That Damn Imp Ch. 02

"Mmm... on that, we agree," he whispered deeply, gently nudging her forward, his feet sliding across the thick carpet as she continued to massage his groin, making concentration difficult, even in this focused persona Puck had put himself in. He hooked his thumbs into his pants and slid them down, revealing a comfortable pair of dark green boxer briefs that did little to mask his arousal.

"Do you have any idea how sexy you are?" Koshka asked with almost a small growl as she shrugged off her jacket, letting it slide to the floor.

"I certainly do hope that I please you," Malcolm breathed as he slid to his knees. His hands slid to her hips, pulling the hem of the dress down to her hips, so he could now also see the color of her panties. The crimson suited her, and he pulled the hem up further to kiss above the waistband of her underwear. As he did, she pulled her dress up and over her head, tossing it aside, revealing a red bra that matched the lace-trimmed panties.

"Koshka." Puck's voice was thick as he studied the offering before him, his eyes meeting hers as he kissed around her navel. It thrilled him to no end to have her welcome his affections. She smiled at him gently as he continued to pepper kisses along her midriff.

"Sit down on the couch," she said gently as she took a step back from him. Momentarily bereft, he obeyed and made his way over to the couch, a Victorian-inspired number upholstered in deep purple velveteen. The cushions were plush, and he sunk against the back, his head lolling a bit against the padded edge.

Koshka walked over near the television, turning on what Malcolm recognized as an iPod docked in a stereo system. She pressed a couple of buttons on a remote, and Middle Eastern music flowed from the stereo. The lyrics were old-fashioned, comprised of musical instruments, and would have been heard many centuries ago. As he watched, she swayed her hips in tune with the music, dancing skillfully as she had so long ago. Malcolm sighed in pleasure as he watched, content for the show as he felt his penis twitch against the semi-elastic confines of his underwear.

He watched the curves and muscles of her body flex as her hips twisted and swayed with the music. It did not matter that there were no veils to accompany this dance, but Puck was not about to complain. He took a deep breath, reaching down with one hand to knead his groin, gently massaging himself. Koshka stared into his eyes, and he was rooted to the spot, barely aware of the rubbing of his own hand.

"Koshka." Her name rolled off his tongue in a heated moan, his core feeling tight as he saw the glitter of her navel piercing, a garnet set in silver. He swallowed thickly as he finally pulled the waistband down, wiggling a bit to ease the underwear past his balls. His erection stood thick and proud, the one part of himself that he had not changed when he became Malcolm. Already, it begun to weep precum. He hadn't felt quite this aroused for some time. One hand slid down, its fingers curling around his balls and the root of his manhood.

He saw her still a bit as she took note of him, her eyes fixed on his erection. He could not help but feel prideful under her admiration. His remaining hand moved along the length of his shaft before slowly pulling back the foreskin. He squeezed his balls a bit, and she nodded as her hips continued to sway.

"Yes. Keep doing that, just hold off on orgasm, all right?" she asked. He nodded eagerly, all too happy to acquiesce with whatever his lady love would want.

The sight of his bared member, nested in a thatch of golden hair, was enough to send a searing, almost painful throb through Koshka's intimate parts. One of her favorite things in foreplay was to watch a man play with himself, and she felt her ache continue as he started to pump himself at a slow, even pace. His fingers languidly slid up and down, and when she looked to his face, his steely blue eyes were fixed upon hers.

After dancing a bit more, keeping her eyes on him and what he was doing to himself, she reached behind herself to unhook her bra. She tossed it casually at him and did a graceful spin, her hair flying behind her.

He allowed the bra to land on him, the red satin cups draped along one shoulder and arm. For a moment, he was riveted by the sight of her naked breasts, and his self-ministrations stilled.

Tits. Tits. Tits tits tits. Koshka's tits! Were fucking marvelous!! He felt his breath hitch a bit at the soft, perky mounds of flesh before him. After several seconds, he looked down to see her bra. Gently setting it aside, he returned his attention to the throbbing flesh between his legs, keeping his touch and pace steady, his knees quivering just a bit as his eyes returned to her face, and then her breasts. How often he'd fantasized about touching Koshka, taking her into his mouth and hearing her moan, and have her quiver and arch underneath him...

