Demons are Forever

by Wynne Hayworth

  It wanted Buck. She wanted Buck. Everything that was Lian desired this man without hindrance.

  Her hips lifted into his face, a mute encouragement, a plea for more—more of what he was doing, more of his tongue, his lips—more of him. But if she had too much more, she’d come, explode against him, empty and wanting.

  She forced herself down a notch and moved. “Buck. It’s time.”

  With a last lingering kiss, she felt him nod between her thighs. “Yeah. I’m about ready for lift off myself.” He rose up as she slid back on the bed, her arms lifting to welcome him. “I don’t know how long I can last, Lian. I’m on a hair trigger here after what you did to me.”

  She grinned as he positioned his hips between her thighs and she felt the first touch of his cock against her pussy. “You and me both.”

  “God, I haven’t even suckled these either.” He leaned over and ringed a hard nipple with his tongue, then closed his lips around it and tugged, sending jagged and sharp bolts of delight all the way to her cunt.

  “Later.” She groaned and lifted her legs, bending her knees and pressing them against his hips. “I need you inside me, Buck. Now.” She gulped. “I can’t hold that door closed if we do this much longer.”

  It was the truth. Any more foreplay and her fragile mental control on her inner demon would shatter. She wanted this to be a wonderful but simple fuck, an orgasm she could experience as a woman beneath the hands of that one special man. No soaring into other places, no leaking psychic energy into Buck or experiencing his in return.

  He nodded. “Agreed. But damn, Lian. Even with the doors shut, this is pretty fucking amazing.”

  She was amazed he could still be coherent, since she had struggled to get words into complete sentences. And with the head of his cock now lingering between her pussy lips there was only one thing uppermost in her mind.

  She lifted her ankles, locked them behind his back—and pulled.

  Two gasps echoed through the silent bedroom as his cock slid all the way home into her wet and waiting cunt. She felt herself swelling to accept him, her inner channel expanding to fit him snugly.

  When he was fully seated, he paused and she felt an instant’s regret that this moment would end when he moved. He felt so right. So perfect. Just where he was. Closing her eyes she lifted her hips a tiny fraction, feeling his body graze her pussy where they were joined.

  It was—beyond delight.

  Buck grunted and withdrew, plunging back again, harder this time, making sure he collided with her aroused flesh, grinding himself a little against her and finding the places she knew would make her come in about two seconds flat if he kept that up.

  “Shit, Buck…” She panted, her body damp as she struggled to meet his moves, hold back her climax and tamp down on her succubus who was screaming for release. Pretty much the way the rest of her screamed.

  He hammered into her, his muscles tightly bunched, corded in his arms, with his eyes almost closed.

  “Lian…” Drops of sweat beaded his forehead and she guessed that he too was struggling to contain the energy that would engulf them if they allowed it admittance.

  His cock ravaged her cunt, pulling out then rushing back, driven by desire and a frantic need to fly off into orgasm. She met him every step of the way, her body arching off the bed as her spine shot lightning bolts into her cunt and his body abraded her clit with each stroke.

  Then it happened. She broke, her physical need overwhelming every other thought, shutting off every part of her brain except the one tuned to the spasms that began to ripple along the length of his cock.

  He cried out something unintelligible and forced himself as deep as he could go, exploding inside her, hot jets of his come washing her inner walls and driving her fully into orgasm.

  Lian sobbed out harsh breaths, whimpering as the exquisite sensations swamped her, knowing that inside her cunt Buck was feeling every single clenching ripple and responding with quivering bursts of his seed.

  Locked tightly together they rode out the waves of pleasure, bodies taut and trembling, limbs tense, spines stiff and lungs emptying with each new wave of completion.

  Her heart soared as she let her body roam free, trying to grasp each and every millisecond of this simple, complex and exquisite experience. Buck was on top of her, inside her, riding her and loving her, lingering inside her until the last of her tremors faded away to a glow of spent passion.

  A drop of sweat splashed onto her belly and she opened her eyes to see him staring at her, looking as dazed as she felt.

