Hunting Lucy

by Elisa Leigh

  “- you tonight?”

  I grab her hips and bend down, so her feet are touching the floor and lift her off my shoulder. When she’s standing and steady, I stand upright, never taking my hands from her soft body. She turns around in my hold taking in her surroundings.

  “Where did you take us now?” She asks quirking her eyebrow and crossing her arms over her ample chest, waiting for my reply.

  I’m trying to gauge if she’s pissed or scared, but I can’t tell. I don’t know which one I’d rather deal with right now, probably neither. I always hate seeing her upset it always manages to kill a tiny part of me.

  “I’ve taken you back to my home.”

  “Your home? Like where you live?” She asks, looking around my kitchen with excitement and awe.

  “Yes.” I laugh, surprised by her reaction.

  “How did we get here? Is transporting your power?”

  “It’s just one of the many things I can do Angel.”

  She studies me silently and then continues to look around.

  “Do you mind if I explore? There’s no dungeon or torture chamber I might get trapped in, is there?” She laughs at her own comment. She’s about to take off out of the kitchen and give herself a tour without waiting for me to tell her it is okay.

  “Lucy, wait.” She stops in her tracks and looks over her shoulder at me. “Aren’t you mad at me?”

  “About what?” She asks, tilting her head to the side.

  “I just brought you here, without asking.”

  “Do you want me to be mad?” She turns around fully and asks.

  “Of course I don’t. That is the last thing I want. But why are you handling this so well?”

  She shrugs her shoulder. “I’m curious about you Balor. Why do you feel more important than anyone else in my life? Is it possible to know after only seconds that I’ve met the one person that will complete my world? What is it about you that makes me want to give you everything?” I don’t have the words she’s looking for because I’m still in shock, my mind reeling from what she just said. She turns and walks out of my kitchen, and I stand there frozen watching her leave.

  Walking around the corner, I watch Lucy turn into my library. I follow her and lean against the doorframe watching her explore the thousands of books I have around the room. “You have quite the collection Balor. This must have taken you a long time to collect.”

  “Not as long as you may be thinking. I only started collecting these when I got to town.”

  “Which was when?” She asks still perusing my selection.

  “The day you were born.”

  Her eyes snap to mine, and her hand falls from the shelf she was browsing. I enter the library and walk straight to her, pressing her up against the bookcase she’s standing near. “Why my birthday?” She whispers, searching my eyes.

  “That day, almost twenty years ago, is the day I was set free from the chains of my servitude. Something brought me here that day. I didn’t know then what it was. Not until I found you and knew my life was forever changed. I no longer served the Dark Lord, insteady lived and breathed to make you happy.”

  I spear my fingers through her hair her and pull, so her eyes are on mine. “Why me?”

  “I can’t answer that. I’ve been drawn to you since the day you were born, constantly watching over you in the background. I was there the day little David Walker pushed you off the swing, and you skinned your knee, but then stood up and marched up to him and pushed him down in front of his friends. I watched over you all those nights you promised your parents you were old enough to stay home alone so they could go out on dates, but when they left you bolted up every lock and jumped at every sound. I stood in the back the day you graduated, proud of the woman you have become.”

  “You watched me grow up? How is it that I never saw you?”

  “I cloaked myself, so you wouldn’t. I had no idea what you would someday mean to me, but I knew that I had to keep you protected. There was never a need for you to know me.”

  “It makes me sad that it has taken us this long to finally meet.”

  “Angel, it wasn’t the right time for our paths to cross. You were still growing into the woman you would become, and I was learning how to be a man. The kind of man that would know how to take care of you.” I tell her and caress her cheek. I stare down at her plump bottom lip and gently swipe my thumb across it. Her pink tongue darts out and licks the tip of my thumb making me groan.

  “Fuck Lucy, you can’t do that baby.”

  “Why?” She pushes, not knowing what she will unleash.

  I push my stiff cock against her soft belly. “Always asking so many questions. You’re going to wind up spread across this floor with that fucking dress pushed up your thighs.”