"You have an incredible body. When are you going to let me have my way with it?" he asked playfully. She turned around, presenting her back and rear end to him as she swayed her posterior. Her cheeks invited one to cup and caress them, and Puck was determined to do that in due time, among other things.

"Hmph. So horny. So impatient."

"Not impatient," he quipped back. "Just horny. And you can't tell me that part of you doesn't want to just come over here, jump on and ride me." He sat up just a bit, allowing himself a better look at the show. "You have a perfect ass," he complimented, his hand moving just a bit quicker along his cock.

She smiled at him before her thumbs hooked into the waistband of her panties, and his grip on his balls tightened as the fabric slid down her legs, leaving her gloriously bare before him. Rosy nipples tipped breasts that he knew would feel great in his hands, and the neatly-trimmed thatch between her legs was the same color as her hair - not that Puck expected otherwise.

She closed in on him, leaning down to take hold of his cock. He breathed out slowly as he felt her hand explore his intimate flesh, massaging the hard warmth with delicate-looking but strong fingers. Her other hand pushed the lapels of his shirt open further, revealing pale nipples. She dragged one of her fingernails slowly around one nipple, feeling him shudder. Her breasts were less than a foot away from his face, and he took the time to admire them, reaching up to gently cup and squeeze one. She looked up at him, seeing half-lidded eyes heavy with need.

"I want more of you. But we're going to need condoms," she whispered. He blinked several times as she slid away from him before he nodded.

Malcolm quickly climbed off the couch to get his pants, pulling his wallet out of the pocket. In it was a driver's license procured with a hit of magic because even Puck had his limits and was not willing to deal with the human-created hell that was known as the Department of Motor Vehicles. A few copies of his business card and a library card were also in there, along with a couple of credit cards, and some of the cash he'd made by selling the Abbasid coins. The wallet also contained several condoms, and the gold Magnum wrappers glistened in the lamplight as he pulled them out. He returned to his place on the couch, placing the extra ones on the end table before opening one up.

"Want to put it on me?" he asked, holding the condom lightly between two fingers.

"I'd be honored," Koshka replied with a faint smirk before she did just as he asked, teasing a bit first, obviously enjoying the way his cock responded to her touch. He watched her as he worked to maintain his breathing, not wishing to lose control. He wanted to have a perfect evening, and he closed his eyes for several moments as he felt the pads of her fingers stroke along his aching tip.

Finally, she rolled down the condom, caressing his balls after she did so. Puck did not relish the thought of a barrier between his flesh and hers, but hopefully he could dispense of them in due time. Placing her hands on his shoulders, she straddled him, and he felt his heart pounding. He was about to get fucked by the woman of his dreams, the one that had been the subject of his fantasies for over a thousand years. And holy shit, it was actually happening! He looked down for a moment, seeing her pussy hovering just above the tip of his cock. His eyes moved back up, seeing her stare at him fiercely.

"Mine," she growled before she plunged down on him, claiming him in one swift thrust. A deep moan escaped from his throat as he registered the tight heat around him, enveloping nearly all of him. He picked up his hands, sliding them along her legs to stop at her hips, feeling the roll and sway as she started to ride him.

Even with a condom, even if he couldn't be his true self, Puck was still grateful for this opportunity. He whispered her name several times as she moved against him with an almost brutal ease, her breasts bouncing in his face. He would kiss one or the other, and tease a nipple as she ground against him, working that last bit of him within her receptive body.

"Yours. Always yours," Malcolm groaned as her bouncing became firmer, her hips moving in rapid strokes as her nails dug into his chest. His own short, neat nails pressed into her backside. His head leaned back against the cushion, pressing into it as he moaned. Not wanting to give commands, he nodded eagerly, moaned deeply, and made it extremely clear when she did something he particularly enjoyed. Which was... well, pretty much anything and everything she did.

"Cum for me, Malcolm. You ache for release, and you have earned it. Come now," she moaned, her tits bouncing as she did so, and his glasses fogging up from the heat.

Though he didn't quite come on command, it did not take long. Reaching up, he grasped her tits, giving them a squeeze as he climaxed. He gasped deeply, head arching back, his cock thrusting into her deep as his balls tightened. He held her backside and quivered, rocking his hips as he rode out the orgasm.

