How to Love a Blue Demon

by Story, Sherrod

  “Do you have another one?” Lani asked anxiously. “I want the side part, and that flower is for the pink and blue dress.”

  Paulie flung himself into a chair and covered his face with both hands. “No.”

  Eyoen winced. The man actually sounded like he might cry, and his words sent Lani into a rage.

  “Are you fucking kidding me? We talked about this! I worked out every fucking detail with you, every piece of fabric, every shoe, every jewel and you bring one fucking flower?”

  “The other ones fucking wilted! My power went out in the middle of the night. This was the only one that survived because I had it in the bar fridge.”

  Everyone turned to look at Niomi, who shook her head sorrowfully. “Can’t use it, kids. It’s gonna look burnt on film.”

  “You,” Paulie pointed at a red faced Patty. “Are a hack.”

  A furious debate began as solutions were thrown out and either rejected outright or bantered back and forth before they were rejected. Meanwhile, Cass continued to eat grapes and watch wide eyed, as another girl painted her finger nails.

  “Stop eating!” Lani hissed at one point, and Cass just rolled her eyes, but Eyoen noticed that she turned away from the grape the nameless girl held before her mouth; her fingernails were drying in some kind of small blue light box, one for each hand. The polish girl was working on her toe nails now.

  “I ain’t ate since breakfast,” Cass commented.

  “I don’t give a shit,” Lani snarled. “You ain’t havin’ no belly in my clothes!”

  Lee watched as several assistants were ordered out to the garden to scout for likely floral replacements.

  “Don’t fuck anything up though,” Niomi told them. “Pick blooms from the middle so I don’t have any holes or broken stems in my shots. And try not to lean too heavily on anything.”

  Three heads nodded grimly and took off at a run, Paulie cursing behind them.

  “We may as well get the close ups down while they’re gone,” Niomi said, and got to work. “Call Paulie back in. If we get her hair without his approval he’ll scream the place down.”

  Eyoen hadn’t had this much fun in ages. Everyone was engrossed in their respective jobs, few of which he’d seen before. The equipment was fascinating: Lights and screens and cords snaking every which way. There was a large rack of clothes, another for shoes, and a small table was filled with makeup and accessories and other fashion bric-a-brac.

  He also indulged in some serious fantasizing as Cass worked. In the garden he imagined swinging on the swing there with her in his lap. The ethereal pink and blue dress with its one shoulder strap would lose the battle with gravity and bare her large breasts to his eyes and mouth as he fucked her to the rhythm of the swaying toy.

  In the library he imagined one of her long brown legs thrown up over the back of a curvy antique couch, her foot and about four inches of ankle and calf visible. Only the sounds she’d make and the motion of those plump painted toes would give away what they were doing.

  He must have telegraphed the image to Niomi because she took several snaps of Cass’ foot in exactly that position.

  In other shots Cass stood on a ladder reaching for a book on a top shelf. Then Niomi snapped her tossing the book to the ground and leaping down after it. She leaned over a desk reading it, one hip cocked to emphasize her small waist, her ass and a long length of leg exquisitely outlined. In the next few frames she very calmly ripped the book in half and stuffed a folded page down the front of her bra.

  He stood with a chair in front of his groin during the bed portion of the shoot. Cass stripped completely to sprawl in the middle of cream silk sheets that Lani and Niomi painstakingly arranged to tangle around various parts of her body, while leaving most of her free. There were shots of her entire back and one lean leg as she lay on her front or on her side, others of the sheet clinging precariously to her breasts as she laughed against the headboard, one leg raised and bent at a dainty knee.

  His favorite pose was her on her belly. She leaned on one hand and flipped through a guitar magazine, one leg wagging idly. The shadow between the curves of her breasts was tantalizing. He swore he fell in love with her all over again as she sat at a vanity in a beautiful gown and stared into the mirror, unsmiling, the most arresting expression on her face.

  Nearly three hours later Niomi said they were done downstairs. “All that’s left is the tub and kitchen, but I wanted to do that last since we can use artificial light.”

  The red-haired camera assistant handed over a bottle of bath bubbles and Niomi scrutinized the label before she nodded and handed it back.

