Demon's Kiss

by Devereaux, V. J.

  Even more so once he entered the room.

  That hunger in his eyes was for her, not just for what he took from her, but for Gabriel herself.

  His brilliant eyes glowed when his gaze settled on her and her heartbeat accelerated just at the sight of him. Even as he entered the room he was shifting to his true form. It was an effort for her not to smile with relief, with pleasure, when she saw him. All she could think of was his mouth on hers, his body against hers as he feasted on her, devoured her, his huge cock buried deep inside her.

  The sight of Gabriel standing within the shimmer of the circles, looking so lovely in the dress he had conjured for her, her brilliant eyes shining, made Asmodeus’ heart lift. His relief was nearly unbearable as he fought the memories of the past—memories of those he had loved, left dead and dying. Mother, brother, sister, lover…

  She had showered. He could smell the clean scent of her skin from across the room.

  To see the joy in her eyes at his return, to watch her nipples as they hardened beneath the thin silk of the dress thrilled him. It took every ounce of control Asmodeus had not to pounce on her, his true mate, as soon as he entered the hall that was their cage.

  Baker gestured the gateway open and his men trained their guns on her. Templeton’s minion waited at the podium, ready to chant at the first sign of trouble from either of them as the men shackled Asmodeus once again. They were taking no chances. With his size, strength and speed they could not, dared not. He would tear them to pieces at the first opportunity and they knew it.

  Not that he cared so much about that at this moment.

  He wanted Gabriel.

  They watch us, Asmodeus thought, frustrated, or he would have taken her already, as soon as he was able to touch her. After so long without a mate he could not get enough of her, he needed more of her.

  He knew Templeton would not allow another smudge pot incident and he hated it.

  Gabriel stared at him, projected laughter and defiance to him. She was just so grateful he was back, and in one piece. She let him know that every inch of her body burned in response to his need.

  I don’t care. Let them watch, Asmodeus.

  Deliberately she reached out and stroked a hand slowly over his stiffening cock. It throbbed against her hand. Just her closeness had his cock swelling as his body tightened.

  They are in the shadows. I can’t see them. Can you? But I want to feel this inside me, Asmodeus. I want to feel you deep inside me. Fuck me. Let them hear me scream my pleasure. Feed from me. Savage me.

  Her boldness pleased him. Every word inflamed him, fired his need for her, his desire to take her. Seeing the challenge in her eyes, knowing her thoughts, Asmodeus smiled broadly…and pounced.

  Let them watch.

  His clawed hands hit her shoulders, drove her back onto the floor. As they fell, his hand swiftly cradled her head so she would not be hurt and his mouth fastened hard on hers. He devoured her, his tongue swept deep inside to tangle with hers.

  She kissed him back with as much fervor, as much ardor as he kissed her. They ravaged each other, salved pain and fed the need each had for the other. Her tongue danced with his as she nipped at his bottom lip.

  He grasped the front of the dress and ripped it open like paper to expose her body.

  Asmodeus pillaged her throat, nipped and nibbled to hear her gasp and moan as he made his way down that smooth, white column. He loved pleasuring her, loved making her blood burn, her body quake. With joy and pleasure, he let his tongue flutter over her collarbone to taste her skin.

  Need and hunger pounded through him. He craved her—the brightness of her.

  Body arching, Gabriel sought to give him everything he needed, to assuage the fierce hunger that she could sense raged inside him.

  His forked tongue flicked over her breastbone, danced teasingly between her swollen, aching breasts. Watching it was even more intoxicating. His tongue fluttered over her nipples, the flickering touch a delightful torment.

  Feed, Gabriel thought and laughed mentally. Debauch me, Asmodeus.

  He sucked and suckled, harder and harder, on her breasts as they swelled. He bit impatiently at her and she cried out. Her back bowed. His teeth scraped her nipples, trapped one between them as his hand closed around the other breast tightly to squeeze it.

  With a cry, she buried her fingers in his hair as he savaged her breasts with mouth and hands. Each hard pull of his mouth sent electric shocks of pleasure shooting through her.

