I stepped into the bathroom as my insecure uncertainties rattled sense into my thought-process. For years, I’d lived a promiscuous life and, as a demon, my sexual depravities had been unleashed onto anyone within reaching distance. I’d developed an insatiable lust that needed continuous quenching. Then I’d fucked Thadeus. Bluntly, that fucker rocked my twat, and he could have honestly kept me entertained … but not for an eternity.
That word—eternity. I just couldn’t fathom being with anyone for that long.
Ivy’s reflection peered from the bathroom mirror. In that miniscule moment in time, a profound guilt overcame me. Refusing Thadeus combined with all the souls I’d taken, ultimately all the lives I’d ended, had birthed a strange remorse that I shouldn’t have experienced.
Fuck, Kate! Demons are supposed to be unemotional.
After fifteen minutes of washing away all the pussy-willow thoughts, I’d given Ivy’s body her last shower. Once I’d dressed and primped her vessel, I slipped out of the shower to an Olive-less hotel room. Even our luggage had been removed.
Through the walls, I could hear Olive chatting with someone. I rushed to grasp the handle until I held the door wide open. I halted in my tracks when I noticed a person who Thadeus had helped me forget: my last vessel, Scarlet Rodrick.
Perky tits, hazel eyes, and auburn hair that framed her tanned complexion. Scarlet appeared much healthier than when I’d seen her last in her bathroom mirror: her skeletal cheek bones had significantly filled-out.
Q, Scarlet’s rebound from our ex, David, held her hand with a bear grip. His dark, exotic style intrigued me, but nothing could stray my attention from the man who yearned for me. I almost felt cheerful that they had stayed together. Almost.
I quickly remembered that I didn’t give two fucks about them or anyone. Obviously, I barely acknowledged the new couple and urged Olive to leave. She called out my rudeness, and forced me to endure an idiotic conversation with Scarlet and Q. I had jack-shit to say, so I impatiently sulked until Olive finally got the point.
Before Kissy Face and I left Scarlet and Q, I blew a kiss at my ex-vessel/lover and, of course, her eyes widened when she noticed my flame eyes blink in-and-out of Ivy’s irises.
I had to show her that I’d gotten over her.
“What’s so funny?” Olive gaped at me while we entered the elevator. I shrugged and stayed silent until we reached her car.
She stupidly droned on, while she loaded the car and slid onto her seat, about some shit that I had no interest in even paying attention to. Frankly, I had an imperative decision to make: when and where to ditch Ivy’s body. Also, how to dispose of Olive without her fucking following me. As we drove out of the hotel’s parking lot, I’d finally developed the perfect idea. Mischief creased an evil grin on my lips as a wicked, but hilarious, plan developed.
“Olive,” I probed while we eased to a stop at a red light.
“Yeah?” She glanced at me, but then returned her gaze to the car in front of us.
“You should know, I have—” Before finishing my confession, I invisibly slipped out of Ivy’s mouth, just as her body surrendered to her hasty death.
“What? What do you have?” Olive sobbed as she clutched and shook Ivy by her shoulders. Guilt pricked at my corrupt heart while I stepped out of Olive’s car, just as her cries increased to banshee-level shrieks. My naked reflection gleamed from an Escalade’s side-panel: I stood tall, lean, and unseen by the passing cars and pedestrians. Olive’s screams and halted car had created a commotion. Yet, I apathetically strolled away as an elderly male rushed to Kissy Face’s SUV.
I’d obtained my revenge without even taking her soul.
“Ma’am, do you need help?” Had been the last thing I heard before my feet led me far away from Olive and Ivy.
I walked until I found Naples’s oceanfront. Families scattered, playing all over the beach, which created a boisterous environment—one that quickly bugged the fuck out of me. Distaste turned in my stomach as I observed groups of parents and their annoying brats infesting the shore.
My wings cradled my ass while I curled into myself: an invisible, lonely demon, pouting like a hurt twat. I sulked as my lust for Thadeus reminded me of how foolish I’d been to reject him. His sub-sized cock made my mouth water while our savage, lustful recollections replayed in my mind until the bright Spring sun dipped into the gentle horizon. I sort of smirked as a full silver-toned moon rose and glimmered brighter than its surrounding stars. Small waves splashed on the shore while a smidge of romanticism stirred as I briefly imagined enjoying that moment with Thadeus.