"Oh yes, gods yes..." Koshka hissed as she continued to grind against him, her hips swaying as she rode out their mutual pleasure. "Malcolm..." She let her head loll down as she breathed in enjoyment, She remained on top of him for a bit more before rolling off him and gently sliding the condom off, tossing it in a wastebasket she had under the end table. "You are a god," she purred as she cuddled up to him, her nails very lightly raking along his stomach as he lay there on the couch. His cock was still semi-hard, he rarely was satisfied with just one orgasm when he was with a lover.

"You're pretty damn impressive yourself, Koshka. You're quite the hellcat, your name suits you almost too well." He hooked his arm around her, nuzzling the side of her head. "What's not to like about a sexy little Russian redhead who's as smart and passionate as she is beautiful?" He drew idle patterns along her back and arm with a finger, savoring the feel of her skin and presence.

"It's nice to meet a man who can respect that. You're confident in your own strength. You don't feel the need for a docile woman. I like that." She reached down to stroke him.

"Docile? Oh, you mean boring," he teased, moaning softly as she began stroking him. Leaning into her touch, his hands went from their drawing to exploring her more aggressively, running over her breasts and slipping down between her legs, rubbing against the wet heat of her sex. He kissed at her neck, nipping at her shoulder and murmuring warmly. "Keep that up and you're going to get me going again," he teased.

"And just what do you think I'm doing, trying to put you to sleep?" Koshka gave out a mock scoff and roll of the eyes. She continued the stroking, now touching him more aggressively before moving down to take him into her mouth.

The response he'd been about to give was replaced with a short gasp as he felt her mouth take him in. He focused on her, taking off his glasses and setting them aside to study her. The sight of the feisty demoness pleasuring him was not one he would ever forget. He hissed her name, hand slipping into her hair, holding it gently. Once again, he allowed her to dictate the pace, keeping his grip light. Still, once in awhile, he couldn't control himself, shifting to push just a bit more of him into her mouth, or momentarily tighten his grip in her hair.

Koshka continued her skillful ministrations, her pace determined as she sucked him off, bringing him to orgasm. She swallowed most of it, a bit dribbled from around her lips. She raised her head, "Mmm. That tasted really good. Never thought anyone could taste so good." He smelled clean, faintly of deodorant and cologne, and down here, a natural male scent. However, lingering at just the edge of her senses, she smelled the tang of salty sea air, and the way grass smells after a rain, and the deep, earthy smell of ancient forests. When she turned her attention to that curious piece of information, the scent disappeared.

"Mmm, glad you enjoy. Damn, you're incredible. When do I get to return the favor?" he grinned, taking a few moments to catch his breath.

"Now, if you want," Koshka replied, her eyes sparkling. "And after that, if you do a good job, you can take me in any position you like." She rose from the couch and beckoned to him, grabbing the remaining condoms from the small table. Shrugging his underwear off, he followed her into the bedroom, his erection aching now almost as fiercely as before. Was good at sexy dancing. Check. Great at sex. Check. Gives great head. Check. Puck would see how many other things he could check off.

She turned on a Tiffany lamp, the myriad of colors soothing in its own way to the disguised imp. Most of the furniture was antique, with masterfully-constructed chests and wardrobes. The bed was a queen size, set in a wrought-iron four-poster bed. Spread across the bed was a couple of patchwork quilts bearing fabrics of an eclectic variety, including satin and velvet.

She climbed onto the bed, splaying across it like an exotic cat, beautiful and dangerous. His cock throbbed afresh as he absorbed the sight before him, knowing he would cherish this night. He approached the bed, slinking across the quilt as he looked down at her.

"You certainly look tasty enough to eat," he whispered. Nudging her legs open, he stroked his fingers along the slightly-tanned skin, noting the finely-shaped ankles. He lowered his lips and kissed a trail from her ankle to inner thigh, breathing in her scent. She needed him, and he would sate that need.

He moved slowly, finally moving over to kiss her sex. His arm wrapped around her leg, the other hand running its fingers over the lips of her pussy. His tongue soon followed, Malcolm licking and sucking eagerly. He flicked his tongue over her clit, slipping one finger in, then a second. They thrust slow and deep, exploring her as he continued to suck at her skillfully, flicking and rubbing his tongue against the kernel of flesh. He murmured softly, looking up as he continued his work, urging on her response to his hand and mouth.

