He growled. “No one will touch you but me, Sempire. You are mine until midnight tomorrow. How is it that you suddenly remember? You swore you didn’t know what I was talking about.”
“A dream. You coaxed me there. I saw it all except how you got there in the first place, but I have a pretty good guess.”
Rydin jumped to his feet and paced the floor. He didn’t want to hurt her, but he didn’t want to feed her. Not like that. She’d fed from him over and over those three days he’d been captive. He’d sworn he’d never feed another Sempire in his life. Especially not her. And she suddenly remembered and felt remorse in her time of desperation? Very convenient.
His mind rebelled against believing her, but he somehow felt her truth. Being around this female was damn confusing. Hell, being away from her was damn confusing. He’d felt her distress all the way into the human realm. If he had gotten back a few minutes later… He shuddered at the thought of her being treated like the female in Debol’s lair.
But, he couldn’t leave her like this. She’d weaken more with each passing hour and from the looks of her she wouldn’t make it until tomorrow at midnight. He’d have to help her because he’d be damned if anyone else would touch her on his watch. Hell no. The thought of it made his gut roil and her hunger, her pain, called to him, called to him to feed her, to soothe her. A part of him wanted nothing more than to feed her and to see the ecstasy on her face as his seed invigorated and strengthened her body.
His cock stiffened at the thought. He’d missed out on most of his second day and night with her, and he refused to miss another minute. Yeah, he’d have to make one allowance for feeding her, but only one. He could live with that, and he knew he’d enjoy it whether his mind acknowledged it or not.
He stripped out of his clothes and joined her on the bed. He pulled the tank top over her head and tossed it to the floor exposing her gorgeous, naked form.
“How’d I cost you fifty years? I didn’t get that from the dream.”
“Shut up, Sempire. Not the best subject if you want to be fed.”
She traced a finger along his jaw line. “I just wanna know what happened. Until a few hours ago, I thought you were crazy. Now I have…guilt. I don’t like it.”
His lips crashed into hers to shut her up. It was not the time for such conversation. She met the ferocity of his kiss, tongue thrust for tongue thrust, her pineapple scent intoxicating him. He wanted to devour her, every smooth, delicious inch of her.
He moved lower and sucked a tasty nipple into his mouth growling as her hands dug into his scalp and caressed his horns. Damn that felt good. No other females had ever taken an interest in his horns, and he loved that she did. The urge to mark her as his in some way overwhelmed him, and she squealed when he nipped the swell of her breast just hard enough to leave a small mark.
“Rydin,” she breathed. “Lovin’ the foreplay but I need you.”
Why did hearing that make his chest swell? He swiped his tongue over her other nipple and looked up at her. “Are you ready for me?”
Her eyes dilated, and her voice was deeper and huskier than he’d ever heard it. “Flip over.”
He wasn’t used to taking orders from females, but the look in her eyes had him putting aside his male ego, and he rolled onto his back pulling her on top of him. She pulled away, scooted down his body, and sucked one of his balls into her mouth rolling her tongue around it gently. He shot straight up in the bed, his voice rough as he said, “What are you doing?”
She released his ball and grinned at him. “Havin’ my way with you. Chill out.”
She dipped her head back down and closed her mouth around his other ball. No one had ever done that to him before, and the sensation drove him wild. He was about to grab her, pin her to the bed, and dive into her when she licked his cock from base to tip and sucked him into her mouth.
Her warm, soft lips, her salivating mouth, pulled at him, pleasure spearing through him. Watching her work him, her red hair rubbing against his thighs as her head bobbed up and down, was the most erotic site he’d ever seen. She gazed up at him, her pupils so dilated they obliterated the gold.
She worked him faster, sucked harder, ran the tip of her tongue around the head of his cock. Her pineapple and lust scent increased, made his head swim, and he needed to explode—wanted to explode in her mouth. Feed her, nourish her.
