Into the Abyss

by Brenda K. Davies

  “I have to… to… wash,” she said and glanced at me from under the thick fringe of her multi-hued lashes.

  “I understand.”

  We should continue our search, we were getting closer to the monolith, but she needed a break, and I couldn’t push her when she looked so beat. Besides, the last time, the water revitalized her and hopefully it would again. The other jinn thrived on the life force they spread through here while every new one wilted Amalia like a plant denied sunshine for weeks.

  Though, there hadn’t been any lightning in a while.

  I briefly contemplated going back to see if anyone from our camp remained in here, but I didn’t want to waste the time it would take to return.

  Amalia headed for a crevice in the rocks that was barely large enough for us to walk side by side through.

  “I hit Bale,” she said after a few feet. “I pulled her hair too.”

  “I saw.”

  A crease ran across her delicate forehead as her pale eyebrows drew together over her nose. “I never believed I was capable of doing such a thing.”

  I now understood her brooding demeanor. “If it’s any consolation, you didn’t hit her very well.”

  A small smile quirked her mouth, but her eyes remained sad. “There was no need to fight behind the seal.”

  “There is on Earth and in here.”

  “I’m not a fighter.”

  “You’re more of a fighter than you realize, and if you want to survive, you need to learn how to fight well. When we are free of this place, I will teach you.”

  “And I will learn,” she murmured. “But I don’t like it.”

  “Self-preservation is a good thing.”

  “I know that, but I didn’t hit Bale for me, I did it… I did it because it made me so mad when she hurt you.”

  Her eyes reflected her confusion as they shifted to the color of honey. “It’s not…” She shook her head and looked away. “I shouldn’t have done it. I’m not violent.”

  “There is more than fae in you; there is also jinn,” I reminded her, “and all demons are violent. The fae are dead now because they wouldn’t fight.”

  “And the original jinn no longer exist because they were too violent. Just because something has always been one way, doesn’t mean it should remain the same.”

  “You want demons to be less violent?” I asked incredulously.

  Her hand trembled when she brushed her hair over her shoulder. “I understand fighting is necessary for survival, especially now, but I can dream maybe one day we will experience a better, more peaceful world.”

  I couldn’t shatter her hope by telling her that would probably never happen. Besides, maybe I was wrong in my belief and she was right to dream of such things. No matter who was right or wrong, I determined that if I could, I would bring her this better world she envisioned.

  The pathway opened to reveal a small pool of water at the end. Amalia kicked off her pink slipper shoes as she approached the pool, and I winced when she revealed the oozing blisters on her feet.

  “Your feet,” I said.

  “They’re fine,” she replied. “The slippers have rubbed them raw since our swim, but they’ll heal now that the shoes are off.”

  “You should have stopped wearing them.”

  “Hmm,” she murmured, her attention already focused on the water.

  I walked over to stand beside her and gazed down at mine and Amelia’s reflections on the reflective surface. Either the water was the slate gray of the rocks lining the pool, or it was crystal clear.

  “I’ll be quick,” she said and plunged into the water before I could reply.

  I watched her sink toward the bottom before turning to survey the small space surrounding the pool. Stalking around the perimeter, I searched for another way into this place. After careful examination, I saw no one else or any other entrance into this place aside from the path we took to get here.

  The walls rose thirty feet into the air, and at least fifty wilted trees dotted the top of the walls. Many of their barren branches leaned toward the pool.

  • • •

  Amalia

  Sinking deeper into the water, I relished the feel of it against my skin as it rinsed the death from me. Bubbles rose from between my lips as I scrubbed at my flesh. I smiled as I waved my arms before me and sank further into the water. The multi-colored hue of my hair fanning out around me reminded me of the sunrises on Earth.

  I loved those sunrises, Earth, and anything beyond the seal, but there was something about this place, and especially the water, that called to me.

  “But you are more fae than the rest of us, with your coloring and your telltale eyes. The Abyss is not for you.”

  Rislen’s earlier words floated across my mind, and I wondered how right she’d been. The Abyss exuded loneliness, but a part of me belonged here, and it was not the jinn part.

  By the time my toes touched the bottom, my lungs were starting to burn, but I wasn’t ready to rise again. I could hold on for a minute more.

  Gradually, I became aware of warmth spreading from my feet to my ankles and slithering around my calves. Closing my eyes, I savored the feel as the fire in my blistered feet eased and my skin repaired itself.

  Rislen may have been wrong about the Abyss being more difficult for me, but she was right about my strong fae connection. I felt the lingering power of the fae here all the way to the center of my being; I needed to experience more of it.

  I became acutely aware of the growing discomfort of my thin dress against my skin and the fact it was keeping me from experiencing the water all over me. Reaching down, I yanked the dress off and let it go.

  The water moving freely over my bare flesh soothed me further. Running my hands over my breasts and down between my thighs, I cleansed myself of the last of the death as the heat from the stones climbed into my belly and spread upward.

  Slowly, I waved my hands back and forth before me as the spreading heat encompassed my breasts and my nipples puckered. Tipping my head back, I discovered Magnus’s face wavering in the water as he leaned over the pool to gaze down at me. Unexpected yearning ripped through me, and I nearly cried out from the intensity of it.

