It would cause more damage for any demon including me to not quench my sexual thirst and often we would go feral if our needs weren’t met. Fuck or kill. It’s why you rarely saw any devoted relationships amongst demons. As soon as something shiny grabbed their eye and they wanted it, they would make sure they got it.
“Luke,” he whispered into my ear and drew part of my hair back. “My name is Luke.” He pressed his lips to mine, his hotness compressing against my coldness. He coiled his hands in my hair, our breathing heavy as his tongue fought for dominancy over mine. I growled into him and bit the bottom of his lip as he drew back. I looked down and could see his cock pressing against his jeans. My own stomach and urges pulsed with that hungry need. It was now sexual aggression and I had to pounce.
“We’re done here,” I said and began leading him through the crowed to the exit.
As soon as I opened the door to the lake house he flew me across the room with shattering force and pinned me against the wall. I allowed the forceful strength momentarily as his kiss trailed down my neck and onto my collarbone. I ripped his shirt apart and tiny buttons bounced across the room. I ravished his muscular chest and abs with my eyes. His shirt hung on either side of his wings. How they put shirts on I wasn’t yet sure, but I wasn’t in the mood to ask now. He kissed my neck harder, leaving a bruising mark. I pushed him back with force making him stumble and fall onto the couch. He seemed surprised by the force, but hardly interested as I straddled him. There was nothing sweet and innocent about this–nothing angelic. This was pure hot and adrenalin pumping sex. I undid the zip to his jeans and splayed my panties to the side–just kidding I wasn’t wearing any–and as his fingers lapped under my dress, his eyes sparkled as he realized.
I took the size of him in one painfully bliss swallow. He pounded me from beneath the bruising sure to arise in the morning from the sheer strength of him. I bounced hot and heavy, the nails of one of my demons coming out and clawing his back. The tendon in his neck strained by what I knew to be added pleasure. I licked the sweat on his neck raking my teeth which drew blood. Oh, how some part of me wanted to bite him. He went still and I arched an eyebrow at him.
“Oh honey, I’m not poisoning you or anything,” I purred. “If you’re not willing to play in the big leagues then you shouldn’t have made the suggestion.”
“Oh, I can keep up,” he growled, no longer creeped out but taking it as a challenge. He flipped me onto my fours and pushed the dress further up my waist. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back hard. My neck bent back so much that I thought any more force and I would find myself in a very deathly and compromising position and then he glided into me. I was wet and slick and ready for his size. Claw marks tore down the side of the lounge as I moaned in pleasure. I couldn’t help if I shifted at times, especially during sex. My tattoos glowed bright blue and before I knew it I had changed into one of my poisonous advisories and succubus form.
He paused again not sure. My skin was softer, like a creamy silken snake’s, but the claws, tail and fangs that often dripped with poison were all but soft and enduring.
“You can heal right, not overly affected by poison?” I asked and looked over my shoulder back at Luke, who I knew was definitely someone within the angel military from the branding on his chest. A small circular tattoo. It wasn’t large and told no story. The ones who had been there for hundreds if not thousands of years had stories in their tattoos. He was a new soldier, maybe a few hundred years old, but it meant he went through training and by military standard he should be able to withstand my poison. The perks I had previously found out with this particular demon was when I was aroused, that poison would mix with endorphins and his rock hardness would last for hours, as if I thought that it wouldn’t. “It won’t hurt you, it will bring you.... Pleasure,” I coaxed.
I rubbed my silken ass against his cock and he all but rolled his eyes at the feathery touch. I knew it would be hard to resist as I splayed so beautifully in front of him, even for an angel who might have righteous discipline. I flicked my tail back and forth as if devilishly. I trailed its tip slightly over his chest, it wasn’t much poison but it left a slight green scratch on him. He broke out in an instant sweat and I could see that for a sheer second he panicked until his rigid body relaxed and he grabbed his cock.
“Holy shit,” he said. “It’s painfully hard.” I looked over my shoulder and rolled over to him.
“My poison can give you the most pleasurable night you’ve ever had and it will be gone from your system in the morning.” I stroked one silken finger along his cock and he shuddered–a drop of precum forming. I smiled and licked only once. He grunted as he blew his load over my shoulder and onto my back.
Once his rigidness stopped, I took a slight bite on his inner thigh, my poison naturally secreting. Again, I knew he feared it but his dick shot right up. I smiled and knelt in front of him and wrapped my hand around his cock. He shuddered but his eyes were all but lustful.
“You will build a tolerance to it,” I promised. “And then you can please me,” I said running my hand down my stomach, enjoying the feel of my own silken flesh. I was humming to be touched and couldn’t help the small moan that left my lips.
He reacted and drew his own fingers below, thrusting into me. I closed my eyes, in pure bliss as he leaned me back and pumped into me. With only a few strokes for himself, he came again on my chest. I lavished in the feel of it moaning and looked up at him with the haze of my now red eyes.
He leaned over me and kissed me tightening his grip on my jaw. His fingers continued to pump me. This time he dragged his own lip against my fang. His dick thickened in size again.
