How to Love a Blue Demon

by Story, Sherrod

  “An alien?” he chided. “I’m a demon.”

  “You’re an alien,” Cass told him. “Your blue ass comes from somewhere not on Earth. Therefore, demon or not, you are an alien.”

  He laughed softly, but his grin faded when hers did. He scowled. “You’re thinking of him.”

  Eyoen he felt lower and smaller than a Cyani sand lizard to resent a dead man, but he couldn’t help himself. If he had his way she would think of nothing but him, of making love with him, and playing music. He adored when she played her music.

  “Well, yeah.” She shrugged. “I just found out he’s dead. He was my man for a long time, and I loved him,” she said quietly, swiping away a few tears.

  Eyoen held her, stroking her back as she wept. Feeling her sadness his feelings of jealousy faded, replaced by relief. He was glad she was grieving the loss of his host. It made her even more sweet to him, more compassionate, utterly human and practically irresistible. It also meant she was healing. And that meant she was that much closer to falling under his spell, and his body, where he needed her more with each passing moment.

  “You’re hard,” she whispered, as if she heard his thoughts.

  “Yes,” he said, eyes narrowing as he looked down at her. “I usually am when I’m around you. I can’t help it.”

  “I,” she gulped. “I’m sorry.”

  Eyoen was shocked to see the vulnerability on her face. Her eyes skittered away from his; it was the first time she hadn’t looked at him directly, and he didn’t like it one bit.

  “I don’t know what to do,” she confessed. “I know I’ve slept with you before, but it wasn’t really you. You’re, a, stranger.”

  “No,” he whispered. “I’m simply your lover with a new face,” and he kissed her.

  Cass was stiff at first. It did feel like she was in bed with a completely new man. How could it not? She had never touched his blue skin until a few minutes ago. Hell, she hadn’t even known he existed. She had never felt his heat, or his strength, his long hard muscles or the power in his hands as he held her.

  But he knew that when she closed her eyes his kiss would feel the same as the one she’d enjoyed a few hours earlier. It was on a different mouth, but he knew without conceit that mouth was still adept at its purpose.

  As he slowly pulled her close, stretching her arms and legs to wrap snugly around his body, he found she was sweeter than usual, pliant and a bit unsure. That vulnerability made it easier for Eyoen to kiss Cass in ways he’d never kissed another woman: slowly, reverently, lovingly. Now that she knew the truth he could relax in his right body, one she still found attractive. He felt stronger, confident, like his old self, only better because she was with him. His lips and tongue mated with hers, whispering without sound his need for her, his hopes for their future.

  He savored the breath whistling gently through her nose, her touch as Cass raised her arms to circle his neck. He felt her hands burrow into his hair and shuddered as her nails gently scratched his scalp. He shifted so that she straddled his lap and groaned when the treasure between her legs warmed his cock. He thrust up as she snuggled down, grinding against her until he felt the wetness that signaled her desire.

  He leaned back, breathing hard and their eyes met, golden yellow and chocolate brown. He nipped her bottom lip with his and then sucked away the small pain.

  “I really want to make love to you,” he whispered, sighing when he felt her tense just a bit. “But I know I must seem strange. Do you think, is there any way –” he faltered.

  “What?” she whispered.

  Eyoen sighed in frustrated longing and shook his head. He didn’t know how best to articulate what he wanted beyond those simple words. He only knew that now he’d revealed himself it felt like torture not having her under him, not having his flesh buried inside her body. He wanted to hear her cries, feel the snug tightness he’d enjoyed before in his true form.

  But he didn’t know what he’d do if he frightened her or if she rejected his lovemaking, and he wasn’t well versed in the nuances of human emotion to know for sure that he’d won her trust in the short time since he’d shared who he was. He wanted to make her happy, wanted to hold her close, to squeeze and touch her until she fell asleep in his arms like before. But he wanted it to happen naturally, not because he’d pushed the issue and swept her into a pheromone induced fog. So he tamped down the sexual feelings and just held her.

