by Changelings
“Demons don’t protect Fairies either. Yet you are.” Her words were quiet. Had she been thinking of her response during their kiss?
“When ordered to, we protect Fairies.” The alternative had been war with the fey folk. Although the being killing Fairies every Christmas had not yet been identified, he was clearly a very old and powerful demon. Decimus sucked on Bitsy’s pointed chin, pushing away his concerns. The demon wouldn’t harm his Fairy. He’d protect her.
She threaded her fingers through his dark hair, spreading sparkles and light everywhere. “No one orders you to do anything, Dec.” She wiggled, driving his body crazy. “Someone, another demon, told me that only the young demons were ordered to help.”
Another demon told her. A wave of rage swept over him. He raised his head. “Did he touch you?”
She blinked up at him, her face blank. There was a long, painful silence and then she beamed. “Why? Would you care, Decimus?”
He clenched his giant fists, tempted to slam them through the plastered wall. “I would kill him. I’d rip his horns off his cursed head and ram them down his throat. No one touches you, Bits.” Decimus stepped away from her.
She hooked her feet around his bare ass, pulling him back to her. “No one would dare touch me.” She sat up, reaching out to stroke his hardening cock. He was powerless to resist her. “Everyone knows I belong to you.” She teased his cockhead with a soft fingertip, and his anger melted away. “There is no doubt about that. What people wonder about is…” She curled her fingers around his shaft. “Do you belong to me?”
What idiot would even question that? She held him in the palm of her pretty green hands. “You can play with my cock later, Bits.” He extracted himself from her loving grip. “I’m hungering for the main course.”
He had to be inside her. He had to claim her as his. He petted her pussy. It was hot and slick with his cum. He rubbed his thumb over her forest green clit. He would fill her to overflowing. She clasped onto his shoulders, her hips moving in sensuous circles. She would be so full of him, her pores would carry his scent.
“Eat your fill, demon.” Bitsy pushed her hips up. “I can feed all your big appetites.”
She was right. She could satisfy him. He cupped her ass in his hands, positioned his cock at her entrance, and rammed into her. The box skidded against the shelving. Bitsy cried out. He grinned, pumping her hard and fast. She wouldn’t complain about dissatisfaction with this round. He’d make her come so hard, she’d scream. Her pussy already vibrated around his cock.
He pounded into her, finding his groove. Once his punishing rhythm steadied, she joined him, flinging herself upward as he crashed down on her. They fucked like two primitive beings, his demon fighting to be released, her Fairy glimmering under the surface of her green skin. He held onto her slight shoulders, preventing the box from sliding. Her hands slipped down his back until her fingernails dug into his clenched ass cheeks. He grunted with the exertion of their coupling.
“Dec!” Bitsy’s jeweled eyes widened. She gulped air as though she were drowning. Her body shook against his, her silky skin rubbing against his hard muscles.
“Let go, Bits,” he coaxed. “I have you.” He bit her neck, giving her the slight pain she needed.
“Dec!” she screamed. Her slight form flew off the box into him. He caught her, holding her to him. As her pussy pulsed madly and they fell to the cardboard, he came for the second time that morning. His fulfillment drew another round of convulsions from his Christmas Fairy. She thrashed. He covered her, offering words of comfort. He had her. He would always have her.
Chapter Two
“I don’t know why I bother putting on panties.” Bitsy pulled up the bright red silk. The thong panties had I heart Demons written on them with silver rhinestones. That was Dec’s idea of a joke. “I’ll be removing them within seconds.” She had barely made it through her apartment’s front door before Dec had her flat on her back on the carpet.
“Either you wear the panties or you wear my cock, your choice.” Dec followed her into the bedroom. He was gloriously naked, seven feet of gorgeous muscular man. He was even larger when he shifted into demon form. He was larger all over. Her pussy contracted at the thought of straddling that monster.
His dark-eyed gaze moved to the mattress dominating the room. “I like the new bed,” he growled with approval.