The feel and taste of Rydin’s cock in her mouth drove Valia into a frenzy. The alluring, musky scent of him spurred her on. She needed it now. Needed him. She lightly cupped and massaged his balls as she sucked him into her mouth over and over, faster and faster. He tensed, and the growing scent of his impending orgasm overwhelmed her senses. He was close, but she needed him over the edge.
Sucking his cock made her wild with want. She felt her wetness coating and dripping down her thighs, her clit pulsing, begging for attention. She slid her hand between her legs, to relieve the pressure there.
“Turn around,” Rydin demanded, his voice raw with passion.
She obeyed quickly, maneuvering her body around so he could reach her area of need. He immediately wet his fingers with her juices and rubbed her swollen clit with expert strokes. She moaned around his hard length as his hips bucked shoving it to the back of her throat, his pre-come making her lips, mouth, and tongue tingle.
Gods, he tasted good. She could suck him all day, but she was torn between swallowing him and taking him inside her, feeling him fill her with everything he had. Feel him come undone as he unleashed inside her.
His cock thickened, turned to steel as she sucked with vigor. His primal growl pushed her over the edge as his delicious essence filled her mouth. He shoved two fingers inside her clenching pussy as her orgasm overtook her. She worked his cock until she’d milked every last drop from it. The effect of his semen nourishing and strengthening her as she rode out the last waves of orgasm.
In that moment, everything felt right, more right than she’d ever experienced. In that moment, the void was filled, she was sated, energized, happy.
She rolled her tongue around the underside of his softening shaft. He shuddered and tugged at her hips.
“Come,” he said.
She reluctantly let him slip from her mouth and between gasps said, “Already did.”
He chuckled lightly, his breathing still ragged. “I meant, come here.”
She turned around, crawled up the bed and collapsed next to him, but he pulled her closer, her head on his chest. The sound of his erratic heartbeat filled her ears. Her body hummed, strengthening as his seed coursed through her.
“Nice sheets.” She sighed as she rubbed her palm over the soft cotton.
She’d swear she felt embarrassment run through him.
“I wanted new sheets anyway,” he dismissed. “Tonight was the first opportunity I had to purchase new ones.”
She pouted. “Aw, I thought they were for me.”
“Why would I waste money on you?” He sneered, but there was no heat behind his words and his aura read as sated and… Was that contentment, happiness?
She spotted the shopping bag on the floor and giggled.
“What’s amusing you now, female?”
“You, shopping at Van’s Linens and Lingerie. That’s frickin’ amusing.”
He grunted. “That’s what was available to me.”
Chapter Five
“Come.” Rydin stood and pulled Valia with him.
Feeling more invigorated than she’d ever felt before, she stretched and did a little twirl.
“Where we goin’?”
“I’m going to show you something.” He pulled on a pair of sweats that hugged his rock-hard ass and a tight t-shirt that stuck to every contour of his muscled chest and abs.
He stopped her when she bent to grab his tank top from the floor and inclined his head toward the shopping bag. “Put that on.”
She propped her hands on her hips. “A bag? Really? So not funny.”
He released an exasperated sigh.
“Look inside.”
What? He’d bought her something? Valia’s excitement rose as she flounced to the bag and dug into it pulling out a beautiful, silky light-green nightie. She turned back to face him.
“Why?” She asked, confused.
“Do you like it?”
She quickly drew it over her head and let the silken fabric caress her body as it slipped down to cover her. It was a very good fit. Her heart did a little flip-floppy thing at his unexpected gesture and at the approval that shone on his face and in his aura. There was that lust again.
“Love it. But, why?” she asked again. Considering his want for revenge and how much he must dislike her, she couldn’t imagine why he went through the trouble of making her more comfortable. It made her feel worse about what she’d done to him. Beneath his rough exterior, there was at least a little compassion, and it made her like him more. She could feel him struggling to close himself off.