  She moans and rubs her hand over my dick. Even wearing jeans, I can feel her touch lay claim to my soul. “Do it, Balor.”

  I pull her into my arms and carry her down the hall and into my bedroom. Tossing her on the bed, she watches with wide eyes as I pull my t-shirt over my head and throw it to the ground. “You want me, Lucy? You will be the first and only woman to ever have me. Are you ready for that?”

  She crooks her finger beckoning me to her.

  “What do you need Lucy. Tell me, and it’s yours.”

  “Kiss me?”

  Stepping between her thighs, I hold her face in the palm of my hands and lean down placing soft kisses against her lips. I’m savoring every touch, but she grows impatient and wraps her ankles around my ass and pulls me closer, causing my dick to rub against her soaked panties. “You’re playing with fire Angel, one that will be hell to put out.” I kiss down her neck, sucking and nibbling.

  Lucy rubs her pussy against my dick and moans. “Let it burn Balor. I need you to devour me.”

  I’m like a madman, and I don’t know where this will end. I rip her dress down the middle and throw it behind me. “I hated that stupid fucking dress,” I mutter not giving a shit if she’s pissed that it’s now destroyed.

  Seven

  Lucy

  “Why aren’t you wearing a fucking bra?” He rasps, staring at my chest with hunger.

  “It didn’t go with the dress.” I stutter.

  “Damn, these tits are fucking perfect.” He pushes them together and pulls on the tips. I didn’t think my pussy could get even wetter, but when he twists my nipples between his fingers, I about come undone. I search for his belt and pull it loose. I’m about to undo his jeans when his tongue licks and finally sucks my nipple into his hot mouth.

  “That feels so good Balor. Don’t stop.” I moan. Getting his jeans unbuttoned I unzip them and stop short when my hand lands on his dick.

  Balor pulls back and looks up at my face. “What’s wrong?”

  “I’m a virgin Balor.”

  He smiles smugly. “I thought we already discussed this Lucy. I think that’s how you ended up in my house.”

  “You don’t understand. I’ve never had anything, at all inside me. How the heck do you think that’s going to fit?” I whisper like it’s some big secret.

  He drops to his knees, and I watch as he pulls my panties out from under me and down my thighs. “Scoot your pussy up to the edge baby. Let me have a taste of heaven, and I’ll show you exactly how I’m going to slide right on in your perfect virgin pussy.”

  When I don’t move fast enough, he grabs my hips roughly in his hands and pulls me to the edge of the bed then presses my thighs as far apart as they will go. I watch intently as his tongue traces up my inner thigh. My pussy begins to quiver in anticipation the closer he gets. “There hasn’t been anyone for me either Angel. You’re it for me.” Then he swipes his tongue from bottom to top and swirls his tongue around my clit. “You’re the sweetest goddamn thing I’ve ever had in my mouth Angel.” He groans and sucks on my clit while rubbing his thumbs against my lips. Balor lets my clit go with a pop and licks his lips clean, his eyes rolling in the back of his head.

  “Don’t you dare s
top Balor.” I hate how needy I sound, but I can’t help myself.

  Spreading my pussy lips open, he licks up my center while rubbing my clit in rhythmic circles. My hips arch off the bed, and I moan, pushing my pussy against his face, taking my pleasure from him. “I’m going to come, I’m going to come. God this feels so good,” I whine.

  Flattening his tongue against my pussy, he slowly licks up and sucks my pulsing clit into his mouth sucking hard. I convulse against his tongue, riding my orgasm out until I’m lying limp against the bed breathing heavily. Aftershocks of my orgasm are still hitting me when I feel Balor line the thick head of his cock up against my opening. I moan as he slides the underside of his cock through my wet lips and rubs over my clit and back again.

  “Scoot back Angel. Lay your head against the pillows.”

  “Take me now Balor. I need you inside me.”

  “You don’t know how badly I want to slide my dick inside this hot virgin pussy, but I need to watch your face when I do it. I need to see the moment you realize, that you know for goddamn sure that you have been claimed and no other man will ever fucking have you.”

