Chapter 36

Chapter 36
"The plan is simple and brutal,” Melek continued, kneeling before Urik. “I will infiltrate the dreams of the lesser councilors. Plant seeds of paranoia, insatiable lust, and fear. Meanwhile, you awaken the forest. The deepest roots now obey your call. Elara will strengthen the village’s barriers. When the Council sends the next emissary… they won’t find a vassal. They’ll find a king and his demon.”

Urik nodded, his chest rising and falling with controlled breaths.

“Do it. Take what you need. I offer my energy willingly. Without reservation.”

Melek smiled, a predatory smile that was somehow strangely tender.

“Then come, my warlock. Let me ride you slowly… until your soul sings for me.”

With a fluid motion, Melek pushed Urik onto his back against the cold floor of the circle. The runes ignited, tracing lines of silver light that climbed over both their bodies. The incubus tore open his own trousers with his claws, freeing his thick, veined cock, already slick with the magical essence that made everything easier. He positioned himself over Urik, powerful thighs pinning the warlock’s hips.

Elara moved to the edge of the circle and extended her hand. Urik gripped it tightly, fingers intertwined. Her touch was warm and steady, a reminder that he was not alone.

“I’m here,” she murmured softly. “Breathe.”

Melek lowered himself slowly, inch by inch, enveloping Urik in his tight, pulsing heat. A low moan escaped both of them at the same time. The mark blazed brightly, creating a bridge of shared sensations. Every contraction of Melek’s inner muscles sent waves of pleasure straight into Urik’s mind.

“Slowly…” the incubus whispered, beginning to move his hips in a torturous rhythm—deep and circular. He leaned forward, horns brushing Urik’s chest, his hot tongue licking a hardened nipple. “I want to feel every drop of your essence.”

Urik arched his back, squeezing Elara’s hand harder. The pleasure was different now—denser, more addictive. With every slow descent of Melek’s body, the incubus drew not only from Urik’s flesh but from his pure magical energy: visible threads of silver magic rose from the warlock’s skin and were absorbed into the demon’s flesh.

“Melek…” Urik’s voice broke as the incubus slightly increased the pace, still controlled, still deliberate. Melek’s tail coiled around Urik’s cock, stroking him in the same slow rhythm.

Elara tightened her grip, murmuring soft anchoring words and channeling her own gentle magic to keep Urik from losing himself completely. Her eyes remained fixed on his face, capturing every nuance of ecstasy and pleasurable pain.

Melek leaned closer, biting Urik’s neck as he rode him deeper.

“Yes… give it all to me. Your rage, your power, your pleasure… all mine.” The incubus clenched around him, sucking with both body and demonic essence at once.

The pleasure built like a rising tide. Urik felt every slow thrust as if it lasted an eternity. His hips rose to meet Melek’s descents, sweat sliding down his chest. The mark burned, sending echoes back: Melek’s pleasure at feeding, the hunger being sated, the connection growing stronger.

“I… won’t last…” Urik growled, his entire body trembling.

“Hold on,” Melek ordered, voice hoarse with desire. He sped up slightly, riding with more intensity but still in control. “I want to hear you scream my name when you come.”

Elara squeezed his hand harder, her thumb stroking his knuckles.

“Let go, Urik. We’re here.”

The climax hit him like lightning. Urik shouted Melek’s name, the sound echoing off the stone walls as his body convulsed. Hot jets of semen were drawn out by the incubus’s tail and body, along with torrents of pure magical energy. Melek threw his head back, wings spreading fully, and released a guttural roar as he reached his own orgasm, clenching violently around Urik and milking every last drop of pleasure.

For long minutes, the only sound was their ragged breathing. The runes of the circle pulsed slowly, now charged with renewed power. Melek collapsed onto Urik’s chest, horns resting against his skin, tail still coiled possessively.

Elara released Urik’s hand gently and brushed the sweat-damp hair from his forehead.

“You two are… far too intense. But the energy here is stronger now. The forest has answered.”

Urik, exhausted yet vibrating with power, wrapped his arms around Melek.

“That was only the beginning,” he murmured, voice hoarse. “Tomorrow we begin the real hunt.”

Melek lifted his head, red eyes sated yet still hungry for more.

“And I will be with you every step. Fed. Strong. Yours.”

Elara stood, smiling faintly despite the concern in her eyes.

“I’ll prepare cold compresses and something to eat. Rest a little. War waits for no one, but you need your strength.”

As she left the chamber, Melek kissed Urik deeply, sealing the ritual with a touch of dark tenderness.

The mark on their wrists pulsed in unison—stronger, deeper, more dangerous.

The Council had no idea what they had awakened.