How to Love a Blue Demon

by Story, Sherrod

  “Really? The tone deaf thing was bad enough. But now you’re telling me there are demons who don’t like sound at all.”

  “That’s right, my dear. It’s hard to believe, I know. But it is true.”

  Cass frowned. “Hmmph.”

  “Does that disgust you, my dear?”

  “Disgust? No. It’s just,” she paused. “It’s just so different. If I hadn’t seen him run away like his heels were on fire with my own eyes, I don’t think I’d have believed it.”

  “You can sing for me anytime,” he whispered, nuzzling her neck.

  Cass wrapped her arms and legs around him. “I will sing for you anytime,” she promised. “How does your back feel?”

  “Better, now you’re in my arms.”

  “Did your daddy say when your wings would come in?”

  He hesitated. He’d omitted that part of the conversation with his father, not wanting to worry her needlessly.

  “He did.”

  Eyoen looked at her helplessly.

  “Whatever you’re hiding, tell me!” She surged from the water, stepping from the pool gloriously nude to confront him with hands on hips.

  Eyoen honestly couldn’t remember his own name as he stared at her. She was magnificent. Slender and full breasted, her long brown limbs gleaming with health, each curve magnificently delineated thanks to the all natural Cyani diet and multiple trips to the spa where unnecessary fat was literally massaged from her body.

  “My dear,” he began, rising slowly from the pool.

  She shook her head. “Nuh, huh, buddy. No dissembling, no distraction.” She gestured at his tall, perfect blue body with its prominent erection. “Answer me.”

  Eyoen opened his mouth, but what he had to say was so contentious, so potentially horrible. He barely wanted to think about it, let alone articulate how it might affect them, how it might affect her.

  “The wings are related to the war.”

  He hung his head. Well, he’d never once doubted her intelligence.

  Cass sighed, her eyes closing briefly. “Jesus,” she whispered, and walked out.

  Eyoen did not immediately follow. What could he say? He did not want to confront the reality of war, to consider danger or the idea that something might happen to Cass, his brothers, or Goddess forbid, the King.

  His back began to itch again, and figuring it wouldn’t hurt to give her a bit of space, he went back into the pool for awhile.

  When he got out he found Cass abed. Thinking her asleep, he tip toed over and slid in. As was his custom he reached over and pulled her into his arms. She resisted.

  “Stop.”

  “You resist my touch?” He was shocked.

  “Answer my question, Eyoen. I don’t need you to protect me from the truth. I need you to trust me with it. I’m no shrinking violet. I need to know what’s going on so I can prepare myself for it. Maybe there’s something I can do to help.”

  “No,” he said firmly. “You will do nothing. Should war break out on the star you will remain safely behind the palace walls with my mother and sisters. That is non-negotiable.”

  Cass turned on him so fiercely he actually shrank back at the look on her face. “You,” she stabbed a finger into his chest. “Don’t get to tell me what to do. We ain’t married yet. I still run me, got it? And I already know your momma ain’t stayin’ nowhere but by your daddy’s side if some shit go down, and that’s where I’m gonna be, right by you.

  “And I don’t care nothin’ about you scowling and looking crazy either. If my safety, if my life, is in jeopardy, I’m at least gonna keep a ring side seat so I know who wins.”

  “Cass,” he began.

  “Save it, man. Focus your energy on growing those wings. That way, if something jumps off you can fly us both right out of the mix.”

  Mouth open, he watched as she left their suite, pulling one of his state robes over her naked body as she went. He moved to follow but she held up her traffic cop hand, and he subsided, pouting.

  Cass had been walking around the palace for more than an hour, occasionally muttering to herself as she peeked in doors and examined the portraits and family pictures that decorated the walls.

  “You sound angry, my dear.”

  She spun around and found the Queen.

  “I’m sorry if I disturbed you, Gegi.”

  “You didn’t. I can’t sleep either.”

  Cass smiled at her. “What’s wrong? The King getting on your nerves?”

