How to Love a Blue Demon

by Story, Sherrod

Silence. You will not tell my father what I’m about to do.

  Rierdane sighed, but said nothing more.

  “How?” Cass wanted to know.

  “Let me massage you. It will ease your tension, and may loosen that blockage that is preventing you from evacuating your bowels.”

  Cass shrugged and would have pulled up her panties.

  “No, sit there.”

  Cass’ expression said she thought that was strange, but she stayed where she was.

  Eyoen stepped next to her and lifted an arm. He began massaging and pulling at her fingertips, and slowly, bit by bit, worked his way up her arm to her shoulder, releasing a tiny bit of energy into her with every touch.

  He could sense what was wrong inside her body. On the whole she was healthy, but when he ran into a touch of arthritis in her wrist, he let his magic seep out and ease it away. When he finished one arm he began on the other one, and the stiffness that sometimes plagued the fingers on that hand, her guitar hand, disappeared too.

  As he worked he could feel her tension fade. Her blood pressure, already well within normal ranges, completely stabilized, as did hormone production from her thyroid and pituitary glands. That month, Cass would have no cramps at all from her period, and he’d only just finished her arms.

  With a last stroke for each shoulder, he moved up to her neck, migrated to the top of her head and then worked his way back down her trunk. She said nothing as he pressed hard on several points down her sternum between her breasts and just underneath them. Her spine elongated; the slight roundness in her shoulders, a common hazard from playing an instrument and being tall and constantly stooping to hear people, reversed.

  He stopped at her belly, feeling her tense as he came close to the source of the pain.

  “It’s all right,” he whispered, and then sat at her feet to start the same routine.

  He massaged each foot thoroughly. He pulled each toe, rotating her heels at the ankle. By the time he got to her left knee she had to flush the toilet, and he smiled when she smiled in relief, but kept working. He massaged the inside of each thigh, the crease of her hips, the top of her buttocks; everything he could reach was stroked. The magic flowing into her body from his pushed out every toxin, and she flushed the toilet again.

  “I’m going to touch your belly now,” he told her. “Don’t tense,” he ordered, and she obeyed, though her eyes sought his.

  He hated that she expected pain, and his touch was feather light as he began to massage her swollen belly, his large hands spanned her waist enabling him to press against her lower back. He’d barely begun before she had to flush the toilet.

  “Shit,” she laughed. “Sorry. No pun intended.” It kept coming, and she kept flushing. “Damn! I’ve never pooped this much in my entire life.”

  Eyoen knew it. She was releasing all of the blocked food that had been collecting in her system. He ran her a glass of water from the bathroom tap, purified it with a thought, and told her to drink it. She did, eying him as she continued to shit, and he just sat there and watched her, hands rubbing slowly at her lower back, pressing lightly on her kidneys to help them do their work more efficiently.

  She flushed again. “Hit the fan. This has to be the weirdest damn night of my life,” she told him. “I’ve never had anyone in the bathroom with me like this, especially when I was making a stink this bad!”

  She continued for the next 10 minutes, flushing and talking, every now and then she’d say something about this not being normal, and he’d ease her mind with a little suggestion.

  She flushed again. “Fuck. I think I might be done. What the hell did you do to me?” She laughed.

  She got into the shower, and when she emerged a few minutes later she was smiling.

  “I feel great, baby,” she said, hugging him tightly. “Thank you!”

  She certainly looked wonderful. Eyoen actually licked his lips over her. Her skin was brighter, her eyes were luminous, she literally shone with health, and her good cheer added an extra sparkle. She even smelled better, and she’d smelled wonderful before. He could barely keep himself from attacking her.

  “Thank you,” she said again, staring into his eyes. “Where’d you learn that?”

  He knew she meant why did you never help me before?

  “Tell her you’ve been reading up, and you learned some of it in the hospital,” Rierdane ordered. “That the nurses did it to you. You have massaged her a little in the past. She’ll believe it if you sell it.”

