The Maker smiled and nodded.
“A new life for you and Mercy. You’ve both done extremely well in doing what I needed to have done.”
Caj heard Mercy cry out and he looked to see tears running down her cheeks.
“Oh thank you, thank you!” Mercy said.
“Don’t thank me so soon. You both will sleep and then you will have to find one another in your new life.”
“My Maker, we are willing to do whatever we have to.”
“Starting over means you will be human.” The Maker walked close and Caj felt himself tremble in His presence.
“Will we know each other?” He held on to Mercy’s hand as tight as he could.
“You will both be born and go through life and I can assure you, you will find one another again. The heart knows what it wants. Are you prepared for this and willing to sacrifice what you have now?”
“Yes.” Mercy and Caj both said at the same time and they laughed.
“Please Maker can we say goodbye?”
“Yes…you can and then it will be done.”
Caj turned Mercy in his arms.
“A new beginning for us.” He said softly, pressing his forehead to hers as he wrapped his arms around her.
“Yes.” Mercy stood on her tiptoes and kissed him hard. “Remember me…”
“I could never forget you.” He kissed her back.
“I’ll never forget you.” Mercy said.
A heaviness came over Caj and he pulled Mercy down with him to his knees still holding on to her. “It’s happening.”
“I can feel it Caj.”
“I love you, Mercy.”
“I love you Caj…my Sin Eater.”
Caj held on till Mercy closed her eyes and then he did the same holding her tight till his last breath.
***
18 Years Later
Mercy Jackson looked up from the college textbook feeling as if someone was observing her. Her breath caught. Caj. The man that was always featured in her dreams moved through the library and straight towards her. He wasn’t a dream. This was real. He was real and the Maker had given her a blessing. Caj stopped right in front of her as she stood.
“Caj…” It was really him. She cupped his cheek and shivered. Yes it was him, she’d know him anywhere.
“My Angel Mercy…” He whispered softly and pulled her forward in the packed library into the sweetest kiss that held the promise of a new beginning. Life was good and now it had gotten even better she had her dream lover and he had her.
Blue Horns
By Elyzabeth M. VaLey
Chapter One
Mandy stepped out of the shower and wrapped the fluffy red towel around her, tucking the ends in so it wouldn’t fall to the ground. She paused in front of the sink and wiped the accumulated steam from the mirror, clearing it.
Puckering her lips and lowering her lashes, she laughed candidly before sticking her tongue out, mocking her silly antics. Humming her supermarket’s popular jingle, she grabbed her toothbrush and wet the tip before applying some green and white paste to the bristles. Eyes closed, she jabbed the instrument into her mouth, vigorously brushing. She wasn’t overly fond of looking at her teeth. She wasn’t missing any and they weren’t crooked –years of braces had seen to that- but the darn fangs were there, a constant reminder of her less than human state. She’d tried filing them, but to no avail. Not only had the pain been unbearable, but the pearly whites had grown back within a few days. Eventually, she’d learned to live with the stares, the questions and the surprised exclamations when eyes landed on her mouth. Fortunately, or unfortunately, depending on how it was looked upon, every human she’d met thought she’d had cosmetic dentistry to have vampire teeth. That of course, led to other assumptions that ranged from the mildly amusing to the non-to-pleasant.
The truth, however, was very, very far from those conjectures but trying to explain to someone that she’d been born that way had only ever brought her raised eyebrows and skeptical smiles.
Spitting out the toothpaste and rinsing she stared at her freckled reflection again. Slowly, she smiled. Voilà. There they were: long, white and sharp as glass. If at least she’d pulled after her father with the pale complexion, dark hair and light eyes, then yeah, she’d fit the vampire stereotype/Goth thingy. Then again, maybe not. During her teenage years she had tried to pull off the look, and though she’d made some good friends in the subculture, she’d never felt entirely comfortable with her image. When she reached her twenties, she returned to her usual look and became her mother’s spitting image. Pulling her reddish brown hair to one side, she twisted it, getting rid of the excess water that fell down the drain.