  All thought fled.

  Let them watch. They won’t know what they see.

  His mouth moved to her other breast, sucked and bit until she writhed beneath him.

  Pleasure speared through her as the ache, the throbbing fullness of her breasts eased with each hard pull of his mouth. It was ecstasy. His tail curled around her, teased first at her clit, then her pussy and finally at the tight rosebud of her ass. It danced from one to the other tantalizingly and sent fluttering bursts of pleasure through her, making her ache.

  Lifting her in his arms so her legs were wrapped around his waist, Asmodeus looked at her flushed and smiling face and smiled in return.

  The spotlights made her white skin glow like pearls. Her breasts were full and firm, her areolas a rich rose. The scent of her filled him.

  Asmodeus was hungry for more. Much more. Each rush of Gabriel’s pleasure only increased his need to feed, made the taste of her richer. He remembered the effervescence of her and shivered in anticipation.

  Gabriel smiled back at him.

  All? He draped one of her legs over one of his shoulders as he raised her to mouth level. Her other leg went other over his other shoulder as he slid a hand up her back and held her in place then put her back against the wall.

  She smiled and groaned as his mouth found her clit. All.

  Asmodeus devoured her.

  Gabriel was a little startled at the ease with which he lifted her as the image in his mind sent a hot burst from her core to her drenched pussy.

  Each movement of his mouth wound the pleasure pooled inside her tighter. Then she realized that his tail now pressed against her ass. It was oddly exciting, tantalizingly erotic as it probed and played.

  No one had ever taken her there. Until now.

  It fluttered to the rhythm of Asmodeus’ mouth on her as his tongue lightly tormented the sensitive bud of her clit while she moaned helplessly. Ecstasy swirled through her.

  A groan escaped her, driven out of her as his tail entered her, slid up inside her—a slim, muscular invader, pushing its way into her as Asmodeus’ tongue did the same inside her pussy. Deep inside her, his forked tongue fluttered like butterfly wings as Asmodeus alternately sucked then licked. Her body tightened. Ecstasy poured from her core. She quivered helplessly, her hands locked in his hair as his hands slid higher up her back to support her.

  Her body arched as she surrendered to him. Her hands fell away while she shuddered with the pleasure that swelled and then burst within her.

  Gabriel’s essence poured out of her, eased Asmodeus’ wounded soul and filled the dark places inside him with light. He drank her pleasure, drawing in great draughts of her.

  He feasted, holding her easily as his tongue swirled around the soft, swollen nub of her clit, sucked on it as his tail drove deep. Lost in her, he drank her in, drowned himself in the taste of her, in the feel of her body as it quivered in his hands, vaguely aware of his tail pumping and thrusting inside her.

  Asmodeus.

  Hearing his name echo in her mind as ecstasy took her, all he could think of was her.

  Mine, truly and completely, Asmodeus thought as he drew in the essence of her.

  His tail slid deeper into her ass. She groaned again as Asmodeus let her drop down the length of his long, hard body, carefully letting each shapely leg down to wrap around his waist. The head of his cock pressed against her pussy as his tail continued to pleasure her ass, driving deeper.

  Asmodeus watched her eyelids flutter, her m
uscles quiver as the head of his cock pressed against her pussy, spread it, filled her. Her body shuddered with each inch of him she took.

  Ever so slowly, he impaled her as she slid down his shaft until he was buried deep inside her, the feel of it indescribable. Asmodeus was lost in the sensation.

  So big. There was so much of him. Gabriel was so full of Asmodeus. His tail stroked steadily inside her, driving inside her ass in delicious torment until she was nearly out of her mind with pleasure. Ecstasy built, swelled. His mouth was warm against her pounding pulse. The thought of his fangs piercing her as his cock did sent a rush of ecstasy through her.

  More. Please more.

  Everything? he asked.

  With a smile at the image he sent her, Gabriel nodded. If he wants to see, let him see.