  While I stared at his troubled countenance, the heat encompassed my entire body, and something clicked into place. At that moment, I realized two things… I’d come into my immortality within this pool of fae water, and I needed him.

  CHAPTER 31

  Magnus

  I was about to dive into the pool when I saw Amalia rising toward the surface with her arms at her sides, her head back, and her bare breasts exposed. My breath exploded from me, and my cock hardened so fast I groaned from the mingling pleasure and pain of it.

  Then, she was breaking free of the water and gasping for breath. Her small hands fell on the sides of the pool ten feet away from me. When she lifted herself out, she revealed the curve of her round ass and lean thighs. The water spilling from her hair slid down her slickened body and emphasized every dip and hollow of her supple figure.

  The scent of her arousal hit me, and when she crawled forward, she revealed a tantalizing glimpse of her sex.

  Mine!

  I’d felt possessive of her before, I’d craved her before, but something about her had changed in that water.

  She needs me. Only me.

  Without thinking, I unbuttoned my pants and pulled down my zipper. I kicked my boots off and barely registered their dull thump on the stone. My thoughts became a chaotic, jumbled mess as Amalia rose and turned to face me.

  She smoothed her wet hair back from the delicate angles of her face. Her eyes were the vermillion color they became when she was impassioned, except now they were nearly burning coals when they landed on me, and she licked her lips.

  Immortal! MY immortal.

  I didn’t realize I was walking toward her until my pants slipped further down my hips and my dick sprang free. When her gaze latched onto it, she swayed toward me as a bead of water slid
to the end of one of her puckered nipples and hung enticingly there.

  My entire being focused on her until nothing else existed. I somehow managed to remove my pants before I made it to her and was completely nude when my arms swept around her waist and I lifted her off the ground.

  Her hands fell on my chest, her legs locked around my hips, and she rubbed her wet core against my cock. When her head fell back, she exposed her ripe, apple-sized breasts further as she lifted them toward my mouth. Bending, I ran my tongue around her nipple before pulling it into my mouth. The tug I gave it made her squirm more demandingly against me.

  “I can’t…,” she panted. “I need you inside me. You have to, Magnus, you have to.”

  Before I could do anything, she reached between us and grasped my dick. Her hand enveloping my shaft caused it to jump; the sensation of her gripping me caused me to worry I’d come in her palm. Gritting my teeth, I somehow managed to keep myself restrained from thrusting into her fist and taking the release I sought.

  When she rubbed the head of my shaft against her clit, I swelled further in her hand as she used me to tease herself. My hands tightened on her when her hand slid down the length of me and back up while she continued to stroke me over her clit.

  “Amazing,” she whimpered, “but need more.”

  I couldn’t find the words to tell her to take whatever she needed; I was beyond words.

  Her breasts pressed against my chest when she guided me down to the heat of her entrance. Ever so slowly, she slid the head of my cock between her folds and partially inside her. Her sheath enveloped me, and the further I pushed into her, the more something changed in me.

  She felt right in a way nothing ever had before. The strange sensation of my upper and lower canines pricking caused me to prod at them, but I forgot about it when Amalia released my cock and her hands gripped my back. Her fingers dug into my flesh as she slid further down the length of me until I came up against an unexpected barrier.

  Virgin.

  I barely had time to register the knowledge before she thrust her hips forward and sank herself onto me. A shout of possession erupted from me as she cried out and froze. Her teeth bit her lower lip, and she trembled against me.

  “Are you okay?” I asked in a guttural voice I didn’t recognize.

  “Fine! I’m fine!”

  I gripped her nape as I drew her closer to inhale her sweet scent and savor in the sensation of her exquisite body flush against mine. Her thighs were steel bands around my waist; we were joined, yet I wanted something more from her. I didn’t rush her, though mostly because I didn’t want this moment to end.

  Her passion-colored eyes held mine; neither of us moved while she adjusted to the size and feel of me. Bending her head, she kissed my neck before running her tongue over my skin. Then, her hands slid up to run over my horns. My dick jumped inside her as a shiver raced down my spine.

  “I felt that deep inside me,” she whispered. “I feel every part of you.”

  I knew what she meant by that. Even in the places where we weren’t touching, she was branding herself onto me, and I could feel every movement of the muscles enveloping my shaft.

  Using my horns, she lifted herself until only my head remained inside her before she slid back down the length of me. “Oh, yes,” she moaned.

  I gripped her ass with one hand while I tightened my hold on her nape with the other and dragged her down to claim her mouth. My tongue entangled with hers while her water-slickened body rose and fell against mine. My hand on her ass guided her movements.

  My teeth…

  Breaking the kiss, her head fell back, and her glorious hair spilled over my fingers as she ground against me and her breasts bobbed enticingly with her movements. I’d never experienced such exquisite gratification before; it was so extreme it bordered on pain as my cock swelled more than it ever had.

  An unfamiliar pressure rose up my shaft, but I barely registered it as I focused on her and the fantastic way she felt. I lowered my head to run my tongue over her nipple. When I sucked it into my mouth, I nipped at her breast and my teeth—no, not teeth, four fangs pierced her flesh.

