The Demon's Riddle

by Jessica Brown

  Kerry responded in kind, pushing his shoulders down, and positioning herself over him. The human part of her wanted to tease him, to heighten his arousal, but she could feel the fullness of him beneath her, and she needed that, deep inside her, as deep as he could go. So she thrust downward, hard, and he entered her, so hard the Kerry felt herself emit an involuntary grunt that emanated from far inside her belly.

  He pushed up, and Kerry slammed him down, and this time it was his turn to moan, a deep guttural sound that spurred her on. The rhythm of their movements increased, as did the violence of it, so that they were surging in a wave together.

  With another human this would have ended instantly, and part of Kerry was still prepared for that, the immediacy and instant gratification. But suddenly she felt the fury of the demon take control over Cavanaugh, and that energy roared through her as well, for it was part of her now. This went on for hours, neither one tiring of the sensations, the volume of their moans and howls increasing as their lovemaking went on and on.

  It lasted through the afternoon and most of the night, something Kerry would have thought impossible a few days ago. She thought she'd be spent when it was finally over as dawn crept up on them, but instead Kerry felt energized, even though they barely slept at all until light finally began to creep in the windows of the loft apartment.

  They did sleep for a couple of hours just before dawn, Kerry sprawled on top of Cavanaugh, with Cavanaugh still inside her. When they finally rose this seemed normal and natural, to sleep this way, and Kerry knew her transformation was almost complete, for she was finding it almost impossible to think the way she had a few days, in the fashion of a young woman.

  Neither one spoke when they got up. Cavanaugh began to prepare breakfast and Kerry cleaned up the bedroom, smiling at the domesticity of it all. They showered together, slowly and intimately, then had their first meal together, the silence still eminently comfortable between them.

  They cleaned up together after the meal, and Cavanaugh began to pack, preparing for travel. Kerry knew where he was going now, and what they were going to do together, that information and knowledge had come to her in some way she could barely explain during their lovemaking. She knew they would be coming back here, eventually, but she had no idea when, or what the circumstances would be when they finally did.

  They took a minimum amount of gear, all of which fit into a small duffle bag that fit neatly on the back of the motorcycle. And when everything was ready, they rumbled quietly through a peaceful Monday morning in McCord, Mississippi, on their way to whatever Kerry's new life held for her.