“Your nipples are hard.”
He winced at his blunt words. What the hell was wrong with him? He was letting her body distract him when he should be wrapping his cloak around her body and dragging her away from Bacchus and his depraved party. Reaching for the gold clasp at his throat he began to do just that.
“I know,” she said, jutting her chin out at him. “They tend to get that way around you.”
The cloak almost slipped from his fingers at her response. He clenched his jaw at the sound of Bacchus chuckling behind him.
“You shouldn’t say things like that,” he told her.
“And why is that?” she asked.
Placing a hand on her hip, she tilted her head and stared at him, her dark eyes blinking up at him in an innocent flutter. He wasn’t fooled. Narrowing his eyes, he firmed his grip on the material in his hands, and with a flick of his wrists, draped the heavy garment around her shoulders.
“Because you don’t realize that you’re asking for something you’re not ready for,” he said.
“What if I do?”
“You don’t.”
Securing the clasp around her neck and gathering the sides of the material around her shoulders, Alphonse felt some measure of calm return as her curves disappeared from view.
Her hands closed on top of his, stilling his movements.
“They all see me as a desirable woman,” she said.
Her dark eyes flashed a bright red before slipping back to their natural brown in gradual shades. Before he could react to her anger, a quick look of sadness crossed her face. Before he could examine it further, she schooled her features and pushed his hands away.
“Dora—”
He said her name in warning, his jaw clenching as she stepped away from him. She unclasped the cloak and let it fall to the floor.
“Maybe one of them is willing to touch me instead of acting like I’ll break—”
“Enough”
His yell echoed through the hall, the force of it making the crowd blink at them, signs of sobriety finally lighting their eyes.
Self-preservation would do that.
They all understood what would happen if he lost his temper, the harm he could cause—all except the foolish woman in front of him. She didn’t even pause in her retreat.
“Alphonse, you’re ruining the party.”
Alphonse didn’t turn his head at Bacchus’s complaint.
“Be lucky I consider you a friend and don’t tear you apart where you stand,” he said to Bacchus.
His friend snorted.
“You used to be so much more fun. No wonder Dora came out to play. She’s probably been bored out—”
With a flick of his tail, he knocked Bacchus to the floor.
“Gods damn it Alphonse!”
“Shut up Bach.”
He ignored the whine of his friend and kept his focus trained on Dora as she continued to sashay her sexy ass away from him. Her long, blood-red hair swished across her back with each step.
She paused at one of the overflowing tables and looked over her shoulder at him.
“Leave him alone Alphonse. It isn’t his fault you don’t want me,” she said before grabbing a bottle of wine from the tabletop.
She took a deep swig of the liquid before swinging the container between her fingers, and continuing her saunter across the room.
Alphonse stared after her in disbelief.
Not want her?
He ached for her. Even now his instincts warred with the need to get her out of the hall, against the need to throw her to the ground, wrap her thick thighs around his hips and fuck her into submission.
Alphonse continued staring after Dora, perplexed at her behavior. She stopped in front of a lower nightmare demon, raised her arms over her head, and began to dance. The curling tips of her hair slid across her lower back and upper swells of her breasts in taunting swirls.
Bite me.
Her body shouted the words at him even as she remained a silent enigma. He wondered if she realized how badly he wanted to do just that—bite and nip at her delicate skin while she writhed beneath him, her pussy stretched full with his dick. The fantasy of branding her all over with his mouth and cock, was a constant distraction for him.
Even now, it was enough to make him pause and stare at her undulating body instead of grabbing her and taking her away from the hall full of beings eager to have a taste of hope.
“I never figured Dora for much of a party animal, but she seems to be enjoying herself,” Bacchus said.
“You’re sure she’s had nothing tainted?” Alphonse asked.
“On my word.”
“That isn’t worth much.”
“Maybe, but I know my wine and substances well, and I know how you feel about her. Every jug and chalice here is enchanted to ensure she feels no effects of my potions. She may as well be drinking water.”
“Then all of that—”
He waved his hand in Dora’s direction.
“That’s all her my friend. Every raunchy bit.”
His already hardened cock twitched at that revelation. Perhaps it was time to test Dora’s boundaries after all. Unpinning Bacchus from the floor, he approached Dora. By the end of the night he would have his answer.
Three
Dora held back tears as she brought the wine bottle to her lips and gulped.
Stupid.
She’d offered herself on a proverbial silver platter to the idiot demon and he’d stared at her as if she was crazy. When she’d turned to see the look of lust and anger stamped across Alphonse’s face, she’d felt a moment of triumph. She’d wanted to pounce on him the moment she saw him but he’d treated her like some misbehaving child.
Fuck it.
She refused to continue pining after someone who didn’t want her.
Shoving down her hurt, she firmed her lips, and scanned the opulent room for a distraction. She stepped in front of a dark haired demon sitting on a mound of pillows. A woman was impaled on his lap, her hips moving in a slow rocking motion. His fingers gripped the globes of the woman’s butt, encouraging her languid movements.
