Demon’s Bargain

by Amanda Steiger

  “Yes,” she gasped. “Yes, please, yes!”

  His thumb covered her pulsing clit and pressed. Waves of pleasure rolled outward from that single point and through her whole body. Ella gasped and moaned. Her body strained against the ropes. Vaz withdrew his hand, and she went limp, panting. A soft whimper escaped her lips. She wriggled on the bed, her pussy soaked and throbbing with need. She looked up. His huge, dark form hovered over her, and there was a smile on his lips. “I told you that you would beg for my touch.”

  A flush crept into her cheeks as she tugged at her restraints. “Untie me.”

  “We are not finished yet. It has only begun.” He crawled onto the bed.

  Her eyes widened. “Vaz…”

  “Shhh.” He kissed her lips softly, then trailed kisses down her throat, over her collarbone, over the slope of her right breast. His mouth closed around one pebble-hard nipple and his hot tongue lapped the tight nub while he massaged her other breast with one hand, gently squeezing and kneading the soft flesh. The blunt head of his cock pressed against the opening of her pussy.

  Panic flashed through her. Gods, he was huge! How would that thing ever fit inside her? “Please,” she whispered, caught between fear and desperate need. Her breath came in small, rapid pants.

  “Do not be afraid.” Slowly, he pushed forward. She felt the head of his cock enter her. She bit her lower lip as another inch of him slid into her body. A tiny twinge of pain made her wince as her pussy stretched and blossomed open to accommodate the girth of his cock. She panted, balanced on the borderline between pleasure and pain, and remembered that she’d asked him not to take the pain away with his magic. He was respecting her wishes.

  At last, he sheathed himself up to his balls in her body. The head of his cock butted up against something inside her, and she gasped. Her hands clenched into fists. Vaz’s crimson eyes burned into hers as he pulled back, slowly, until only the head of his cock remained inside her… then he rocked forward. The hard, hot shaft pressed deep into the soft wetness between her thighs, filling her again. This time, the pain was dimmer, the pleasure more intense. A soft moan escaped from her throat as her body stretched open to receive him once again.

  “Gods,” Vaz whispered. He bowed his head, and his long hair brushed her full, aching breasts. His broad chest heaved. “So tight…” He pulled back again and thrust into her.

  She cried out, but not in pain. Her body arched upward to meet his thrust. His hips moved back and forth, a quickening rhythm. His cock pumped in and out of her, thrusting deep into her body.

  He growled, a deep, rumbling, animal sound. Waves of heat rolled through her. She felt climax approaching, like a great balloon of pleasure growing and swelling inside her. Vaz thrust into her again and the pleasure spiked. She screamed as she rode the wave of her orgasm. Stars burst across her vision and she flopped down to the bed, gasping for breath. For a moment, she almost lost consciousness. Her vision vanished in a wash of black as she lay, dazed, floating in bliss.

  Vaz thrust again, then again. At the last moment, he jerked out of her and came with a low grunt. Hot, sticky come splattered across her stomach and thighs. His huge, dark cock glistened with her juices. She stared at it. Gods. Had that massive thing really been inside her?

  He panted for breath as his erection faded. Vaz’s large hand caressed her face, then cupped one heaving breast. “You are drenched with sweat,” he said.

  “So are you.”

  He chuckled. “I think we could both use another bath.”

  Ella nodded, though she felt no urgency to get up. She felt strangely relaxed, her whole body limp and pliant, her mind enveloped in a warm, drowsy bliss. There was a pleasant ache in her pussy. She felt as though she could snuggle up and purr like a cat in a sunbeam. Could it be that she’d enjoyed herself?

  Vaz stood. Even at rest, his cock was huge. It lay curled, snake-like, against his thigh. He undid her restraints, and Ella sat up, rubbing her wrists, though they weren’t truly sore, just a bit stiff. She watched as he walked over to the dresser, filled a silver cup from a pitcher and carried the cup to the bedside. He handed it to her.

  She took a swig of cool, lemon-flavored water. “Thank you.” She couldn’t seem to meet his eyes, feeling oddly shy. “I was afraid you were going to leave me tied to that bed all night.”

  “Don’t think we are done yet.” He placed one long finger beneath her chin and tipped her face upward. He was smiling. “The night is not over -- far from it.”

