Sweet Seduction

Sorry it took so long for me to update! Busy last few weeks, I suppose. Anyway, here's the next chapter!

BTW! Keep in mind that this first part is in Third Person so it's not Delilah narrarating.

Okay, read. :D

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Third Person POV

"No!" Delilah screamed as she pushed Prue out of the way, then fell onto the floor with a thud, the end of a knife sticking out of her stomach.

"Delilah, no!" Prue cried, leaning over the fallen girl, whose eyes had closed now, her chest barely moving up and down. "Please, god, no..." she whispered, grabbed the other woman's hands, tears falling down her cheeks. "Leo!" she screamed.

"You bastard!" Cole bellowed at the demon, who didn't look proud of itself at all. In fact, it looked deathly afraid.

Suddenly, a burst of red flame came over the demon, engulfing its body and, after it made an apologetic squeal, fell into a pile of ash. "What the hell?" Phoebe asked Cole.

"The Source. Something went wrong," Cole answered. "But right now, you need to call for Leo."

Both of the Charmed Ones called out Leo's name. When he arrived, Prue pulled Leo down to the floor. "Leo, please, heal her!" she said through her sobs.

"I don't know if I can, she's evil," Leo murmured as he kneeled beside Delilah's body.

"She's not--" Phoebe began.

"Just try!" Prue cried angrily.

Leo pulled out the knife easily, causing blood to trickle freely from the wound. He placed his hands over the injury and a golden light formed. A few blue-ish sparks spouted around the yellowish rays, causing Leo to groan and his hands to shake. Then the blood disappeared from Delilah's stomach, the wound now another scar on her frame.

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Delilah's POV

So dark... so dark...

Somehow my eyes opened to the light within the room I was in. A sore-feeling crept inside my stomach, like I'd just been punched roughly in the gut. I moaned and shifted in my position.

Then warm flesh touched my arms, a head laid on my chest, wetness trickled along my neck. The person's voice was whispering something in a grateful tone.

"Prue?" I asked meekly. I could barely hear my own voice.

"Yeah, sweetie, I'm here," she said and touched my black hair with her hand.

I looked at her and saw that she was crying. "Prue, what's wrong? What happened?" I mumbled as loudly as I could, though it sounded a little louder than a whisper.

She removed her body from mine and helped me up to my feet. She had to hold onto my waist to keep me standing sturdily. "A demon," she said, using her other hand to wipe her tears away, "nearly killed you."

Then I remembered: Prue and I in the kitchen, her kisses were so tender and welcoming; then Cole and Phoebe shimmered into the entrance, saying that bounty hunters were coming; then the demons appeared, and Cole killed one, while the other...

"Oh, my god," I breathed. "Am I dead?"

"No," Cole said quickly. "Leo healed you before you could be."

I gave him a questioning look and lifted up my shirt just enough to see where the athame had pierced me. Sure enough, the previously-opened wound was now a pink scar among the many others. "Wow," I gasped in awe and gazed up to Leo, "Thank you."

He half-smiled at me.

"I thought you couldn't heal--" Prue began, her hand still touching my side protectively.

"Well, I'm not supposed to. This was like how it was when I healed Cole after Piper slashed him the first time for his flesh, and Phoebe wanted me to heal him: the sparks and only a scar, not a fully-restored wound. It's because of her demon blood that I couldn't heal her all the way."

"At least she didn't send you flying when you healed her," Phoebe said to Leo while she smacked Cole playfully on the chest.

"You're okay, right?" Prue asked me with concern.

"Yeah, yeah, it's just a little sore," I remarked with a weak smile as I placed my hand over the cut.

She moved closer to me and pulled me into a sideways-hug, carefully placing her hand over my healed-wound and rubbing it through my shirt. I moaned into her neck and shut my eyes.

"Uh..." Leo said awkwardly and cleared his throat, causing Prue and me to seperate a little, then he turned to Cole, "Were the bounty hunters after you?"

Cole frowned and shrugged. "I'm not sure. They did shimmer in at the park where Phoebe and I were and were trying to take me out, but I think they wanted us to go back to the manor."