  He did. Expounding to say he was thinking of taking a course; he said he’d read something more about it on the internet just that afternoon. Then, ingeniously he asked, “Did I do it right?”

  “Are you kidding? You should be licensed, honey! You could make a fortune. Lord have mercy!” she said, stretching forward and putting her hands flat on the floor.

  He eyed her naked butt and exposed mons like a starving man.

  “I’m hungry,” she said. “Starving! I feel completely empty. You think if I eat something light I’ll fuck myself up?”

  “No, just eat vegetables or fruit. No dairy or meat.”

  She nodded. “I’m thirsty as hell. I feel like I could drink a well dry. You tired, baby?” she asked, putting on a robe.

  He shook his head. “I’ll fix you something.”

  Eyoen liked to cook. On the star he occasionally overrode their objections, dismissed the servants and made his mother or sisters food when the male members of his family weren’t around. They’d never understood his preference for being around the family females. His brothers suspected it was because he was the youngest. His father agreed, but knew the real reason was because his baby son just sincerely enjoyed women.

  In Cass’ kitchen he chopped carrots and onions, yellow squash and okra, and after examining the spice rack selected ground pepper, sea salt and a bottle of olive oil that he purified when Cass’ back was turned. Tomorrow he would see about some water filters.

  When he set down two gently steaming plates, she slowly, methodically demolished hers, and he watched, content to see her replenish herself with food he had prepared.

  “Not hungry?”

  He looked down at his half full plate. “No, my dear. Can you bear a little more?”

  She laughed and swapped their plates. “I’ve got a hollow leg tonight.”

  He listened to the sexy sounds of enjoyment she made as she ate, and he knew their love making that night would be extraordinary. He hoped she wore his bruised body out, and after she cleaned up the kitchen, bless her more efficiently beating human heart, she did.

  The next morning as he lay in bed he heard her telling Priti what had happened.

  “I cleaned out my entire colon, I swear to God, girl. I was an empty husk. Look how flat my belly is. No more candy pouch!” Eyoen was a little sad about that. “All this time I was working out trying to get rid of fat when all I needed was to take a good shit! I slept so damn good, I woke up like, bloop!”

  He chuckled, watching with his mind’s eye as she made a funny face and pantomimed popping up from a deep sleep. He rose and showered and eyed his mostly bruise free face critically.

  Allowing his magic free reign last night to heal her had given his internal system the metaphoric go ahead to heal him as well, and tongue in cheek, he slowly painted on the remnants of the car wreck with his mind.

  “More dark purple on the right side,” Rierdane advised.

  My leg is completely healed now, he told the servant.

  “Well, every once in awhile wince and pretend to favor it for a few more days. You might rub it if you’re feeling particularly theatrical.”

  “Lee Lee!”

  He came out of the bathroom in time to catch an armful of warm happy woman.

  “Hel-lo-oooo!” she sang, laughing. “How you feel?”

  “Wonderful,” he said.

  “Me too, thanks to you.” Then she yawned. “Excuse me!”

  “You need vitamins,” he said knowingly. “And yo
u need more rest.”

  “Think so?”

  He nodded.

  She grinned and wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. “Wanna take a nap with me?”

  “God, yes.”

  She laughed, and focused on making love to her, he ignored Rierdane who asked, “This God, is he the same type of entity as our favored deity?”

  Eyoen wanted to be gentle, to take it easy with her, not because she was still sick or recovering – he knew she was 100 percent well. No, he wanted to linger over her, exploring her long, curvy body to discover any nook or cranny he might have missed in previous sessions. He wanted to distinguish himself, to show her a different side of body worship than the passionate, but hurried loving she’d grown used to from Lee.

  Grudgingly he acknowledged there hadn’t been anything wrong with the man’s lovemaking, in theory. His technique had been primitive, almost constantly rushed, and he had been rough with Cass on more than one occasion, but she’d liked it. He’d brought her to her crisis almost without fail.

