by Rue Volley
“Please…” I said and he rose up and grinned at me, barely showing his teeth.
“Roll over.” He said and I did without asking. He pulled me upward in one quick movement and my ass was probably looking pretty good. I mean I am not well endowed in the breast department, but my ass is probably my best feature. He reached out and gently touched me, letting his hands slide up my ass and then up my side and I felt the tip of his cock at my pussy. I sucked in my breath waiting for him to just shove it in and yet he teased me, barely grazing me and I sighed again as I moved slightly and looked back at him, he then shoved it into me and I screamed, louder then I should have but with no regret. He moaned too as if he had teased me so he could see my expression when he finally entered me. I rose up and bit and he pulled me back, spreading my legs wide and I straddled him as I faced my headboard. He reached down and thrust upward as he found my clit yet again and fingered at it, making my stomach tighten and my nipples hard enough to cut glass. I reached back and scratched his firm thigh as he hissed in my ear and then he bit into my neck and I cried out again as he rose up and down, fingering me in perfect rhythm with his thrusting. I pulled off of him and turned, wanting to face him and I slid back down and took the length of him inside of me, not regretting one inch. He was large, perhaps not extremely long in size but wide and it was that pressure that was driving me fucking insane. I rose and fell over and over again as he moaned and watched me, gripping at my sides and then raising one hand and grabbing my breast, hard at first and then backing off of the pressure and let his hand slide up and grab my throat with a bit of pressure, enough to turn me on even further but with no real malice. I reached up and grabbed his hand and squeezed it harder and he followed my lead and fucked me harder as he held my throat and I let my head fall back slightly. He pushed us forward and my legs pulled up to his sides as he fucked me harder and harder, finally he spoke…
“Cum…cum on me.” He whispered into my ear and I gritted my teeth and shook my head yes as he fucked me harder and I cried out… “I am coming…”
He grabbed my headboard and thrust as quickly and as hard as he could as my pussy clamped down on his throbbing cock inside of me and he came as I did and I don’t think anything has ever felt that amazing in the history of amazing things...ever. Fuck.
****
I stood in the long mirror in my bathroom and I could see a bite mark on my neck and one on my back. I did not remember them being hard enough to leave anything on me but he could have bitten to my bone and I would have loved it just the same. I sighed and stepped up to the shower and started the hot water. Stepping in I stood there and let the heat overtake me. I am in serious trouble here and believe it or not, it is not even the demon-hunting thing, it is this London thing, and that alone is some crazy shit to be thinking right now. I mean I just escaped death, found out I am a demon hunter and my life is probably turned from this to that and yet…all that consumes my mind is him and I cannot be this way. I can’t. Feeling this much is something I have never allowed and why now? Why would I suddenly and then the door slid open and in he came without invitation or warning. Lifting me up against the glass and holding me there as steam engulfed us and kissed me. No fingering, not fucking, just kissed, as a kiss should be. Long and passionate and full of feeling and that was the moment I surrendered to him and everything that could be and not what I hoped life would be. I pulled my lips from him and smiled.
“So what now?” I asked him and he grinned at me.
“I have to take you home.”
“Where would that be?”
“Oh…well it is just passed the first star on the right.”
I shook my head and placed my head against his chest.
“Clever, you think I am going to just be swayed with your knowledge of science fiction huh?”
He laughed too.
“No, I figured I would just fuck you as often as I can and hopefully the rest would be a blur.”
I smacked him on the chest.
“London, shut up.”
“What?”
“I mean “fucking” is for people who have no intention of…”
He placed his hand under my chin and pulled it up so I had to look at him through the shower steam and all.
“Of what?”
“Nevermind, I should pack and shit.”