I wanted him—more than just to fuck, but to enjoy stupid lovey-dovey shit.
My hands-on stepbrother, Hamilton, had removed any romantic possibilities from ever forming within my mind. He’d conditioned me to never love, but to only screw whatever I needed. My sexual awakening had centralized on fucking. Even with my ex, David, I wanted him because I’d never dealt well with rejection. Honestly, David had been my first real relationship. I’d died at twenty-nine, without ever understanding love. Throughout my afterlife, I’d begun to doubt my capacity to ever feel more than lust.
My reverie quickly ended when my attention jolted to an electric current that crackled at my left ear. I froze in the sand, utterly unable to move even the smallest micrometer.
“Shit. What the fuck?” I struggled to shift and locate my attacker.
Fear bitch-slapped me when a familiar laugh cackled from my left as her excruciating hold glued me to the sand. “Pretty, little slut—what did you think? Did you truly believe you’d get to join with my ex-lover and not suffer consequences?” Panora’s claws scratched at my scalp as she yanked my head back to face her.
Dazzling ruby-red eyes glared at me while her chain-linked bikini clinked against her frame. Her onyx-black wings stood alert behind her back. Panic rapidly overcame me as I felt my hairs rip from my scalp. My tail slithered a foot towards her, but then she quickly whipped it with hers.
“Where is Thadeus? What have you done with my loyal commander?” Her breathe burned like volcanic steam against my face. My hopes of seeking out Thadeus, quickly dissipated during Panora’s brusque interrogation.
“I don’t know,” I whined, making sure to sound as submissive as possible.
Frankly, I knew better than to defy her. My last interaction with her had transformed me from my human form to the horned-and-winged demon who withered beneath Panora’s grasp. Tears threatened to escape my eyes as I grimaced due to the torture she’d applied to my scalp. She pulled harder at my silver hair, but I kept silent.
“Guards!” she yelled before releasing me from her grip.
Two Thadeus-sized hunks emerged from behind Panora. My heart plummeted into my gut as a whirlwind rushed at us while a violent portal began to form.
“Where are you taking me?” I squirmed as hell’s screams pierced my eardrums.
Anxiety struck me silent as what I’d feared and avoided most, swiftly materialized before me. My unwanted return to hell sunk my hopes of ever seeing Thadeus again, and I rapidly regretted not accepting his offer.
I desperately searched the dark and fire-pit-filled landscape. A vast nothingness stretched for miles and miles while dreadful shrieks stabbed at my demonic soul. I’d fled hell and possessed Scarlet and, thus, I’d never truly experienced that hell. Especially, not as a captive of Panora’s. When I’d died, demon guards had herded me to my commander, but I hadn’t stuck around nor followed directions. Eventually, I’d escaped the darkness and the awful screams that scared the fuck out of me.
“You know what to do.” Panora flicked her petite hand at her guards and then strolled behind a mound of rotting bodies.
I continued silent while the brutes dragged me through puddles of fresh blood, scorching hot fire pits, and piles of jagged bones. Time ticked by like days while they heaved me, as if I’d been a sack of compost. When our pace decreased, I glanced from the asshole gu
ards to an enormous wrought-iron gate. I quickly winced when I caught sight of a grotesque winged demon with jagged teeth and a missing nose.
“What’s her offense?” he grumbled as he studied a tattered scroll.
The guard to my right answered, “Disobedience and the murder of her commander.”
No. What?
My neck throbbed when I jerked to face him. “What? I didn’t murder him. I want him. I could never have killed him.” I pulled from his grasp, but his size had me beat.
“There’s a cell in the back.” Fugly gate-guard motioned for us to proceed while everyone ignored my confession.
The black wrought-iron gate creaked open, then the moans and whispers jolted my attention onward. Rows and rows of double-stacked cells lined an endless prison block. Random fire pits scattered down the center aisle. Dread struck me as I struggled in their grasp, but the brute guards dragged me until they halted at an empty cell. My will deflated as the cell door swung inward before they tossed me in, as if I’d been a trash bag filled with dog shit. They treated me like scum, and I had no way of ever escaping hell. My jail cell had suppressed my powers, and I felt helpless while I huddled into a defenseless ball of lonely nothingness.