  A chill raced up her spine. What else could he possibly have in store for her?

  Chapter Four

  The tub was already filled with fresh, steaming hot water. Rose petals floated on the surface. Vaz held her hand as she stepped into the tub and sank into the hot water with a sigh.

  Vaz’s huge, muscular body slid into the tub beside her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close. With one palm, he cupped her chin and lifted her face to his. He kissed her ravenously, devoured her lips, sucked and nibbled them until they were swollen and plump. One hand reached down to cup her ass. His huge cock pressed against her thigh. She felt it tighten, growing hard and hot again.

  His hand moved between her thighs and rubbed against her pussy. Two fingers slid inside her and stretched her open. She gasped as the hot water flowed into her body. Despite the heat of the bath, her nipples hardened to stiff, aching points. She clutched at his arms, panting as his large fingers moved inside her. She’d never felt anything like this. “I need to know,” she panted. “Vaz… please tell me, is this some demon magic?”

  He froze. “What?”

  “I need to know if what I feel is real, or if you’ve cast some spell on me. Please. The truth.”

  “I promised you I would not bewitch you.” She felt the vibrations of that deep voice in his chest. “It is not magic. But if it is easier for you to believe that, go ahead.” His voice had turned hard and cold.

  Her brow furrowed. “Vaz? What’s wrong?”

  He smiled, a thin, tight smile that didn’t reach his eyes. His fingers withdrew from her body. “You find it difficult to accept that my touch excites you. You think you should be repulsed. You are afraid of your own reaction to me, because of what I am.”

  She tensed and pulled away. “It has nothing to do with what you are.”

  His eyes darkened. “Really?”

  “Yes!”

  “Then why does your heart recoil from the idea that you are attracted to me?” His voice deepened and roughened, until he was almost growling. “Why do you accuse me of using magic to inflame your desires? It’s because I am a demon. You do not want to believe you could feel anything but disgust or horror toward a creature like me.”

  Ella clenched her fists. Tears welled in her eyes. “I’ve never slept with a man before tonight. I always thought I would give my virginity to my husband on our wedding night. I always thought sex meant something to me, yet now, I find myself burning for the touch of a stranger… a man I barely know, who demanded my body in exchange for saving the lives of my friends and family!”

  Vaz stared at her, his expression unreadable.

  She knew she should stop. She shouldn’t anger him, shouldn’t jeopardize the agreement she’d made. But she couldn’t stop. “You can read my mind, can’t you? So how is it that you don’t understand? I’d feel the same if you were human. You just want me to hate you for your nature, so you can confirm all your ideas about humankind. You’re so consumed with bitterness and anger, you’ve become just as prejudiced as the humans who cast you out.” She took a deep breath, fists still clenched at her sides.

  Now she had done it. Now he would throw her out, and her village would be destroyed by the dragon, its last hope gone, all because of one angry outburst. “I don’t hate you for being a demon,” she said quietly. “I don’t hate you at all.”

  “Yet you fear my power.”

  “Of course I do! I’d have to be mad not to. You can strip me of my secrets with a glance
, steal my willpower… and you seem to have no qualms about eavesdropping on my thoughts. If you don’t want me to be afraid of you, perhaps you should show a bit more respect and restraint.”

  “You dare to lecture me on how I should treat you, after your people drove me out of their village with torches and pitchforks, and threatened to burn me alive if I ever returned?”

  “We humans are not all the same. It’s wrong to treat us as if we were… just as it was wrong for them to cast you out because of your nature. Just as not all demons are evil, not all humans are ignorant and foolish.” She looked into his eyes. Her jaw tightened. “Do you hate me, because of what they did to you? Is that why you demanded I share your bed? So you could have one of your enemies at your mercy? Do you want me to feel defiled?”

  For a moment, he didn’t speak, just stared at her with those cold, unreadable eyes. Fear gripped her heart, but she stood her ground, chin lifted to meet his gaze.

  Then an icy smile spread across his face. “It would enrage them, would it not, to know that a demon has one of their women? Yes… I wanted to take your virginity as my revenge against them. But that is not the only reason. I asked you to come to my bed because the moment I laid eyes on you, I wanted to possess you. I wanted you at my mercy. Not for revenge, not for any other reason. I just wanted you for myself. Simple, animal desire.”

