by Marks, Rena
“Shhh, love,” he crooned as he tugged the skirt further down and off her legs.
He looked down at her exposed body, her white shirt up over her breasts, baring them like an offering of a berry tipped dessert.
Her flat stomach and tiny waist. Rounded, sexy hips.
Shaved sex.
Swollen lips.
Creamy cunt.
“Beautiful,” he muttered in a deep voice thick with desire. “Spread your legs.”
Still his obedient little demon. She opened them without hesitation, unashamedly exposing herself to his view.
He reached down and spread her labia with two fingers, the thick liquid coating his fingers. She moaned when he stretched her apart.
“Feel good?”
“Ahh, yes,” she squirmed against his hand.
“Know what would feel better?”
“What?”
“My tongue there, caressing every fold. Finding every crevice. Tasting every drop of you.”
She shuddered and helplessly thrust her hips up at him.
“Want it?”
“Yes,” she admitted, as though it were torn from her mouth.
“Yes, what?”
“Please.”
He smiled at his sweet little demon, the one who once refused to be possessed by a man.
He inserted the middle finger of his right hand into her sheath and used his left hand to keep her lips spread apart. He delved in.
“Ohmigod,” she gasped at the first pass of his tongue.
He licked slowly and deliberately, coating her with wet warmth and lapping up her juices in return. Up and down her slit, circling her clit, then wetly nibbling at it with his lips.
She lost control. She began to buck her hips wildly and he clamped onto the swollen little organ, sucking hard as an additional finger joined the first to scissor deep within her body.
Her orgasm swept through her like a liquid force, coating his hand and quivering her sex beneath his mouth as he attacked her sensitive flesh.
He loved the moans she made, the constant, “Oh, oh, oh…” before she screamed through her release. If he could only get her to moan his name. His, no one else’s.
He pulled his fingers from her body and stretched up over her. “You’re not done yet,” he muttered before dropping his sex-sweetened mouth to hers. He let her taste herself on him as he twined her tongue with his.
“I’m putting on a condom so I can fuck you now,” he said. She nodded and watched in a daze while he did so. One day, she’d open up and share with him that she couldn’t have babies until her testing phase determined which race she could mate with, but right now she just nodded. He felt a slight disappointment that he couldn’t have the intimacy of his hot semen flooding her body.
It was too dangerous. If she felt wary about him now, he didn’t need to crave that final intimacy that would bond them together. His essence embedded within her womb.
And then, pulling her legs up over his shoulders, he watched her wrists strain against the scarf while he fucked her slowly and carefully. Deliberately, letting her feel every movement.
Her swollen pussy was heaven as it wrapped tightly around his cock. There was nothing like entering a just satisfied woman, a warm, wet velvet glove wrapped around your hardness, snug and tight and moist.
His thrusts were hard and deep and rhythmic. She began to make tiny little sounds, little gasps of pleasure when each thrust was at its deepest.
Her gasps were making him plunge harder, to fuck her fully while beads of sweat broke out on his forehead as he tried to control his own orgasm.
Her snow white breasts jiggled as he pumped into her. Soft and womanly globes with hard pink tips. He reached out to pinch a nipple lightly and she clenched her eyes shut as another forceful orgasm rolled through her body, milking his cock until he couldn’t stand it. His balls tightened and he exploded into the condom, like hot lava erupting from an angry volcano.
He collapsed onto her after loosening her wrists from the ties which bound her. Felt her arms slowly snake around him to hold him close.
It wasn’t long before he felt her hands massaging his back. Feeling each indent of muscle. Indents that he’d made for her, long ago, in anticipation of their meeting.
They lay in silence, recovering, while he pressed tiny little kisses to her collarbone.
“Those are the stars, baby. You and me.”
She continued to caress the muscles in his back. Silent as though pondering the bizarre feelings that were snaking through her.
He should have let his semen flood her womb.
* * * * *
The fog was thick today, swirled in mists higher than usual in the swamp. The demon sitting on his throne was in a foul mood. Tension crackled in the air like static electricity in a dry cotton blanket.
“I’m losing her,” Enishka muttered to no one in particular.
“Master,” twittered the twisted little creature at his feet.
“Someone needs to intervene. A female, maybe. To make her jealous over the new boyfriend. Maybe we can get Keara to punish him. And perhaps we can get the mortal to seek her out again. Dean.”
“Who sssshall it be?” asked the demon. Its tongue was split down the middle and poked from its mouth in two pieces, making it difficult to speak.
“Fetch Natalya.”
Natalya Hershkle was enjoying herself when Enishka’s errand boy in training entered her dwelling.
