented hard nipples. The whisper dipped between her legs and washed her with pure sensation. Her body fluttered and legs grew soaked as she began to pour in anticipation.

The arms gave her a caring hug. Kali felt the power surge and flow across her. Everywhere it touched, her body became infinitely more sensitive. It spread outward to consume her arms and legs. Her very skin, while not as sensitive as the tail had been, had become an instrument for their lust to play upon.

Worse, when the power reached the careful contact between them, it spilled across into his body. She could feel her power as it spread throughout Simon. He continued to speak, but she couldn't hear him any longer, though her skin still felt his voice like a feathered wind. When her power reached his lungs he gasped into silence. Almost at the same time, it reached the soft form of his masculinity and she felt it press against her.

His arms shifted about her. Kali felt as if she floated in her own body. Lazy eyes looked up to find a golden haired angel above her. Brown eyes sparkled like gems as they swept across her body. She could feel that gaze as smooth as silk. Muscles tightened in anticipation beneath his attention. His bare chest shuddered with his breath. She followed the smooth lines of his well muscled body downward.

The blond hair that sprung up along the angel's tight stomach reminded Kali of down. She wanted to run her fingers across it, to feel its soft caress, but her elbows seemed pinned by lead weights. Muscles in her hips tightened, followed instantly by those deeper within. Her head flew back and she knew he had spotted her deepest desire. She ached for him to fill that need.

Slowly, she pulled her eyes open. Her body was languid as she lifted her head to track the celestial being above her. Sure enough, the brown jewels bore into her body. Kali wanted to see the rest of his body. She drifted down his strong chest and smooth stomach to wide, strong, hips. But between those hips he gave lie to the myth of angels as genderless beings.

Kali never felt so desperate for anything. Her hips pushed skyward towards the solid length but her ankles held as solidly as her elbows. She was inches still from the darkened head and whimpered piteously. A growl rumbled across her skin and caused her body to tighten with fresh need. The tip glided forward, but paused. She felt her depths parted only slightly and wanted the full width to fill her.

The eyes that locked with hers held an intensity she had never felt. Kali felt herself falling into the clear brown depths. "Please!"

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Simon felt Kali's power swell and began to try to talk her through it. He couldn't tell how successful it would be. It was clear she had an amazingly strong will, but part of the issue would be her creativity and ability to hold an image. It was one of the first techniques the PIA taught perspective agents, as it formed the foundation for most spells and many other effects. He had intended to start with it, but the sudden rush of power forced him to change tactics.

He rocked Kali slightly as he whispered instruction in her ear. Simon smiled as he felt her begin to relax into the rush of her power rather than fight it. It began to spread throughout her body. He wondered idly what power she imagined to fabricate. Given that her experience seemed limited to physical transformations, she would likely perform a similar change.

He felt her power creep from her body into his and became concerned. He realized the effect was much more akin to a spell than a traditional ability, but couldn't figure out the nature of it. What could she want, or need, so badly that it would overwhelm effects that would be much easier to envision. Regardless, he continued to recite the lesson in his most soothing voice.

All at once, her spell reached his lungs and groin and he understood its nature. Only demonic gifts could act as an instant aphrodisiac. Every race sought the power but, fortunately, only Demons could 'infect' a person with lust. Simon scrambled. Most agents would panic, but he knew to keep calm. He took his own advice and resisted the urge to fight the spell. Not only would it eventually flare to life, likely at an inopportune moment, but his strong desire for Kali would defeat him in the end. Instead, he used his own chi to flood his brain and shield him from the worst of the effects.

The effect filled him to painful proportions. Every muscle trembled in anticipation. Simon felt the wave of her power wash through his mind and only his preparation kept any semblance of sanity or control. The fraction of his consciousness remained and kept him from a complete reversion into his more animalistic nature. At the very least he could make sure of her enjoyment and wishes.

His hands lifted to clutch Kali's shoulders and lower her gently to the bed. As he shifted above her, and knelt between her legs, he discovered his clothes were gone. Simon didn't know if it was part of her desire or if he simply didn't remember stripping himself. The cause didn't matter. All that truly mattered was the lack of inhibition between them now. He knew they should stop, but couldn't find it in himself to do it. That was the spell acting.