  “Jesus.” He blinked. “Jesus, Lian.”

  “Yeah.” Weakly she nodded. “Same here.”

  “I probably should move, huh?”

  “At some point, I suppose.” She sighed. “You getting uncomfortable?”

  He chuckled, his stomach moving with the indrawn breaths. “You’re kidding, right?”

  She could feel his cock, lying loosely inside her now as it softened. Experimentally she tightened her inner muscles. “I like you right where you are, but your shoulders are going to cramp soon.”

  Buck sighed. “I could stay like this for hours.” He shifted a little. “Sadly, my friend here has other ideas.” With a twist of his hips, he slid free of her body, their liquids easing his path. “And I’d only end up squashing you.”

  Lian winced a little as she stretched her cramped legs. “Pity though.”

  He tumbled beside her and pulled her into his arms. “We’ll do it again in a minute.”

  She chuckled. “Right.”

  “You don’t believe me?”

  “Of course I believe you.” She snorted and cuddled close, loving the fragrance that mingled around them—male, female, sex—a unique blend of scents that warmed her down to her toes. “I’m going to need more than a minute to catch my breath though.”

  “Okay.” He sighed a long satisfied breath.

  There was silence then, a comfortable sweaty sort of silence. He turned his head and glanced at her. “How much more than a minute?”

  Chapter Eight

  An hour later they were in Buck’s shower.

  He had dragged her from the rumpled bed, ignoring her groans. He’d set out towels, turned on the faucet and promptly lifted her into the tub, following her in and closing the shower doors behind him.

  Laughing and playing, they’d soaped each other, shampooed each other, rinsed each other off and done it all over again, luxuriating in the feel of slick skin and the passion rising once more between them.

  Buck paused from his self-assigned task of licking drops of water off her nipples. “You know, it occurs to me that I never even bothered to ask if you’d had your NB shots.”

  She huffed at him, her eyes closed against the streams of water from the shower. “Of course I have. You?”

  “Yep.” He returned to her breasts, secure in the knowledge that they weren’t making babies—the NB, or “No Baby” shots protected them both. It also eliminated any nasty sexually transmitted diseases. One generation and the world had been rendered free of that particular threat. Sometimes science had its uses, mused Buck as he nipped with his lips and tugged on one hardening bud.

  Lian’s hands roamed over him, her nails dragging over his butt, then slickly sliding along his cock and up over his groin to toy with his navel.

  The desire and heat were building once more. It seemed they couldn’t get enough of each other. Something Buck wasn’t about to quarrel with, and certainly not at this particular moment.

  He soaped his hands and slid them around her, tracing her spine down to her buttocks and into the cleft between them. He pressed inward a little, feeling her tiny shudder of surprise and excitement as he stroked her anal muscles. They softened beneath his touch and he slipped a finger past them, loving her indrawn breath of delight.

  “Yes?” He breathed the question against her breast.

  “Mmm.” Her hips moved a little. “Yes. With you? Yes.”

  A quick harsh shot
of desire darted down his cock and he eased back, turning Lian away from him. “Lean over, honey. Spread your legs wide for me.”

  He wasn’t sure if it was the shower water blinding him or the lust that billowed up from his balls, but he found himself blinking away a cloud that threatened to obscure his vision as she followed his directions, bending over and placing the palms of her hands on the shower wall.

  Her buttocks were white and round, her ass a work of art carved by the hand of a master. The dark cleft between gleamed with moisture and he reached once more for the soap, lathering her cheeks and making sure the slick foam was everywhere.

  Her moan urged him on as he soaped her anus and he reached lower, knowing he’d find the hot honey of her body coating his hand. He slid the liquid around, blending it with the lather, lubricating her, arousing her as much as he was arousing himself.

  Then he eased two fingers inside her. “God, you’re hot. And wet for me.”

  “Yes. Oh yes, Buck. God I’m so fucking turned on right now…”

  He withdrew his fingers and slicked her moisture over his cock. “I’ll go easy, honey.”