She was propped up on pillows, thighs spread wide, moaning loudly as a head between her legs pleasured her. A blond head, hair as golden as hers but missing horns. A human. Poor pathetic creature, doomed to serve her for the rest of his pitiful life.
The errand boy felt a flush steal over his face. He’d heard rumors about Natalya, but had never been exposed to her before. He looked away, pondering what to do. She was the highest ranked female now that Keara was in the human dimension, although Keara never understood what her ranking would become or she might have fought harder to sway her ruling when she was banished.
“Don’t stand in the doorway all indecisive. Get in or get out,” Natalya’s husky voice rang.
As she spoke, she pulled the pillows from behind her back so she could lay flat. “Hold up, handsome,” she whispered, and when the human lifted his head from her sex, she slid a pillow under her hips, exposing herself for everyone’s enjoyment.
“Slow and wet, just like I like it,” she commanded him and he bent his head again.
She exhaled softly, rotating her hips in smooth circles under his tongue.
“What do you need?”
It was hard enough to speak when your tongue was split but when a gorgeous creature such as her was enjoying her lust so immensely that the smell of her heat wafted up, it was definitely a stuttering moment.
“The mas-master wants you.”
“For?” One long finger snaked down to her swollen clitoris and she elongated it between two fingers. Watched his eyes as he fought not to stare. The human between her thighs focused his attention on forcing his tongue as high as possible into her slippery vaginal entrance.
He’d lost his thought. “Oh, Jenesi…I mean Keara. Something to do with tricking her.”
Natalya smiled widely. But the poor errand boy was far too entranced to notice it.
“You have two tongues.”
His eyes cut to hers at the sudden change of subject. “Y-Yesss.”
She tapped the human on the head. “Up for a second,” she commanded. “Now you,” she said with a smile. “You have two tongues, I have two holes. Fill them.”
He didn’t know what to do. Everyone knew that Natalya was a very real candidate for the demon queen, should things fall through with Keara. It wouldn’t do to get onto her bad side this early in the game.
He bent and inserted part of his tongue deep into her vagina and the other piece deep into her anus. Her skin was silky-soft and slippery.
“Oh, yes,” she wailed as her pussy flooded with more
liquid. She spread her labia open with her fingers so that her clitoris poked stiffly into the air. “Now suck it,” she commanded the human.
Why didn’t she ever think of this? A tongue in her pussy and a tongue in her ass. By a little virgin demon errand boy, no less. He’d be a prize stud in no time. He just needed a little schooling behind Enishka’s back.
Her human in training settled onto her swollen clit as she commanded and began to suck fiercely. Her body clenched tightly. And when the little demon began to slide his tongues in and out of her, she screamed with the ultimate pleasure. She grasped her nipples and twisted as the biggest orgasm of her life, one with the permission to hunt her hated enemy Keara, slammed through her body.
“Oh, fuck,” she yelled.
When Natalya finally calmed from her earth-shattering climax, she dressed in a filmy white, see-through gown that left nothing to the imagination. And then attended Enishka’s court.
The pompous demon lord sat on his throne as he normally did. Today he took the lower half form of a chimp, and she was glad he sat on the bulbous red globes of his ass. They would look totally incongruous should he stand. She hoped he understood she wouldn’t be living in his disgusting swamp after their marriage.
“Natalya, how kind of you to visit.”
“I believe you summoned?”
“Surely you would not attend me only in the event of a summons?”
If nothing else, Natalya knew how to be political. She hadn’t got as far as she had by not accepting that much about social climbing. “Of course not. But I am eager to please and I understand you need me?”
“Yes, my sweet. I have a delicate project for you.”
Natalya approached sultrily, lifting her skirts to the top of her thighs so she could sit at his feet. Watched his face as he appreciated her body. She curled herself delicately around his legs and kissed his hairy shins just under his knees while he spoke.
“I want you to find Keara. Take her new boyfriend from her, leave her devastated and alone. She needs to learn her place, yes?”
She could barely keep the smile from her lips.
“Understood.” Then on an afterthought, “Master.”
Keara would have had the best sleep of her life, wrapped in her lover’s arms. She had no idea her dream was about to be invaded.
“Hello, my child.”
Keara turned her head, the thick headiness of the dream making it difficult to move properly. “Is this truly a dream? Or a visit?” she demanded of Enishka.
“Which do you think it is?”
“I don’t know or I wouldn’t ask. I can’t imagine it’s a real visit, for why wouldn’t you just summon me into your dimension?”
The painful thrust between worlds was the power she’d given her demon master when she began to suck pieces of putrid human souls. But the surge was so worth it. Even now, she craved the rush that ran through her veins.
Enishka smiled at her. But he never answered her question. “Why have you not broken the bastard who hurt you?” he asked.
