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This Year’s PriceChameleon woke me gently, pressing her warm body against me and running her fingers over my arm before resting her hand on my chest. I stretched, enjoying the feeling of her skin on mine.“What do you want?” she whispered.I stiffened slightly before I could catch myself. I knew she’d felt my reaction. I’d known the question was coming, what it meant for both of us. I knew what she needed from me. She needed me to share a fantasy with her. A dark fantasy – something that I knew was wrong. Something I was ashamed of, that embarrassed me. But something I wanted to happen, that in the most secret parts of my soul I longed for: a dirty, secret desire that, if I had never met Cam, I would never have admitted to anyone, including myself, a fantasy she could make real for me, as a gift.I already knew what I wanted for my birthday this year.“You’ve been a bad girl,” I said. “And you must be punished.”She looked at me. As always at this time of year, her green eyes looked right inside me, piercing my soul and testing the truth of my request. She could only feed from me if I told her the truth.She was the love of my life, my every dream come true. Our life together had been full of happiness and laughter. We were similar enough to enjoy the same things and different enough to enjoy each other. She was beautiful – by far the most beautiful creature I had ever seen, inside and out.She was not human. She was a Ataşehir Escort demon, cast out of hell and living among us. She saw my dark and twisted fantasies and accepted them. She needed them. She fed from them but just one a year – on my birthday.Each fantasy she made real changed me. I had already answered her question three times. This was the fourth. She had told me that each time she fed I would lose a piece of my soul, replacing it with something darker – something evil. Being with Cam was slowly driving me insane, and ultimately killing me. There were only two ways that our relationship could end: either she would destroy me or she would leave me while there was still something of my original self left. I knew that I would not, could not, leave her.“I’ll be a bad girl,” she agreed. “And I will be punished.” I felt something shift inside me, just below my heart. There was sharp pain, but only for a moment. A deal had been struck, and paid for with my soul.“Sunday,” she said. Today was Tuesday. “You’ll know when it’s time.”“Thank you,” she said. “I love you.”She smiled sadly. She knew what she was doing to me, the price I was paying for her. But she had to feed. She was powerful and incredibly strong. She was immortal and effectively invulnerable. If she went too long without feeding, she would fall into a frenzy. Her feeding frenzies killed people, sometimes dozens at Ataşehir Escort Bayan a time. She had explained to me the steps she had taken to try to restrain herself, the times she had tried to take her own life to spare others from her hunger. She had failed every time. She had brought on a frenzy every time.Our compromise was the least harm she could cause. She had to feed, so she took from someone who loved her, who fed her willingly. She amplified the power she took from me by turning her feeding into a gift for me. She knew she harmed me more with every year she stayed with me, but she caused that harm as slowly as she could.She was just as trapped as I was.I had never asked her how many had come before me and she had never told me. She looked perhaps twenty-five. She might have been as old as time.Happiness has a price, they say. Feeding my soul to my demon wife one piece at a time was the price of mine. I paid it gladly.TuesdayShe leaned over me and kissed me gently, before running her tongue over her full lips, moistening them. She never wore make-up – she didn’t need it. Her freckled face was inches from mine. Her lightly tanned complexion glowed with strength and health. The pendant she wore on a silver chain hung down, almost touching me. Its onyx pendant was shaped like a goat today. It changed every now and then, but I had never found a pattern to it.Her Escort Ataşehir green eyes held me, glowing slightly with the after-effects of our new contract. I breathed her in, relishing her scent. She smelled of apples and strawberries. She smelled of life and vitality. I loved being near her. In the first months of our relationship, she often told me off for following her around like a love-struck puppy. I didn’t feel like a puppy anymore. A wolf, perhaps. I smiled at her. I wanted her, right now.She kissed me again, her soft lips parting mine to allow her tongue to slide inside my mouth, tasting me. “Mmm,” she murmured. I kissed her back, passion rising quickly. Her gentle, clever hands slid down my chest, stroking me. Her fingers left trails of goosebumps behind them. My hand moved to her perfect breast. It filled my palm. Her nipple hardened against my touch. I squeezed, gently for now but with a promise of more if she wanted it. Her mouth moved down to my neck, kissing and nuzzling. I felt her tongue slide over my skin, small licks leaving my skin wet. The wet patches felt cool, a delightful contrast to the heat of her body on mine. She moved her mouth lower, making her intentions clear.“Oh, yes,” I whispered. “Yes please, Cam.”She kissed my stomach, taking her time. Her hand slid down further and her fingers brushed my cock gently, testing my arousal. I was rock hard. As if there could have been any doubt. She shifted her weight to her hands and knees, placing them on each side of my prone body. Her mouth hovered where her fingers had been. She let me feel her warm breath first, teasing me. I pressed upwards towards her, my need clear. She opened her mouth for me and my cock slipped inside, but just a little.
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