After too much to drink, I fell fast asleep in the spare room, then woke up at about 6.30am in the morning to the faint sounds of moaning and gasping....Listening carefully I realised I wasn't dreaming and that it was coming from my mate's bedroom across the hall. The sound of the heavy breathing quickly got me turned on and I couldn’t believe they were awake already so early on a Sunday morning. So I carefully crept out of bed and very gently pulled my bedroom door open so they didn't hear. "You really don't have a grasp of how the magic works, do you?"Pardin bent down and pulled up a wild onion. The bulb was white and as big as his fist. Brushing off as much of the dirt as he could with his fingers, he placed the onion in his sack. "I thought you were supposed to be helping me find vegetables for dinner. I'm doing all the work here and the sack is sadly near empty." You can't run away from the subject forever, you know," Fuster said. "Turn left; go between those two trees and. So’s Jesus. Michael the Archangel rules Heaven now. But the issue wasn’t having sex per se. Michael’s a little less uptight about that these days. It’s having sex with a devil, especially the former Prince of Incubi, that is the problem, if you want to see it that way. If you and I get it on, and I cum inside you, you’ll be damned to Hell, forever barred from Heaven’s gates. However, when you die, if not sooner, you’ll become a succubus, and you won’t be tormented, honey. So, how about it? Want. Tears stung my eyes as I tried to catch my breath. He walked into the bathroom and closed the door. The shower turned on and I slumped to the floor. My entire body was flushed. Dawning on me was the fact that fighting with him turned me on. My panties were drenched and my pussy throbbed. Fighting with him had never turned me on before, why now? Groaning I leaned against the side of the bed. Listening to the shower run was calming me down as I zoned out. I regretted picking a fight over.