  The Queen laughed heartily. “Yes. And I assume by the uncanny accuracy of your assessment, and the fact that you too are walking the halls whilst the house sleeps peacefully, that my son is getting on your nerves.”

  Cass sighed, rubbing a brow wrinkled with worry. “He means well, Gegi, but he’s got some terribly old-fashioned notions about a woman’s place. I just don’t understand him sometimes. He’s told me how close you and his father are, how much you’ve accomplished, how much you’ve helped since this shit heel demon Unjel, pardon me, ma’am, jumped crazy on everybody. But he doesn’t even want to discuss it with me. He’ll barely acknowledge the word war.”

  “His father was the same.”

  Cass hurrumphed. “Was? What did you do to straighten him out?”

  “I saved his life.”

  Cass eyebrows flew toward her hairline. “How? When? Does Eyoen know?”

  “My son does not know. No one does, except the King. And I expect you to keep this conversation between us.”

  Cass nodded emphatically, not liking the suddenly royal, don’t-even-think-about-crossing-me look that had come over her future mother-in-law’s face.

  “Have you seen the painting of my husband killing the dragon?”

  Cass nodded. The mural was beautiful. It was a monument on the star. Visitors came and took pictures in front of it.

  “He did not kill that dragon. I did.”

  Cass thought her eyes would pop out of her head. “How?”

  “I flew up and stabbed it in the neck with a spear.”

  Cass blinked. Then she frowned. “I thought only the King, Eyoen and his brothers had wings.”

  “That’s true. But I don’t need wings to fly. I discovered the ability that day. It was like one of those scenarios that happen occasionally on Earth where a human gains uncanny strength for a moment in order to save a life, to lift a car off a man, say.”

  “So, to save the King’s life, you flew?”

  The Queen nodded. “Not only did I fly, I manifested a spear and threw it more than 50 fit to hit a moving target covered with spiked armor.”

  The woman sounded terribly matter of fact, but Cass detected a hint of pride as the Queen recounted the tale.

  “Tell me,” Cass said, simply.

  “You’ve been told by the servant Rierdane that mated couples can adopt each others’ powers.”

  Cass nodded.

  “Well, as the years pass you too will grow stronger and adopt some of the royal traits. I am no royal by blood – there is only one family of aristocrats on the star – only by marriage, but as the years have passed I’ve developed the ability to do magic, my intuition has grown, as has my healing ability, and in that instant, to prevent my wounded husband from being crushed like a bug under the heel of a monster, I flew and took on the manner of a warrior. I suppose my spirit knew I could not take becoming a widow or having my children grow up without a father.”

  “Wow. Can you still do it? Fly, I mean?”

  The Queen rose into the air as gracefully as a bird taking flight, floated over to where Cass stood in front of a portrait of the family when the children were young, and plucked a flower from behind her ear.

  Cass laughed softly at the display of magic and shook her head, amazed as the Queen continued to hover.

  “Carlow convinced me that we had to tell the tale with him in the lead role to preserve my safety. The King thinks if someone knew that I had these abilities my life would be in danger.”

  “That someone migh
t kidnap you, or hold you for ransom.”

  “Yes, my dear. I take it Eyoen has already expressed his fears for you in that regard?”

  Cass nodded, rolling her eyes. “I don’t know why. I can’t fly, and I damn sure can’t make a flower come out of your ear. Pardon my French. The only thing I can do that’s in the least impressive is sing and play my guitar. And that’s only special to a select few.”

  “More than a select few, I think.”

  “Still, it ain’t magic. I just gave Eyoen a hard time for not letting me in, told him it was silly to keep me in the dark when there might be something I could do to help. But who am I kidding? I’m only human.” She threw her hands up. “I can’t believe I just used that cliché, and I meant it!” She shook her head.

  “I have another trait that I inherited from my husband.”

  “Oh?”

  The Queen nodded once. “I have the sight, my dear. That I have not even shared with the King.”

  Cass laughed and pantomimed locking her lips with a key. “I know why you keep that a secret.”

