His Absolute Insistence: A Scandalous Billionaire Love Story (Jessika, #2)

by du Lys, Cerys

  The wisp, though, it didn't know her. It had no reason to be kind to her, except for perhaps not wanting to displease the Demon King. Even still, it could have said nothing at all.

  "I do like to sing," Solace said, offhandedly.

  "I would like to hear it," the wisp chimed.

  More wisps zoomed forth. They surrounded her in a cloud of light and sparkles and rushed at her. Solace screamed, confused, afraid for her life except she felt no pain. The wisps launched themselves at her, into her, and then... through her? It was very odd and strange and alarming, but otherwise not too terrible. No pain or hurt or anything more than a slight tingle.

  She laughed, curious and intrigued. And then her clothes fell away in shreds.

  Her dress, stripped into tatters by the piercing light of the wisps, scattered to the ground along with her panties and her bra. Her shoes exploded into a starburst of leather fragments, completely unrecognizable anymore. Solace stood in the room, naked.

  "What are you...?" she started to ask, but the wisps gave her no time to finish.

  One of them leaped into her mouth, disappearing down her throat, then more shimmied into her nose. She heard the tinkling of a few of them vanishing into her ears, and sparkles of light as one, then another, shimmered into her eyes. She could see still, and breathe, and hear, but they were going inside of her and it scared her. She tried to move, to run away, but something stopped her.

  "Do not worry," a wisp sang inside her head. "We will not hurt you."

  Her hand moved without her telling it to. It grabbed the edge of the table and pulled her on top of it. Her feet did much the same, helping her lift herself up. She crawled across the pillows and then lay on her back on the cushioned table. Feeling everything, and watching herself do it, she was entirely unable to stop it or do anything about it.

  Her eyes widened and she tried to scream, but something tickled her throat and forced her to stop.

  "No, no," the first wisp said. "Keep still. Do not be scared."

  The wisps inside her eased her body down, helping her relax. Even while controlling her every motion, she sensed they wanted her to actually feel relaxed, too. She felt soft touches all along her body, like gentle feathers caressing her skin. Invisible fingers brushed through her hair and teased her eyelids closed. Solace softened and lay there of her own accord, languishing in the soft touches.

  She'd never been pampered before, and so she didn't really understand what was going on. She liked it, very much so, but it was entirely new to her. Gentle, soft, like a million little kisses all across her body. Is this what lost travelers felt before dying in the swamps, she wondered? If so, she could somewhat understand why they didn't try harder to escape. There were likely far worse ways to die.

  The first wisp shifted above her, floating. She had her eyes closed and couldn't see it, but she sensed it somehow. The wisps inside her knew where it was and what it was doing, and so she knew, too. The wisp skittered closer to her, touching her belly button with tendrils of light. It tickled lower, lower still, and before she realized it, it pressed against her exposed sex.

  Solace panicked and snapped her eyes open, but one of the wisps inside her forced them shut again.

  "Shh," all the wisps said. "Shh."

  The first wisp wiggled against her lower lips. It tickled and teased against her sensitive skin, rubbing against her folds and skirting around her clit. It excited her in an odd, confusing way. She couldn't stop this, and yet she didn't know if she wanted to, either. She didn't even know what it was doing.

  The wisp wriggled around, playing with her body, then it fitted itself inside her. Large, almost impossibly so at first, but then less and less. The wisp disappeared inside her slit, leaving shining light in its wake, spreading out of her and into her.

  Solace gasped, and the wisps let her. She clutched at the pillows on the table, unsure what exactly she was feeling. Exciting feelings, arousing ones, fluttering through her stomach and the core of her body. The other wisps inside her continued their gentle, caressing kisses, coaxing her body into relaxing. In contrast to that, the wisp between her legs seemed like it wanted her to do anything but relax.

  Light spread throughout her, pressing against her inner walls. The wisp poked and prodded, exploring inside her, sneaking this way and that and testing her. It pushed, harder, harder, until it found one spot in particular and pushed very hard.

  She heard it speaking, talking to the others. "Let her sing."