“It’s so painfully hard,” he said grabbing himself again and pumping a few times in wonder. The sight was glorifying as his wings naturally spread out behind him and glowed a light orange. And I knew from research, it was an indication of an explicit and intense emotion. He rolled his eyes in the pleasure of his own feel. I stroked my silky hand against him again and he shuddered. His wide wings fluttering gently.
I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him into me etching for him to dip his cock in me again.
“Give me a night I will remember,” I purred. “Your tolerance will build and I can have you buried in me all night.” His cock was hot against the moistness of my silken flesh. “Fuck me in the clouds,” I purred imaging the sheer force of gravity.
“Aww baby got no wings?” he teased. “I won’t fuck you in the sky. That’s exclusive for our own kind.”
I raised my eyebrow. First, I’d heard of that. He chuckled and slammed hard into me, taking me by pleasurable surprise.
“But I do give consent. As long as whatever this is, is out of my system by morning, let’s fuck baby,” he smiled and leaned into me for a kiss as he thrust one more time.
“I thought you’d never ask,” I said with a smile and came undone in front of him. As long as he had given me consent, I could give in to the nature of this demon. And oh, how I wanted to ravish him. I flickered my tail back and forth before angling it and piercing it hard into his ass. He arched as I did, his size seeming to only enlarge into my now swollen lips. I shredded my claws into his back as his eyes rolled into the back of his head from the pleasure and sensitive touch he was experiencing.
He might’ve been an angel, but that’s got nothing on the pleasure of a demon woman all but liquefied with erotic poison.
Chapter Four- Vivian
The problem with sleeping was it left me vulnerable to the creatures that would prey on me at night. In this place, a very distant and dark reality, I could not fight, scream, or control the environment. All I could do was run. The world and experience were completely controlled by the entity which was imposed on me. All I could do was my best at escaping its clutches and not fall for the numerous ways that they would come to me. Was I terrified? Extremely, because every time was the matter of life and death. Was I strong enough?
Sometimes I dreamt normally, like
any other human. Little did anyone know that before I was turned into a Guardian I already had run-ins with these creatures of the night. Those attacks started when I was a teenager and entirely human. No one knew, not even Haymen, and I would keep that information hidden. The attacks increased when I reached adulthood but I was able to better identify it, prepare myself for the lethargic effect it would play on my body. It increased and it got worse. But I was able to handle it somehow until Haymen turned me and forced the contract upon me. Death would have been my better option. Now being a Guardian, I was the very host that those entities savagely struck and now I had to find a new way to handle it and disperse their interest in me.
Just like now, I was dreaming, rather standard and easy sleeping. But then there was a shift, like my dream had connected into a different channel on an old tv antenna. The dream went slightly distorted, or should I say, it felt like I went distorted. Sometimes instead of a new attack, I would relive memories of the old ones.
I was already running along the dark road which surrounded me with dim houses, the light posts flickered off as I ran past each of them. The man or creature behind me was laughing as he chased me with a slight limp that did nothing to affect his speed. I was no longer the sixteen-year-old girl who had first lived this but tears still welled in my eyes as I panicked. I could not fight them. I knew I couldn’t. I could not change into my demon forms and I knew that to linger, to try and oppose the entity of whomever it was, would only allow it to get closer to me.
I ran faster; my lungs heaving and shards spreading up from the chill in the air. My breath began to lock from exhaustion as I felt him getting closer and the odd niggle on my back, a brush with coldness that I feared was him catching up and his fingers reaching for me. I could not let him touch me! He would possess and take hold of my body. He would kill me from the inside and I feared not to face death but the uncertainty of what kind of afterlife or darkness it would spiral me into. These creatures were unholy and the touch of demonic spirit that not even I wanted to confront in the light of day.
I noticed an old warehouse which splayed lights on and ran for it. I knew I shouldn’t have. But it seemed like every other option around me had disappeared. He was leading me into there.
The bright lights of the warehouse which catered for a retail store speckled my sight for a second. I panted for only a moment before dashing between the shelving, forklifts, and jumping over crates. I looked behind me but couldn’t see him. My shoulder smashed into the corner of one of the crates throwing me off balance. I caught myself and instinctually clutched for my shoulder heaving. The hair on my arms rose as I circled around in the small shelving I was at. My breath was heavy and I willed it to stop. Please. He will hear me. A tear slid down my face. This was my sixteen-year-old self reliving the moment. Ready to wake and cry to my mother about a force against me that I could not explain. I knew what was to come but I still tried to change the fate of it. It didn’t make it any less terrifying.
I turned to run into the other direction when a splash of cold water hit me. It felt like shards over my already too cold body and I screamed from the pain. The chuckle from the chucky doll ran up my leg and across my shoulder with an open wire. I didn’t have time to react but only to scream. As soon as the wire touched my entire body I convulsed and hit the floor with the current of electricity that my body could never handle...