  “Don’t care.” She shook her head, scattering wet strands of hair around her shoulders. “I want this. We said every way there is between us, remember?”

  “I remember.”

  Buck moved to her body, gritting his teeth against a groan as his cock touched her anus and held there for a moment. He wanted her with him in this, and reached around her hips to her pussy. “I want this. I want you. But if you don’t like it, stop me, okay?”

  He found her swollen flesh, lips puffy and wet. Gently he stroked her, knowing now where her favorite places were, and how to arouse her fully.

  “Christ.” She pushed her ass toward him. “Hurry up, dammit.”

  Oh no. He wasn’t about to hurry this. Ignoring the shower, oblivious to everything but Lian’s ass, Buck carefully began to press inward, feeling her tense then relax and allow him entry.

  “Fuck, you’re so tight.” He gritted his teeth against the urge to plunge deeply inside her. He didn’t know if she’d done this before or not, and didn’t care to think about the implications. He just knew he wanted her to enjoy it as much as he was.

  And her shiver of pleasure as he invaded her darkness told him he was succeeding.

  “Oh my God. That feels—I can’t describe it—” Her words were almost a whisper as her fingers flexed against the shower wall.

  Buck’s senses flared, he seemed to be able to read every twitch of her body, every indrawn breath, using them to gauge how she responded, how she felt as she accepted him. And how she felt as he went more deeply into her.

  His fingers kept up their soft strumming on her clit and around his cock her inner muscles quivered. He was well in now, past the natural barriers of her body, filling her ass with his cock, clutched by a snug enveloping warmth that was different but incredibly arousing.

  Blinking away the water droplets, he eased back then pushed in once more, beginning a gentle rhythm of pleasure, loving the lingering clutch of her body as he withdrew and the slight resistance as he re-entered her.

  She was with him, settling her stance, moving with him, a counterpoint that welcomed him more deeply each time. Hot honey from her pussy soaked his hand, to wash away under the shower droplets then return in force as he delved between her pussy lips and stroked the entrance to her cunt.

  She began to tremble, her legs shifting, her body tightening—her skin moving in response to the ripples of her muscles just beneath.

  “Buck…don’t stop…”

  He couldn’t answer. He had no intention of stopping, but his entire focus was on this act, this invasion permitted by passion and strengthened by trust.

  His cock was rigid, each nerve ending alight to the strange friction and slide of lubrication. He burned, racked with the need to thrust, but ignoring it in favor of a slow sweet possession.

  “Now, Buck—Jesus Christ—now—”

  Her body was rigid, clamping down around his hand and his cock, poised on the brink of orgasm.

  He pressed in with his hand as he thrust forward with his hips, his cock seating itself inside her and beginning to pulse frantically as his balls throbbed and tightened against her hot flesh.

  She exploded around him on a shriek, her pussy convulsing around his fingers, her ass contracting sharply around his cock. It was enough to send him over the edge too, and he let go, erupting inside her, feeling his own come spurting and soaking them both in such unaccustomedly tight quarters.

  The sensation was unique, amazing and his mind blanked as he came, buried to the balls in the ass of the most unique woman he’d ever met.

  And at that moment, when both Lian and Buck were being nearly ripped apart by their orgasms, the doors to their inner psyches finally crashed open.

  ———

  Lian screamed. Or thought she did. She wasn’t sure.

  Reeling from an amazing orgasm and with Buck’s cock firmly in her ass, her succubus emerged full force, swamping her with fiery flames, dancing in the climax she shared with Buck and sending her thoughts soaring high above the two bodies in the shower.

  She could feel him, hard inside her. And yet she could feel herself, grasping his cock in tight rhythmic clasps. She could feel his balls pumping his seed and feel the thunder of his heartbeat as he orgasmed. And she grew stronger with each pulse.

  There was something else too. A clear stream of thought pierced the blaze of sexual fulfillment. She welcomed her enhanced energy, melded with it, absorbed it and watched their bodies writhing together, dappled with drops of water.

