Worship Him - 1

What has he done? The shame was quick to overwhelm Aldric. Although he told himself this was the only way to put down Azula's defenses and get what he wanted. But Aldric knew the truth — he had enjoyed every bit of their angst fucking.

He loved the way her walls clenched around his dick and milked him dry. He loved the way Azula had been able to match his vigor and strength. He liked the way he had not been worried about hurting her and rutted her just the way he wanted. He liked the darkness in her. 

Fuck. 

Yes, that exactly was the problem. He was cheating on Islinda with the demon who possessed her. And it did not help that he liked it. Perhaps, he was truly twisted and there was really no salvation for him. 

He was not supposed to cheat on his mate even if the demon wore her face. Azula and Islinda were different. Islinda was not Azula and Azula was not Islinda. They could never be. And never will be.