My body was convulsing as I woke despite the sleep paralysis I woke up with every time I had one of ‘those’ dreams. Tears slid down my eyes as I felt like I was that sixteen-year-old girl once again. I knew what would happen. It was the same as last time. Eventually, the convulsing stopped and I could move. Slowly but surely, I sat up to sit in my King-sized bed, the silky light blanket dropping to the floor with my movement. I wiped away the drool from my mouth and wrapped my arms around my legs. I sat in the dark unable to identify anything in my room. Luke had left hours before and I made certain of that. I never slept with another in the room. It was a vulnerability and a risk I wasn’t willing to take. No one else could know about the night terrors that haunted us.
I sighed heavily trying to balance my breathing. So much has changed since I first had that dream at sixteen. Now twenty-four, I no longer had my mother to cry to. She died when I was seventeen. She didn’t understand, didn’t want to. Saying that it was just a nightmare. But at least I had that companionship and someone to talk to instead of others who would say I was going crazy. In a twisted way I wondered if it was the reason why I was handpicked by Haymen to become a Guardian. Not that he ever said anything from that day and I couldn’t remember how I was turned. I just remember that it was against my will. I never dared ask the others if they had the same experiences in their human life too.
I touched the large silken marble on my bedside table that summoned Doc. I had to report this to the Shadow Mind Journals. The only thing I would keep to secrecy was that I was reliving the nightmare, I had to tell Doc that it was all anew. The Shadow Mind Journals was the recording and deciphering of those who reached out to us in our dreams. It was in hope that we could identify the entity and it could be tracked so then we could hunt them during the day. There were many secrets of the Guardians but no outsiders knew that this was our true purpose. To find those who Haymen considered his greatest threat, or so I presumed. I couldn’t imagine anyone going to all this trouble to find one species of demon unless threatened by it in some way.
I walked up the hallway from my bedroom and placed my hand on the marble panel of the door. It instantly slid open. The white room was bright in comparison to the darkness of the hall I had just walked through. It was the sector within our home that Doctor Tellith would appear at as soon as we summoned her. She was a witch that worked for Haymen and kept track of our stability and the physical toll that the dreams were taking on us. Not out of concern but as to whether we were close to being compromised. We were simply property in Haymen’s eyes and that thought was extended to those who worked for him. The attacks drained us physically more than any of us would admit and that was because while we were running and fighting for survival the entities were sucking the life out of us, hoping to drain us completely so they could take our bodies upon the next attack. It was still questionable as to whether the soul was sucked out and eaten or if the person remained and screamed beside their laughing possessor. It wasn’t something I was ready to find out.
“Those leaves fall into your hair, Doc?” I asked her as I looked at the colored feathers threaded through her black tangible hair. She arched an eyebrow not raising those wooden brown eyes from her task at hand. The room was surrounded by few white benches and she ushered me to sit back into the white leather chair.
“Were your poor manners a result of being dropped as an infant?” She asked as she pressed the needle into the vein of my arm. I smiled at her and her own were filled with the same lack of delight. My dark mahogany, almost black blood threaded through the tube, reminding me that I was far from human.
“I don’t know why we have to do blood tests each time,” I said in agitation. Despite my warrior like attitude, from human life to now, I still did not like needles.
“I told you last time. I will take a sample out each time to see if there’s any variance and besides, I need more from you than the others. We still haven’t identified the heritage of four of the demons who you’re contracted with,” she said.
“I didn’t contract them,” I said laying my head back and looking up to the bright light. “They came to me and for whatever reason that might’ve been they just have no appetite to appear in front of me yet.”
“But unlike the others you seem to be hazy on those who accepted and contracted with?” She said now taking the needle out. It was true. After the initial contract with Haymen, I was faced with demons who encouraged my growth and would aid me in my task as a Guardian. They were demons who had already died in their lifetime and were willing to resurface when I needed their strength. And yet unlike the others, I c
ompletely blacked out and awoke in this very house with tattoo markings that stretched out further than most.
“Oh, come on. It’s kind of like a surprise every time I turn, what’s in the box?!” I joked with her. She shook her head and as usual did not find it funny.
“You’re lucky so far that in most situations you have the descendant of a demon who can challenge the ones you are hunting. But I fear without this data one day you might be caught off guard and you might be seriously injured.” She labelled the clear bag which held my thick substance of blood and scribbled down in her diary a language which I couldn’t identify. Witch scribblings. The black ink shortly went invisible and I imagined only eligible for her eyes.
“I don’t fear fighting in the real world, Doc,” I said with much purpose. “It’s the demons when I sleep that will end me.” She looked up from her notepad with a grim expression and that was fact. That’s how more than seventy percent of our kind had died to date. And Tellith had been around for many years opposed to what her naturally youthful skin looked like.
“It’s necessary so we can find them. These entities are what truly challenge the treaty. On top of that, they are an immediate threat to Haymen and his empire. That is why you are contracted.” I knew not to argue with her or tell her how I truly felt about that statement. It wasn’t disclosed to us why they were such a threat to Haymen, but what I couldn’t voice to people was that contract to him wasn’t signed willingly by myself. All those that worked for Haymen would never speak ill of him. To do so would be death.
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