How to Love a Blue Demon

by Story, Sherrod

  “Do you believe in magic?” He asked her later that night.

  They’d just made love. And the emotion, the care behind the loving had brought a tear to his eye. He managed to dry it in the bed clothes before she noticed – how undemonlike to be caught crying while still in a lovers arms! – but it had sharpened the pleasure, made it so intense, Cass was able to get him onto his back and ride him to his crisis. That had never, ever happened before either.

  He’d enjoyed that position before, but never ended that way. He preferred to remain in control. Or he had. Now he realized that he liked the vulnerability of being on his back, forced to accept his lover’s demands, his own neck arched as he cried out beneath Cass’ gentle weight. Her face as she watched him, the pleasure she received from driving him near out of his mind, had drained him of his seed completely.

  Afterwards he’d lain there blinking like that silly virgin who had gotten him sequestered, totally shocked and in awe of what had taken place. The loving between them seemed to get better and better. Yet he wanted, needed more. He’d have happily spent all his time – what wasn’t needed for her work, eating and personal grooming – with his cock buried inside her. Any separation made him nervous and antsy. He wanted them constantly connected. He blushed, grateful she couldn’t see his face or know his thoughts since he was mentally acting like a woman.

  Cass lay sprawled over him like a blanket, idly stroking his chest. He wondered if she would still stroke it when his blue skin was revealed.

  “What kinda magic? Like spells and witches and shit?”

  “Yes, like demons and the supernatural.”

  Cass laughed. “I don’t know. My first instinct is to say no, but I’m sure there are many things in the world that I don’t know about, or that I can’t explain. Why? You about to tell me you’re a witch or somethin’?”

  Eyoen took a deep breath and said, “Or somethin’.”

  Cass raised her head up and propped her chin on her hands. She grinned at him. “Really? How come you never told me this before?”

  “It’s a fairly new development.”

  “Do tell?”

  “I’m afraid so, my dear. You see, I’m a demon.”

  Cass began to laugh. “A demon, huh? I thought demons were red with horns and hooves for their hands and feet.”

  “Some are, but there are many demonarchies, many species. We are no different than humans in our variety of looks and ethnicities.”

  “Really. Well, don’t stop there. Tell me more!”

  “What would you like to know?”

  “Where are you from?”

  “A star several billion miles away called Cyanus.”

  “And what is life like on the star?”

  “Wonderful. I’m a prince of the realm, quite young, though not in earth time, as I am more than 250 human years old by your calendar. I’m wealthy, connected, I have a harem of houris and servants who cater to my every whim, brothers and sisters to keep me company, and an entire kingdom rich with resources at my disposal.”

  “It sounds fabulous,” Cass said solemnly, but he got the feeling she was laughing at him. “Why come to Earth?”

  “I came for you. I’ve been watching you for years. There are devices that allow one to see into other worlds, very expensive tools, made of rare, powerful magic and materials that only royals have access to. I stumbled upon your life one day while watching my seer, and I’ve been hooked ever since.”

  He knew perfectly well she thought he was joking, but he kept talking. He told her about her life. Deliberately sharing conversations she’d had with Priti more than a year before she’d met Lee. Things no one could have known except the two of them, and of course, an unknown observer.

  “I listened as you shared your anger at the years you wasted not following your dream. I sympathize, but I don’t completely agree – sometimes time spent in the metaphoric fire is what brings out the natural talent we call on later in life – still I understand why you felt as you did, or perhaps still do.”

  Cass laughed uncomfortably. “You are a trip, man. You’re wasted on modeling. I can’t believe you’ve hidden this penchant for storytelling from me all this time, Lee. I should put you to work writing song lyrics.”

  “My name isn’t Lee.”

  Her smile faltered. “Oh? What is it?”

  “Eyoen trans Cyanos.”

  Cass sat up in the bed, humor gone. “Lee, what the hell are you talking about?”

  “Eyoen,” he corrected softly.

  She stared at him, then rose and put on a robe.