Wanting to prove to herself and Alphonse that his reaction didn’t matter, she began to dance in front of the intoxicated demon.
The tableau was one of many occurring around the room. With Alphonse’s presence, the crowd had sobered slightly, but not enough to end their wicked indulgences.
The demon stared up at Dora. His eyes were glazed with lust, and Dora wondered if he even recognized his surroundings.
Leaning down, she let her breasts swing just inches from his nose. The demon’s gaze followed the motion as if hypnotized and Dora’s lips curled up in a bitter smile. His hands tightened on the other woman’s hips and began to move them faster.
At least someone finds me sexy.
She began to sway her hips in tempo to the demon’s thrusts, encouraging him to find his release with the woman gyrating on his lap.
Someone should get satisfaction tonight.
The derisive thought slid through her head, just before she was yanked backward. The wine bottle slipped from her fingers to the floor, and with a yelp, she dropped her hands down to the thick band circling her waist. Looking down she saw smooth gold scales.
Her breath stilled at the sight of the metallic hue, before tumbling from her throat in a clumsy sigh.
Alphonse.
His long tail embraced her, constricting around her, and drawing her closer. It was much stronger than she anticipated, its thick muscles lifting her from the ground, causing her feet to dangle in the air. The moment her back hit against his hard chest, a shudder ran through her body.
Rough hands rested on her shoulders, fingers pressing into her skin. He held her still as his tail pulled her tight. She bit her lower lip at the sensation. She had his hands on her at last.
Her eyes fluttered closed to savor the feel of him for a moment. She let it soak into her psyche, drowning her senses before she firmed
her lips and began to struggle against his hold.
“You think I don’t want you?”
He growled the words at her, his hot breath puffing against her neck. Dora stifled a moan. She wanted his lips to move closer. She’d spent so many nights fantasizing about how his lips would feel if he sucked along her flesh. Having him so close now felt like torture. She wanted to snuggle against him, and be engulfed in his heat, but her anger kept her spine straight and rigid.
It took her acting out one of her wildest fantasies to drive him into action. She didn’t care if it made her fickle. The fact that she had to push him into touch her grated, but the feel of his hard cock nudging against her lower back enticed her into goading him further.
“You treat me like a child,” she said.
“I can sincerely say that I’ve never considered you a child.”
He pulled her hips snug against his letting her feel his hardness. She wrapped her fingers around his tail and held back a gasp at the smoothness of the scales. They were soft and warm to her touch.
“But tonight you seem intent on behaving like one, and the idea of spanking you does hold a certain appeal,” he continued.
She blew out a breath and turned her head to look at him. His golden gaze shone with mirth and she frowned.
“I’m naked Alphonse.”
“I have noticed that fact.”
“I’m also not in the mood to be manhandled.”
“And yet you walked bare-assed into this hall surrounded by strangers.”
“I walked into a hall surrounded by beings honest enough to indulge in their needs.”
Muscle tightened around her and she smiled. How hard would she have to push before he snapped?
“And if they chose to indulge with you?”
His fingers dug into her hips and she decided to give him one concession.
“Bacchus is your friend. I knew he wouldn’t let anything happen to me.”
“You trust too easily.”
She sighed.
“And you don’t trust at all.”
He nuzzled his face into her neck and inhaled.
“You have more of my trust than anyone ever has,” he said.
His whispered admission scoured her. She moved her hands to his forearms and dug her nails into his ridged flesh. The urge to melt against him and pet him into calmness ricocheted through her.
“Then why keep me away?”
“You don’t feel far right now.”
“You push me away every time I want to get close. Every time I need you the most,” she said.
A low growl rumbled from his chest, caressing her back.
“You’re mine. I would never abandon you.”
“You leave me each time you touch me. You make me burn then walk away.”
He released a harsh breath.
“I don’t want you tainted by my...tastes.”
“Alphonse...”
Her lips felt dry and a sudden burst of shyness overcame her.
“I want to please you—and I have needs as well.”
She felt him stiffen behind her and begin to withdraw.
“Wait!”
Curling her hands harder along his arms she leaned into him.
“I’m not afraid of your needs,” she said. “I know you would never hurt me.”
He sighed.
“It’s not a matter of me hurting you, love. It’s a matter of me scaring you off.”
Knowing she would need to confess her own desires before he believed her, took another leap of faith.
“I’ve heard stories about you,” she said, “of the things you like to do.”
He stared down at her with a grim look on his face.
“I would never force that on you—”
“I know,” she said interrupting him, “I’ve never experienced any of that.”
She paused to gauge his reaction, but his face remained frozen in a harsh mask.
“But I’d like to,” she said.
He flinched, the rigid facade of his features shifting.
“What are you saying?” he asked, his words strained and measured.
She took another deep breath and offered him the power to crush and save her all at once.
“I want you to show me what it’s like to sin.”