  “Run it hot, I want her dewy,” Patty ordered.

  “Turn up the heat,” Niomi countered. “Hot water will ruin her makeup faster.”

  Lani stepped forward, and she and her assistant stripped Cass down to her thong and changed her jewelry.

  Eyoen no longer bristled when a male wandered in or out. Though he did give one the stink eye when he lingered to stare at Cass’s impressive back view after delivering a white guitar. The young man scuttled out hurriedly.

  Niomi chuckled, and he grinned at her and winked. But the moment passed, and then it was back to work.

  When her lips were slicked a deep red, a rogue false eyelash righted and every stray hair subdued, Niomi stepped forward, judged the bubbles were thick and fluffy and high enough, and Cass stepped carefully in and began to pose. One leg poked through the suds, her head thrown back resting on the rim of the tub, utterly relaxed with eyes closed and a sexy little grin on her lips. Another shot showed bubbles clinging precariously to her lush breasts while she blew a hand full of them into the air. Another featured a soapy sponge and the lovely lines of her creamy back. His favorite one of this sequence brought in the white guitar. Cass sat on the edge of the tub, bubbles sliding down her limbs with the guitar in front of her and nothing else. She was unbearably lovely as she concentrated on the instrument, uncaring of her nakedness.

  “Lani,” Niomi whispered.

  “The earrings?”

  The photographer nodded. “Studs?”

  “The yellow sapphires.”

  Niomi shook her head. “Too hard to see.”

  “The orange?”

  “Let me see them. Paulie.”

  “I see it,” the hairdresser whispered, stepping forward with a bottle of his favorite potion and the smallest brush Lee had ever seen to smooth a tuft of hair beside Cass’ ear that had curled up from the damp.

  “It’s fascinating,” Rierdane whispered. “I can’t wait to see the final pictures.”

  Neither could Eyoen.

  “Nimi,” the red head said. “Natty’s on the phone. He wants to know where Cass is. Says she’s supposed to be in the studio.”

  “It’s not gonna happen,” Niomi said absently, standing knee deep in suds, camera glued to one large hazel eye. “Hang up on him.”

  Natty called Priti next.

  “Cass?”

  “Tell him I’ll see him tomorrow. I’m naked in a tub full of bubbles right now.”

  Priti must have relayed the message exactly because she burst out laughing.

  “He wants to come by here.”

  Everyone laughed, but Eyoen was grateful no one invited the unseen man to join them.

  They left just after 10 o’clock, 15 hours after they arrived.

  “I’m beat,” Cass said.

  Eyoen felt his borrowed human belly drop in disappointment. He wasn’t. He was horny as hell. Watching her pose seductively all day, clothed, unclothed, draped over furniture, every hair and patch of skin lovingly tended, he’d been hoping to coax Cass into bed.

  “What is this hell?” Rierdane asked.

  Eyoen frowned. He didn’t know. The phrase had just been there in his head.

  “You okay?” Cass asked, putting her hand on his thigh. They were alone in the back seat.

  Eyoen took her hand from his thigh and put it on the bulge between his legs. At first, when he�
��d learned the mechanics of inhabiting his host’s body he’d been mildly creeped out at the thought of fucking with another man’s dick.

  Rierdane had scowled at him. “What do you plan to do then? Remain celibate and shame us all?”

  He could have argued with his servant that no one on Cyanus would know, thus no one would be ashamed of his unlikely celibate behavior, but he’d known even then, that not having sex was an impossibility. How many times had he spent into one of his houris’ bodies while thinking of Cass back home? There was no possible way he’d be able to resist her on Earth? Especially not with his host’s numerous happy memories of making love rolling around in his head. He wanted Cass, and he wanted her now.

  Now she chuckled. “Well, well. I think I may have just gotten a second wind.”

  Eyoen had never exercised more patience in his life than he did as they ate a snack dinner of sandwiches and chips. He rolled his eyes in relief when Priti yawned and said she and Boyd were going to bed.

  “Sire, don’t forget to add those to the list,” Rierdane said of the salt and vinegar chips.

