by Jane Keeler
"I feel so different around you, I do," Dale told her.
She cradled his head in her hands and she leaned in to kiss him. She felt her nose touch his and her lips soon followed to touch his soft, pillowy lips.
Dale said, with a sigh of relief before he did, "You’re important to me, so it’s important to show you."
She nodded slightly and in humble agreement, touched his hand and kissed around his neck.
She said to him, "If only you knew how important you are to me, I would be complete." He began kissing her, too, and said between them, "You are important to me, and to every single person you have met. And every person they have met. Because you touch the hearts of the people you know and they are all the better for it. They go about their lives being better people because they could know you."
"I don't want to say you're wrong because that's actually quite nice. It may be the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me."
"I would expect a thousand and one different kindnesses given to you before me. If I'm going to be the first, I'm all the happier for it."
"You are?" she asked and he nodded. She said, "You are," before bending down to kiss him back. She kissed at his collarbone while he kissed her forehead, then she held his shoulder in one hand and moved down his rippling abs and the dents below his pecs and near the V above his waistline. He was well built and muscly throughout and her hands explored the grooves and ridges of his body. He laid back and she moved her hands up and down his abs and then moved back and began to unbuckle his pants. She slid them off of his body and left them in a heap on the floor. She took his erection out from his underwear and stared at it, lovingly and in awe.
"You have such a big one," she said.
"Never seen one this big?"
"It's otherworldly," she said.
"You're right about that," he said with a chuckle.
She bent down her head and started licking the shaft. She got enough of her spit on it to make it wet with it and put her lips around it.
"You don't have to do that," he said.
"I want to," Sasha replied.
"If you want to," he said and laid back.
She moved her mouth up and down on his dick, feeling the ridges and textures with her tongue. She wrapped her tongue around him as she moved up and down, making him groan in pleasure. She continued to move up and down on his shaft with her mouth, sometimes pushing her face all of the way down it and bobbing there, deep throating it.
"That feels..." he trailed off, then said, "incredible."
"Does it? I hope you like it," she said as she breathed heavily.
She went back down on him and licked and sucked his erection until she was ready. She had moistened up while she gave him head and was ready to slide onto his huge dick. She put her legs on either side of his hips and looked down, sitting on his dick as he entered her. She could feel the release of power inside of her, like glass shattering or a bulldozer going through bricks. It was like those things amplified inside of her, without the pain. She felt free and happy, ready to take on anything, including him.
She pumped up and down on top of him, feeling the way his body reacted to her by pushing back into her. She loved the feeling, the release. She loved the way she could feel him going into deeper and deeper places than she had ever felt someone go before.
She told him as much, saying, "I can feel you going to these places I've never felt anyone go to before. It feels... it feels-" she cut herself off by groaning and moaning, replacing her normal ones with those of aggressive sounds of turmoil and lust. She felt him going even further ad she sat on him deeper, bobbing up and down on him. She felt like she was getting off a thousand times more than she ever had.
She needed to see what was inside of her and lifted her hips up as she looked below her, seeing a dick bigger than one she had ever seen before.
"Is that normal?" she gasped, then realized he would probably be taken aback by this comment.
He was not and laughed, "Yes, it is. Once I get going, at least."
It was nearly double the size of any dick she had seen. She could tell that she hadn't been going all the way down on his shaft, even though it felt like she had swallowed a whole ten inches inside of her already. He had much more to give and she knew it.
"I want you to take me from behind," she told him in a husky voice. She turned around, facing her head away from him towards the gilded headboard of the bed and put her head down and butt up into the air. "Take me from behind," she told him.
"I feel like I have to do what you desire," he said and put his hands on either side of her butt. He opened her cheeks slightly with his hands and pushed his groin towards her. He entered her with a few inches and then pushed more inside. She gasped and he held her cheeks tightly with his hands. He could feel the immense pleasure of pushing into a woman and succumbed to the pleasure in a way he felt he never had done before. He felt entranced by her, by her body. There was something oddly wonderful about her, a glimmer that no woman he had met had ever had before. Something that made him woozy and feel drunk, though alcohol didn't affect demons like him.
He had always been able to get this big, larger than any large-sized human, and used his full effects on her. She didn't yield to the pleasure like most women, either, but stayed lucid and coherent. Most women couldn't take his full potential and leered from fitting it all inside of her, but the way she was pushing her butt and hips towards him made him know that she could take more than he had ever given.
He got off just watching her back, the slight divots of her spine and the dimples above her butt cheeks that made two lines. The color of her skin and of her hair, the small things like a few freckles on her shoulders and the tightness of her arm muscles. He noticed those small things and got off on even them, because he was intensely interested in her, every facet of her and every blemish or slight trait. It all meant so much to him. Thinking about them, he realized he could cum any second and pushed off the feeling until finally, he had to explode into her.
"I'm cumming," he whispered.