It wasn’t that she didn’t love her mother, but heck, why did she have to be so darn normal, so human? To Mandy’s eyes, she was a nondescript pretty human with brown hair and eyes, short stature and chubby. Mandy was exactly like that, except she had some of her father’s height and her hair had turned out with a reddish hue. She also had a million freckles dotting all her voluptuous body. Mandy sneered at her reflection. Voluptuous? She was more on the chubby side, even if her mother insisted that she wasn’t fat, she had curves. Blowing a raspberry at her reflection Mandy walked barefoot into the bedroom adjoining the bathroom. Tossing the wet towel on the bed, she strutted to the closet and pulled out jeans and her favorite crocheted black t-shirt. She had a date tonight with Ryan. Or was it Bryan? She better look the details up before she left the house. It was a blind date, though technically she and Ryan/Bryan had already met a few months ago at one of her friend’s wedding. Turning back toward the bed, she gasped loudly as from the corner of her eye she caught sight of her reflection in the mirror attached to the inside of her closet. What the hell?
Slowly, she turned around, her back to the mirror and her head twisted so she could see her spine.
“Shit.”
That was definitely not normal. She shoved the clothes back into the closet, before reassuming her position in front of the full-length mirror. Tentatively she touched her back. She flinched even though the slight caress of her fingers didn’t hurt her. Her breathing quickened.
“This is absurdly not normal.” Her spine was blue. The inch long horns that materialized when she was aroused were all out and shining blue, like the sky on an early spring morning.
“Blue horns like blue balls,” she blurted, chuckling humorlessly at her own joke. Stealing another glance at the protuberances, she recalled the first time she’d discovered the accursed things. She’d managed to get her hands on a steamy romance and had been reading it all afternoon. Her plan had been to try a few things in the privacy of the shower, but as she passed the mirror, her thirteen-year-old self had seen rosy protuberances sticking from her back and had freaked.
Her mother had gone berserk because not counting the teeth she had only shown human traits before. Worried, they had taken her to the ER, where a specialized doctor had explained that she was entering puberty and that those damn things would appear whenever she was aroused.
Her parents had tried to soothe her as best they could- her father insisting that it was no big deal and that all incubi/succubae demons had it and they had normal lives. They failed to see that she was not a demon; she was a strange mix that was trying to live a human life and now had not only fangs but also horns on her back. As she grew, so did her horns, bringing her plenty of problems in her 32 years. From Dave, to Michael to Jules, all the men she’d taken to bed had freaked out by the lumps on her back. Those that hadn’t didn’t want to see them and only took her in two positions: missionary style and cowgirl. It didn’t surprise her. Heck, if she weren’t a partial demon she’d have a heart attack if a guy came up to her and said “hey honey, don’t freak out but when I’m horny I have horns pop on my back.”
Shaking her head and biting down on her lip, Mandy suppressed a sigh. Now this: blue horns. As if their natural pinkish hue wasn’t enough. Fingering the horn closest to the top of her ass, she shi
vered as a current of lust traveled straight to her groin.
“That’s new,” she whispered, touching the spot again. She pressed her thighs together as liquid arousal pooled between her legs. Reaching a little higher, she caressed the next blue point. Her breasts swelled, her nipples growing hard and sensitive. Touching the next one, she moaned loudly as her clit throbbed.
“Fuck.” She couldn’t reach the remaining three. Sliding her hand down her belly, she cupped her heated sex. What if she lay back on her bed, how would that feel? She hurried to her bed, eager to find out. Fiercely tugging back the duvet, she paused for a moment to reach into her nightstand drawer and fish out her vibrator.
“Bingo.” Excitement zinged through her veins. She was going to be late to her date but she couldn’t care less. Dylan, or whatever her date’s name was, could wait- she doubted she’d be able to lure him into bed and besides, if she did, he’d see the horns and she couldn’t risk her friends knowing about them. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she hesitated for an instant before casting her dildo to a side and falling back against the cool sheets. As her horns hit the cotton, her body responded and she moaned.