Weeks crawled by before Panora’s guards returned to drag me through hell’s scattered piles of blood, bones, and fire. Their mental torture plagued me while my worries of Thadeus consumed my mind. We sauntered from my jail cell and into a massive auditorium with a single throne.
“Tighten her collar,” our general ordered. In her usual metallic, chain-linked bikini, Panora smirked as she descended onto her throne. Her bored-infused stare, glared at everyone in the room.
“Did you enjoy your new home? Won’t it be wonderful to spend a few centuries in there?” She leaned forward with her hands gripping her knees. Her guards dug their claws deeper into my arms as I hung my head as low as I could. I’d lost any desire to listen to her.
Frankly, Thadeus’s whereabouts frightened me. At one point, I believed that Panora had killed him just to torture me.
“Answer when General Panora speaks to you.” A guard viciously shook my arm while groups of different-sized demons and almost-skeletal creatures marched into the vast space.
“Kate—are you ready for your judgement?” Panora hissed at me, but apathy had taken over me, leaving me too listless to even move.
My gaze continued fixated on my torn-and-blood-covered knees. I felt nothing as her guards increased their harsh grip on my arms before one scolded, “Answer her.”
In a low, defeated tone, I replied, “Yes.”
Panora cackled, and the crowd of spectators laughed with her—until their taunting laughter halted when a thunderous order boomed throughout the auditorium.
“No.”
I hastily glimpsed at Panora just as Thadeus swooped in behind her. In a swift flash, he claw-gripped her neck and lifted her into the air. His enormous wings caused tornado-like winds to jolt the auditorium’s attendees. Instinctively, our general’s guards released me. A vast gulp of liberation rushed through me as I fell hard onto the seizing, gunmetal ground. While an abrupt commotion burst throughout the crowd, I slowly lifted to my battered feet. Relief calmed me when I observed Thadeus gnaw Panora’s neck. With one firm, shark-like bite, he ripped out her throat and then tossed her to the ground. She fell like a deflated beach ball, but before she could hit the ground, she dematerialized into a pile of dust. Shocked gasps promptly filled the auditorium when Thadeus lowered himself onto the commander’s throne. The second his hard muscular ass hit the seat, the auditorium attendees fell to their knees.
“All hail, Lord Thadeus.” Frightened cheers rang throughout the room while my famished body trembled. My wings hugged me, shielding my nakedness from the crowd.
“Bring my mistress to me,” Thadeus ordered. In a flash, a flock of demons rushed to my side. Firm claws hastily hoisted me into an infant-like cradle hold.
“Leave,” Thadeus commanded before the auditorium immediately emptied. As the guards and I reached my lover, he lifted and removed me from their arms. “Vanish—now!” Thadeus’s voice boomed throughout the torch-lit room.
Silence surrounded us as he lowered us onto his throne. “You’re fucking bat-shit crazy,” I blurted out as I adoringly stared into his inflamed eyes. My fingers wandered up his firm chest until my palm cupped his chiseled cheek, then a profound sigh escaped from his lips before he huffed out, “You have dug deep into my mind. I had to kill her for what she did to you, and for holding me captive. This way … what I did—had to be done. General Panora would have never let us be together. Many decades ago, I spent one evening with her, and she thought she held claim to me. Everyone after her, she killed. Finally, I realized that her possessive insanity would keep me chained to her.” He leaned forward, tightly hugging me before he lingered his searing lips on mine.
My hands spontaneously rushed through his silky hair as I crashed my lips onto his. With every full-lip caress, an empowering force energized my declining form. My weakness faded as I lifted and repositioned myself on his lap. The nearest torch caught my attention, so I willed it to me. In a swift yank, it flew into my hand. His kiss had returned my powers with an unforeseen strength. I felt an electric force shiver through me as I continued perched on his lap. Thadeus’s venturous claws explored over my bare body; and without a second thought, I kicked my foot out, shifting my position until I straddled him.