  Completely unexpected, catching her off guard entirely, a rush of heady pleasure soared through her. The wisp rubbed and pushed against her pleasure spots, both inside and out, gentle yet persistent. Her climax rushed forth, beckoned by the wisps when she hadn't even known it existed before this. True, she'd had orgasms before, mostly on her own, but they never came so easily.

  Her mouth opened wide and nonsense sputtered forth. Gibberish, whatever, the unknown cries of a woman in the midst of passion, all jumbled and mixing together. Solace bucked her hips up, grinding her crotch against empty air, caught up in climax.

  "I like it," one wisp said.

  "Yes, it is good," another agreed.

  "Is there more?"

  "Let's find out," the first wisp suggested.

  When her orgasm was about to stop, to drift into lesser waves of pleasure, the wisp raised her back up. Solace arched her back and the wisp inside her lifted the center of her body into the air. Her feet dangled against the pillows, toes teasing the fabric of the blankets. She muttered incoherent gibberish while the wisp pleasured her.

  It was, she thought, like a million tiny fingers. Inside her, outside her, each with their own motions, toying with her. A hundred on her clit, rubbing back and forth, soft and needy, then more playing with the folds of her pussy, massaging her lower lips in rhythmic circular motions. Hundreds inside, moving in and out, almost like loving penetration, but tenfold. Squeezing and pressing into her, past any resistance she might have ever had, and showing her pleasure she'd never known.

  As she spasmed uncontrollably on the table, the wisp delved deeper. It slithered up and inside of her, moving further and further, until a part of it snaked into her womb. That sensation was the oddest of all, though it didn't hurt. Just a peek, exploration, and then the wisp slithered out and attended to her desires once more.

  Solace sang. Whatever she sang, some wordless song, the wisps adored it. They cherished her and praised her skills and urged her to continue. More.

  The first wisp chided them after she began coming down from her second orgasm, though. The wisp slinked out of her, poking past her labia and leaving her feeling dreadfully filled once more. Then, as quick as that, it popped out of her. The other wisps left, too, fluttering through her and coming out the same way they came in. Bursts of light gleamed out of her nose, her mouth, her eyes, and her ears.

  Solace lay sweating on the heap of pillows and blankets on the table while the swarm of wisps flew over her. They watched her and tinkled, singing songs about her and telling her she was very, very good.

  "Thank you," she said, whispering.

  "You have to get up, though," the first wisp said. "The Demon King will want to see you soon. He waits."

  Remembering her reason for being here, remembering the townspeople's hatred and remembering her fear, she tensed up and said, "I'm scared."

  "Do not be scared," the wisp said. "I have seen. I have checked. You will be a good mother. Bastion will like you."

  Everything clicked and she understood now. Pleasure, yes, and orgasms on her part, but that wasn't the purpose of the wisp's possession. They needed to check her for the Demon King. For Bastion. For...

  She remembered Levi's words.

  "The Demon King's going to fuck you raw and fill your belly with some monster baby. Except it's not birth you go through, it's being eaten from the inside out. That demonspawn's going to gnaw at your insides once it grows. Slow at first, until it gets hungrier and hungrier, then it's going to pop out one day, e
at right through your stomach, and devour the rest of you as its first meal."

  "No," Solace said, shaking her head, scared. "I don't want to go. I can't. Please don't make me."

  The wisps offered no consolation. "We will help you dress. We will bring you."

  They lifted her up, stretching her arms out to the sides. She floated in the air, carried by the wisps, knowing what it must feel like to fly. In the afterglow of her orgasms and the shock of her flight, she gasped and remained still, soaking it all in.

  They carried her past the curtain and into a small side room. Here there were open chests filled to the brim with frills and lace. One of the wisps picked out a pair of stockings and floated them over to her, while another chose a pair of panties, and another fetched a bra. The wisps set to work dressing her, fitting the stockings onto her legs. The panties slid up and covered her crotch, then they expertly snapped the bra into place around her breasts. Curiously, she noticed everything she now wore matched. Lacy and white and soft against her skin, like a tight embrace.