  Lowering her to the floor, Asmodeus pulled out of her reluctantly, turned her and bent her over the foot of the bed, her hips against the thin mattress. She braced herself against it as he smoothed his hand over her back, over the firm tight globes of her perfect ass, covered only by the bedraggled remains of the thin silk dress.

  The head of his cock was huge, hard, as it twitched against her pussy.

  She wasn’t a big girl, barely five foot four. Asmodeus’ hardened cock, so red, almost a deep purple, had to look enormous in comparison as it slid inside her once again. As fair as she was, to those watching, against his deep red skin she must have looked the vision of a virgin sacrifice.

  Gabriel didn’t care.

  Pleasure built, swelled. Asmodeus’ mouth was warm against her pounding pulse. She was long past caring who watched as he tugged and pulled on her nipples, his cock plunging into her. It was sheer heaven.

  Ecstasy exploded, shot through her like a rocket, to drive another cry out of her.

  Catching a handful of her hair, Asmodeus fucked her hard and deep, kept her head pulled back as he fondled her breasts with his free hand while she writhed and moaned beneath him.

  He wrenched her head sideways and struck, his fangs going deep, to taste her pleasure.

  Closing his eyes, Asmodeus savored that first mouthful of her, that first gush, let the warm rich taste of her fill his mouth. The venom pumped into her as her lifeblood fountained out. He was intoxicated with her. She closed around him, her body going wild beneath him. The slick, internal muscles clenched, tightened as he fed on her.

  Asmodeus needed to come inside her, to bathe his Gabriel’s sweet pussy with his seed, to hear her call out her pleasure again as he did, to feel her milk him of every drop of cum. His hands locked on her hips and he dug his claws into her delicate skin as he drove his shaft into her in one swift hard thrust, going deep. He impaled her completely on his cock as she cried out, her back bowing sharply at the invasion.

  Fire scorched through Gabriel once again, raced through her veins. She arched as he pounded into her. Her blood was on fire, as if every inch of her skin was heated, scorched. Pleasure coursed through her with each draw of his mouth on her. Her body was stimulated into overdrive as he fed on her.

  His body went taut as he erupted inside her and his hot cum jetted into her. His hands tightened on her as he came with a roar.

  Beneath him Gabriel jolted, quivered wildly. Her vaginal walls closed around the cock inside her, worked him as he fondled her, tormented her. She came with a soft wail as another orgasm raced through her.

  And collapsed.

  Sprawled loosely over the end of the bed, she licked her dry lips, quivered and went limp.

  Apparently, it was enough for Templeton. The sense of his watching presence beyond the rings went away.

  Let Templeton top that, she thought dazedly to Asmodeus and smiled at him as she crawled up onto the bed to flop there, her muscles still jumping. Wow!

  Asmodeus smiled as he stretched out beside her. Wait, I’ve only begun.

  You’ll kill me, she said, grinning a little. But what a way to go.

  A thousand fantasies passed swiftly through Asmodeus’ mind but the thought of her dying was far too close to reality as long as they were both in this place. He shuddered. It struck him painfully—his heart twisted at the thought of losing her. There were too many memories, he had lost too much. He could not bear to think of losing another loved one.

  Of losing her.

  And he did love her. He had known from the first moment he touched her. She was his mate, his only mate.

  He remembered the deaths though, and the dying, too vividly. Remembered the bright splashes of blood.

  Gabriel sensed his emotions through the growing connection between them and tilted her head at him questioningly.

  What is it? Asmodeus, what’s wrong?

  Don’t speak of death, or dying, he said, wishing he could draw her even closer for his own comfort, his own reassurance. All he could allow was the flutter of his tail along her leg. Not for yourself.

  It would destroy him.

  The gesture was hidden between their bodies. Gabriel reached out to caress his chest lightly, her hand soft, comforting. He loved her touch, loved her hands on his body.

  “Tell me,” she said, softly.

  “As you know, the church has named and painted my people as demons, oftentimes in terms that spoke more of themselves than us. They hunted us and our kith, our kindred.”

  He took a breath, remembering.

