by Cynthia Sax
The wings dropped to the floor. Julian’s eyes didn’t flicker, his focus on her face. Larissa unbuttoned her blouse, flashing the tops of her lace-covered curves before covering up once more.
Julian’s big hands clenched the arms of his chair, all of his attention on her, looking at her as a male looked at a desirable woman. She skipped along the stage, her skirt flouncing higher and higher, wiggling her ass and playing to the crowd, enjoying the hoots and hollers, before she returned to him. Red shimmered over his tanned skin, his demon provoked.
Larissa smiled, pleased by his lack of control, and she turned, standing with her back facing him, her legs braced apart. She bent over, swooped down with her arms, touched the stage, and her skirt pulled up, cool air wafting on her upper thighs. As she straightened, she glanced over one shoulder. Julian’s hands were gripped in tight fists.
She unbuttoned her blouse and shrugged the white chiffon off her shoulders. The males in the audience whistled and bellowed at her to take it all off, wanting to see her naked flesh and her small breasts. Their demands, their need stimulated her.
Larissa wouldn’t be rushed. This dance was for Julian and Julian alone, and he required more teasing, more tempting, as punishment for years of neglecting her.
She undulated as she bent her knees, lowering her body, her thighs open yet facing away from Julian so he couldn’t see between them. He breathed heavily through his nose, his big chest heaving. Can he smell how wet I am? How aroused?
She dropped the blouse to the stage, clasped her bra-covered breasts in her hands, and turned. Every male in the room, including Julian, stared at her hands, lusting for a look at her flat chest, and a womanly power filled Larissa.
She lifted her hands, flashed one breast and then the other, giving them glimpses of her bra. Julian’s lips pulled tight into a grimace. Larissa shifted her palms downward and cupped her curves, the bra’s white lace strategically placed to conceal her nipples.
Demon claws sprang from Julian’s hands, and she inhaled sharply, stimulated by the ferocity of his desire. She pinched and played with her nipples as she swayed to the music, grinding up and down.
“Holy fuck.” Julian stared at Larissa, his every wet dream come true. She moved the way he always knew she could move, her body rippling with the music as she danced for him and him alone, her gaze holding his.
Every male was enraptured, her innocence intoxicatingly unique in the den of depravity, the musk of her arousal layering over the stench of cum and spilled alcohol. Part of him wanted to hide her from the world, keeping her beauty for himself. Another part of him was proud. This was his female, his mate, responsible for the audience members’ erections.
“Keep to the plan, Julian,” Valens advised. “Don’t allow her to distract you. Trajan first; then your mate.”
“Fuck Trajan.” Julian tracked the swivel of Larissa’s hips, glimpsing flashes of virginal white silk under her obscenely short skirt. “He’s yours. I’m done with playing Magnus’s games.” The only being he now answered to danced upon the stage, the high heels of her shiny leather boots tapping to the beat. My angel.
Larissa toyed with her bra straps, sliding them along her pale shoulders, the movement lifting her small breasts, the lace barely concealing her pink nipples. Julian’s horns broke the skin on his forehead, his demon raging against his inner cage.
“Take it off, sweet cheeks,” Trajan yelled, the demon looming dangerously close to the stage. Julian growled his disapproval. Trajan’s beady-eyed gaze shifted to him, and the demon smirked.
“Fuck.” Julian leaned forward in his chair. If Trajan touched Larissa, he’d rip the demon’s skull from his neck.
“Discreet, Julian.” Valens placed his cool hand on Julian’s shoulder. “Don’t start a war.”
Larissa turned, facing away from them, and she ground down into a slow sexy crouch, her skirt swishing back and forth, back and forth, the hem dancing around her long legs.
“I said take it off.” Trajan lurched forward and grabbed a handful of the ruffled fabric, ripping the skirt away, daring to touch Julian’s mate.
“No!” Julian bellowed as he lunged forward, shifting fully into demon form, his body expanding, his claws extending, his horns curling toward the ceiling.
He raked his claws over Trajan’s neck, slicing his partially shifted head from his body, delivering justice and death with one swipe of his big hands. Trajan’s skull bounced, spraying blood into the air.