“Fuck, that feels so good.” Her skin prickled with awareness and her clit throbbed without mercy as more liquid rushed to fill her core. She raised her hands to her breasts, filling them with her creamy skin. Her mouth fell open as she squeezed them lightly, her erect nipples grazing her palms deliciously.
“Oh, oh.”
Sliding into the middle of the bed, she firmly planted her feet against the crumpled bedspread to avoid slipping, bent her knees and spread her legs wide. Her hips undulated, her pussy searching for a thick rod to penetrate her deep and hard. She’d never been so aroused, definitely never so fast. Taking a deep breath, she ground her back against the sheets, testing the limits of her horns.
“Fuck, yes.”
There were no limits. Her body was on fire, beads of sweat coating her flesh. Mandy kneaded her breasts, tugging at the stiff nubs, twisting them until pleasure and pain collided and her hips lifted off the bed. She couldn’t take anymore. The juncture between her legs had a mind of its own and it was pulsating with a frantic need that demanded to be stretched and filled. Hastily, grabbing the purple cock lying near her head, she pressed it to her core. The quick movement of her body brought another wave of untamed lust to course through it.
Sliding the rigid plastic against her labia, she spread her cream, barely containing the moans and whines that came from the back of her throat. She clenched her teeth as she ran the offending object against her distended clit. Her fangs pierced her bottom lip, drawing blood and for the first time in her life, she wished she had a rutting male between her legs that she could really bite and draw blood from. She wanted, no, needed to be touched, caressed, and played with. Her two hands on her body weren’t enough, she needed more. With that thought in mind, she crammed the vibrator into her dripping pussy, screaming with delight as its fake thickness filled her. It wasn’t a human cock, but it would do, for now.
Maybe she would take her date home with her, after all. Her body trembled, her hands unsteady as they reached for the on/off button. No sooner had she switched the machine between her legs, her body became an entity apart. She lifted her hips with wanton abandon, crashing repeatedly onto the soft bedding, causing her horns to press against the mattress and bringing forth waves of arousal that had her moaning with frenzy. Her orgasm built fast, the relentless throbbing between her legs, rising and crashing like a tsunami.
***
Mandy sat nervously in the doctor’s clinic waiting room.
Crossing her legs, she toyed with her phone, trying to ignore the persistent stare of the large demon sitting in front of her.
Her horns hadn’t gotten better. To the contrary, they were turning a darker shade of blue with every passing day. It had been fun the first few days, but as the horns became darker, her arousal grew. Just the soft brush of her shirt against them turned her on and no matter how many times she masturbated, it wouldn’t go away. To further complicate matters, she hadn’t been able to orgasm since the day before yesterday. Her body was starting to feel like a ticking bomb that would go off at any moment. She couldn’t take it anymore. The demon before her coughed and she looked up. The demon’s dark eyes locked with hers, the edges wrinkling as his lips curled into a smile.
“Blue horns, eh?” The smile turned into a cheeky grin. “Maybe I can help?” he suggested, rising his eyebrows in what he probably thought was a seductive gesture.
Mandy pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes. Turning back to her phone, she ignored him. The man chuckled. “Any demon with a proper sense of smell will be on to you, sweet thing, and though succubae and incubi rarely mate with other races, I’d be more than willing to lend you a hand or two.”
What? Just as Mandy lifted her face to retort something, the pixie nurse called her in. Biting back a groan as the material of her shirt slid against her horns, she ignored the demon’s low chuckle. She followed the petite woman into the doctor’s office, biting back another moan as she sat in a comfortable leather chair in front of a desk made out of solid wood.
“Mandy, my favorite half-breed.” Mandy smiled tightly, failing to remind him that she was his only half-breed. What can I do for you?”
“Well—” She squirmed uneasily in her chair.
The doctor raised his hand, silencing her. His eyes narrowed and she watched as the tip of his nose moved, sniffing the air like a hound. His green eyes widened behind his silver-rimmed glasses.