  My shock over growing a set of upper and lower fangs I’d never possessed before was short-lived as Amalia went wild in my arms. Grinding, thrusting, clawing, she fucked me until I couldn’t stand anymore and sank to my knees with her still impaled on me.

  I bit harder as I laved her nipple and claimed what I now knew was my Chosen as those fangs were meant to mark her and only her. My movements became more frenzied, and I took her with an abandon bordering on savagery. I tried to reel myself in so as not to hurt her further, but her demanding body wouldn’t allow me to hold anything back.

  The pressure building in my dick was becoming unbearable, but now, I knew what it was. For the first time in my life, I was going to spill my seed inside a woman when I came. And that woman was Amalia.

  The thought excited me further; I was on the brink of experiencing what so few demons did in their lives and with a woman who was better than I ever could have imagined.

  • • •

  Amalia

  The discomfort I experienced when Magnus first entered me was fleeting. Once my body started to heal and I got used to the size of him within me, pleasure swiftly buried any pain. From the tips of my toes to the tingling in my scalp, everything was alive with the new sensations coursing through my body. And some of it was more than the feel of Magnus’s chiseled body against mine, some of it was the experience of being newly immortal.

  Sights, sounds, and sensations were sharper than normal; my passion was running higher than ever before. But more than that, Magnus’s emotions were fueling my empath ability until I couldn’t tell his ecstasy apart from mine.

  My curiosity about sex was finally answered, and it was better than anything I ever could have imagined, and I knew that was because I was experiencing this with Magnus. No other demon would have made my body come alive or possessed it as thoroughly as he did.

  Before his fangs sank into my breast, I knew what he was to me, and I realized part of me had always suspected it, but as a mortal, I hadn’t been ready to claim my Chosen. Now, I was more than ready.

  Deep inside me, he grew thicker and stretched me further. He’s mine. All mine.

  Then, he released his bite on my breast and sank his fangs into my shoulder. His hand clamped around the back of my head as his growl reverberated against my flesh and his muscles bunched around me.

  When my upper teeth lengthened into two fangs, I didn’t hesitate before sinking them into his shoulder and marking him as mine. Two drops of his blood fell on my tongue, and the world spun away until it was only him and me.

  The scent of our sex grew stronger on the air; the slick feel of our two bodies joined together became all I knew as we claimed each other.

  Harder.

  Faster.

  Harder.

  My body rocked against his as a tightening started in my lower belly and spread out. I recognized the feeling of impending release, but this was far more intense and demanding.

  I grasped Magnus’s horns and used them as leverage as I rotated my hips in just the right….

  My eyes rolled back as my body splintered apart and ecstasy crashed through me. Deep inside me, I felt my muscles contracting around him and milking his shaft. His bite on my shoulder muffled his shout as he shuddered against me.

  The pulsations radiating throughout his cock escalated my orgasm when he came inside me. I felt the heat of his seed spreading through me while he branded me as his from the inside out.

  Contractions continued to run through me while he held me, and I replayed everything that happened. Nothing would ever be the same again; I was now immortal and bound to this demon for the rest of our lives. I found I was okay with that; in fact, it brought a smile to my face as I nuzzled closer to him.

  Strong and protective, Magnus would make an outstanding Chosen and hopefully, one day, father to our child. I wasn�
��t concerned about becoming pregnant yet, female demons who discovered their Chosen only produced an egg every ten to fifteen years. Newly immortal, it would be a while before my fertile time came.

  Rousing myself from the haze still enshrouding me, I realized Magnus’s horns had shifted forward in my grasp and now stood out from the sides of his head.

  CHAPTER 32

  Amalia

  “Your horns,” I said.

  “New development. They’ve never moved before, but you make more than one thing on me very erect.” He rested his hand on my hip as his cock stirred within me. “The fangs are new too.”

  “The fangs,” I groaned when I recalled the way they’d pierced my flesh.

  “The fangs,” he said and licked his lips as his gaze fell to my mouth. “And my Amalia.”

  “And my Magnus,” I replied.

  My body came alive and reacted to his when his fingers slid over my hip before dipping toward my belly.

  “I should have gone easier on you for your first time,” he murmured.

  “I wouldn’t have let you,” I said with a smile. “I didn’t let you. I wanted it as badly as you did, maybe more so.”

  His eyes shone with amusement when they came back to mine. “Oh, and why is that?”

  “Because once I came into my immortality, your need for me amplified mine for you.”

  His amusement vanished as his finger stroked my cheek. “Immortal,” he breathed.

  “Finally.”

  “Do you feel any different?”

  “My empath ability has amped up.”

  My nipples puckered as I recalled the way he’d reacted to everything and the emotions he emanated while we pleasured each other. We were still new to each other, but already I knew some of what thrilled him the most. He loved when I stroked his horns, but he also liked it when I bit his neck and licked his ear. I couldn’t wait to learn more.

  “I knew there was something different about you,” he murmured.

  “I can say the same, but it wasn’t until I was in the water and I felt myself shift into immortality that I knew.”