  The Queen smiled mysteriously. “Why?”

  “So you can keep tabs on everybody and see what’s going on without giving away your edge.”

  “Bingo, as they say on Earth. And I’ll tell you something else, my dear. You will have a major role to play in the upcoming war.”

  “Doing what?”

  The Queen frowned. “That I do not know, Cass. I wish I did.”

  Cass sighed deeply. “I wish you did too.”

  “My eldest daughter can also fly,” the Queen revealed.

  “Yeah?”

  “Yes. I discovered it after her baby tumbled over a cliff. She dove over the side after him, and the next thing I knew they were floating back up to where I stood.”

  “No one knows, I take it.”

  “That is correct. Another secret you must keep.”

  “Don’t you worry,” Cass promised. “I understand perfectly the need to keep ones’ cards close to the chest.”

  When she crept back into bed that night, Eyoen woke from a fitful sleep, if the state of the bed clothes was any indication, and asked, “Where were you?”

  “Talking to your mother.”

  There was silence. He hadn’t expected that.

  “Where did you think I was?”

  Again, silence.

  Cass laughed. “Did you really think I was up to no good? In your palace? Who was I supposed to frolic with, pray tell? One of your incredibly loyal, would die before they hurt you, servants? I know! One of your brothers, right?”

  Eyoen flopped face forward, hiding.

  “What’s with you tonight? Cat got your tongue?”

  There was a sad muffled sigh, and suddenly Cass found herself full of pity and understanding.

  “Poor blue demon,” she crooned, her deep voice full of amusement. “You must have forgotten,” she whispered, kissing him lavishly.

  Eyoen groaned and clutched her so close he squeezed out her breath before he positioned her under him. “You’re the most dreadful tease, my dear. Forgotten what exactly?”

  “This,” she whispered, pressing her naked breasts against his chest and rubbing until he groaned and pulled her so close a drop of water couldn’t run between them.

  The next kiss was full and sweet and so sexy, Cass forgot how angry she’d been earlier. She wanted nothing more than to drown in the wonderful feelings he created whenever she was snug in his arms.

  He whispered to her in Cyani as they made love, compliments for her breasts, her back, her hips, her thighs, the wet, hot place between her legs that clenched longingly when his long fingers rubbed expertly at her rapidly swelling clit. She sank deep into the spell he never failed to weave around her.

  Making love with her demon was like being reborn. Night after night, he wrung the most delicious sensations from her body. She’d tried to remember what making love had been like before him – to gain some perspective; surely nothing could be this good – but she honestly couldn’t. No man, not even poor, doomed Lee had made enough of an impression on her to supplant the intoxicating loving Eyoen put on her.

  No man had ever made her want to be fucked as hard as she was by this demon. When he wrapped his long fingers around her throat and whispered in her ear that she belonged to him, she answered yes without hesitation. When he grabbed both wrists in one big hand and teased her until tears ran from her eyes, she begged shamelessly for his possession. She thrilled at the triumphant look in his gold eyes even as she splayed her legs wide and gloried in the long, easy thrusts he gave before blowing her mind with the hard stuff.

  Cass had always known she had a secret kink to be dominated, but she’d never followed up on it. It hadn’t gelled with who she was as a woman in every other aspect of her life, and aside from a few stumbled upon discoveries in Lee’s arms, she’d never wanted to. Eyoen was an altogether different story.

  When they were in bed together, he could do anything he liked to her, and she’d happily acquiesce, reveling in his possession as he took liberties with her body she’d never allowed another. It made her come so hard when he got a little rough. She swore she could actually feel her blood sizzling in her veins when his control snapped bit by bit, and he had to struggle to rein himself in.

  If he was away from her for more than an hour it was as though the separation had lasted weeks. He’d yank her close, run his nose along the side of her throat, drink in her scent. He’d nip and suck at her flesh, everywhere. Nothing was ever neglected. He investigated each swathe of skin as though he had to discover the nuances of her body all over again. Her belly button was mysterious and deserving of long minutes of favor. The creases at her elbows and knees were licked and sniffed and laved.