“Mine!” Julian roared his claim as the demon’s torso toppled to the floor. Larissa stared at him with wide eyes, her lithe form frozen in place, the scent of arousal, not fear, radiating from her body. She wore white thong panties, a teeny tiny bra, and nothing else, her legs endless and shapely and her stomach lined with muscles. Julian’s huge demon cock hardened.
Around them, women screamed, chairs and tables overturned, and glass broke. Demons wailed, vowing revenge, their rage feeding Julian’s.
Bring it on. Julian turned, swinging his razor-tipped tail. He stood protectively in front of his mate, prepared to defend her with every ounce of his being. Trajan’s demon minions flew toward him, screeching with fury, their claws unsheathed.
Valens and Bonosus, in demon form, followed them, penning the demons in, allowing none to escape Julian’s anger. He fully unfettered his rage demon, granting him free rein to hurt and kill.
Julian spun, ripping flesh with his clawed feet, slicing blood vessels with his tail. He funneled years of sexual frustration into guarding Larissa, harnessing the strength of his fury. She is mine. He gouged out a demon’s eyeballs, popping them like grapes in his big hands. No one will harm her. He sliced open a demon’s stomach, releasing his entrails. Blood and gore speckled his red skin, hot and messy and real.
He fought until none of Trajan’s demons breathed, and then he crunched their spines under his big feet, the battle over too quickly, his rage not yet dissipated. Julian glared at the rest of the room, his chest heaving, and even Valens, that cold-blooded ice demon, gazed at him with new respect.
“Julian.” Larissa placed her hands on Julian’s back, and he jerked, the contact jarring. “Shhh… it’s okay.” She petted his heated demon skin, soothing him. “They’re dead. You’ve killed them all.”
“He touched you.” Julian turned and carefully pulled her toward him, her tiny human form dwarfed by his demon body.
“I know.” Larissa stroked his chest, her touch setting off tremors of pleasure. “I know. He shouldn’t have done that. Everyone knows I’m yours.”
“Julian,” Bonosus barked. “This is some bad shit. Magnus will be pissed. We have to do some serious containment or we’ll have a war on our hands.”
Julian growled, unable to think about anything other than Larissa.
“I should talk to Cyra and Tempest,” Larissa murmured, not moving away from Julian. “They’ll be scared.”
“Tempest is here?” Valens’s voice was edged with a raw emotion Julian had never heard an ice demon express. “Shit.” Feet slapped against the hardwood floor as the two demons rushed to find their mates.
“I thought that would do it.” Larissa gazed up at Julian, a small smile on her beautiful face. “There’s more to the dance, you know,” she whispered, her voice reviving his lust. “Would you like to see it?”
“I will see it, angel.” Julian swung her off the stage and into his arms, her curves fitting perfectly against his muscle. He stalked toward the back rooms.
“The blue room is empty.” Saffron frowned as her demon employees righted a table. “Don’t worry about the clean up out here. I’ll take care of it.”
“Thank you.” Julian changed direction, heading to the blue room. Larissa rested her cheek against his bare chest, her fingers splayed over his skin as though she had claimed him. Everyone knows I’m yours. He grinned, remembering her words. And I’m hers.
Chapter Three
Larissa caressed Julian’s demon cheeks, calming him, as he stalked with her
into the aptly named blue room and kicked the door closed behind them. He’d released much of his rage upon the demons, expressing his power in a pussy-moistening display of dominance, and now he’d fuck her. She wiggled in his arms, brushing her bare ass against his naked skin.
Julian sat down on a navy blue leather chair, settling her on one giant thigh. She glanced down at the demon cock rising like a pillar between them, and she wet her lips, her tongue darting over her flesh.
“Gods, Larissa.” Julian groaned, capturing her face between his big hands. “I tried to do the right thing, waiting until your dad gave us his approval, but there’s only so much a demon can take.”
He smashed his lips against hers, the impact stealing her breath and overwhelming her flimsy defenses. His mouth was hot, his lips firm, and his tongue unstoppable. She opened to him and he surged inside, claiming her mouth, tasting of fire and brimstone, violence and passion, love and rage.