She’d thought about it, of course. The taste of revenge was always so sweet. But was it her human side that craved the darkness, or her demon? “Dean was a good human man. He simply made a choice, one that I feel was the wrong one but his nevertheless.”
“Good man? Bahh, good and human don’t belong in the same sentence. There’s a reason why Earth is referred to as hell. It’s for the creatures that inhabit it.”
“Certain humans believe in hell also. And that horned demons roam the darkness of the dimension. That mystical swamplands cover most of it.”
He stared blankly at her before erupting into laughter. “Such an imagination you have! As if our situations could be reversed and humans thought we were the ones that lived in hell.”
Insisting was futile. Enishka only saw things one way. His way.
“Nice change of topic, but let’s get back to the human. He was using you, my dear. Are you really so sure he was being noble in returning to his wife? Perhaps he didn’t confess his relationship with you to her. Maybe she believes her husband is innocent and you chased after him, trying to break up a solid marriage.”
“Of-of course not. He told me he’d explained everything to her and they agreed to attend counseling to save the marriage.”
“Would that be the first lie you caught the human in? Maybe, just maybe, my dear, he blamed you to make her jealous. To get her to think a beautiful woman was interested in her husband. That he was a real catch, instead of a selfish, spoiled liar.”
“I don’t follow?” Perhaps she did catch Dean in a couple of white lies, but only to keep her from being hurt. They weren’t deliberate or spiteful. Were they?
“Do you think he really told her he planned on marrying you? She probably had no idea he was even seeing you. What if he was sleeping with both of you while telling you they didn’t have a real marriage?”
She’d never thought of that. Of course, it was possible, and it made so much sense. Her heart started to beat a little heavier. Surely the evil one couldn’t be on the same page as Caleb. Did everyone see that track as truth and she was the only one who refused to acknowledge it? No, Dean was human and therefore good. “That can’t be. He wouldn’t have done that. His marriage with Annie was dead, they were only living together for the sake of the adoption.”
“Are you so sure, Keara?” The demon lord’s voice was a bare whisper, making her strain to listen.
She wasn’t sure. A sickening lurch twisted in her belly. No, this was Enishka. It was a trick, things were always tricky with him. But still, Caleb had hinted at the same thing. Was she that much of a fool that everyone saw Dean for what he was but her? That she was blinded by love like the idiot she apparently was?
Enishka stepped in closer behind her, so close she felt his hot breath in her ear. It was surprisingly sweet-smelling. As if he decided to mimic Caleb.
Desire curled in her belly at the reminder of Caleb. But no, this wasn’t him. She was a fool, this was simply a dream.
“Come, my love. Walk with me.”
“I don’t go anywhere with you, Enishka.” She felt proud of herself, letting him know she saw through his treachery.
But he only smiled. “We can stay, I suppose,” he said, glancing around the room.
Keara looked also. To her surprise, her dream turned into her bedroom, except now it was more sexy than normal. Instead of black and white, it was black and blood red. The human half of her wiped away in an instant and filled with sex instead. Sex and demonality, a powerful combination that she fought daily.
Slick, satiny sheets that invited sensual images of male and female limbs entwined. Hardness and softness.
He laughed when he saw that she changed her mind and would indeed walk with him. Rather than stay in that erotic bedroom alone with him.
The moon outside was full and shining brightly. Stars glowed in the clear sky as they walked through garden paths. “Would marriage to me be so difficult?” he asked softly. “You’d be a queen, as you were meant to be. After all that suffering as a child? You are the only one who deserves it. But I have to choose soon and only you and Natalya are in the running.” Reaching down for a tender rose, he plucked the flower and handed it to her as though it were a prize possession. She reached for it with slender fingers, smelling the sweetness as he spoke again. Urgently, as if he couldn’t hold back sharing with her. “Speaking of which, she wants the human you are toying with now. Caleb.”
Keara vowed to show nothing. To give away nothing. Simply looked at him with deliberately blank eyes.
“You remember what her power is? Anyone who mates with her becomes impotent with anyone else. Naturally, she has a rather large following of men.”
“Why would she want Caleb?”
“Merely because you have him now, sweet. She’s always wanted what you have.”
It was just a dream. There was no way Natalya could travel to Earth, even if she desired it, in order to torment her. Whil
e Enishka might be able to conjure the power to send someone, he would have to exert an awful lot that would leave him weakened. He’d never do it. Not with an impending showdown.
“Think about it, Keara-mine. Think, and tomorrow, remember.”
Those were the words she heard as she awoke the next morning. As if they chanted on their own in her head, over and over.
Think, and tomorrow, remember.