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Anticipation.
Asherik the demon floated, his mortal body forgotten. Water, food – what need did he have for such things when she might call at any time? When the host wore out he would simply find another, the plans of sowing revenge against the reaper of less importance now that she’d come to him freely.
It was too soon, he knew that on some level, but still he searched, hoping to find her, even if only to watch her while she slept. The whisper of his name brushed his senses, and ever alert, Ash sent his consciousness there, quick as lightning. The tiny bathroom mirror afforded him enough of a view to see that he’d found her, his lady love.
Asherik sent more of himself, flowing through the mirror like an angel’s breath, so lightly did he approach her. She lay in a tub of heated water, the curtain of red hair floating as if it had a life of its own, shielding her modesty. Lovely in repose, he drank his fill of her perfection, his goddess of the sea. He could feel the magics on the wall behind him, barring him from entering the other room, but his clever love had found a safe haven for them to be together.
His energy flowed over her supple limbs, the water no barrier to him in that form. She stirred, the water lapping at her breasts as she shifted slightly, and Asherik despaired of her waking before he could join her. No longer content to watch, he prepared to merge his mind with hers in the dreamstate, only to abandon that plan for a far better one.
Asherik severed ties to the body dreaming back at the house, summoning all of his being into the tiny bathroom before plunging himself into her heart with a cry of exquisite pleasure.