  By the time he buried himself inside her body, her breasts were throbbing with ache from his tireless mouth. Her ass was pulsing with sensations from the rapid clenching of her flesh in his fists as he pulled her against a steel-like erection and rubbed until she came or begged him in deep, broken whimpers to have pity on her.

  He soaked up her pleas to fuck her, to make her feel good, to grant her some relief from the unrelenting pleasure that was his touch, his kiss, his long, perfectly honed body. She was like sunshine, he whispered, and he was proud of every one of her shudders, every restless movement, every enticing touch.

  Her entire skin would be sensitized, everything shivering and open for him, ready, creamy, heated and desperate. He just laughed when she tried to pull him into position, to pull him into her. He’d teased her with a thrust or two, only to back away and settle in to steal her breath with luxurious kisses and then give it back as he moved on to caress the next ravenous place on her body.

  She’d come twice, sometimes three times before he’d finally sink into her. She’d gasp in relief, and when she finally came back to herself, she knew she wanted it no other way.

  Sometimes Eyoen exhausted her. His appetite for her seemed inexhaustible.

  “Is it just the pheromones?” she dared to ask once, and was subjected to a punishment spanking.

  She’d gasped in outrage to find herself turned over his knee, but she took the five hard swats that made her butt burn and her pussy throb with longing. Afterwards he reached down between her legs and manipulated her sopping flesh until she climaxed around his fingers.

  “No,” he growled. “It’s not just my bloody pheromones. It’s honest desire, and don’t you ever again suggest anything different, do you understand?”

  Cass hesitated a moment before answering, for no other reason than she needed to catch her breath after that bone rattling orgasm. But he saw it as defiance and tossed her off his lap and onto her back before settling himself between her legs and licking her until she was practically insensible, tears once again rolling from her eyes.

  “You’re mine forever,” he promised her, caging her in his arms, tangling their limbs and subduing any effort from her to disengage from him in any way. “When we’re free of
this threat I’m going to marry you in front of the entire star. I’ll crown you a princess of the realm, and as soon as we are blessed you will have my child. Then I shall take you back to Earth and we will wed all over again.”

  Cass just listened, half dozing, exhausted from his loving but unable to resist him when he inevitably reached for her again. He whispered how much he adored touching her, how her warmth soothed him, and her voice. Well. Her voice, he said, could rescue him from any hell on any planet or star in the universe. All she had to do to cocoon him in safety and sincerity was to tell him that she loved him.

  She believed him. She only had to touch him to feel his need for her traveling the tall length of his body as he arched beneath her engaging fingers.

  Often he wouldn’t let her touch him, at least not until he’d been partially sated. He said her touch drove him out of his head, and he needed to keep some control if only to love her properly.

  But sometimes Cass didn’t want him to love her properly. In those moments she would maneuver him onto his back and touch and taunt him unmercifully, evading all of his attempts to take control of her. She’d suck his cock until he was shuddering, unable to maintain his position on his elbows to watch her as he liked. He’d end up on his back writhing, head tossing, hands buried in her hair pleading with her to finish him.

  “Not yet,” she’d say in Cyani, her sucking slowing until he regained some semblance of mind, only to speed up and destroy him all over again.

  Eventually, after she’d played the back it up game two or three times, he’d take over, thrusting into her body like he couldn’t wait another moment to possess her.

  “You’re so deliciously evil, my dear, what you do to me. I think you’re trying to kill me with pleasure. But what a way to go,” he groaned, and she laughed at his use of the popular cliché.

  He, of course, would often pull such knowledge from her mind, and he’d laugh, but the laughter was soon buried beneath his gasping moans. She’d clenched her inner muscles around him, and he’d fuck her hard, her legs up, captive over his arms because he needed to be deep, to thrust hard before they both detonated like a love themed firecracker in one anothers’ arms.