"It was all so weird," Phoebe conclusioned.

"Hmm..." Leo hummed curiously before saying, "I'll go to P3 and let Piper know what happened."

"Good idea!" Phoebe said gladly and added, "And you two should go out for dinner or something, too!" She wiggled her eyebrows to him, making him smile and look at her oddly before orbing out. "And Cole and I... we'll go have dinner, too."

"We will?" he asked mysteriously.

"Yes, we will," she said, giving him a peck on the lips. I saw her peer over to Prue and wink at her, and Prue grinned back and mouthed, 'Thank you.' The couple shimmered out, leaving Prue and me.

"Why do I get the feeling this was planned?" I asked interestedly to Prue, moving my hands to my hips, though I did it rather roughly and hit my damaged side. I cringed and whimpered loudly.

"Ohh!" Prue exclaimed with a frown; I eyed her bizarrely. "That sounded so sexy and painful at the same time, I didn't know what to do," she explained, the curve of her frown flipped into a tiny smile. "Forgive me?"

"Hmm, possibly," I whispered, massaging my waist.

"'Planned'?" Prue inquired sheepishly, "Not the whole demon-kills-you-and-I-cry-helplessly-part, no. But the Phoebe-gets-herself,-Leo,-and-Cole-out-of-here, yes."

"Then I'm not so upset," I replied, smirking.

Prue pulled me into another gentle hug. I inhaled her scent again, closing my eyes dreamily. "I thought I lost you for a second," Prue whispered into my hair.

"Hopefully you never will," I told her.

We held the sweet embrace for a while until Prue pulled away. She grasped my hand and led me into the kitchen. "Let's eat some cake!" she said chipperly and walked over to the counter where the dark brown treat was sitting.

I sat down timidly on one of the chairs near the table, wincing slightly. Prue gave me a worried look before sitting gracefully down beside me, a plate of cake in her hands. Smiling weakly, I assured her that I was okay. "Mmmm, that smells good," I said dreamfully, turning my gaze over to the cake.

She tore off a chunk of it and placed the bite into my mouth. As her finger moved away, I let my teeth run playfully along her flesh, causing her eyes to narrow flirtingly. I chewed the morsel slowly, teasing her with my soft moans of delight. I took my turn and removed a piece of the cake and placed it between her lips. "You're quite the treat-maker," she said after swallowing the bite, a pleased look on her gorgeous face.

Blushing faintly, I responded, "Thank you."

We finished off the slice of cake slowly and with tenderness. Every time we placed pieces into each other's mouths, it was so erotic and wonderful. By the time the plate was clean, Prue had leaned into me and captured my mouth with hers. I wrapped my arms around her, my hands upon her back and slipping up her shirt toward her bra clasp. I pulled away, briefly panting, and asked, "Could we... uh..."

"Slow down?" the eldest sister asked, wiping the edge of her lip with the tip of her finger, a smirk visible as she did so.

"No," I said with a small laugh, "Go upstairs?"

She grinned. "We sure could. But first, I have to ask you something. Come here." Prue pulled me along as we walked to the front door where a shopping bag was placed. "I decided to go to the store after work, and I found something and wondered what you would think," she said, reaching into the bag. "Now, before you say anything, we don't have to use it. At all. It was just an idea and if it makes you uncomfortable, or causes any memories to come, or--"

"Prue, honey, you're rambling," I said softly and giggled. She took a deep breath, and I replied, "Just show me."

The box was pink and within it stood an erect, pink dildo, looking not too long or thick, a nice shape. My eyes widened with interest. "We don't have to," she repeated quickly.

"No, I'd like to try it. Am I the one..." I didn't finish because I felt a little embarrassed saying the rest aloud. Instead, I used my power to finish: ...that will be fucked?

Prue jumped awkwardly again, like she had before, along with the dildo. Huffing, she rotorted, "That's not the right choice of words. You'll be the one who is... getting love made to... or something along those lines. Not 'fucked.'" She wagged a finger at me naughtily. Then she put it down and asked kindly, "Would you like to?"