  “That night I almost shit the place down,” she said suddenly, “You did more than just massage me and clean me out. My voice is stronger; my hands feel better when I play my guitar.”

  He nodded. “Yes, my dear. But I didn’t hurt you in any way.”

  She laughed. “I know. I’ve never felt better.”

  His eyes searched hers anxiously.

  “What?” she whispered, kissing him softly and rubbing their noses.

  “I want you,” he confessed, and the longing in his voice was so obvious, so heart tugging, Cass pulled him close and he held her tight.

  “I want you too,” she answered, opening her legs wider as she gripped him close.

  Despite the best intentions, Eyoen couldn’t resist the offering. He had to make love to her now or go crazy. “I, I don’t know if I can be as gentle as I should be,” he said cautiously, needing her to understand what he wanted, what he needed.

  She laughed softly. “OK.”

  He stared at her, not sure if she understood what he was trying to tell her. He felt like ripping her panties off with his teeth, bending her over a chair and fucking her until it broke. He wanted to bind her hands to the slats in the head board so she couldn’t get away, and he’d be free to lick and suck and taste every single inch of her dark, beautiful body.

  He cuddled her closer, burying his face in the crook of her neck and sucking gently. Her scent calmed him, soothed the ravenous hunger that had surged in his blood like some wild animal straining at a leash.

  “You are a haven to me,” he whispered. “Your world and mine could fall to pieces around me, but as long as you remain untouched by all but me, I could care less.”

  Cass groaned at his beautiful words, her eyes begging him to continue.

  “But you also tempt me practically beyond reason. Only the strongest mental discipline keeps me out of you right now, and my control frays more with every movement of your soft curvy boy against mine.”

  “Unbelievable,” she whispered, rubbing her lips back and forth on his chest.

  He groaned as she gently kissed the side of his face, his ear, sucked on the lobe, licked the point at the top and made him shudder. She nibbled at his full lips. She seemed to want him as much as he wanted her, but still he hesitated.

  “What’s wrong, Eyoen?” she asked softly, the sound of her calling his name sending a curl of desire through him so strong he sucked in a harsh breath. “You scared now too?”

  Eyoen felt his powers surge at her teasing. His cock was as hard as Cyani brick. He was shaking he wanted her so badly.

  “Calm yourself, sire,” Rierdane cautioned.

  Leave us!

  He felt his servant fade away, but forced himself to heed his words. He’d never forgive himself if he inadvertently hurt Cass. Human bones lacked the density of his kind. Their bodies were softer, even the mens, lacking the resilience and durability of his people. She was fragile.

  “No, I’m not,” she whispered, the kittenish smile on her face drawing forth his own grin. It faded as he realized what had happened.

  “You read my mind.”

  She blinked. “I did?”

  “You said, ‘No, I’m not.’ I was thinking how fragile you were, that I need to go slow with you. Did I speak aloud?”

  Slowly she shook her head.

  Eyoen clasped her to his chest so tightly she squeaked and beat at his shoulders in alarm.

  “Do you know what this means? We’ve bonded, my love! We’ve started the process.”

  Cass leaned away and would have broken free of his
embrace if he let her. He didn’t. “What process?”

  He scowled detecting a drop in the level of her arousal. “The mating process.”

  “What’s that?”

  He shrugged impatiently. “It’s like your falling in love, I suppose, only more so. Once a Cyani demon finds a mate, they can hear each others’ thoughts, sense each others’ emotions, communicate across distances.”

  She thought about that for awhile. “Like a high level kind of intuition.”

  He nodded. “Yes, only more so. You’ll be able to siphon off some of my strength if you need it, or lend me yours. I’ll always know where you are and how you feel and vice versa.”

  “How?”

  He shrugged. “It’s illatura.”

  “What’s that?”

  “Natural.”

  They both shifted slightly to accommodate the erection he’d yet to lose. It nestled beneath the lush curves of her ass, and he rubbed gently, not fanning the flames of his desire hotter so much as stoking the fires.