  Eyoen, who’d made love to hundreds of women from all over the universe, learning the value of technique, nuance and patience from his many lovers, not to mention the lessons in body worship that were his by royal right – and which he had excelled in, thank you very much – knew that he could do better.

  One would never know it, however, because like Lee, he seemed incapable of anything except attack when he was near Cass. Slow was not an option. The urgency he felt wouldn’t go away. He never got to a place where his desire eased. He wanted her with the same intensity he had before they’d made love three times the night before.

  He knew her as well as he knew his own borrowed body, but he knew instinctively that familiarity with this woman would never breed contempt. Hell, it wouldn’t even breed familiarity. Every time he touched her it felt fresh and exciting. No matter how he cautioned himself to have patience, he remained desperate to get inside her; the longing and urgency were hard, demanding and lasting.

  “What is this hell?” Rierdane asked. “Does it have anything to do with that God you mentioned? I’ve been combing through Lee’s memories, and I only find the sketchiest informa –”

  Not now, Rierdane!

  “Apologies, sire.”

  Cass laughed as he tumbled her onto the bed, her hands tangling with his in their haste to remove his clothes. Eyoen grunted in relief when he was free of his pants, and his eyes begging her forgiveness, he didn’t bother to take anything else off, just plunged in and immediately began to ride.

  He wondered if all Earth males felt this crazed when inside their females. Only by gritting his teeth could he keep his higher intellect even partially functioning, and only that because he slowed his thrusts down to a sensuous rock. One that had them both groaning, as though they were lovingly stabbing each other to a sensation filled death.

  What a strange thought.

  “Not necessarily,” Rierdane offered. “The French call climax le petit mort, the little death.”

  Eyoen reveled in the ascent to orgasm, luxuriating in the slow push and pull of his body into her soft, snug wetness. That only lasted so long though. All too soon he could feel the edge of sexual hysteria that had blinded him before nibbling at the corners of his mind. She clenched around him, and he groaned as though he was indeed being murdered. When she did it again, he began to move harder, faster, nearly hammering at her, and she seemed to love it, crying out his name as she came.

  After they made love Cass fell asleep. He rose, took off the rest of his clothes, and used her laptop to check his stocks; he sold a few at a 138 percent profit, and brought a few more on sale.

  He surfed around to different sites. Her comments about his making a fortune giving massages had given him an idea. But after awhile he rose, sensing she’d wake soon. He had just stretched out of his seat when he sensed someone outside the bedroom. The knob turned, and to his utter shock, a man entered. A man, by Gods! Not seeing Eyoen in the corner where her desk stood, the man strode over to the bed like he did it all the time, and reached for Cass’ naked shoulder.

  Eyoen’s hand came down hard on the man’s shoulder before he could make contact, lifting him and dumping him outside the room before he shut the door and locked it with his mind.

  There was a pause, and he could see the man standing there completely startled, his mouth hanging open, then he heard, “Shit,” and “Cass, wake up! Lee just put me out!” And the man knocked loudly.

  The gall! What was wrong with these Earth men? They had no sense of decorum, of propriety. Women walked around unchaperoned in the streets, were forced to work and support themselves often completely without assistance from the men they kept company with, it was ludicrous. And to enter a lady’s bed chamber without permission, well. Even for a male member of the family it was completely, utterly –

  “Cass?”

  Cass woke with a start and sat up, the sheet falling below her naked breasts. She blinked at him. “Is that Natty?”

  Eyoen tightened his jaw and tamped down the surge of irritation that made him want to vanish this rude creature into another zip code. He moved closer, as always drawn by her deep voice and lush curves. He shrugged, though he knew good and well who it was. He kissed Cass for several long moments, enjoying her sleepy warmth and powdery floral smell. He was nuzzling her neck, having successfully gotten her on her back and the sheet out of the way, one hand on her breast, the other spreading her thighs, when she remembered the man outside.

  The wretch had the temerity to knock – again! – and call out, “Cass? Are you coming out, or what, girl?”

  Eyoen sighed when she broke away and threw on a robe. “What happened?” she asked, opening the door.