Larissa clung to Julian’s shoulders, his muscles rippling under her fingertips, as he ravished her mouth, revealing a mind-blowing depth of desire. He pulled her closer, swinging her legs around so she straddled him, her silk-covered pussy pressed snugly against his demon cock, only that thin layer of fabric dividing them.
“That’s it, angel.” He kneaded her ass cheeks with his hands, encouraging her to move against him. “I’m too hard to shift. Let me come first in demon form so I can claim your sweet pussy as a human.”
“Do you want me to dance for you?” She undulated, rubbing her breasts against his chest and her pussy against his shaft, arousal building inside her. “Will you touch yourself as I dance? Will you stroke that big cock for me?” She skimmed her hands along his length, his blood pulsing against the thin skin.
“Gods.” He shuddered, his big shoulders shaking.
“A striptease is as much teasing as it is stripping.” Larissa, remembering Saffron’s advice, gave Julian a sultry smile. She rocked farther and farther away from her demon, her legs spread wide, open to him yet separated by distance.
“See how wet I am for you, Julian?” She stroked her white silk panties, the fabric soaked with her juices. Julian breathed heavily, his nostrils flaring, and he clasped his huge cock with both of his big hands.
“I’m so slick and tight, needy for your cock.” Larissa rose to her feet, rippling her body in sensuous waves and running her palms along her breasts and between her legs, touching herself.
“Needy in every hole.” She turned and bent over, brazenly shaking her ass cheeks in his face, his breath blowing hot on her skin. “Would you like to pound me from behind?” Larissa brushed her ass against his cock, his precum leaving a trail across her curves. “Drip your cum between my ass cheeks?”
“Larissa.” Her big strong demon whimpered.
I have power. She straightened, playing with the thigh straps of her thong as she swiveled her hips, dancing to the music in her mind. I am the daughter of a lust demon, the willing pupil of a succubus, and the mate of a rage demon.
“Are you stroking yourself, Julian?” She gathered her hair in her hands, lifted the tendrils, and released. “I don’t hear the sound of palm against hard cock. You are hard for me, aren’t you?”
“Hard as hell,” he rumbled. Skin slid against skin.
“Good.” She glanced over her shoulder. Julian yanked on his cock viciously, abusing his shaft with hard, cruel pulls. “Because I don’t want your cum between my ass cheeks.” Larissa jiggled her ass, and his face darkened. “I want you to cover my breasts with your demon seed.”
She reached behind her and unhooked her bra. “I want you to grind your cum into my skin.” Larissa slowly shrugged the straps over one shoulder and then the other. “I want to smell of you.” The scrap of lace and silk fell to the floor. She crossed her arms over her small breasts. “So all of the other demons know I’m yours.” She turned to face him.
“Larissa, I’m close,” Julian growled, his jaw clenched, his knuckles white around his shaft.
She dropped to her knees before him, the floor surprisingly soft. “Do you have enough cum to cover both breasts?” She cupped her curves, her nipples painfully tight. “Or do I have to choose between this one?” She lifted one breast, rubbing her nipple against his cockhead. “Or this one?” She did the same with her other breast.
“Fuck, Larissa. I can’t --” His body jerked, his hips thrust upward, and a jet of hot cum spurted from his tip onto her breast.
“Larissa!” he roared, pumping the air with his hips, his cock gushing a torrent of cum. He came and came and came, bathing her in his essence, covering her breasts with his seed.
“Fuck.” Julian shifted to human form, his red skin calming to a more human golden brown, his horns and claws and tail retracting, his form reducing in size.
“Come here.” Julian reached for Larissa, the sweet little virgin he’d worried about introducing to sex. “Hell on fire.” He pulled her into his lap, his cock reviving instantly with her touch. “How did you learn how to move like that, talk like that?” The sexy, dirty words coming out of her innocent mouth had decimated his control.
“We’ve been taking lessons. I did well at most of them. Except for…” She worried her bottom lip with her teeth.
“Except for?” Julian rubbed his cum into her skin, branding her with his scent, ensuring she smelled of him and only him.