  I won’t, he assured his servant. He knew his family would also enjoy the tangy-flavored snack. Eyoen stared at Cass across the table. He placed his last chip in his mouth and wiped his hands on a cloth napkin, never once looking away from her.

  “Why are you looking at me like that?” she whispered.

  “Like what?” he asked, gesturing to her 7UP.

  She drank absently.

  “Full?” he asked.

  She nodded. “I still got room.”

  He smiled slightly. She really was quite clever.

  “This is my first time with you,” he said, knowing she would think it was a game. “So, this may take awhile. Come here.”

  She rose slowly and came around the table.

  He could tell she was excited as he opened his legs to her and she came to a stop flush against his cock. She was breathing more heavily, her full lips parted as she placed a hand on his hard thigh.

  “Unzip me,” he said quietly.

  She obeyed, gently tugging him free of his jeans. “No undies?”

  Eyoen hadn’t paid the boxers he’d seen a second thought. On his star, the distinctive silver robes worn by members of the royal family were airy and unconstricting, and very easy to lift out of the way when one wanted to couple.

  His hand crept up from her belly, skimmed the under curves of her full breasts and clasped around her throat. He turned her head to the side, and felt his dominance take root in her quickened breathing and lazy lidded eyes.

  So his Cass liked to be bossed a bit in bed, did she? Eyoen smiled. It made sense. She was an amazingly strong woman, utterly feminine, but enormously capable. She’d need a strong man to truly fire her passions. It was why Lee had fallen out of favor. That and his lovemaking had lacked, what was the modern word? Innovation.

  He licked his lips absently. He would have no problem there. Suddenly a memory rose of Cass on her back looking vulnerable, Lee was above her, the real one, both of her wrists trapped in one of his. The look of rapture on her face was delicious.

  Eyoen groaned at his borrowed memory, and Cass laughed seductively.

  “I guess I don’t have to wonder what you’re thinking about,” she whispered.

  “No, my dear, you don’t.”

  Eyoen would have swept her into his arms, but she squeaked in alarm and he belatedly remembered his injuries. Grinning he shrugged and captured her lips in a voluptuous kiss that stole both their breaths. He tangled his tongue with hers until she tore her mouth away, laughing and struggling in his arms. He’d picked her up anyway without realizing it.

  “Put me down. You just barely left the hospital!”

  He set her on her feet, but not until they reached her bed, where he immediately began to remove her clothes. He relished his first chance to remove the unfamiliar feminine undergarments. There were no bras on his star, and panties were only worn during a woman’s inconvenience. More than one man had petitioned the king to find a cure for it.

  His father, brilliant statesman that he was, always sympathized mightily, his eyes on his own owl-eyed wife, who never refused him at any other time, but he wouldn’t commission research to stop this particular physicality. Nature had its place, he always said. And who was he to alter something universal to nearly every species, in one form or another, around the galaxy?

  And thank Gods for nature, Eyoen thought, feasting his eyes for the first time on Cass’ nude, ripe curves, live. His Owe crystal could not show the exact shine of her skin, or telegraph the warmth and softness of her breasts overflowing his hands. In his right body they would fit perfectly. Her waist was tiny and flared out into womanly hips and a pair of tight luscious thighs he couldn’t wait to get between.

  His nostrils flared as he filled his senses with her scent. Today, as most days, she’d forgotten her Chloe perfume. As he dragged his nose up the side of her neck all he got was the clean rich smell of Cass, and he filled his lungs as he sucked gently on her ear lobe.

  “Take off my pants,” he said quietly.

  Cass’ arms fell from around his neck as she stepped back to obey him. She stared at him for a moment, her head tilted to one side, a slight grin playing around the corners of her mouth.

  “Don’t want to obey?” he asked softly. “We’re feeling rebellious today.”

  The grin spread into a full-fledged smile.

  Lee had never played a game like this with her before, and he could hear in her heart’s increased beat that she approved. Her breath was rapid and shallow as she waited to see what he would do next.

  Slowly he pushed his pants down; they cleared his hips and dropped to the floor. She licked her lips as he palmed his erection and stroked it slowly, his free hand rubbing absently at a bruised but still visible six pack.

