Demon's Embrace

by Devereaux, V. J.

  “So,” Asmodeus asked, looking from one to the other, “what exactly does that mean?”

  Helplessly, Miri shrugged and said, “The Book will appear where it’s needed, in the hands of someone who needs it and it will summon the appropriate Daemonae. The right match for both.”

  For a moment, there was silence and then Gabriel asked, somewhat incredulously, “Are you telling us the Book has now become some kind of fairy Godfather, an otherworldly matchmaker?”

  A little wryly, Miri shrugged, grinned and said, “In a way, yes, pretty much.”

  “Oh, that’s funny,” Gabriel said, laughing.

  They all looked at each other.

  “Well, that will be interesting,” Asmodeus said.

  Chapter Twenty

  Above them on the other side of the glass of the central atrium the first true early winter storm raged. The sky was full of dark gray clouds, cold and blustery. The wind rattled the panes as a spattering of sleet tapped at them. Inside it was warm, the gas and charcoal braziers at each corner of the garden keeping everything toasty. Music, soft flutes, played from hidden speakers in the background lightly, evocatively.

  Ash had lowered a hammock from where he kept it bundled at the base of the atrium windows. Now it stretched below the glass so they could lie in it to watch the storm if they chose. He was only interested in the play of firelight on Miri’s fair skin as she trembled, as the muscles in her abdomen tightened while his fingers danced over her silken skin.

  “I do love playing with you,” he said.

  With a smile, his head propped on one elbow, he ran his fingers over her body, over her lush breasts. He teased lightly at first one nipple then the other as his tail fluttered at her clit, then at her pussy before wiggling a little at the tight little hole of her ass. Tied as she was, each wrist and ankle fastened with silken bonds to the four corners of the hammock, she was completely at his mercy.

  In the light of the fire she was ethereally beautiful, her flaming hair disheveled, her fair gold-dusted face flushed and lips swollen, her body nearly glowing as pleasure built inside her.

  “But Ash, it’s not fair,” Miri complained, as another layer of delight washed through her, built, grew and swelled. She strained against her restraints.

  “Who said life was fair?” he asked, plucking lightly at one nipple with his fingers as he nibbled and licked at the other. “Besides, you’ll distract me.”

  Curling a hand around her breast, Ash squeezed it so the creamy globe was full and round as he suckled at her nipple, drawing hard on it.

  Working his mouth hard on her nipple, he released her breast, freed his hand to slide between her thighs to her clit, capturing the little nub between his fingers. Tormenting her, he drove her higher than he knew anyone ever had before. She nearly sobbed with need, with desire.

  He teased that swollen bud lightly, tapped it so she bucked and she cried out. Her hips tried to lift, to shift, while her wrists and ankles strained against the silken bonds.

  Nuzzling her throat, he heard a sob of desire catch in it even as she turned her head to give him access. His fangs descended. He scraped them across her hammering pulse as she quivered.

  He fucked her with his tail as he flicked lightly at her clit.

  It was sweet torture. Miri thought she’d lose her mind. Her body was on fire, every inch heated, needy, aching. Her nipples were tightly furled, her breasts swollen. She moaned, her slit dampening as his tail speared up inside her, thrust inside her to work her g-spot until she quivered helplessly, nearly at the edge.

  “Please, Ash,” she begged.

  Every inch of her body seemed to glow white-hot, her breasts felt swollen and she ached. His tail inside her alternately switched and stroked until she quivered uncontrollably. Other muscles twitched to the dance and tease of his fingers on her. Her channel ached to feel more than his tail inside her, to feel his thick cock and his tail up her ass instead.

  She remembered the night he’d taken her in every way possible, in anger, passion and fear. She wanted to feel it this time with that same passion, that same deep love that had driven away the fear. But free of the fear this time.

  As much as she longed to have his thick cock inside her, she also yearned for that moment when his teeth would be poised at her throat as they were at that moment, sharp against her skin.

  Then they pierced her. Her pussy tightened as they penetrated, the pain sharp as his venom burst inside her, gushed hot through her bloodstream. The sharp feel of them piercing her, of his mouth closing over her, suckling, drawing on her, drinking deeply, pushed her over that last edge. There was the sweet incredible feeling of him as he sucked on her, drew on her. The moment when he savored the taste of her before he fed in earnest.