“I thought you’d appreciate the added space.” It was the largest bed she could fit in her place. They’d broken the previous bed last Christmas.
“The bed at my house has even more space.” He tested the mattress with one big hand. It bent, of course. He was a demon. He was very, very strong. Her gaze dropped to his tight, tanned buttocks. “It also has red silk sheets. One could call them Christmassy.”
Her sheets were black silk, purchased with him in mind. “Tell me you love me, and we can break that bed too.” She wouldn’t be one of Dec’s casual fucks. She loved him too much for that.
Dec didn’t respond. She didn’t think he would. She deliberately stroked one of the wooden posts, drawing his attention. “These are here for when you’re naughty.” She patted the bedpost.
“I’m a demon.” His eyes glowed red, signaling his arousal. “I’m always naughty.”
He liked being tied up, did he? Her hunger for him spiked. She’d tie him up spread eagle, his body laid out for her perusal, and then she’d lick him all over from the soles of those big feet to the part in his jet black hair.
She glanced at the bedside alarm clock and sighed. That sexcapade wouldn’t happen tonight. It was already ten o’clock and judging from her in-box, she had hours of Christmas wishes to peruse. “That will have to wait, unfortunately. I have work to do.” She held up the pieces of parchment that had magically appeared during the day.
“Looks like more than last year.” Dec plumped some pillows, arranging them against the headboard, and sat down on the bed. “Come.” He patted the space between his legs. “Let’s get to work.”
He said it like they were a team, like they were a couple. Bitsy scrambled onto the bed and leaned back against his bare chest. He was aroused again, his engorged cock sliding between her ass cheeks, but he respected her time restrictions. He didn’t try to fuck her, and she appreciated that.
“It was a tough year with more people deserving to have their wishes granted.” She spread out the parchment. There were so many names. They’d be busy tomorrow.
He kissed her shoulder and picked up one piece. “Good must be winning.” Although he was a demon, Dec didn’t appear too upset about being on the losing side of the good versus evil battle. He cupped her chin, forcing her to look at him. “No matter how busy we are, you are to stay in physical contact with me at all times, understand?” Something more than passion glimmered in those dark eyes.
“Because you love me?” she asked, her heart filling with hope. Why would he worry if he didn’t care?
“Because I’ll look like a jackass if the bastard gets to you.” He nipped that hope in the bud. “And I’ll have no Christmas Fairy to fuck senseless on Sunday.” He brushed his lips over hers before releasing her.
She tried to concentrate on work, arranging the wishes according to type. She was assigned one specific city neighborhood. Limiting travel time made wish granting easier. “I was told that many of the demons only guard their Fairies on Christmas Day.”
“And are all those Fairies still fucking alive?” Dec growled. “The killer operates in different time zones, Bits. I’m not taking any risks.” He wrapped his right arm around her waist, his palm flat on her stomach, his fingers splayed under her breasts.
“Because you love me?” she tried again.
“Who the hell told you about those other demons?” He ignored her question. He slid his hands under her ass, lifting her. “If it is that same demon, I’m going to split his head wide open.” He pushed her panties to one side and lowered her until she was impaled on his hard cock. Bits felt some of his agitation ease fro
m him. “You shouldn’t be talking to other demons. If you have a question, you come to me.”
The question she truly wanted answered, Dec wouldn’t address. “Are you ever going to tell me you love me?” She tried a variation on it.
“Fuck, Bits, let it go. If you want sweet talking, you shouldn’t be fucking a demon.” He flopped back on the pillows. His cock remained inside her, anchoring them together. It was as though he wanted a connection to her, and he didn’t care if it was sexual or not.
Bitsy continued to sort the wishes. The pile of those looking for someone to love was the highest. She had someone to love. Many women would envy her for what she had.
“Look.” Dec put his arms around her once more, cradling her against his chest. “You’re my mate. I’ll always protect you. I’ll never cheat on you. I’ll take care of you financially. That’s the best I can do.”
She was his mate. Although there was no talk of feelings, it had the aura of love. “Will you stay with me forever?”