  He sighed audibly and appeared sad as he stepped out of his pants and turned away.

  “Wait,” she breathed.

  He turned back, and pretended to yawn, his hands leaving his body to stretch above his head. His cock stood straight out from his body and held her eyes riveted. He wanted to laugh in glee, but maintained a straight face. Who knew such obvious manipulation would have such a delicious effect? He had no doubt Cass knew what he was doing. Nor did he doubt how much she liked it.

  “I’m tired,” he said, falling backward on the bed in a seductive sprawl.

  Lee had been a simple man, primitive even. He had never tried to seduce her so deliberately, to play with her mind or to dominate her with a gentle hand. He had stumbled upon a few things that turned her on though, and those memories were going to come in very handy.

  Eyoen closed his eyes, listening as she moved closer. He covered his smile with an arm over his face and was rewarded when he felt her tug the socks from his feet. He tamped down the delighted laughter that wanted to escape and kept his eyes closed as the bed dipped under her weight, and she worked his t-shirt over his head.

  He let her crawl over his body before he opened his eyes and stared into hers. She’d removed the rest of her clothes, the eager little thing. She was lush, his Cass. A perfect specimen of feminine beauty to rival any to be found on his star, and that was saying something; Eyoen did not come from an ugly race. And as a prince of his people he was accustomed to seeing the very best in all things, especially women.

  He thought of his houris and realized in that moment that he would give up dozens of incomparably beautiful women in a heartbeat if it would assure him of Cass’ love. But it was a fleeting thought. Eyoen did not lack confidence. He would win his lady, despite the disadvantage his human body presented.

  “It actually won’t be a disadvantage, sire,” Rierdane said. “Cass has already noticed the differences between you and your host. And you heard her yourself when she said she’d planned to break up with him. I’m fairly certain that time has passed. In fact, I would say with confidence that she is falling for “you” all over again in a new way. You will
know for sure that she loves you for you, not for your wealth or position. I suppose the body does present some difficulty, but –”

  Not now, Rierdane, he told his servant, lips capturing Cass’ to suck her tongue into his mouth. He stretched beneath her warmth, loving the slight weight of her long body rubbing his as he filled both hands with her flesh. Go away until I call for you.

  “Yes, sire.”

  Eyoen waited for his servant’s presence to fade. Then he rolled his lover onto her back and smiled. “What a sweetheart, you are,” he praised softly, and his eyes glittered, pleased when she preened slightly beneath his praise. “So generous and caring,” he whispered. “You deserve a treat, I think,” he said, in a matter of fact tone completely at odds with his hands explicit movements on her body.

  “I’m going to kiss you until you beg me to stop,” he told Cass slowly. “Then I’m going to shift my attention from your mouth to your neck. Then I’ll caress your big breasts until the tips get tight. I’ll nibble on that sweet, luscious little belly.” He laid a large hand over the area under discussion, and she shivered.

  He kept talking, a softly spoken, running commentary of all he planned to do to her. Happiness surged through him as she grew more aroused with every word, the anticipation or perhaps the visualization, acting as a potent aphrodisiac to her sensitive nerves.

  He felt her shift restlessly beneath him, impatient for his promised seduction to begin, and deliberately he closed both hands over her wrists and squeezed. She instinctively tried to tug her way free, but laughed when she found that she could not. “No, you can’t get away from me, little girl,” he whispered, loving it as her legs fell open wider. “I’m going to have a lot of fun with you tonight.”

  He’d observed that a light touch often irritated his beauty. Cass liked a firm hold, liked to know that he was stronger, yet capable of being weakened in her arms. It was the same on his star. Women were often appointed to positions of great power in society, but many chose to let their husbands take the lead in certain situations.

  Unlike on Earth, where such behavior was frequently met with scorn, Cyani females did not see their physical differences as weaknesses, though even the smallest male demons were ten times as strong as their female counterparts. But such was the world. It was the natural order of things, and smart females knew that physical strength was a boon and a gift for them. Just as their sweetness was a priceless gift for the male. His Cass was extremely smart.