Emerald eyes gazed through long black lashes. Never before had a woman looked at him with such devotion, such longing. The depth of feeling in Kali's expression was almost palpable and forced him to look away. Instead, his eyes wandered down her exquisite body. Soft skin gently wrapped wonderful curves and powerful muscles. The night before, Simon hadn't truly taken the time to appreciate her body. Although not toned, he could almost see the pure strength contained within her. Her large breasts settled slightly while she lay on her back. Just the sight of them sent a thrill through his body.

Simon's hands clenched slightly around her elbows, where he had them pinned to the bed. He could almost feel her gaze as a breath of wind that lingered down his body. Kali tried to move her arms, but that primal instinct that uncoiled in his mind refused to let her. She was his! He continued to shield his mind and reminded himself that she was her own, although he would willingly give himself to her.

His gaze continued down her luscious body. Wide hips complimented the obvious power of Kali's body, but they couldn't hold his eyes. He was too close to seeing the prize. The primal mind screamed for him to look down. While he admitted the spell influenced him, he knew his perception of her was unclouded. This was simply his desire magnified; forced free of the confines and control of social acceptability. As he gave in and looked, her head pressed backwards and her body arched as if he'd already given in to his other desires. For a moment, he felt the breeze that was her gaze leave him.

Like her body, Simon hadn't fully appreciated her lust the night before. The small pink folds trembled slightly even as he watched her. Her darker bud strained forward and he remembered the taste of her vividly. He wanted her. He wanted to devour her. He wanted to fill her. He wanted to press his body against her and feel her with every fiber of his being.

Kali's eyes whispered across his body quickly. His hips froze as her attention swept across them. Simon's already pained need tried to grow as she settled on it.

Suddenly, her hips thrust upward. Simon hadn't even realized that his legs pinned hers until she bucked beneath him. She whimpered in frustration. His spell-infused beast joined her struggles and lashed against the mental cage Simon had built to hide within. A growl erupted from his chest. His hips began to sink to meet hers.

He watched his tip reach her, brush against that soft mound and slide lower. He barely parted her silk lips and she strained even harder. Simon sought Kali's eyes. God! How he wanted her, but he still held himself as much in check as he dared. Desperation lashed out from her eyes. He felt himself slip a little deeper as she struggled to push herself onto him. Her eyes accused him of holding back even as her voice pleaded.

Her one word shattered the precious shields. Euphoria blazed through his head and fired across his nerves. His hips crashed forward to bury himself in the furnace of their mutual need. The world obscured. All he could see was Kali. Powerful muscles, soft skin and smooth lines writhed and pulsed beneath him as he began to glide in and out of her. Pinned, she could do little to aid his tempo, but her depths clung to him, pulled him deeper.

Kali's eyes screwed shut. Her jaw dropped and cheeks pulled upwards as if she were an angel singing to God. Pleasure erupted from her lips in a crystalline scream of joy. The sound itself seemed to wrap itself around Simon. He felt the primal edge fade from his mind and his movements became less strained. His ankles shifted free of hers and his hands released her arms to support him from either side of her shoulders.

Her arms and legs snaked out to ensnare Simon. Kali began to pull herself from the bed in order to press her body against him. He lowered himself without a missed beat. He slowed, to build and prolong the union. Even without the beast to drive him, he was no less intense, dove no less deep.

Kali screamed constantly. Her hips rolled against his and her feet dug into his butt. She wanted, no, needed him to go faster in order to reach the next level. Simon smiled into her hair. Slowly, he began to increase his rhythm. Her arms tightened around his back and she screamed louder. One of his hands slid up to cup her head while the other pressed beneath her to cradle her lower back.

The world went white as he felt himself explode deep within her. Simon lost himself to the frenzied throbbing of their bodies. Her musical voice echoed in his ears. Her body rocked in perfect harmony to his. She wanted him to continue as much as he did, in spite of his body. Her depths clenched and drank greedily from his solid length. He screamed as he succumbed to her desire again. The blanket of her voice pulled Simon tight against Kali and guided him toward sweet oblivion.

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