He shrugged and said, “Got tired of you wearing my shirts. Come,” he repeated and walked to the front door. She followed, truly curious to see what he wanted to show her.
He opened the door and stepped outside. Turning back, and seeing her still standing in the doorway, he said, “What are you waiting for?”
“You may be all tough skinned, but my delicate feet and that funky ground don’t mix.”
He shook his head and scooped her into his arms. “Spoiled,” he muttered.
She ignored the jibe not really understanding why being spoiled should be a bad thing. He carried her effortlessly, and she reveled in his strength and the way his warm, muscled arms supporting her made her feel safe.
After he’d carried her for at least a mile, she fidgeted in his arms. “Why all the walking? Hello. You’re a Ferox demon. Flash already.”
“So impatient. You said you’d never been here before. Thought you might want to look around. Take in the scenery.”
“Scenery? This realm is super creepy. Ugly. Not awesome.”
“Fine.”
A second later, they appeared next to a body of water. It was black, streaked with four colorful reflections. One red, one green, one silver, one amber. She almost protested when he put her down, but her feet landed on a soft green mound of grass. The colorful lights shining on the black water dazzled her. She looked up and gasped. Four moon-like orbs hung low in the black sky glowing as though they were four demonic eyeballs but beautiful, not creepy.
The area bathed in the light of the moons was alive and green, unlike the dead, blackened area she’d seen when trying to escape. A flowery crown containing hundreds of varieties of blooming flowers surrounded the perimeter of the water.
She looked up at Rydin and smiled. She was surprised and thrilled that he returned her smile. “It’s…” She couldn’t think of a single word descriptive enough to capture it.
“I know,” he said. “I wanted you to see that not everything here is super creepy and ugly, as you put it.”
She marveled at the moons again, and then looked around her wondering what lurked in the shadows. It was as if the dark of the demon realm swallowed the lights outside a certain point.
“Don’t worry. The vilest demons tend to avoid this place.”
“But you don’t?”
He shook his head. “It’s the closest thing to sunlight here.”
“What are they?”
“The story is that four elementals were captured and enslaved by a powerful demon to wreak havoc where and when he saw fit. Elementals are neutral by nature, not on one side or the other, free spirits with their own agendas. He decided to attempt breeding his minions with the elementals to create elemental demons who would do his bidding without hesitation. The elementals finally joined forces and encased themselves into the pure energy of their elements. Supposedly, those moons are them. Forever trapped but at least not suffering those tortures anymore.”
“Wow. Is it true?”
He shrugged.
“Well, thanks for showing me. Never seen anything so beautiful.”
His intense amber gaze bored into her, her chest constricting.
“Me either.”
An electric current surrounded her, and she’d swear he felt it too. He bent down as she rose on her tiptoes, their lips meeting in a soft kiss that quickly turned hungry. He lifted her, and her legs wrapped around his waist, his erection pressing against her already-wet core.
“I want you,” she gasped out between tongue thrusts. “Here. Now.”
He grunted. “Still hungry?”
“I want you, whether you feed me or not. Just want.”
She’d been so wrapped up in the kiss and the desperate need to feel his warm skin on hers, to have him fill her, that she hadn’t noticed he’d carried her to the water’s edge. He slid her down his body until she stood before him and yanked the nightie over her head, letting it fall to the ground. He made quick work of shrugging out of his clothes, then scooped her up and carried her into the water. She tensed, assuming it would be cold, but it warmed her skin, tingled.
Chest deep in the water, Rydin lifted her until her breasts emerged. His tongue swirled around one nipple until it tightened almost painfully, then dragged a path across the valley between her breasts and did the same to the other. Valia leaned back, the back of her head resting on the waters’ surface.
Rydin pulled her up and tongued the hollow between her neck and collar bone. It was a good thing she was in the water because she burned, burned for his touch. He’d spanked her, bitten her, fucked her hard and fast, but she’d yet to experience his tenderness. Didn’t know how much she’d love it.