  Pleasure exploded through her.

  It was glorious, it was maddening, as Ash suckled at her throat in time with his cock and his tail, his arms locked around her as he fucked her. She was so full of him, her pussy stretched as he thrust inside her, his tail pushed deeper into her ass.

  He groaned with pleasure and the vibration against her throat made her shudder.

  Pleasure drowned thought, swelled within her until all she could feel was the heat, the glory of it.

  She came hot and hard with a sharp cry as his mouth worked her, drank her in, his tail wild inside her as his expert fingers played her clit so her orgasm seemed nearly endless, her body shuddering helplessly in his arms. His feeding seemed to draw her orgasm out forever.

  Ash felt her hands slide limply away from where they clenched at his shoulders, as she surrendered to what he gave her. Her body twitched with pleasure at each deep thrust, each swallow and he smiled against her throat. His own pleasure gathered, his cock swelled within her, so deliciously hard as her internal muscles tightened around him.

  He loved that she enjoyed it so much, to have him feed from her. He loved the feel of her pussy closing around him, her internal muscles working around his tail, fingers or cock as he buried his teeth in her slender throat.

  Her pleasure burst into his mouth in a great rush.

  “Please, fuck me,” she whispered.

  That was what he’d been waiting for.

  His tail pulled out of her as one hand curled around her head to hold it still so he could continue feeding. Then he rose over her, his thick cock poised at her pussy, his tail at her ass. Both penetrated her simultaneously to her cry of pleasure. Ash fucked her slowly, his thick cock slid in and out of her, her silken sheathe so tight around him. His tail mimicked his cock, thrusting in rhythm.

  He fucked her hard and deep, his mouth locked on her throat, his arms banded around her as he rammed his pulsing erection and tail into her.

  Surrendering control, he took her passionately, deeply. His cock plunged inside her as his tail worked her tight ass, the tightness delicious, her sweetness intoxicating.

  She came again, her body quivering and Ash closed his eyes in pleasure as he fed, his cock iron-hard inside her as her pussy muscles stroked. He drove hard into her, pounded, until his own pleasure took him like a rocket. His cum, his seed, jetted inside her as his body locked around hers, his hips hard against her as he pumped his hot fluid into her and her pussy muscles milked him of every last drop.

  With a quick jerk of the long cords that bound her, Ash freed her, rolled over onto his back so she was curled over him while one hand stroked his chest.

  In all his life, Ash had never felt so much at peace, so sated.

  A voice in his head – Asmodeus, annoyed – said, Ash, are you there?

  He’d been trying to communicate for some time. Ash had shut him out.

  Snuggling Miri closer, Ash said, out loud so she could hear. “I was busy.”

  Miri brushed her soft cheek against his shoulder and grinned.

  I can imagine, Asmodeus said, drily.

  “You should talk,” Ash responded.

  He’d listened to Asmodeus and Gabriel often enough. Not that he’d really minded.
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  It was more fun to have his own mate to play with though.

  Asmodeus cleared his throat. “Mal tells us Ba’al has disappeared.”

  Sleepily, Miri looked up at Ash, her sated expression not stopping her from playing idly with his cock. Ash loved that she did that.

  He smiled, though, and choked back a chuckle at Asmodeus’s words.

  “What’s up?” Miri asked, as she waved a hand. “Rain.”

  Obediently, warm water showered over them as she ran her hand lightly over him.

  “Ba’al just disappeared,” he said.

  She winced a little. “The Book?”

  “It seems so,” he said, chuckling a little.

  “Ba’al will be pissed,” she commented, shaking her head with a grin.

  Of all the Daemonae the Book might pick, no one had expected it to pick him.

  As Asmodeus had said, this promised to be interesting.

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  About the author

  Valerie Douglas is a prolific writer and a genre-crosser, much to the delight of her fans. A fan of authors from almost every genre from Isaac Asimov to Chelsea Quinn Yarbro, she writes classic fantasy, romance, suspense, and as V.J. Devereaux, erotic romance. Who knows what will pop up down the road!

  Happily married, she's companion to two dogs, four cats and an African clawed frog named Hopper who delights in tormenting the cats from his tank.

  You can find more information at www.valeriedouglasbooks.com

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