“Eternity is a long time, Bits, but considering I’ve lusted after you for a decade…”
“A decade?” She looked up. The killer started threatening the fey folk six years ago. Had Dec wanted her before that?
“It feels like longer,” he mumbled. He brushed his rough hands over her breasts. Her nipples tightened. “Are you done working? Because I really want to fuck you now.”
“You want to fuck me and only me.” He’d wanted her for a decade. She leaned forward, pushing the parchment paper out of harm’s way.
“Hell yeah.” He took that as consent, moving with her until she was on her hands and knees before him. “Why would I want to fuck anyone else?” He rocked into her pussy. “You’re tight and you sparkle and when you scream my name, I feel it right down to my cock.”
“Because I love you.” She pushed back against him. She would love enough for the both of them.
Dec kissed her neck. He covered her right breast with a big hand, rolling her nipple between his fingers. He placed his other hand over her mons, pressing the tip of his index finger over her clit. His cock rubbed against one side, his finger rubbed against the other. It was too much for her. She wiggled her ass but she couldn’t escape his touch. The pressure built and built until it was unbearable.
“Dec, please,” she pleaded for him to free her.
“Not yet, Bits.” He denied her orgasm. She wanted to shriek with frustration. “See how good we are together?” He rode her relentlessly, teasing her breasts, circling her clit. He was all around her but it wasn’t enough. “No one can fuck you like I do,” he insisted.
“No one,” she agreed. Tears streamed down her cheeks. She had to come. “No one but you, Dec. Please!” He knew what she wanted. Only her demon could give her the pain she needed.
“Yes, no one but me. Only I can give you this.” As he thrust, he pinched her nipple. The sharp tweak shattered her control.
“Dec!” She exploded in a rainbow of light, sparkles dusting across the bedroom. She bucked, her back smacking against his unmoving chest. He roared his release, shaking the bedside lamp and rattling the bedposts.
Chapter Three
“You should wear your wings more often.” Decimus admired the light glistening on Bitsy’s gold-tipped wings. They were both in their true shapes. She hovered twelve inches above the ground, shimmering more than usual. Even with her added inches, he towered over her, naked and red-skinned with his horns curling up to the sky.
“I like the demon too.” Her gaze skimmed over him, pausing at his huge cock. “A little too much. It is hard to concentrate on work.”
“Hard being the key word.” He grinned. In demon form, there was no hiding his attraction to her. Not that he wanted to hide it. Not unless that hiding was done inside her sweet, hot pussy.
“She’s having second thoughts.” Bitsy worried her bottom lip with her teeth. The mousy brunette woman they’d been following stood at the edge of the park. A line of people waiting for a hot Christmas meal weaved through the green space.
“Again.” Decimus stared at their target with disgust. The woman wasn’t having second thoughts. She’d had second thoughts an hour ago. This was more like fiftieth thoughts. Human females were indecisive. He squeezed Bitsy’s hand. He was fortunate to have a Fairy for a mate.
“I should talk to her.” Bitsy surged forward, pulling Decimus along. Her sweet mouth was flattened with determination.
By talk, she meant whisper in her ear. The woman couldn’t see them. They were concealed from human eyes. Bitsy explained that the humans thought her words were their conscience. That trickery amused Decimus. He liked that Fairies could be as devious as demons.
“Yes, let’s talk to her.” He had a few choice words to tell the sexually repressed do-gooder.
“I will talk to her.” Bitsy leveled a don’t-mess-with-me look at him. She hadn’t been pleased when the last couple he helped counsel fucked like wild things in the church parking lot.
“Fine,” he grumbled. The two humans ended up together, didn’t they? What was the big deal if they fucked sooner rather than later?
He waited impatiently as Bitsy did her job. Waiting was damn difficult. He wasn’t one to stand back and do nothing. He examined the colorless brunette. She was dressed like a nun, covered from head to toe in plain, practical clothing. He flicked his finger. The top button of her blouse bounced along the paved pathway.