“Blue Horns!” he cried.
Flustered, Mandy nodded. The giant demon in the waiting room had been right.
“I never thought, goodness, Mandy. You’re part demon part human, and you have Blue Horns!”
Mandy sat still.
“What are we going to do? This is most certainly a first, never happened before, that I know of. Of course, I should have known, why with you having the horns and all.” Doctor Cyril muttered to himself while coming to his feet. “Come on over here, dear, let’s have a look at them and see how far along you are.” The doctor patted the medical stretcher, inviting her to climb.
Worried and nervous, Mandy took off her shirt and lay face down on the stretcher.
“I take it that wearing a bra is uncomfortable,” the doctor remarked, clearly noticing that she wasn’t wearing one.
“Yes.”
The doctor made a noncommittal sound as he observed her back silently for a few seconds.
“I’m going to touch them, okay?” he didn’t wait for her reply, gently grasping one of her horns between thumb and forefinger and pulling.
“Oh fuck,” Mandy groaned, the mere touch causing delicious sparks to warm her body inside and out.
The doctor made another noise from the back of his throat and touched another of her horns. Mandy felt her cheeks turn crimson as a soft whimper erupted from her mouth.
“Okay Mandy, you may redress.” Doctor Cyril shuffled back to his desk, the expression on his face gloomy.
Oh shit. Mandy hurried to pull her shirt back on, trying to ignore the way her body responded as the material flowed over her back. Doctor Cyril had been her physician since she was a child and she’d never seen him so serious. Alarm bells rang in her head. She should have come sooner, as soon as she saw the damn blue things. Settling down on the same chair, she waited for him to lift his eyes from his computer screen where he was furiously pounding at the keys. Time crawled. Thoughts raced through her mind. Maybe it wasn’t that bad. If he was taking so long to talk, it couldn’t be that urgent. Or maybe it was worse. Maybe, it was so bad; there was no point in saying anything. Patience wearing thin, she was about to order Cyril to say something when he finally turned his eyes on her.
“You’ve got an extreme case of Blue Horns,” he stated blandly.
Mandy blinked. She’d already figured that one out. “What does it mean?”
“You haven’t—”the doctor began. “No
, of course, your parents probably never thought you’d have to go through this. What a horrible mistake we’ve made.”
Dread made the blood on her veins grow cold. Doctor Cyril pierced her with a sad gaze. He folded his hands on his desk and sighed. “Blue Horns is an ailment common to succubae and incubi.” He paused, appearing to collect his thoughts. Mandy bit down on her tongue. Why was he so slow?
“Unlike humans, demons can go centuries without the need to mate and procreate. As you know, we are long lived. Succubi and Incubi specially, have a hard time figuring out when to mate. They feed on sex and the emotions those relationships produce so…” Cyril shrugged. “Nature gave them a hand. When the time comes for them to find a mate and settle down, Blue Horns appear. The condition spreads slowly, starting out with a light blue and finally reaching a midnight blue in its final stages.”
“But, that’s the color of my horns,” Mandy blurted.
The doctor nodded, looking forlorn. “I guess that your human nature has accelerated the whole process.”
Taking in a deep breath, Mandy clasped her hands tightly on her lap and gave the doctor her best-determined stare.
“Okay, so I’ve got a demon disease. What’s the cure?”
Cyril looked uncomfortable, his gaze averting to his hands before looking back at her.
“You must find your mate.”
“What?”
“Your soul mate, you have to find him.”
“I understood what you said the first time, Doctor. What in Hell’s name does that mean?”
“Exactly what it implies. I know it’s a hard concept to grasp for a human, especially one as young as you, but there is no other cure. Blue Horns spread slowly giving the demon that suffers from it at least a century, sometimes even more, for it to find its other half. But you”
“I’m part human and part demon and my horns are close to the final stages,” Mandy whispered, feeling the prickle of tears in the back of her eyes. Good gracious, she was going to cry. She never cried. There had to be some other alternative.
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