  Natty was scowling on the threshold holding his shoulder. “Damn, Lee! Why you do me like that?”

  “You should never enter a lady’s bed chamber without knocking,” he said, forcing himself to speak calmly. Especially my lady, he wanted to add, but contented himself with a simple, “Wait for an invitation.”

  Natty stared at him, not like an angry male who’d been routed from the female he was pursuing but like a confused, suspicious one. “Bed chamber?”

  The two men continued to stare at each other long enough to give Cass a chance to slip off to the bathroom.

  Eyoen quickly put Natty into a small trance enabling him to scan his mind for thoughts of Cass. He found only a deep respect and their long standing friendship, including one tipsy, casual sexual encounter many, many years ago. He sighed at this, and Rierdane said, “You can’t blame him for that, sire. He never mistreated her, and he would have continued to sleep with her had she not moved on.”

  Silence, he told his servant. Your analysis is unnecessary. He huffed and could feel Rierdane’s hidden smile. The sexual morays on Earth did not look down on Cass for this casual encounter because she’d been discreet; it was much the same on Cyanus, but he would never be happy that anyone other than him had touched her body.

  He released Natty’s mind from his control when Cass emerged from the bath, smelling and looking amazing in dark tight jeans that hugged her long legs and a textured v-neck t-shirt in light yellow.

  Natty frowned at him as though the last 10 minutes hadn’t happened. “Why’d you grab you me like that, man?” he laughed. “You didn’t tell me Lee was the jealous type, Cassie.”

  Cass ignored his teasing and grabbed him by the hand to tow him from her room. Eyoen didn’t like that either, and he followed them up to her studio. The man was tall, taller than Cass by at least 4 inches making him around 6’2, only an inch shorter than Lee. He was handsome with the kind of thick shiny black curls women loved to run their fingers through and a slender but well proportioned body with big hands and broad shoulders.

  In his natural form, Eyoen would have been able to look down at the smaller man without difficulty, and for the first time since the accident he wished he was as the Gods had made him. But his feelings of jealousy faded some as the two got to
work.

  Natty thought it was strange that he’d followed them to the studio – he’d never done so before – but he said nothing, and Cass only smiled at him and nodded toward the computer, assuming he’d want to get on it to “futz around,” as she called it, with his investments. He’d convinced her this was not a new habit when she queried his sudden interest in stocks, but one that he had gotten got into more heavily because they’d been spending so much time apart lately working. He’d felt a pang of guilt as he rubbed seemingly absently at the long gone wound on his leg, but it worked as a distraction, and after he assured her that he was alright he was able to steal several kisses.

  Now he listened as the two discussed lyrics and musical arrangements. Cass loved the premise of the song Natty had brought as a candidate for the first release from her next album. It was called Bad Girl, and Eyoen thought it was quite clever. Unlike most of the music of this time, Cass did not offer a lot of sexually explicit lyrics. Her music was full of innuendo, however, and this piece with its mentions of black guitars, rocks stars and playing all night was sexier than a more obvious interpretation. He was pleased and proud as she took what Natty gave her – which was quite good on its own – and made it even better.

  The man was enjoying collaborating with her. Eyoen sensed that this, apart from getting Cass into ‘the booth’ at his studio, was his favorite part of the process. An hour later, Cass stopped the music and stared at her friend and producer closely.

  “You don’t look too good, man. Given up on sleeping?”

  It was the fourth or fifth time Natty had coughed and rubbed the back of his neck, and he had faint shadows beneath his large hazel eyes.

  He laughed. “Been burning the candle at both ends, that’s all. Smoking too much. Work’s good right now.”

  Cass smiled at him fondly. “You always say that.”

  “Thank God!” and they laughed.

  Cass turned suddenly. “Baby! Why don’t you give Natty one of those massages like you gave me? Would you mind? Natty, this damn massage will make you feel like a new person.”

  The man laughed, smiling at her fondly as his eyes traced her shining eyes and flawless face. “Is that why you look so good?”