I stepped out and left him in the shower as my heart would not allow me to go any further down the rabbit hole, in fact I need to get my head into the game if this demon hunting thing was to be my new job now. I mean what if he gets “expired” as he said it by some fucking demon. I started to let old fears of abandonment take me back to a safe place and shield me a bit from everything. It may have been the fucking light goo he placed on me too. I mean who knows what the alien shit does to a human, if I am human…I mean am I alien and shit. I leaned up and stared into the mirror on my vanity studying my eye and wondering if there was a weirdness to me now, like some little snake like creature would pop out and say “JUST KIDDING!” telling me I was never really in charge if my feelings or my actions and honestly that would make some fucking sense to me.
London stepped up behind me and I saw him in the mirrors reflection, I turned to look at him and he looked calm and peaceful as always I guess. I mean the most emotion I had seen from him was when he aimed at the demon and when he came inside of me and then I whispered, “Fuck”.
“What? Are you hurting?” he asked me and I shook my head no and grabbed my brush, brushing my hair too hard.
“You came in me.” I said as I dropped the brush and turned to him.
“And? I mean were you okay with that?”
“I am not on anything, he hesitated and then smiled at me.
“Oh Marissa, there is no need to worry.”
I looked at him.
“Easy for you to fucking say!” I know I sound a bit emotional but with my background and history with my Mom I was suddenly in a panic of mass proportions.
“Marissa.” He said as he stepped towards me and I stood up.
“I cannot do babies, I just can’t. I am not Mom material.” My chest rose and fell as a panic attack came on and London was up on me, leaning down and looking me in the face, holding my shoulders and making me look at him.
“We can’t do that Marissa.”
“I know!”
He shook his head.
“No…we cannot create life.”
I stopped suddenly and narrowed my eyes at him.
“What?”
“We cannot do that, so the sex, it is okay with nothing used.”
I sighed and then it hit me as I pulled back and stepped up to my vanity and saw myself in the mirror. I touched my stomach softly and he watched me, puzzled a bit but I let the sadness of being told I couldn’t do something pass as I had always known that I would suck at that anyway. I wiped an unexpected tear from my eye and turned back to walk to my closet to pack and he stopped me and touched my face.
“Are you sad?” he asked me and I shrugged him off. Again I am not allowing this, he already had too much of me, more than comfort could bear honestly. I stood there jerking clothing off the hangers and he joined me and reached up and touched my hand as he turned me to look at him.
“Hunter’s mate for life so it is okay to tell me how you feel, we are lucky we found each other, some hunter’s go for decades with no one and trackers are the saddest of all as they only mate with the one who replaces them leaving the next with no love left to give, maybe Sai knew this and that is why he sent me to retrieve you. Normally he would have like I said before but trackers have many dreams, as ours stop after we wake, a tracker’s continues on and tells us things almost like a crystal ball of sorts.”
I watched him speak and with every word I calmed down. I know it is shock, I know I am in a panic due to this whole wealth of information dumped on my fucking lap so I should just stop being this girl and return to being the woman that I was before this, only a bit softened by London’s touch.
London looked me over and bit his lip.
“You will get two actually.”
“Will they have my name on them in marker like yours?”
“What?” he said as he laughed and I turned pull more clothing.
“When I shot that demon like a fucking rock star.” I turned and smiled at him all sarcastic. “Unlike someone I know who should be all badass and trained, I saw your name on the gun.”
“The guns name themselves.”
“What?” I said as I turned to him.
“You will see, when you train and you choose the weapon, it actually choses you and your name appears on the gun as if it has known you forever.”
“Well that is some cool shit right there.”
He laughed again.
“What?” I said as I turned to him with a pile of clothing in my hands.
“Well, one...you won’t need all of that and two…you, your acceptance is astounding.”
I smiled and passed him by, dropping my pile of clothes on the bed and turned back pointing a finger at him.
“One, I am taking my shit. I love my clothes and I bought them all with my money from hard work and two…I can handle myself anywhere, anytime no problems.”
“I see that LIN.”
“What?”
“What…” he said as walked to the window and looked out and into the sky.
“Who is LIN?” I asked him and he turned and smiled at me.
“Your name now, you shed your human name and adopt your birthplace.”
“I do what?”
He turned and leaned against the wall smiling at me.
“Do you think my name is LONDON?” he said and I watched him closely.