  She stared at him, her lips trembling. She wanted to slap the smile from his face. He’d used her shamelessly. How could she have believed for a moment that he was anything more than a heartless monster?

  And yet…

  His finger traced her lower lip. “I feel so many emotions in you right now. Rage, indignation, fear, desire, and…” His eyes narrowed. “Pity? Is that a trace of pity I see in your heart?”

  “You’re so filled with anger. With pain. You can’t see what it’s done to you. You’re so… so alone.”

  He stared at her for a long moment. Then he laughed, a deep, flowing laugh. The sound seemed to slide over her skin like dark velvet. A chill rippled through her. “You have no idea. You speak as if you know what I went through. You cannot know.” He was smiling, but his eyes were hard, flat, and empty. “They took something from me, something more precious than my life. When I lost that, I lost whatever traces of good remained in me. You are right. I am a twisted, depraved, heartless monster… because they made me one.”

  “No,” she said. A tear ran down her cheek. “You have a choice. There’s still good in you.”

  His eyes darkened. He stared at her for a long moment in silence. “Out of the tub.”

  She turned and stepped out of the tub. Cool air washed over her and she shivered. Vaz emerged from the water, huge and dripping. He flicked a hand, and a gust of wind whirled around her, drying her.

  “Return to the bedroom.”

  She sighed and nodded. Her heart thudded against her ribs.

  * * *

  How dare she? How dare she look at him with pity in those eyes, after what her people had done? She didn’t have the right. In some far off part of his mind, he knew the thought was irrational, and so was his anger toward her. But he didn’t care. His heart burned with rage. Dark memories welled up in him. He saw a woman laying motionless on the floor, her throat slashed, her eyes empty. Grief and rage ripped through his heart. He shoved the memory back into the depths of his mind.

  Vaz shut the bedroom door and turned to face her. She stood before him, delicate and pale, her hair so dark against her creamy skin, her liquid black eyes wide, fringed by those long, inky-black lashes. His eyes moved over her full, lush tits, her stiff pink nipples, her smooth, white thighs, the small, dark triangle of hair between them. Those downy curls couldn’t hide the shape of the plump lips beneath. His anger mingled with his lust and merged into a single, hot, tormenting flame, until he didn’t know where one feeling left off and the other began. He wanted to throw her onto the bed, to wrench her thighs apart and impale her tight little cunt with his cock. He wanted to fuck her mercilessly, to pound into her body until she cried out, releasing his anger and need into her.

  Ella squared her shoulders. “What now?”

  It took all his willpower, but gradually, Vaz forced himself to let go of the terrible rage. His muscles relaxed as the anger receded, calmed. It simmered in the back of his mind, no longer a consuming flame, but a dull ember.

  Her eyes watched him, large and wary.

  “I think we will need the restraints again,” he said.

  “Very well.” She tried to appear calm, but he could see her trembling, feel her anxiety. She lay down on the bed, on her back.

  “No. I want you facing the other way, this time. On your knees.”

  She hesitated, then rolled over and tucked her knees beneath her. He bound her wrists to the bedposts, forced her knees wide apart, hoisted her round, white bottom into the air and spread her thighs, leaving her pussy exposed.

  Vaz stepped back and stood, arms crossed over his chest. He listened to her rapid breathing. Then he stepped forward and reached between her legs. With one large, clawed finger, he traced the delicate furrow between her open thighs. She was fresh and clean from the bath. He found her clit and stroked it. She let out a small, soft moan. He bowed his head, until his breath stirred the fine, dark hair on her outer labia. His tongue delved into her and Ella gasped. He growled, deep in his throat, and pressed his mouth against her plump, hot pussy, hard enough to let her feel the sharp teeth behind his lips. She writhed against him, gasping, moaning. His thumb rubbed her clit as his mouth feasted on her wetness. His tongue pushed into her, flicked back and forth.

  He withdrew, brushed his thumbs along her outer lips, then pulled them wide open. Her pussy gaped, dark pink folds slick and glistening. Vaz thrust his tongue into her again, attacking her wet flesh with long, hard strokes as he thumbed the stiff, pink nub of her clit. He knew it was too much for her inexperienced body but he didn’t stop, didn’t let up. He savored each moan, each cry, held her on the edge between pleasure and pain. “Do you want me to fuck you?” he said, his voice a raspy whisper.