  Pushing myself back with my hands and feet, I quickly lay against the pillows. The bed dips and Balor slides his hands up my legs from my ankles up over my knees, pressing my thighs apart. He leans over me, his elbow next to my head and his other hand at the base of my neck, his thumb tracing the pulse point there. “That right there between your thighs, Angel.” He says, nudging his thick cock against my opening. “That is the heaven that I’m praying to every night for the rest of my life.” He leans down and captures my lips in a long searing kiss, thrusting himself against me. Pulling back, he kisses down my neck, sucking and nibbling, and then back up over my jaw and to my mouth again.

  My heart is beating erratically in need. The way he words things with such finality sends my heart into overdrive. “You ready love?” He asks gruffly. I nod and feel him line himself up at my entrance once again. “I got you nice and wet for me, and I’m going to go slow. The last-” I lift my pussy, making him push inside me before he’s ready. It’s just the tip, but he feels infuckingcredible. “Fuck Angel.” He continues to push inside, agonizingly slow, just like he said he would. His cock is so thick I feel him everywhere, my walls adjusting to his size, stretching deliciously, with a slight pinch of pain. He stops when he gets to my virginity and looks down as if to ask if I’m sure.

  “I’m yours Balor. Make it true.”

  “You’re too fucking good for me Lucy, but I’m never giving you up.” He pulls back a couple inches then pushes back in breaking through my virginity and bottoming out. He grabs my hand in his and laces our fingers together while gripping my hip in his other hand. He pulls out and quickly pushes back in. He never slows or speeds up, just keeps up this maddeningly perfect rhythm that’s driving me insane.

  “I need more Balor, give me all of you.” I groan in frustration. He’s a demon for freaking sakes, I want to feel like he’s taking my soul. Something inside him snaps, and he starts pushing into me harder and harder, the headboard begins to rattle against the wall, and I’m pushed further up the bed.

  “You want me to take your soul love? Be prepared to take mine as well.” He lifts one of my legs up into the air, his pubic bone rubbing perfectly against my clit. “I’m not just going to take, I’m going to own it. You’re fucking mine, Lucy Quinn. Jesus, I’m not going to last. Your hot pussy is squeezing me tight. Baby, I’m about to come.” He moans letting my leg fall down around his hip, he slides into me at a punishing pace.

  “I’m right there Balor. I’m coming too.” I moan loudly as I surrender my body over to this life-altering moment. Seconds later Balor grabs both my hips and comes inside me, is hot cum filling me up.

  Balor lays against me, his body heaving, and sweat dripping from his brow to my chest. I wipe his forehead and clutch the side of his face in my palm. “That was amazing Balor.”

  He leans up and kisses me softly, the red haze of lust simmering as we recover from what has changed me for a lifetime. “That was everything Angel. I love you Lucy, so fucking much. Until the end of my very long life, I will love you.”

  “I love you too Balor.”

  Eight

  Balor

  It’s been a couple days since the night of the Halloween party. I woke Lucy up a few times that night and got lost in her body, wringing orgasm after orgasm out of her. It might be because I waited over a millennium to have sex, I think it has more to do with Lucy, but I can’t get enough of her. I feel like I could live inside her and never be fully satisfied.

  We’ve spent the last couple of days holed up in my home, our home, learning the ins and outs of each other. I’ve experienced Lucy her entire life, but having her like this is entirely different and new. I love hearing her tell me stories, things I already witnessed, but listening to it from her point of view is captivating. She’s asked me a million questions about my life before her, and I’ve given her snippets of things, but not any of the bad. My life before her wasn’t a good one and I don’t want her to know that part of me. I became a new person the day she was born, and I’ve come to respect humanity in a way I wasn’t able to before.

  I’m anxiously waiting to pick her up from work when I get a call from Mr. Hodges. “Balor, Lucy left a few minutes early.” That’s all he gets out before I’ve transported to his shop and I’m standing in front of him. “Jesus Christ Balor. You’re going to give an old man a heart attack.”

  “Where is she?”

  “I think she went to grab something from the bakery for dinner at her parents tonight. Anyway, I didn’t think anything of it until that fucker Jeremiah came in looking for her not two minutes ago. I sent him away, but I’ve got a bad feeling.”