  He watched as she paced a few steps, throwing him looks as she picked up their scattered clothing.

  Eyoen kept talking. He told her how he’d watched them work together – her and Lee – how he’d watched as they were introduced. He’d even watched them make love the first time. After that he couldn’t bear to, but that first time he hadn’t been able to help himself. It was the first time he’d seen her in the throes of passion.

  He told her about petitioning to come to Earth, how he’d worked long and hard to convince his father the King that he could make her happy on their star, and successfully convince her to give him sons to help continue their lineage. He told her about traveling through space, how restricting it had felt lying in the hospital bed practically immobile, but that her touch had made him so happy he’d been able to bear it.

  “You’re crazy,” she breathed, voice breaking as her eyes filled with tears. “The accident knocked you crazy.”

  Eyoen sighed irritably. Damnit! He’d known trying to make her believe him was not going to be easy. But he hadn’t thought through exactly how horrid it would make him feel to have her deny him the truth.

  “No, Cass. The accident killed Lee. And I took his body. It was the only way I could come here and be with you. I needed a host. I would’ve taken any suitable match, but then your lover was in the accident, and as sad as it was, I was thrilled at the chance to be with you. I would never wish you a moment’s unhappiness, but you must understand. I’ve been watching you for years, my dear, and –”

  “Stop it,” she said, holding up a hand like a traffic cop. “Lee, just stop it. This is ridiculous. Do you hear yourself?”

  Eyoen’s face hardened, and her eyes widened as a shadow of who he really was wafted over him. He saw her step back and got a hold of himself. He would never hurt her, not even unintentionally, and having a temper tantrum would not help his cause.

  “I know it’s difficult to believe, my love. But I can assure you, all that I say is true, and I can prove it to you. I had hoped to delay this moment. To deepen the bond I can feel growing between us, but I know you are suspicious of me, unsure, and confused about my seemingly changed behavior.” He shrugged. “And quite honestly, I can’t bear to lie to you any longer. I want to be with you as myself. I want to take you home to meet my family.”

  “You have no family, Lee,” Cass whispered. “You’re an orphan.”

  Eyoen stared at the woman he’d come to love more than his own life and knew that he’d have to do something drastic to convince her of the truth. He locked the door.

  Cass turned sharply when she heard the click and then back to him. “How did you do that?”

  He smiled sadly. “That’s the least of what I can do, my dear.”

  She shook her head. “We’ll make an appointment for you tomorrow. This is probably some residual head trauma or something. I knew you were doing too much. No one heals that quickly. You –”

  “I do, Cass,” he said gently. “I want you to sit down.”

  She shook her head, frowning as she walked toward him. “I think you should rest, baby. I’ll lie down with you, and –”

  “No.”

  She stared at him, having never heard him speak to her in that sharp definitive tone before. But then, Eyoen knew very well, outside of their bed, she wasn’t used to him behaving in a dominant way at all.

  “It’s best she get used to it, sire,” Rie
rdane said. “I think you should get tough.”

  Get tough?

  Rierdane nodded. “Yes, you must force her to see the truth. Show her who you really are physically. Then she won’t have any choice, she’ll have to believe you.”

  “Sit down, my dear. I want to show you something. Me actually,” he laughed, and her eyes widened at the deeper timber of his voice. That more than his request made her sit down on the bed.

  In reality Cass had no choice; her knees had given out.

  “Be at ease, my love. No matter what I look like, I’m still the same man that you love,” he whispered, and then he began to change.

  His disguise, Lee’s host body, fell away. The bright blue eyes faded in a fierce glow of gold as his features sharpened, his cheekbones grew higher, his nose stronger, straighter, slightly wider. When the lightly tanned hue of his skin deepened to a rich, lovely blue she blinked in shock.

  “My God.” She watched, appalled as he seemed to stretch before her eyes. His body elongated until he’d grown almost half a foot and broadened just as much. His hair was no longer blond but a black so deep it was almost blue and shone like new money even as it clung gently to the scalp around his neat, slightly pointed ears.