  “All we wanted was a place of our own, on this plane,” he said as he rolled over on his back, drawing her with him.

  She rested her chin on the hand splayed over his chest. Her eyes were bright, intent on his as she listened.

  “This was our home. There is little on the other plane save mere existence, outside of the companionship of my brothers. It has its own kind of stark beauty, yes, but it lacks much.”

  He let his hand fall to brush his knuckles lightly along her ribs for the contact and the comfort of the touch.

  Even he could hear the pain in his voice as he spoke.

  “They came while we were hunting, while we were in the fields. They hunted us but mostly they hunted our women and children, those who could not flee with us to the other plane. Not all can. And we could not leave them.”

  Mother, sisters, friends…the children. His lover, though not a mate, still beloved. Many had died in those days before he could reach them. He had been little more than a boy, just coming into manhood.

  “Asmodeus, why do you want to die?”

  Could she read him so well, so soon? Asmodeus went still and turned his gaze to hers. Her blue eyes were brighter than usual, there was grief there in them and fear.

  It seemed she could.

  “As you know, Templeton knows about my brothers,” Asmodeus said. “He would have them trapped here too, to do his bidding. Imagine it—all the Daemonae subject to his will. All our power, all our magic. Not just one of us, but all. He has tried to break me to his will, to make me summon them, and continues to try when he has no other use for me. If he gains that power, all he will need is their names and the Book to hold them. Now he has another hostage in you.”

  He looked into her steady gaze. Her mouth tightened but she nodded, understanding what he meant.

  “If he does not succeed, then my brothers may do it for him,” he said. “Even now they sense my…distress…and sooner or later they will come to find out the truth. Or they’ll attempt a rescue. Ashtoreth… He was one of those the priests summoned with the Book in those early days.”

  Asmodeus remembered those terrible days, knew all too well some fraction of what Ash had suffered in those dark and terrible dungeons.

  “Templeton waits for it, has prepared for it. He has shown me the shackles that my brethren will wear. I will not see them in chains.”

  “We’ll find a way out first,” she said.

  “I have tried everything. So long as I wear these,” he held up the iron bracelets on his wrists and gestured at the shackle on his ankle, “I am bound here. Even without them, there is the Book, and its binding spells.”

 
; “Asmodeus,” Gabriel said, softly, frowning a little, “could you conjure up my gun and ID the way you did the firepots?”

  “I can,” he said, “all I need is the image I see in your head.” He looked out into the darkness, at the unseen watchers hidden there. “But not unseen.”

  “We’ll find a way, Asmodeus,” Gabriel said. “We’ll figure out something. Just promise you won’t do anything. Promise me. Don’t you speak of death, or dying either. Not for yourself. Please, Asmodeus.” Gently but firmly, as she turned on her side to look at him, Gabriel said, “Promise me, Asmodeus.”

  Asmodeus smiled a little as he brushed his fingers across her breast and the nipple tightened.

  “For you,” he said, knowing what she could not say.

  He had seen the fear in her eyes, the grief and the loss. She, too, had lost those she loved and feared the loss of him now as well.

  Lightly, he toyed with her nipple to distract her. His tail slid up between her thighs, wiggled entreatingly at the entrance to her core until she smothered a smile at the look in his eyes and parted them.

  “Demon of Lust?”

  “Hmmmm,” he murmured. “Insatiable.” And he was, for her.

  “Where and how do you bathe, by the way, with that on?” She gestured to the chain on his ankle.

  Suddenly water poured down and she was drenched with water as he conjured it up. Doused, Gabriel let out a shriek and then narrowed her eyes at him.

  “Like that,” he said, grinning. “Like the firepots.”

  In an instant they were dry and clean.

  “Very funny.”

  He smiled, propped his head on his hand and leaned forward to lick the droplets of water from her breasts, one by one.

  “You know, I could quite happily feast on these for some hours.”

  Giving him a look, she said, apparently puzzled, “It seems to me, my lord Daemon, that you haven’t claimed the one service many men seek most.”