He licked up to her earlobe and nipped it lightly as she wrapped her arms around him and kneaded his back. She pushed her body down until her pussy brushed against his engorged cock. A moan escaped her as she tightened her legs around him and slid up and down, rubbing her clit on the head of his erection.
He sucked in a breath and said against her ear, “You tempt me beyond reason, drive me insane with lust. Take me inside you. Fuck me as you want, Valia. Work us both to ecstasy.”
His warm breath in her ear, his words, him saying her name, warmed her, spiked her want for him. She reached down and grabbed him as her legs squeezed, pulling their bodies together, impaling herself on his cock. Her head fell back as she ground against him, him filling her completely.
The scene before Rydin hypnotized him. Valia reared back, her nipples peeking above the water, her moans of pleasure as the light of the moons bathed her... Beauty, perfection… Those words didn’t do her justice.
He didn’t fully understand what had possessed him to bring her to this place. Not exactly revenge-like behavior, but to hell with it. This sumptuous picture would be burned into his mind for the rest of eternity. Totally worth it.
Valia was the most beautiful, sensual creature he’d ever seen. In this moment, he treasured her, wanted nothing more than to please her, give her anything she wanted. She was dangerous to him, he knew it. She fogged his brain, made him feel things, made him want more. More what, he hadn’t figured out yet, but he didn’t want to lose this feeling.
Valia jerked up, her eyes squeezed shut, her breathing quickening, fingers digging into his shoulders.
“Come for me, Valia. When I feel your exquisite cunt clench around me, I’ll fill you with my seed.”
Her eyes flew open questioningly, suspiciously, but her hips moved faster, grinding them together fervently. Damn, would he ever experience such passion again? He couldn’t imagine feeling so fulfilled by another female. Fulfilled? What was she doing to him? Making him feel so full of life, so desired, so intense.
She gasped and moaned and her legs squeezed so tightly around him, he thought a rib might crack. “Feels so… Rydin, I’m…” The water sloshed around them as her movements became more frantic.
He thrust against her as she stilled, her head hanging back, mouth open as her orgasm overtook her. Rydin followed, the burning pleasure spearing from his balls, up his shaf
t. He bellowed as he buried himself deep inside her and unleashed his seed.
He slumped forward, resting his forehead between her breasts, her heartbeat pounding, the water licking at their skin.
“Wow,” she breathed.
He shuddered and groaned as her tongue slid across one of his horns, the sensation too much to bear in his already over-sensitized state.
She giggled. “I’ve been dying to do that.”
Rydin looked upon her face, the light of the moons accentuating her beauty. Her half-lidded golden eyes sparkled. As much as he’d like to stand in the water, their naked bodies pressed together forever, he needed to get her back to his home. He already sensed onlookers right outside the boundary of the lighted area. He didn’t care for himself, but the thought of other demons seeing her, lusting after her, disgusted him.
He carried her to the shore line and used his clothes to wipe her dry before quickly covering her with the silken lingerie and ported them home. He would have simply ported them from the water, but he didn’t want to leave the nightie. He’d bought it for her, and he hadn’t missed her excitement at the gift.
“Hungry?” He asked as he grabbed a towel from the dresser and tossed it to her to dry her hair, then grabbed another, drying himself before pulling on a pair of sweats.
She caught the towel, bending side to side, squeezing the water out of her hair. “Nope. Not anymore.”
The soul-searing smile she bestowed upon him, dazzled him. He didn’t like to think of anyone else being treated to such a prize as that. It was his and his alone. At least for a little while longer and he made a mental note to do something that would bring it out of her again soon.
He scooped her up and carried her to the bed and climbed in behind her. “Sleep, Sempire.”
“Yes, Rydie.”
Rydin awakened to a fantastic sensation. Valia’s warm body pressed to his. Her free arm draped across his chest and her leg bent and blanketing his dick. And the damn sheets. He hated to admit it, but the softness of the sheets felt great.
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