"But what about getting pregnaaah-" she could feel the load of jizz push into her and she gasped, then smiled and exhaled happily. "I hope I get pregnant if the baby will be yours," she said. "You promised to always be there."
Dale breathed out heavily and nodded, "I hope you do, too. I love you too much to never be without you. A baby would make that impossible."
"Don't you think it's soon to be saying things like that? I was sort of joking," she said, getting up to sit down.
"I've fallen for you, I need you. I am so much without you, but I surpass my own potential when I'm with you. Without you I would be so little. But there's something about you that makes me better. But there is something about you I can't quite decide on... something strange and special about you."
She moved over to him and kissed his neck, then his mouth, and then moved her tongue over to his ear.
"I love you, too," she whispered.
He wrapped an arm around her and with sheer power moved her gingerly so that she was laying on the bed. He spread her legs and opened them to put his lips over her clit. He sucked, then pushed it around with his tongue. She immediately grabbed his satin red bedsheets and threw her head back.
He rubbed her legs with his hands and lapped at her clit. He then slid his tongue against the folds of her vagina and opened them with his fingers to lick into them. He moved his fingers inside and twirled them around as his tongue did the same.
Dale moved his tongue back up to her clit and pushed and pulled on it for several moments while she whined and writhed in his bed. He could feel her muscles trembling and moved his hands to go up and down her twitching legs. He had her on the edge of orgasm for minutes while eating her out until she was screaming loudly and without hesitation.
He brought his head up and moved swiftly until he was atop her and his dick was entering without the aid of his hands. Dale let it slide in slowly on its own and watched as her vagina take the
entire length of his dick. He moved in and out of her slowly as she moaned again and watched the viscous fluid of his cum come back out of her and wrap around his shaft. He pushed into her deeply, then removed it almost fully and went in deeply again. He began to do it faster than he had been and faster, still. He moved his hands from either side of her to her shoulders and pushed her delicate body towards him and used leverage to move in and out of her.
He looked into her eyes as she looked back at his icy blue ones. She noticed the way his blonde hair flopped onto his face and the charismatic, charming face he had normally had become one tinted with more sexual prowess than professional, as she was used to. She got off just thinking about the change that had taken place in him, albeit subtle. She liked knowing she had stirred him from his hibernation. Now he was fully awake sexually and ready to take her on fully.
He began hitting a certain place within her with the head and shaft of his penis.
"Did you feel that?" he asked.
In a muffled voice between soft moans she said, "You were hitting my g-spot."
She groaned louder as his dick went even further, past what seemed like the entrance to her uterus. His otherworldly penis was unlike any other she had ever felt, with double the length and with a wider girth, too. She could feel the ridges and the way it had felt in her mouth, grooved and sexy, ready for her to swallow up.
She wanted to say that he was going further and further into her, to places she didn't even know could be touched, but she had begun to edge back onto an orgasm and was incapable of speech. She seemed to zone out, eyes glazed over and body limper than normal. She was able to only focus on the intense release of endorphins and whatever other chemicals were coming out of her brain as she climaxed.
"I feel like I want to come again into you," he said after several minutes of pushing into her perfect spot and pulling out of it, only to pound all the way back in again.
"I can cum, too," she managed to say.
He continued to pump, but with an added ferocity to it. He was fully engorged, pushing into her until she was gripping him tightly, moaning sporadically, and had her eyes glazed over, looking at nothing. She was fully orgasming, he could tell. His dick moved with a vigor unmatched in any human and was larger than that of any made her orgasm like this.
As liquid began to squirt out of her, onto his bed, staining it a deep maroon, he felt the implosion of cum that then exploded out of him, into her as she got wet, warm cum onto him.
He bent down and kissed her, then flopped over onto his back and breathed out, exhausted.
"That was amazing," she said. Unlike anything ever before."
They lay together a moment and he asked her, "You liked that as much as I did, right?"
"Even more so, I think," she replied.
"Oh, Sasha," he said, wrapping her in his arms.
There was something about holding her that he couldn't get enough of. They cuddled and he felt the intoxicating feeling of her warmth and the pleasure he got from her human body. A scheming demon like him rarely found the time to sleep with a woman, but when he did it was nice, a reprieve from work, but never like this.
"Oh, god..." she said. "Oh, god."
"What is it? Do you regret this?"
"In some ways, I do. I slept with my boss!" she groaned loudly.
"You did."
Sasha asked to nobody in particular, "What am I going to do?"
"Do? Nothing. Go on as normal."
"Can I really?"
"If you don't let it get to you, yes."
She laid back down after sitting up in confusion and he again wrapped around her. He adjusted her arms to hold him, too, and smiled, which was a rarity for a demon.
"I really like you," he said. As he said it, though, he remembered all of the lies he had told her over dinner. He hadn't really lost his family in a car accident. He didn't enjoy sports as a kid. He didn't do many of the things he told her, but he did feel something for her. He did want to be with her.