“I thought so.”
“No, it is not. It is where Sai found me and I woke in LONDON, as you have woken up here in Lindenberg, I mean if you want to be called “BERG” that is fine.”
“Fuck you and fuck that London.” I said as I pulled my suitcase and dropped it onto the bed. He looked out the window again and then started to step back as he pulled his guns he had tucked in his pants. I stopped and tilted my head as a demon punched through the window and he shot once and rolled flipping a gun to me as another one busted through my other window and I shot without hesitation, hoping like hell to hit it as I had with my lucky shot the night before. It screamed and I plugged my ears, the gun to close to my head and London looked to me and shook his head as it dove at me and hit me. We slid across the bed as he fought off his attacker and we hit the floor. I screamed as it bit at me and hissed, smelling of shit and rotten meat and then it said my name and that was some creepy shit. I pressed my feet against its chest just as London ran to help me with as demon still pursuing him and I shot it in the heart and then one in the brain and nasty black shit sprayed me and I coughed and then looked to London as he turned in the air and slammed a glowing orb to the ground and took his demon out with two shots as I had but minus the sci-fi hand up. The demon slumped on me and I cried out, as the weight of it was so heavy I could barely breath and London knocked it off of me and knelt down, checking me over as I coughed and wiped black demon gunk from my eyes.
“Are you okay?” he said and I looked at him and nodded.
“I shot that mother fucker point blank with no glowing rave stick and shit.”
“Come again?” he said as he stood up and held a hand out to me. I took it and stood up, smiling at him and feeling feisty.
“The glow ball of cheat.” I said to him and he tilted his head and took his gun from me and placed both of them behind him into his pants.
“We all use them LIN.”
“Huh.” I said and I grabbed a few things, pulled a backpack from under the bed and shoved them in. I pulled some jeans on and then pulled my t-shirt off all dirty and nasty and dropped it to the floor.
“Oh I see, it is a competition.”
I raised an eyebrow and grabbed a new shirt and pulled it on, pulling my hair and laughing at the mess I must be now with black shit all over me.
“Well, I am just sayin', I mean I killed two with no help at all and you must be like 150 years old and shit and you use the glowing ball of doom and shit.”
He laughed as he followed me out into the hallway and I turned back to him and smiled as I tapped his chest.
“It is okay just follow my lead, Padawan.”
“Okay Obi-Wan…well here.” He said as he handed me a gun and I laughed.
“Why are you…”
He nodded to his right and I looked as 10 or more demons crawled up the walls and on the floor towards us down my hallway and I sighed and cocked the gun.
“Well fuck me sideways.” I muttered and he smiled and looked at me.
“I will…later.” He said and we both rushed them as my new life as a true demon hunter began and my old one faded away into the distance forever...
Book Four
“LONDON”
“Oh my fucking God, just bite it, London!” Lin screamed at me as I backed her up against the alley wall and thrust my hard cock into her. I bit her nipple as she requested, happily…as I would any day…wait freeze…
This is LIN, she is a hellcat, my hellcat…a fucking demon hunter so badass I would have never believed it if I had not seen it for myself, but she amazes me and bloody hell, she can fuck…
“LIN,”I moaned as I looked up and she dropped down and started to suck me off. The sex never gets old with her and I hunt with her, we kill crackly black winged demons and shit and…
“Ahhh,” I started to say as I looked up and had to pull my guns, I shot just as I came into her mouth and she moved her tongue in a circular motion, swallowing all of me as I shot upwards, as the demon descended upon us. Then LIN rose, wiping her full lips with her thin pale fingers and looked up too, I slammed a glowing orb into the ground slowing everything to a crawl around us including the demon still barreling at us and she laughed at me.
“Pussy.”
With that she pulled her guns, silver and longer than mine, ‘LIN’ etched deep into the sides of them and shot once, square in the forehead of the demon and it screamed as she looked at me and grinned...I fucking love my life, but it wasn’t always like this…
****
“You truly are a bastard.”