  She whimpered and shifted. “Please…”

  “Please what? Say it.”

  “Please, I…” Her voice trembled, caught in her throat. Ella moaned, a small, high pitched sound. Hot desire rushed to his cock. “I need you inside me.”

  Vaz plunged one thick finger into her tight, juicy core and felt her walls clench. He thrust his finger in and out, listening to her soft, needy little moans. She pushed back against him. He slid another finger into her wet pussy. His cock throbbed, stiff and aching with need. As he fucked her with his fingers, his gaze focused on the puckered, pink hole, nestled like a rosebud between the smooth, white cheeks of her ass. Vaz withdrew his hand, took a glass vial from the dresser, opened the vial and poured the thick, scented oil onto his fingers.

  “Vaz, what…”

  He spread the oil over her rim.

  “Oh! That’s cold!”

  “It’ll warm up in a moment.” He pressed a lubed finger against her asshole and felt the ring of muscle give way. She gasped. He felt her shock, felt her discomfort melt into pleasure. He pushed his finger a little deeper, burying it up to the first knuckle. His other hand squeezed her breast, tugged her stiff nipple, then moved between her thighs to palm her mound.

  “What are you doing?” she said, her voice soft and breathless.

  “I told you I would explore your body fully. I have not explored this yet.”

  “You mean…”

  “I will go slowly.”

  She looked over her shoulder. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips parted, her eyes wide. “I can’t do this, Vaz. This isn’t…”

  “Is not what?”

  “I… I just can’t.”

  “Tell me to stop, then.”

  Her tongue crept out to wet her lips. She wriggled. His finger was still lodged in her clenched hole, between her soft cheeks. “If I do, you won’t save my people.”

  “I made my promise
. I will keep it. Tell me to stop if you want me to stop. If my touch is so vile to you, I won’t force you to endure it any longer. If you truly despise me, all you have to do is say the word, and this will be over. I will let you go and still save your people. You will never have to look at me again. You feel the truth in my words. You know I will keep my promise. But don’t lie to yourself, or to me.” He stared into her wide eyes, his jaw clenched. His pulse thundered in his veins. “Do you want this?”

  She let out a tiny sound, half moan, half sob. She lowered her long lashes, hiding her eyes. “Yes,” she whispered.

  The word sent a jolt of heat to his cock. It strained upward, so hard and engorged it seemed he’d explode at any moment. He ached to plunge into her, but held back. “Look at me, Ella. I want to look into your soul.”

  She raised her eyes, and he stared into those black, shining pools. He let himself fall into them, like a swimmer plunging into a lake. Blackness surrounded him, enveloped him. “Open your mind to me. Open it.” He delivered the command with a flick of psychic power, like a velvet whip.

  Her mind blossomed open, and he slipped into the private darkness of her thoughts. With a deft, delicate mental touch, he soothed her fear, calmed her uncertainties.

  The muscles of her tight asshole relaxed around his finger. A tiny moan rose from her throat. She was breathing heavily. He rubbed his palm against her wet pussy as he pushed another finger into her ass.

  Ella’s pale skin was flushed, damp with sweat. She writhed, panting, as he carefully stretched her tight hole. He withdrew, poured fresh oil onto his fingers and spread it over his cock, then positioned himself over her.

  Vaz felt her body trembling beneath him as the head of his cock pressed between the soft, round globes of her ass. He reached around to grip one full, soft breast, felt the flesh bulge between his fingers as his dark, marble-hard cock slid between those smooth, white cheeks, into the hot glove of her body. She flared open, stretching as he pressed himself into her. Ella gasped and pushed back against him. He growled deep in his throat as he sheathed his cock in her. Her body gripped him tight. A shudder of pleasure ran through him. It was all he could do not to pound and pound into her until he came, but he forced himself to hold back, to move slowly as he pulled back and pressed into her again. His palm ground against her plump mound as he thrust his cock into her ass again and again. She whimpered and writhed against him, beneath him, her slender, pale form slick and glistening with sweat. “Vaz!” she cried. He pressed the heel of his hand harder against her clit. She squealed as a gush of wet heat announced her climax. He plunged into her one last time and came, releasing his seed into the hot depths of her body.