  She stared, her mouth opening and closing, eyes so wide, he wondered they didn’t pop from her head. He heard her swallow and reached out to her. His eyes widened when she leapt up and moved swiftly away from him.

  She snatched up a letter opened from her desk and brandished it like a weapon.

  “I don’t know what kinda shit you’re pulling, or who you are, but you better stay your big ass back, or you’re gonna be sorry.”

  He sighed and took a step closer, intending to console her, to assuage the fear he could feel coming off of her in waves, but Cass leapt back again, slashing at him with her impromptu blade.

  “Get outta my fuckin’ house!” she screamed.

  Irritated beyond reason he raised a hand, and Cass watched in appalled shock as her weapon flew from her hand to his. And he didn’t hold it. Eyoen closed his hand around the slender silver wand, and it simply vanished.

  “Lord have mercy,” she whispered, a hand to her throat.

  “I know this is shocking.”

  Cass barked out an incredulous laugh and gave him a look like, you think?

  “One minute, I’m Lee, the boyfriend you’ve known and loved. The next I’m a blue demon from a star you’ve never heard of. But I still love you, Cassidy,” he whispered, and he let waves of sadness flow from his body to hers. It was unfair, but he wasn’t adverse to using a little magic to lure her to his way of thinking. The decision to accept or deny him was hers to make, but there were no rules to say he couldn’t pull out all the stops as the Earthlings liked to say.

  Tears fell then. Cass whimpered in confusion and fear. His heart clenched as he felt her mind race frantically. She wondered if she should scream, but if Priti and Boyd were there she didn’t want to endanger them. Plus, she was pretty sure they weren’t home. She wondered if she could make a break for it, race for the phone, then the door. Would a knee to the balls work on this creature? Did it even have balls? And what had happened to Lee? Where was he?

  “Lee!” she screamed. “Lee! Boyd!”

  “They’re not here, Cass,” Eyoen said calmly.

  She tensed as he stepped slowly closer. He held his hands up in the air, why he had no idea, but it seemed like the right thing to do. He felt the adrenaline coursing through her as she prepared to run, but then she recalled that locked door, and her fear grew exponentially. When he sent a wave of calm to her, she would have sunk to the ground and bawled her eyes out had he not snatched her up before she could touch the floor.

  Gently he laid her on her bed. He stroked her arms and her back, pulling her against his chest so she could catch his scent. He continued to stroke her despite the stiff rejection in her limbs, and after awhile the pheromones that made Cyani royals so attractive in the first place, began to work on her and the fear faded.

  “There now,” he whispered. “Now you’re calm. You can see I don’t want to hurt you. I would never hurt you, Cass, and you know that. You’re just startled. It’s a lot to take in all at once, with no preparation.”

  She shifted against him, restless, fretful movements that rubbed her full breasts against him. He willed his cock not to harden.

  “A moment ago, I didn’t believe in aliens,” she said, her shock audible.

  He chuckled softly. “And now you know for certain they exist, and one of them has fallen in love with you.” He shifted, cradling her in his arms, one of his long legs pushing in between hers. “I’ve been watching you for a long time, Cass. Thanks to my seer, watching your life has become my favorite TV show.”

  He could feel her surprise, but she was also listening. “I’ve spent countless hours watching you live, watching you do interviews and listening to you play music. Though nothing could compare to that first time I heard you live. You know, at Univision? That was so wonderful,” he said reverently, and she perked up hearing that deeply impressed tone. “You had the audience in the palm of your hand. You’ll get terribly conceited when I tell you how many stiff cocks there were hiding behind baseball caps and clip boards in that studio. All because of that magic you play with your voice and guitar.”

  He knew had her attention now. “I petitioned my father, the King, to come here to woo you. I thought I would court you, the way humans do. But the only way I could come was to use a host body,” he repeated. “It came as quite a shock when I realized exactly whose body I’d been given.