  Buck’s elemental energy was breaking free too, streaming toward her, eager to share the moment on another plane of existence.

  She expanded her senses, welcoming him, wrapping herself around him, loving him and sharing all that she felt, all that she was, with him.

  He was strong and secure this time, ready to meld with her, ready to become one as the passion between them exploded. She held no dangers for him, no threats. She simply was who she was. And Buck accepted her on every level.

  It was joyous in a way few others would understand.

  And when she allowed him to see the thought that had emerged from the passion they’d shared—Buck snapped back into himself.

  Lian followed, finding herself limp and sated and pounded by a stream of now-cooling shower water.

  “No.” He rinsed the moisture from their bodies and reached for the faucet.

  “What do you mean, no?” She blinked at him.

  “Here. Dry off and we’ll talk.” Sternly he handed her a towel. Not exactly the post-coital glow she’d been hoping for.

  “I don’t see there’s anything to talk about.” She vigorously rubbed her hair then wrapped the towel around her and stepped carefully out of the tub.

  He noticed her caution. “You okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

  She smiled and gently touched his cheek. “I’m fine, Buck. Better than fine. I’m exhausted, about as sexually fulfilled as any woman can get and still survive, and ready to nap for about a week.”

  The frown between his eyebrows eased and he leaned in to kiss her gently. “That’s good. I could go for a nap myself.” He led her into the bedroom, removed both their towels and settled them naked and curled into each other before he spoke again. “Your idea sucks though.” He pulled a quilt around their shoulders, tucking them both into a cocoon of down.

  “Does not.”

  “Does too.”

  “Oh that’s mature.” Lian sniffed.

  “Better than your half-assed notion.”

  “Got a better one?”

  A grunt was her only answer. She knew she was right. She knew that in one spectacular moment of physical release she’d stumbled across a way to stop their monstrous serial slayer.

  Now all she had to do was convince her sleepy lover.

  She settled her head more comfortably on his shoulder and was greeted
with a muffled snore. She sighed and closed her eyes. It was an argument that would have to wait until morning.

  And when the morning arrived, and the two of them stalked into the precinct, they were still arguing. Loudly too.

  “What the hell are you two yelling about?” The captain poked his head out of his office. “Get in here. Both of you. And quit that damned shrieking.”

  Lian strode right up to the captain, stared him in the eyes and huffed out an angry breath. “Your detective Shand is a fucking idiot.”

  The captain blinked at her. “Tell me something I don’t know.” He ignored Buck’s grunt. “He’s also a damned good cop. Now ease off the throttle, lady, and tell me if this has anything to do with our case.” He glanced at Buck then back at Lian. “Or if it’s something between you two I probably don’t want to know about, since we’re all supposed to have our minds on business here.”

  Lian bit back a hot retort and spun on her heel, pointing at Buck. “This oaf doesn’t know a good idea when it bites him in the ass.”

  “About the only thing she hasn’t done.”

  “What was that?” The captain narrowed his eyes at Buck’s low mumble.

  “Nothing, Cap. Just that the good doc here has this half-assed idea of how to set a trap for our killer.”

  “Really?” The captain turned back to Lian. “You do?”

  “It won’t work. It’s too risky. I’ve told her that over and over again.” Buck came up close behind her, too close for her temper.

  “You didn’t think.” She refused to look at him. If she did, she’d be lost all over again.

  “Sit down and shut up.” The captain snapped out the command, pointing at two seats in front of his desk and both of them subsided into their assigned chairs. “Better. Now. Dr. Herrick. You go first.” He held up a hand to halt Buck before his mouth was half open. “You’ll get your turn, Shand. Let the lady speak.”

  Carefully, Lian told the captain something of what she and Buck had learned the day before, omitting references to Karl and his magic technology as best she could, simply referring to his lab as a vague “database”. She sketched a verbal picture of what they concluded this creature might be. And when she reached the part about it being controlled, Buck finally interrupted.