Unholy Desires: Transformation

Salem Aslin is a warlock, a master of shadowy arts, and his particular line of work has put him in the path of incredibly dark forces. Burdened with a demonic curse that drives him into a frenzied hunger, he seeks out the help of a trusted friend. Will they be able to lift the powerful spell from Salem together? Or will his desires overcome him at last?

This short story is 3,028 words long and contains scenes for mature readers only.

-Excerpt-
"Then that's it. I'm doomed. " I whispered, my voice thick. I didn't try to take my arm back and he just held onto me, my hand almost against his chest. I could feel his warmth. It was tantalizing, and that temptation would get me nowhere. I didn’t have the strength of will to force myself away, though I knew I should. That strange, low hunger rumbled through me still, clouding my thoughts, making me feel slow and a little stupid. It was hard to wrap my head around this notion, that I might have be trapped this way.

" I can still help you. " He spoke, peering slightly up at me from under the unruly shock of his light brown hair. “If you’ll let me.”

" How can you do that? " I mumbled, my words thick. Instead of speaking, he turned my hand over in his own so that my palm was facing upwards. Slowly, deliberately, his head dipped and he took the tip of one of my fingers into his mouth. I felt the hot press of his tongue against my skin and he gently sucked his lips over the tips of that digit. I had never wanted someone so badly in my life.