  “It felt quite strange, inhabiting another man’s body, a lover you didn’t know was gone. I worried over it. It seemed rude, indelicate, almost like cheating in a way, but I couldn’t turn away from this chance. There was no way I could leave you alone when I had a chance for us to be together. I’ve been wanting you so long,” he whispered, shaking his head. He leaned forward as though to kiss her, and felt his heart thud in disappointment when she moved back.

  He knew it was too early, but he couldn’t help himself. “Do you think that you could love me?” He asked softly, and his hands began to run all over her body.

  She stiffened at first, but he let the love from his heart bleed into his fingertips and she softened like butter as he touched her arms, shoulders, sides, hips, and slowed to clutch hand fulls of her ass before starting all over again.

  Cass stared at Eyoen for a long time. Her eyes ran over his tall, broad shouldered body, lingering over his thick black hair and large tip tilted, almost oriental eyes in their startling golden hue. He was beautiful. He too could have been a model, a very successful one with that huge, overtly masculine body and those finely wrought features. His jaw was square, his lips full, if it wasn’t for the blue skin he could easily have passed for human. A thickly muscled, extremely hot human.

  As strange as the face and body were, the voice was familiar. She’d heard echoes of it in Lee’s voice and thought the accident had something to do with the change. She realized she’d been right, though not in the way she’d thought.

  Her mind ran back over everything that had transpired since the accident. The changes in his behavior, in his speech, in the way he touched her. The way he’d teased her, playing with her in ways that Lee never had. The way he’d massaged her until her body purged itself of waste. She wondered now if massage had been all he’d done to her. Could he be controlling her mind right now?

  Why else would she just lie here in his arms as though nothing was wrong? She thought about the last time they’d made love; her body wanted to do so again. She began to squirm just thinking about it. Her blood seemed to run hotter, her heart beat faster in anticipation as though he wasn’t an alien. As though he hadn’t just admitted to stealing her boyfriend’s body like one of the paranormal creatures in the romance novels Priti was always reading.

  “I’m a demon,” he said. “From a star called Cyanus.”

  Well, that was somethin
g, at least. The only demons she knew of came from hell. But he had taken over poor Lee’s body –

  “Where is Lee?” she asked suddenly, fear surging anew.

  “He died, my dear,” Eyoen repeated softly. “He did not survive his injuries after the car accident.”

  Cass remembered him saying that earlier. “But, where is the body now?”

  Eyoen hesitated, but he knew enough about this culture to know that ceremonies for the dead were necessary for spiritual healing and acceptance. Things were not terribly different on his star, except that after a demon died, the body was not buried or burned, it was absorbed back into the atmosphere. The dead demon’s energy went back into the star, ensuring that nothing and no one was ever wasted, that all continually made a contribution to the continuity of the species.

  “Do not be alarmed,” he said softly. “I have not desecrated his body. I know that you cared deeply for him, and I would never disrespect what he meant to you. Would you like to bury the body and have one of your funeral ceremonies?”

  She nodded uncertainly. “Though I don’t know how we’re going to explain all this,” she whispered. “If he’s really dead, if – it doesn’t feel like he’s dead,” she petered out.

  He could feel her confusion beating at him, and it was deep. She had a dozen questions tumbling around in her mind, more, but she didn’t know where to start. She wasn’t even sure what was real, and what wasn’t. How was she supposed to feel now? About him, about Lee? Where was Lee? Did she have feelings for him, this stranger? For them both? Should she have feelings for him? How could she? She didn’t even know him. She didn’t understand any of this.

  Eyoen wished there was something he could do to help. She was battling the evidence of her eyes against an entire life’s beliefs, and the lust inspired by his still stroking hands only added to her confusion. Her body craved him, stretching into his touch and shuddering lightly when he closed his blue hand around her breast for the first time.

  Cass would have been comforted to know their thoughts were so similar. Pleasure shook her body as she absorbed the strangely familiar touch. She’d felt it before, but the hand was bigger, the fingers that teased her nipples longer, more clever.