“I’ve missed you … more than a sinner needs to sin.” Thadeus nipped at my lips before claiming my mouth with his. I melted into his embrace while I lost sight of everything but him.
He palmed my ass, then slowly thrust his thick, long man-meat deep inside of my hungry, drenched clam. My knees rubbed on the stiff throne while I bucked on his lap. “Never stop,” he growled while his immense hands freely roamed from my tense nips to my heated hips. His growls intensified with every grind from my pelvis. Thadeus filled me until a salacious pain tore inside me. Sexual expectation built as I continued to bounce and work my awaiting explosion. I swiftly wrapped my arms around his neck and rode him as if it would be the last cock I’d ever fuck.
Because I wanted him to be my last—my eternity.
The thought of him being it for me, excited my pace until our lips connected and mingled like two knotted noodles.
“Never leave me … Stay with me—be my mistress, for an eternity or until our demon souls leave us. We can rule this sector,” he hummed at my lips while I uncontrollably bounced and bounced until he palmed my ass, lifting us from his throne.
“Where are we going?” I frantically wiggled, attempting to keep him deep inside of me.
“Far from here, to our nest,” he huffed while his massive dragon wings rushed us to another area of hell.
Tortured screams buzzed in the air while fiery blood pits bubbled below us. I tightly clung around his waist, squeezing him deeper inside of me. His cock pulsated in response, and I thought I’d combust … midair.
“Just a little … bit—further,” he grunted while his thick man-meat teased within me.
On a high mound, hovering above a volcanic river, homed a tree-like hut. Thadeus swooped us in through a door-less opening, where a literal nest of straw awaited us. That sector of hell lacked any modern commodities, as if we had returned to The Dark Ages.
Thadeus nestled me under him, on top of our nest, and within seconds he built an intense rhythm.
“I never … want to be without you,” I grunted with desperation before I continued, “I need you—all of you. Every. Single. Day. No one but you. Only you. Always you.” I trembled beneath him as he drilled me like he had to find gold within my needy cunt.
Our hut felt as if it had begun to spin, and with each thrust from Thadeus’s cock, I felt as if I had surrendered my unfaithful ways. All thoughts evaded my mind as my arms and legs tightly clasped at Thadeus while he plowed me into a frenzy.
Grunts, growls, and too much moaning ech
oed throughout the air. Many, many hours of disheveling orgasms passed before we collapsed onto the soft, but prickly hay nest.
“Could you live, like this … with me … for an eternity? Because … if not, I need your truth. Now. Kate, I surrender my demon heart to you—I couldn’t continue in this afterworld without you by my side.” He held me close against his body, searing his kisses from my neck to my full breasts.
An ache from my thighs and cunt reminded me that his kilt anaconda needed to stay asleep. On cue, an elongated sigh crept from my mouth as I softly pressed my lips on his. “I can become whoever you need me to be … because I want to always feel as I do—right now. Always.”
I could and would change, for him.
My human life had been an empty search of cock and twat. I’d believed that countless fuck-buddies would fill the void that I’d constantly ignored and that my lustful hunger would have been quenched by limitless orgasms. Even as a baby demon, I’d perceived that I needed to take and fuck whomever I wanted.
He changed everything for me.
Thadeus’s yearning eyes longed for more than just a rushed fuck: he wanted companionship that I finally felt prepared to give. For once, in my entire wretched existence, I’d finally found the quencher to my lustful hunger.
Days passed while Thadeus and I had experienced what I’d convinced myself to be our demon honeymoon. He’d confessed his adoration and surrendered his heart to me, and I felt compelled to return every ounce that he gave. An eternity in hell appeared possible, as long as I had him.
If only those around us could have allowed us to have our lustful-ever-after.
On our seventh day of passion, while Thadeus nailed me against a wall in our hut, a low-grade female guard summoned him from outside our home.
“What is of importance that you would need to interrupt my time with my mistress?” my lover growled while I clung to him. I’d continued claimed by him while I trembled around his thick man-meat until a heart-stopping shudder radiated throughout me. I fell limp against his frame before he gently carried me to our nest. My wings encircled my body, as an attempt to cover myself. I had spent too many days naked, and I’d temporarily forgotten about the hell outside of that hut.
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