Schemes Vs Altair

'Is it because of the Brand of the Incubus?' Syris began asking herself. Her pale, glossy blue eyes fixed across the man, captivating her every thought. It was as if he'd branded his mark into her very soul. 

She jumped, pushing herself off a large branch with enough force that it sent her racing through the air in a parabolic arc. She landed on another branch some distance away, lost in thought.

Syris was beside herself. Unable to recognize herself or her actions as of late. She could still feel his seed inside her, warming her belly. Try as she could, Syris could not stop her loins from throbbing, sore from where he touched her, where he'd fucked her raw, until the moans she'd tried to contain carried through the forest bed.