  Cass rose above him until her knees were on the bed, thighs vertical with his body. She raised her breasts with her hands, the full, round globes overflowing her grip. She leaned down to rub herself against his mouth, his cheeks, back to his mouth until he opened on a groan and sucked her in.

  She released a shaky sigh as he began to suckle. The strong, rhythmic pull of his lips, swipes of a busy, slightly abrasive tongue reverberated like a damp, determined pulse between her legs.

  Her heart sped up even faster as his big hands splayed across her back, nearly covering it and pushing her closer to his mouth until she thought he would smother with his face buried in her cleavage. He flipped them until she lay on her back, his mouth still pulling strong at her breast, the other one now, the first one wet and puckered and sensitive from the air shifting with their movements.

  He groaned and began to talk to her in another language, a lovely guttural, utterly masculine sound full of clicks and rolling r’s that sounded like soft marbles bouncing inside his busy mouth. Somehow she knew he was telling her that she was beautiful. That he loved fucking her, couldn’t wait to be inside her, stroking them to a climax she’d never, ever forget.

  “Promises, promises,” she whispered.

  He grinned as he broke away from her succulent flesh long enough to meet her eyes, then his closed, and he went back to enjoying himself, nibbling and licking and sucking as he made his way down her body.

  When he reached his prize he parted her gently with two long fingers and blew lightly to make her shiver. He said something against her flesh, and she arched into the foreign words, pressing wet nether lips against his mouth and begging for the stroke of his tongue.

  “Touch yourself,” he ordered in English, and Cass hands again filled with her breasts, head rolling on the bed as he adjusted one of her long legs over his shoulder and settled in to feast at his leisure.

  She groaned as he licked, lightly at first, teasing her with an explosive pleasure that hovered just slightly out of reach because he controlled it. She strummed her own nipples when he told her to, trying to coax the pleasure forward, wanting the orgasm he promised with each movement of his long body and big hands, his warm wet tongue. She whimpered as she tugged at the tips of her breasts, and he rewarded her by sucking her engorged clit into his mouth and laving it hard.

  He nibbled and sucked, alternating between hard and soft and fast and slow until she was sobbing, tears running down her face she was that ready to come. Then he devoured her, growling as he buried his face in her, sucking so hard her back and shoulders arched off the bed.

  She screamed as the pleasure hit. It felt like an orgasm, but this was more. It was stronger, pulsing through her entire system, and it lasted so long. She felt the wave of sensation crashing over her body, extending out everywhere from her fingertips to her scalp.

  It wasn’t over. Eyoen growled in satisfaction when she sagged, spent, gazing at him through half closed eyes. Then he crawled up over her body, casually flicking her legs open wide with his big hands and sliding in until his long thick cock bumped gently against the root of her body.

  Chapter nine

  He continued to speak to her in his rough, beautiful language. Endearments, promises, sexual threats so explicit she felt her heart beat thump with renewed vigor, the blood pumping through her system so hard and fast she began to pant with the most wonderful pleasure she’d ever experienced.

  Her skin was so sensitive; every stroke of his finger tips, every touch from his long limbs rubbing hers, her entire body felt it. She knew instinctively it was his magic affecting her, or perhaps those royal pheromones he mentioned? She didn’t care. She had never felt so good, so breathless, so needy. If she’d had those wicked incisors she’d have bitten him, and she did take a nip out of his shoulder when he stopped his gentle rocking and slid half way out of her body.

  “No,” she groaned, clenching around his cock until he moaned.

  “I’m not going anywhere. Even though you’re killing me, I couldn’t bear to leave you,” he whispered, and began to thrust. “I can’t stop, my love. Forgive me. Hold on.”

  Cass had never been fucked like that. Hard, deep, he moved so sensuously, twisting his hips and maneuvering her body with minute adjustments specifically geared to ratchet her pleasure up notch after notch. For one electric moment she wondered how it was possible to feel that much pleasure and not climax; it felt as though she might fall out of herself at any moment and tumble head long into him. Then he pulled out, teasing her, rising up on his knees to change the angle of his strokes, those big hands still guiding her, and leaving a river of ecstatic tingles in his wake.