  The wisps admired their handiwork and tinkled something akin to happy agreement. More of them went to another chest and retrieved a comb and brushed her hair. Honey gold curls bounced down and then leapt up. A couple more found a necklace and placed it reverently around her neck, adding it next to her own leather cord and silver coin. The first wisp dragged a full length mirror towards her so she could inspect herself.

  Solace stared in the mirror, shocked. Soft, sensuous curves accentuated by the lace and frill of the wisp's undergarments, then the sparkle of gems across her throat. She swallowed hard and the necklace shifted, the gems moving slightly and reflecting glints of light through the mirror. Her hand went to her throat and she instinctively toyed with the silver coin between her fingers while staring at her reflection.

  This can't be me, Solace thought. She did think she was somewhat pretty, but not this much. A shine of sweat covered her body, making her look as if she were glowing in the wisp's light. Like an angel, she imagined.

  Not, she thought, like a Demon King's bride. Or, exactly like one if he wanted an innocent woman to corrupt and torture and ravage into submission.

  "No," she pleaded when the wisps lifted her off the ground after her self-inspection. "Please. Please, no."

  "Bastion will like you," the first wisp said, then nothing more.

  They carried her into a room adjacent to the one that looked like the den in a log cabin. This room had lit torches lining the walls every few feet making the wisplight less necessary. At one end of the room was an actual bed crafted from dark wood with a mattress big enough to fit five people. Bureaus and dressers and side tables and a pair of chairs seated alongside a pedestal table lay scattered around other parts of the room. And there was a door besides the one the wisps brought her through, currently closed.

  The wisps carried her to the bed, tossed her onto it, then vanished as quickly as they came. Solace had no time to convince herself to run away before the other door opened and a man stepped inside.

  He wore a coal black doublet atop a stark white shirt, with pants sewn of ebon silk. His dark leather boots shone bright in the torchlight and he had a flowing slate grey cloak draped across his shoulders. He closed the doors then undid the clasp of the cloak and let it fall at the entrance of the room like a welcoming mat. Striding towards the bed, he stood at the foot of it and stared at her.

  His features were striking and far too perfect. Solace couldn't look away, was drawn towards him. He had sharp, angular cheeks and pale skin. His eyes glimmered red like fiery embers, like passion personified. Perfectly straight, dark hair framed his face and fell to the top of his shoulders. He eyed her, looking displeased.

  "Undress, if you will," he said.

  She stared at him, looked him straight in the eyes, gathering the courage to do what she intended to do.

  He looked at her, indifferent, waiting for her to do as he said. "Well?"

  "No," she said, barely a whisper. "I won't."

  The faintest hint of a smile curled his lips upward and his eyes twinkled with amusement. "Excuse me. What did you say?"

  "I..." Did she really want to do this? Did she want to risk his wrath? "I don't want to."

  "Which is it?" he asked. "You won't, or you don't want to?"

  "Please," she said, "don't mock me."

  "I'm not mocking you," he said. "Actually, this is refreshing. Are you hungry?"

  "You're mocking me!" she said, huffy.

  "I am not," he said, "mocking you. Are you," he added, "hungry?"

  "You're treating me like a child. I'm a grown woman."

  "If you don't want to be treated like a child, then stop acting like one. Are you hungry or not?"

  "I am," she said quietly, blushing at his admonishment.

  "Good. Would you like some clothes?"

  "You just told me to undress and now you want me to dress?"

  "I like you," he said, smirking. "I'm Bastion. What's your name?"

  "Solace," she said. "My name is Solace."

  "A pleasure making your acquaintance," the Demon King said with a flourish and a bow. "I am beginning to think this will be very fun."

  Solace didn't know what he meant by that, but she didn't think it was anything good. In fact, she was rather sure it wasn't.