“I didn’t like whips or chains or the way the demon cried for mercy.” She shuddered, her pert breasts bouncing. “Saffron assured me he liked it, but I don’t think I could ever hurt you.” Her brown-eyed gaze met his. “Unless you need that to get off, and in that case --”
“I don’t,” he assured her, the thought of his little mate beating him, a rage demon, alarming. “All I need is you to get me off.” He pressed his lips against Larissa’s, stroking into her, savoring the sweet taste of her mouth. She moaned, her sound of surrender an exhilarating aphrodisiac.
He rolled her pink nipples between his fingers as they kissed, and she wiggled closer to him, pressing the crotch of her virginal white panties against his cock, her wetness sliding along his skin, the scent of her arousal permeating the air.
Julian wanted, needed to soak his shaft with her juices. He ruthlessly snapped the thin band of lace and pushed the scraps of silk aside. A narrow strip of dark hair covered her mons, directing him to her pink pussy lips.
He stroked into her wet warmth, skimming her sensitive flesh with his fingers, and she moaned into his mouth, riding his hand, rewarding him with more moisture, more heat. Julian circled her clit, and she twitched and wiggled, trying to get away from him.
He wouldn’t allow her to escape, clamping one big hand down on her ass, pinning her between his palm and his cock, swallowing her love noises with his mouth. Her fingers curled around his shoulders, her fingernails biting into his skin, the pain exquisite.
He pushed his index finger into her, and her body gripped him, her pussy impossibly tight. Julian pumped her, adding one, then two more fingers as she loosened, accepting his invasion, accepting him.
She thrust her tongue into his mouth, and he matched her beat, thrusting his fingers into her pussy to the same tempo, allowing her to set the pace. She drove her tongue into him harder and faster, and he did the same with his fingers, shaking her body, her juices oozing into his palm, running in streams down his arm.
Larissa panted, her body trembling, her thighs shaking, her pussy tightening around him. Julian grinned against her lips, ravishing her relentlessly, pushing her closer to fulfillment.
She shook her mouth free of his, gulping air. “Julian, please.”
“Come for me, angel.” He dragged his lips over her jaw and down her neck. She arched her back, writhing against him, her beautiful face flushed. “Come for me, now.” He tapped her clit with his thumb.
“Julian!” she screamed, his name on her lips the most arousing sound Julian had ever heard in all of his long existence, and she bucked, clenching and unclenching his fingers with he
r inner walls.
“I’ve got you.” Julian held Larissa, watching her face as she reveled in the orgasm, her eyes dazed, her cheeks pink, and her mouth open. This delightful creature is mine. He pulled her to him and brushed his lips over her forehead.
She stilled, gazing up at him with an adorable expression resembling wonder. “Julian?”
He sighed, knowing the next lesson in seduction wouldn’t be as delightful for his innocent mate. “Take me inside you, Larissa.” Julian lifted her above his hard cock. She swallowed, her throat convulsing, and she positioned him at her entrance. “That’s it.” He eased her downward, groaning as her tight pussy squeezed his cockhead. She whimpered, and he winced, wishing he could take this pain for her.
“Faster,” she begged, her voice thin.
With one hard thrust, Julian impaled her upon his hard shaft, breaching her virginal barrier and filling her narrow passage. Larissa screamed, carving her fingernails into his skin, struggling to be free of him.
“It is done.” Julian soothed her as she often soothed his rage demon. He petted her back, murmuring comforting nonsense into her ear, ignoring his need to move, to fuck, to come once more.
They stayed motionless. Larissa’s face nuzzled into Julian’s neck, her breasts flattened against his chest, and her pussy enveloped his cock, holding him as he held her. Julian gritted his teeth, his body’s yearning to thrust warring with his heart’s wish to comfort his mate.
Her body relaxed around him. Larissa gently rocked her hips, the shallow slide delightfully arousing. Julian forced himself to remain still, allowing her to drive the motion, not wishing to cause her any additional pain.
She pulled on his shoulders, leveraging off his muscles, rising and falling upon him, his cockhead pushing in and out of her tight pussy. “Too small.” Larissa huffed, her face twisted with frustration.
“You’re perfect, made for me.” Julian scattered kisses along her neck, pressed his lips against her jugular, tasting the salt of her skin.
“If I was made for you, I’d have longer legs,” she grumbled, climbing up his chest, her fingernails leaving a stinging trail of red. “Because I can’t fuck you hard enough to please me.”