I felt the sting of her slap across my face as she stood there with the greatest look of disgust on hers. I never said we were exclusive and certainly did not invite her to just pop in whenever she wanted to, but here she is…smelling of liquor and swaying on her feet. I glanced back at my “friend” for the lack of a better word and honestly I don’t know her name, sounds terrible, but anyway. I gritted my teeth and caught Melissa’s hand as she tried to hit me again. I pulled her hand to my lips and kissed it and it infuriated her. She rolled her eyes and stepped back from me, pulling a bottle from behind her back and taking a swig, less ladylike and more like the crazy bitch she is, and I smiled. Not so smart. She chucked it at me and I ducked. It flew through the room and I held a hand up but my ‘friend’ was struck in the head and dropped like a fucking rock on the floor. I sighed and turned back to Melissa, who had reared back, fist clenched, and then hit me as hard as she could. She caught me on the lip and I grabbed it as she muttered obscenities at me. She adjusted her black fur coat over her red slip dress, storming down the hallway of the Hotel and was out of site and probably out of my life. The women come and go and I accept it as I accept my life as it is. It is London, 1948 and I am what you would call a ‘date’. I mean I spend my time helping women feel loved and needed but before you start calling me a whore (which may be completely fair) just hear me out.
I was born to parents who had no business creating children, by that I mean my Mother was a whore (literally) and my Father was an idiot who fell in love with a whore. Now with that said she did allow me to happen, but not because she wanted too. Abortions were not really perfected, nor are they now, and she was more worried a
bout dying than having me. She did end up having me, although I am sure she kept on fucking all along the way, and of course I was shuffled around to each family member. Aunt Nellie...heart attack, Uncle Jack, stroke. Her sister Paula choked on a piece of chicken right at the table and fell into her damn plate. I have never said this, but I ate my meal as she lay there. I was hungry and by the tender age of five I had been moved to 8 houses of which I hated every fucking one. When Paula died, the well of family was dry and I was carted to the orphanage of which sucked on a serious scale of shit, up until Elizabeth.
Elizabeth was a girl who was not only beautiful, but she taught me the one skill I would put to use in life: how to make people want you and that she did in abundance. I even thought I wanted her at one point, but that was a fleeting dream as she was to belong to no one ever. She was light, sound crazy? Well it may seem so but by that I mean she felt like the sun. You must understand the sun is necessary to life, but if you get too close…well you know. Elizabeth fucked her way right into chocolate cake, new clothing, her own room at the orphanage and the list went on and on. She shared it all with me, as to why I am a bit confused, but she did just the same and as I also benefited from her skills. I spent time studying her and how she talked to people and used her body language and touch to sway them. I picked it up well and by my 17th year of life I also had my own room and all of the lavish things my dick could provide me with, even if it meant getting jacked off from time to time by males on staff, or sucked. I never did it myself, for some reason they wanted to do it to me and not have me do it which worked out fine. I would let my head fall back and think of Elizabeth and her mouth and coming would happen with no problem, making the receiver happy, as I called them. Anyway, when I was about to turn 18 Elizabeth had her birthday party and it was full of things no one else would have received in the orphanage, as in balloons and streamers and as we all sat there and ate cake and watched staff looking creepy as usual, Elizabeth stood up, climbed on top of the long table and started to walk along it, some moved their plates and others were watching her as she avoided the plates left behind at first and then she started to step on them as she sped up and ran, down the long table and at the end…she dove forward, through the large stain glass window and out into the open air like a bird with her arms stretched wide. At first I was too stunned by it all, but I found myself running towards her and screaming her name as she dropped from sight, hitting the ground far below. I never made it to the window to see her body, one of the male staff members had grabbed me as if he was afraid I would follow her, but I did see blood dripping from the broken glass she left behind. Like I said, Elizabeth belonged to no one and I guess she just felt she had done all that she was put here to do and maybe the fear of being released into the world after being able to create one so comfortable in the worst circumstances, was too much for her to bear…or maybe she was just fucking crazy as shit.