  ~*~

  You can find the rest of this story here: The Monster Within: Elemental Love (The Complete Series)

  Sample (Spice)

  Please enjoy this sample from the coming of age fantasy romance novel, "Princess Miri," by Cerys du Lys

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  The princess was, by all accounts, a bitch. The king would never admit it of his daughter, actively punished those who said it openly, but everyone knew it. Princess Miri knew what people said about her, but she shrugged it off as jealousy.

  Though who wouldn't be jealous of her? She had the most splendid blond hair that ended in little curls falling halfway down her back. Her father bought her the best cosmetics in the kingdom and her handmaidens toiled to bring her appearance to perfection(though it wasn't that far away to begin with). And if she didn't look particularly brilliant one day? Well, someone was about to lose their job. Whether it be the girl who smudged her lipstick(then fixed, but it was smudged in the first place), the boy who'd interrupted her two minutes before she planned to wake to tell her breakfast would be late, or the gardener outside her window who pruned the bushes just a tad too loud, she would have them fired.

  And so no one really liked her, which she found perfectly fine. Why should she stoop to their levels just to gain some positive personal regard? She wouldn't, she shouldn't, and she didn't.

  Because of this, it came as quite a surprise when, for her eighteenth birthday(albeit months late, which she wrote a harsh reply note about), she received a present. It came with a pretty bow on top and a leash around its neck.

  Her father wanted her to get rid of it, said it wasn't appealing. She would be the judge of that, though.

  "And anyways, daddy," she said. "If someone complains, just be rid of them."

  From that day forth, the King made it known that anyone who found Miri's new pet troll anything but delightful company would pay the consequences.

  Miri loved her troll. She brought it everywhere with her. The leash was mostly unnecessary, but sometimes she put a pink satin collar around his neck and had someone tie a bit of lace to it so she could tout him around like a common dog. He was a little too tall to go some places, standing nearly twice her height at a good ten feet, but she could bring him most everywhere outdoors, into her new room(she asked her father to evict the chamberlain, since his room was larger, so she could keep her pet with her at all times), and the dining hall and main reception area.

  Her pet troll did everything she asked, too. A letter came along with him by courier stating such. In fancy script, the tramp daughter of the Lord and Lady Millicent put in a list of what he could do. Which was to say he would do anything she asked, but he could
n't speak more than in grunts and grumbles. Now, Miri wondered why Fleur would give her a gift after she'd just stolen her boyfriend, but at the bottom of the note in postscript the little Millicent girl said it was her way of apology. Yes, of course that made sense; even if Fleur was dating Roy first, she should have known Miri would want him once she turned eighteen.

  Anyways, Roy lavished her with praise and her father bestowed gifts upon him for it, which was how it should be. Fleur didn't really deserve a boy to worship any part of her, let alone date her, so Miri could totally understand why the other girl would realize this and apologize.

  It just made sense.

  That's how it went. She named her pet troll Thump, because his feet pounded against the heavy stones of the castle floor when she walked him around. At first she took joy in just marching through the castle with Thump in tow, relishing the looks of shock turned to quick smiles whenever she glanced someone's way. They didn't like Thump, she could tell, but that was most of the fun of it. Her father made them like Thump.

  That wore off, though. No one even cared when Thump wandered the castle anymore. She tried sending him off alone with strict instructions, following in secret behind him to see the reactions, but everyone acted nice enough to him once they got used to him.

  Yawn. Boring. How dull. Really now? He just broke that girl's vase and splattered muddy water all over the floor! Someone should get upset, but no one did.

  So she took to harassing Thump himself. This didn't work so well. Thump showed little reaction, merely watched her and waited for her to say something. She punished him for trivial matters, finding a strapping young man to hit Thump across the back with a leather belt. The man doing the hitting winced more than Thump, sure that imminent death would come at any moment.

  Death never came. Thump never winced. He waited for Miri's orders, and that was it.

  She needed something else to do to get a rise out of him, and she found it one day. The old chamberlain's room had a bathing room attached directly to it, with a deep claw foot bathtub in the center. She liked to take baths sometimes, so she would fill up the tub with water from a neat faucet contraption then dump loads of bubble soap into it. One time while doing this she forgot a towel, though. Annoying, that.