  I’m at the baker in the next second, but Lucy isn’t there. I walk out the door scanning the area for her. Since the night we made love I’ve been able to hear her thoughts as well as sense her like everyone else. It takes a few moments, but I lock in on her.

  Her heart is beating rapidly, and I can tell she’s running. I should have just waited for Balor, and we could have gone when he got there. Mother fluffer, how am I going to outrun this jerk?

  Realizing where she’s at I get there just in time to pull the fuck off of her. “Get your fucking hands away from her.” I roar, flinging him against the brick wall of the alley. The sound of his bones crunching does nothing to cool the heat running through my veins. He falls to the ground but is up instantly, a cocky smile plastered across his now very familiar face. “Balor, it’s good to see you again. It’s been too long, brother.”

  “I didn’t call you a brother then, and I definitely don’t consider you one now, Fallon,” I tell a man who has served the Dark Lord almost as long as I did. We circle each other, and I’m careful to keep him furthest away from Lucy.

  “He wants you back, has since the day you left.”

  “If he wanted me so bad why didn’t he come for me himself?”

  “You know him, he’s got Hell to run. He’s not going to track your deserting ass down. He’ll make us do the dirty work.”

  “Careful Fallon, your horns are showing. There’s something you’re not telling me. What else is it?”

  “Someone cloaked you. He wasn’t able to find you. For the first couple of years, he had us searching for you all over this fucking world. Who would have fucking thought you would be in some small hick town in New York? Imagine his surprise when I bring you back to him.”

  “Not fucking happening,” I growl. “How’d you find me?”

  “I was here on assignment with someone else when I ran into your pet, which led me to you. I wasn’t sure why she was so special to you, but I became more curious. I tried getting to know the bitch, but that didn’t fucking work!” He screams the last part and the dumpster in the alley slams across the brick wall.

  “Stop throwing a temper tantrum Fallon, you’re too old for that.”

  “We’re leaving. Let’s g
o, I’m tired of this fucking town.” He sneers.

  “What makes you think I’ll go anywhere with you?”

  “I’ll call him. What do you think he’ll do with her?” He asks looking at Lucy, who is huddled against the building watching this all unfold.

  I swear, knowing whatever happens this isn’t going to end well. I’ve vowed to protect her, even if it’s from me. I walk over to her. “Lucy, you need to go home.”

  She shakes her head back and forth. “No! You can’t go with him Balor. You can’t! If you go, I’ll never see you again.” A fat tear falls down her cheek, and I wipe it away. Leaving her will be the hardest thing I’ll ever have to do, but I’ll do it if she can survive this.

  “I love you, Lucy,” I say holding her tight to my body. I kiss her lips and then the top of her head.

  “We are not a story in time Balor, we are a lifetime!” She cries beating my chest.

  I step back and turn to walk away toward where Fallon, the fuck, is standing and grinning evilly. “Don’t you dare walk away from me Balor!” She screams at my back. I refuse to look back, unable to see her tear stained cheeks. I only hope I left a piece of me with her to keep. She told me all about how she wanted to have a large family. With any luck, I gave her a son.

  We’re about to turn down the street when Mr. Hodges turns the corner and starts walking purposefully in my direction. What the fuck is he doing here? He pulls a long sword from out of nowhere and charges at us, sword at the ready. It’s platinum base, and blade are shimmering and has an almost ethereal look to it. I can’t believe what I am seeing, he’s holding an angel’s sword. The swords are extremely rare, even for an angel to come by. I stop and admire the angel weapon that God only blessed the chosen ones with. Fallon notices it a few seconds after me, stopping short to stare. Mr. Hodge moves quicker than I would have imagined he could and stabs Fallon through the heart, and he turns into a pile of ash.

  He looks at me, and I hang my head in shame, knowing it’s his duty to eradicate demons from this earth. “Wait!” Lucy screams, coming up from behind and stands in front of me. “Mr. Hodges you can’t. He’s not one of them anymore. You don’t have to kill him.”