  He pulled her by the hips straight onto his cock. He did it again, and again, and Cass lost the ability to move at all. She could only cry out, her head moving weakly on the pillow as he took over their loving. It turned primal then, faster, harder, and more vocal. She had no control, no say, and wanted none. She felt him inside her, through her, over her, around her. He was everywhere, and she wanted more.

  It was just as she’d said earlier. He fucked her mind as well as her body as in the midst of that ecstatic loving he told her how he’d watched her showering on his star. He told her that he’d observed her stroking herself to orgasm some nights even before she and Lee had started dating. He talked about his need for her, about fucking his own hand for want of her body.

  At some point he stopped speaking words. There were only grunts, moans, the slapping of their skins, the rustling of the bed covers and the mattress. There was the wet pop of their lips as he kissed her, shoving his tongue into her mouth with the same ferocity he plunged his cock into her body. His finesse was gone, burned up in the wake of their passion, and he didn’t need it because the fire was intoxicating.

  Her mind was only dimly connected to what was going on. Her instincts, her body had completely taken over. She opened herself, surrendering with a rapturous cry as his hips moved like a well oiled piston. He seemed to hit every spot deep inside her that begged for a stroke, infusing her entire being with pleasure.

  Dimly she heard herself moaning, crying, gasping his name as she gripped him, her back arching as she met his thrusts. Her breasts bounced as they fucked, and it felt good, so good for a moment, fear lanced through her. This couldn’t last. She wouldn’t make it. She couldn’t take any more.

  But then Eyoen was there, whispering in her ear, soothing her. She began to shake, the windup to orgasm starting in her toes and working its way up, building in strength like a tsunami.

  “Kiss me,” she cried, sobbing. “Kiss me,” she whispered.

  And he did. The pleasure crashed into her so hard and fast and fierce, for a moment the edges of her consciousness turned grey and edged toward black. She was close to passing out, but she held on. Her reward was a final thrust, an echo of his tongue in her mouth, and the joy that burst in her heart as he cried her name and shook with completion in her arms.

  She took shallow b
reaths. His huge body was smushing her into the bed, and she was so tired, that was all she could manage. He stirred first, reluctantly pulling free of her body.

  He moved to his back, their hands linking as he pulled her onto his chest. She dozed as he stroked her hair.

  “I want you to meet my family,” he whispered.

  “OK.”

  “You’ll have to come home with me.”

  “OK.”

  Eyoen grinned into her hair. “Are you listening to me?”

  “Yes.”

  “What did I say?”

  “Yes.”

  “Cass!”

  “Hmmm?”

  Eyoen chuckled softly, and his deep voice was the last sound she heard before she drifted off to sleep.

  ******

  The King was in mourning. After an ominous silence, he'd grown concerned and sent a small contingent of the Guard to the outer reaches of the star only to learn that his sentries had been killed. The lone survivor had been found unconscious, lying half buried beneath a mound of dirt where he'd been tossed by the explosion that claimed his compatriots’ lives.

  The King's anger had been so fierce and uncontrolled it rained for hours, a deluge that half drowned crops and ruined several construction projects underway on Cyanus. Carlow assembled his advisors, elder statesmen who helped the star to run efficiently and ensured all Cyani demons were enabled and protected. Jierdun, Rierdane's grandfather, suggested in his quiet way that they had a traitor in their midst.

  “A traitor is the only reasonable explanation,” he said. “Without inside information there is no way for our enemy to know how the sentries were disguised, where they were posted, or how to craft an explosion to kill them all in one terrible pop. The only reason one sentry lived was because he'd temporarily stepped away to relieve himself.”

  There were murmurs and nods of assent around the council table.

  “How would you suggest we find this traitor?” the King asked. “Ordinarily when we want information, we drop a bug in the right ear and let the demon networks bring what we need to light naturally. That is not an option. We dare not let the populace out the traitor. We do not want to propagate fear or worry over public safety.”