I advanced closer to her, locking my hand with hers, and told her, "Only by you."

Smiling serenely, she said, "Okay," and we walked up to her room together.

I laid myself down on the bed and removed my clothes. Prue did the same, only leaving on her bra and underwear. She'd mastered putting on the harness for the fake-penis and was looking at it curiously. After I cleared my throat at her cuteness, she smiled and got onto the bed as well. She kissed me passionately on the mouth before immediately taking one of my sore, attention-needing nipples into her mouth. "Ohh, Prue," I moaned in bliss, arching my back so that my breast went further into her mouth. She flicked the pink nub with her tongue, then began biting it gently with her teeth. I hissed in pleasure as my hands clenched the sheets beneath me.

Her tongue trailed down my midsection to my wet crotch. Tenderly, she placed one of her fingers inside me and teasingly rotated it around my canal, rubbing my small clit with her thumb simaltaneously. I bit down on my lip hard, nearly drawing blood, but I was barely phased; the pleasure felt extraordinary.

Then she pulled her hand away and positioned herself between my legs. "Are you sure about this, Delilah?" she asked.

My hands unclasped themselves from the sheets and found her hands. Cradling them within mine, I nodded slowly.

She gave me a weary nod back then pushed slowly into me with her hips. I let out a shaky gasp and tightened my hold on her hands. "Okay?" she said cautiously, stopping the thrust.

Nodding quickly, I whispered, "Y-Yeah, keep going.. please."

The entire dildo slipped into me. My body tensed, being not used to the so-familiar feeling. Prue pulled out a little, then back into me before repeating the movement slowly and steadily. After each thrust, I became more and more relaxed, although my fingernails were nearly digging into Prue's skin. With each thrust, I moaned eagerly and Prue let out small, seductive-sounding grunts.

"It - mm - doesn't hurt, does it?" she questioned silkly as she continued to gradually thrust.

"N-No, it feels... unh, really goo-good!" I responded, moving my hips to meet her motion. She smirked and moved a little quicker. I moaned loudly to reassure her. "Prue... fast... faster..." I urged and whimpered.

Surprisingly, she did. Her thrusts increased and began to hit my pleasure point. Once she hit it, I let out a cry, causing her to come to a halt and stare at me worriedly. "I'm fine, really fine," I said quietly, panting heavily. "Please... more..."

Prue went back to the fast pace and kissed me deeply. I moaned into her mouth, my hips jerking off the bed. I pulled away and felt the orgasm building inside me like a fire. "Oh, oh! Prue!" I cried.

"Come, baby," she whispered huskily beside my cheek as she tenderly yet firmly pushed the object into me again.

With a scream, I came onto the pink dildo, barely able to breathe. Prue discarded the harness and wrapped me inside her strong arms. "I wasn't too rough on you, was I?" she asked with concern as she raked a hand through my hair.

Smiling, I replied after I regained composure, "Absolutely not. You were careful and loving... and awfully kind when I asked you to go faster."

"I figured you deserved whatever you wanted after being nearly killed today," she said, rubbing the scar along my side once more.

I rolled over to face her and smirked. "Well, you get nearly killed everyday," I cooed and kissed her lightly, "What would you like me to do for you?"

"Just stay with me and never leave," she said honestly, stroking my cheek.

My smirk faded as I thought about Jarrod, about my father, about my task... 'I don't want to leave... but...' I thought. I remembered his exact words from when he entered the kitchen earlier: 'Don't get any closer to her, though. You have a job to do, that's it.' 'But... I love her...'

Taking a sharp inhale, I tried to smile the best I could, and I rested my head beside hers, feeling absolutely terrible.

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Before I let you rate and review ;), I have to say that I did mention in the last chapter that I was only doing three more chapters, and after this one there would be two left, BUT I think I might add another chapter into there... In summary, there's either two more chapters.. or three more chapters. It depends on length and if I just want it to be over with and I'd REALLY like to know what you guys think! :D

Until next chapter. :)