“Dec.” Bitsy shook her green curls as the woman approached the front of the line.
“I didn’t say anything to her.” He kicked a loose stone. A thin man with a horrible goatee and round-lens glasses greeted the brunette. “Tell me that isn’t the man.” The artsy fool wore a vest.
“It is.” Bitsy stared at him as though he’d gone mad.
He wasn’t the crazy one. “He can’t protect her.” Decimus pointed out the obvious. “He can’t even protect himself. His arms are as thin as twigs.” He glowered. “And his eyes are defective. What kind of offspring will they have?” This love business was why the human race was going to hell. “Oh, no.” His mouth dropped. “Did you see that?” He flung his free hand in their direction. “He’s carrying her purse. What male carries his female’s purse?”
Bitsy’s fingers shook in his, and her emerald eyes sparkled. “I love you, Dec.”
Although he enjoyed hearing those words, he didn’t know what that had to do with anything. “Trust me, Bits, five years from now we’ll be granting their Christmas wish for a divorce.”
She hugged his waist, her wings fluttering. “Tell you what… we’ll check in three months and see how they’re doing.”
“All this is a waste of time,” he ranted. “I should be spending the day fucking the sparkles off of you rather than setting up doomed…” He stopped, his brain finally catching up to his ears. They’d check in three months? That was impossible. They only saw each other over Christmas. Unless… He grabbed Bitsy’s waist, raising her so she was eye-level. “I never told you I loved you.” When her nostrils flared, he knew he’d made a mistake. “Because I don’t,” he hastened to clarify. “Demons don’t love.”
“Of course they don’t.” She sighed, her shoulders slumping. “And since demons don’t love, requiring love from you, a demon, was foolish of me. I don’t need you to change, Dec. I love you the way you are.” She touched his cheek with gentle fingers. “I want to show you that love more than three days a year.”
He slid her to the ground, dazed by her capitulation. “You can have all three hundred and sixty-five days a year.” She could have everything. They’d wake up together. She’d sleep in his arms. He wouldn’t be alone ever again. “You won’t regret this, Bits.”
“I know.” She turned to watch the couple once more. The two humans talked about their families and their favorite causes and what they did to earn money. Decimus only half-listened to the boring banter. Bitsy was his, forever. He lifted her hand, kissing her knuckles. She loved him, demon and all.
Bits
y casually pulled out her list, acting like she hadn’t just shifted Decimus’s world. “We should move to the next person.”
“Shouldn’t we wait until they say the words?” His heart light, he teased his idealistic Christmas Fairy. “Your girl wants love.”
Bitsy rolled her emerald eyes. “They don’t have to say the words, Dec. Look at them. They’re in love.”
He did as she instructed, examining them with a critical eye. “She stares at the puny human male the same way you stare at me.” Decimus frowned. He didn’t like that. He was worthy of more love than that dishrag.
“And he stares at her like…” Her mouth dropped open. Her nostrils flared. She did that when she came to a conclusion.
Decimus suspected the conclusion she came to. He didn’t like it. “He gawks at her like an insipid idiot.” There was no way he ever had that daft expression on his face. “He should fuck her and be done with it.”
“You love me.”
Were they having this damn conversation again? Decimus couldn’t control his aggravation. He stomped off.
He had put three strides between them when she screamed. Decimus’s stomach clenched. He pivoted on his heels in time to see a dark form turn the corner, a brilliant green Christmas Fairy slung over one black shoulder. Decimus stormed after them, panic and rage warring inside of him. He couldn’t lose her. He wouldn’t survive her death.
“Decimus!” Bitsy screamed as she was flung against an oak tree. The black demon pinned her. His claws pierced her wings. He incanted an unfamiliar spell, the ancient words crude and rough. Magic swirled around them.
The death spell could not be completed. Decimus rushed at the Fairy killer, tackling him. They rolled in a clash of claws, horns, and razor-sharp tails. Pain ripped through Decimus’s shoulder. He twisted out of the Fairy killer’s reach.