He thought against being with her many times as they fell asleep, trying to decide how she would fit into his life and if it was even possible for her to never find out. She would, especially if his plan was a success. He wanted to take over New York while his partners took over the other main cities of the major world powers. But while they were trundling along, he had set up a master scheme to connect all of them together. Only demons could do what he had planned. Before finally realizing his true feelings for her, he had been working tirelessly on it, but now all he wanted to do was fall in love. There was something sickening about it that made him hate himself.
He wondered what he had told her last night that he shouldn't have. He had told her that he wasn't at the accident when he had been and something else, but he couldn't remember. It could have been that he had spent time in Vermont taking care of the political scene there before he had come to New York, but really he had been given the task of destroying thousands of crops throughout the mid-west. It was a lie he had told many times as lies were told and a different man than him ran there and was mayor. The man had taken Dale's money, his name, and looked quite a lot like him. That way, Dale thought, nobody could know.
Nobody could know about a lot of his tasks. Here in New York he was going to impact the largest city in America.
His family had died at his hands years ago and, to get away with it and survive the severed arteries his father had slashed upon him in self defense, he summoned a demon to take his soul and replace it with that of a demon's. Not just any demon, Loki, the god of chaos was inside of him. The demon spirit was one with his and didn't command him, but was the driving force behind his actions. To cause the most mayhem, the most turmoil was his only plan. He fed off of it, needed it. While other Gods simply lived off of wine or gold, he lived off of bedlam. And he had been saving himself for the best most chaotic event this city had ever seen.
"I'll be Mayor later this a week," he told her as she fell asleep. "And then, all will be revealed."
"All will be..." she asked, sleepily stopping to yawn, "what?"
"Shhh, shh. It's okay, go back to sleep."
Sasha yawned again and nodded, "I'll cuddle into your chest like this." She pushed her head into the crevice between his arm and pecs and fell asleep quickly.
When she woke up, she was disoriented and confused and quickly went to his living room, then found him in his kitchen.
"Oh, hello."
"Hello," she replied, pushing her hand into her eyes to rub them and wake up more.
"How are you?"
"Sleepy, still."
"I wake up early, you go back to bed."
And she did, until he came in many minutes later and asked, "Do you want breakfast waiting for you when you wake up?"
"No," she said, then nodded and said, "Yes, yes. That would be the best."
"Then it is done," he said and left.
She laid in bed after that, slowly waking to the smells wafting from the kitchen. Dale emanated confidence and ease. There had been something charismatic about him all along, but now that she was seeing him open up to her, she started to see the more humanly aspects of him. Like the way he had professed his love and the cuddling he enjoyed. She had never been with a man so multi-faceted and she loved it.
She went into the kitchen to talk with him. They chatted as he cooked them up a meal and poured creamer into her coffee when she asked. They talked about many things, but especially the district that was a thorn in his side: district 13 of New York proper. Nobody there wanted to vote for him, going for another candidate that was polling close to Dale.
"You'll win for sure," she said.
"Not with them voting," he said as a shadow was cast throughout the kitchen by the clouds covering the sun outside. He went over to the windows to let more light in by drawing back the shades, but nothing helped.
He went back to cooking the eggs and asked, "What do you think I should do?"
"Make an appearance. Show up there and inspir
e hope by working with the people."
"Working with them?"
"Yeah, they're a market-based community. Work one of the booths and have people come over to you, ask questions, the works."
"That may be one of the best ideas that came out of my office in a month."
"Technically it didn't come out of the office," she said.
"Well, technically it came from somewhere and I can't really say the bedroom."
"Say it's your idea," she said.
The truth was, Dale knew he wouldn't win them over and had other plans to make sure he didn't need to go to her event and to make sure they didn't get a chance to vote.
They ate breakfast together and then he let her decide on a day trip. They went to the Metropolitan Museum and enjoyed the time they got together. He held her hand as she walked through the halls, enjoying mostly the classic paintings. She pointed out obscure artists and he nodded curtly each time with a smile.
She found herself falling for him as hard as he had fallen for her. He was everything she had wanted in a man. Strong, idyllic, emotional but just the right amount. He had billions, but that only mattered insomuch as knowing that they would never struggle or be at odds over money. No matter how he wanted to handle that, she would be open to it. That aside, she knew her family would like him. Her friends and family had already showed their support for city council and, now, they would probably show their support for him as her boyfriend.
It all seemed so magical and otherworldly to her. Swept off her feet by her boss and the heir to a fortune wasn't something that had happened to anybody that she knew. She was lucky and she treated it all like a fragile Christmas ornament that could break at any moment. There was something about him that she knew she had to keep.
The next Monday she found herself in his office more than ever. They just talked and gabbed with one another like old friends. She went on and on about her mother and the things she did and he remembered stories others had told him about theirs. He had to take a call and she walked around the room as he spoke on the phone. She looked through the photos on his wall and saw him with the biggest names in politics. He had made a lot of connections, but there was something missing about them. Something she couldn't put her finger on.