She moaned his name several times, hips swaying against his face as he continued his ministrations, taking his time yet skillfully upping the tempo, and in due time she orgasmed, her toes curling against his back as she ground against his face, her hand resting atop his golden hair.

As she ground against him, he worked at her eagerly, sucking and lapping at her orgasm, taking his time. His fingers curled within her, not quite ready to stop. Whether he sought to draw out her orgasm, or give her another, he continued, urging her on with the wild look in his eyes. She tasted absolutely divine, in fact, Puck would easily swear she was the best he'd ever tasted. And that was saying something for an ages-old magical being that had easy charm and a reputation backed by his skills as a lover.

He gently sucked along her folds, hearing her whimper softly as her reawakening arousal became apparent. Giving her clit several kisses, he looked up to see a fierce blush on her cheeks as her lips were parted in silent begging. He smiled against her and abandoned the submissiveness from before. She had offered him something, and he was prepared to take it. Gathering another condom quickly, he prepared himself, encouraged by Koshka's flirtatious smile and hungry nod.

Taking hold of her hair, he turned her over, laying Koshka onto her knees and entering her from behind. He leaned down, moaning hotly and deeply into her ear. He gripped her hips, thrusting with reckless abandon. One hand released her, moving beneath her chin and arching her head back. He met her eyes with a look of intensity and wanting. He didn't have to say anything. He wanted to drive her to another orgasm, one even more powerful than the last.

She opened her mouth to speak but no discernible words came out, and she wiggled her ass against him, arching the way he wanted, her nails digging into the sheets as their eyes met. She felt him plunge into her ruthlessly, his powerful frame holding hers, and she screamed in orgasm after a while, clenching around him and crying out his name.

She gave him what he wanted and he did the same in kind, moaning along with her, his orgasm following hers. As she screamed his name again, he burst within her, pressing his body to hers, finishing with rapid, shorter thrusts.

"You're incredible," he whispered deeply, laying against her back, still buried deep within her.

"Well thank you, my darling. I do try." She slipped her hair over her shoulder and looked back up at him, wiggling against him.

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The next few hours were filled with fierce and pleasant couplings, being dominant in turns. Puck had been curious as to how she would be in bed, would the badass demon be just as wicked between the sheets, or did Koshka take a break from that boldness behind closed doors? The fact that she was a switch delighted him, for he was one as well. Variety was the spice of life, after all.

Puck went several more times, but did not want to push the limits a human male was supposed to have. Hopefully, one day, he would not have to worry about restraining himself. He lay there in a tangle of sheets with Koshka, listening to her breathing.

"You, sir, are a god among men!" Koshka whispered. He kissed at her neck and played with her hair.

"You're too kind," he murmured. "Of course, you're so damn sexy I work my hardest to please you."

"Oh, please me you did. Do you want to stay for breakfast? I don't have much in the house right now, but I can go down to the Comet Cafe and get breakfast for both of us, their waffles and French toast are to die for, and we did burn off plenty of calories."

"Well I certainly don't want to leave," he shot back, smiling tiredly. "Breakfast sounds delightful." He settled into the blankets with her as they cooled down from their activities, and in due time, she was sleeping soundly. He took a deep breath and looked up at the ceiling, basking in the comfort of her company.

Not long after the sun came up, Koshka stirred awake, and Malcolm pulled her into his arms in response. She purred and stretched against him before giving him a sleepy nuzzle. He basked in this affection, and pulled her into a bear hug before slowly releasing her, delighting in the feel of her body against his own. She pulled away and he heard the running of the shower for no more than four minutes before she emerged from the bathroom, dressing quickly in jeans and a faded sweatshirt.

"I should be back in about half an hour, all right? You can relax or wash up or... whatever."

"Sure. I'll be waiting eagerly for your return." He raised an eyebrow at her.

"I have no doubt of that." She blew him a kiss before leaving. Puck was now alone in her apartment, for the first time in their relationship, he'd been invited into her private space. She had powerful magic here repelling unwanted guests, and if he'd tampered with that magic, she'd have known. Being invited, made that an non-issue. He took his true form, relaxing as he wiggled around under the quilt. Suddenly, he felt weight on the bed and opened his eyes to see a large and handsome moggie cat.