Four
Alphonse’s world shattered and reformed in an instant. Dora’s words bounced around in his mind—the innocent statement sending heat flashing through his body, forging his already hardened cock to steel.
“...Show me what it’s like to sin.”
An image of every decadent fantasy he had of Dora blazed through his brain, quickening his breath. Her mouth open and ready to take his cock.
“...Show me what it’s like to sin.”
Her legs spread wide and back arched as he licked at her wet pussy. With a groan, he unwound his tail from her torso and turned her body to face him.
“...Show me what it’s like to sin.”
Her body melted against him. Her soft breasts molded to his chest as her hips tilted upwards and settled into the cradle of his pelvis. The movements triggered the flash of an image across his mind—her ass raised in the air as he fucked her from behind.
“...Show me what it’s like to sin.”
He wrapped her in his arms, pulling her close and tangling his hands in her hair.
“I can’t—”
He couldn’t finish his denial. Her mouth parted and her perfect pink tongue peeked out to slick across her plump lips.
“Please,” she whispered.
With a groan, he covered her lips with his, stealing her breath and sealing his fate at the same time. She’d ruined him. Whatever happened next would be her choice and his downfall.
He plunged his tongue deep, drowning in her taste. In a burst of energy, he transported them from the hall, whipping his power around to shield them from their audience.
The moment they reached his chambers, he pushed her against a wall.
She moaned against him, wrapping her legs around his waist. He felt her heat at the apex of her thighs through his leathers and bucked at the barrier between them. He wanted her flesh against his. He needed to coat her in the same mad frenzy she’d dipped him into.
Lifting his head, he released her mouth and stared down at her.
She looked up at him with lust glazed eyes, but that wasn’t enough for him. She’d driven him to the brink of madness and he needed her right at that same burning ledge with him.
Pushing her thighs down, he forced her to unlock her hold. Her legs slid from is waist and settled on the floor. He took a step back from her, immediately missing her heat, but relishing her whimper of distress.
“Don’t worry love. I don’t plan on going anywhere,” he said.
Reaching for the ties at his forearms, he began to undress, letting each item of clothing drop to the ground as he held her gaze. He didn’t rush his movements. He wanted her to get used to his body, to memorize the tools he planned on using to make her beg.
He toed off his boots and kicked them aside before dropping his hands to the laces of his trousers. He didn’t hesitate to peel them back and display his hardness to her.
Grabbing his shaft, he stroked himself and watched as Dora licked her lips. She lifted her hand and reached for him, her long fingers caressing his cock before he stopped her movements.
Releasing his shaft, he pressed his hands to her shoulders and spun her around. Her soft ass provided a perfect pillow and he couldn’t resist grinding against her. The temptation to bend her forward and make her rest her palms against the wall as he thrust into her was blinding, but he had another scenario in mind.
Her declaration from earlier still burned him.
“I don’t recall you staking a claim, Alphonse.”
She’d taunted him with those words and he planned on showing her exactly who she belonged to.
Pulling her tight against him, he walked backwards to his bed, allowing himself the luxury of p
alming her breasts as he moved.
“You chose to participate in Bacchus’s festivities. Since you seem so eager to put yourself on display. Perhaps I should indulge you,” he said.
Clenching his jaw, he scrapped his nails across her nipples, enjoying her gasp of pleasure. She belonged to him, and he intended to leave her with no doubt of that. He made his decision quickly. Dora chose a public forum to demand her pleasure, in return he would grant her what she demanded in the same manner.
Opening a mental link to his top guard, he sent out a message and grinned at the immediate response. Dora’s initiation to his brand of pleasure would begin soon. Changing his course, he propelled them both to his favorite wing-backed chair. Sitting down he muffled a curse as her behind settled against him, the firm globes cupping his cock.
“I knew you would feel amazing against me,” he said, “All this glorious skin, so soft and hot to the touch.”
He ran his hands down her stomach, kneading her flesh before sliding down to her thighs and spreading them wide. He hooked his feet around hers and held her open.
“Nothing has stopped you before,” she said.
“You’re wrong. I had my reasons for denying us both.”
“Foolish ones.”
“Perhaps...”
His voice trailed as he sensed a shift in the air. Three bodies appeared before them, their images translucent and waving. Dora froze against him and his smile widen.
His personal guard had arrived.
“What is this?” she asked
She squirmed against him and tried to pull away. He chuckled at her confusion, tightened his hold and continued to caress her flesh. His little demon was about to have her darkest wishes fulfilled. All on his terms of course.
In a matter of seconds, the entities solidified, their ethereal essence forming muscles and sinew—two males and one female. They stood naked in front of him and Dora. The male’s gazes drifted down her body and their cocks twitched and hardened, while the female’s attention lingered on Dora’s pussy. Alphonse watched Dora’s nipples pebble in response.
This is going to be an enlightening night.
“Meet Michael, James and Shanna, your personal guard.”
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