by Alia Bess
Victoria’s Demon Lover
Alia Bess
Text copyright © 2012 Alia Bess
All Rights Reserved
Cover design by Innsmouth Studios
Photo: Dundanim/Shutterstock.com
Chapter One
The wind whipped the sycamore outside her window into a frenzy of wicked lashes against her window. The rain came soon after, accompanied by smashes of thunder that rattled the panes. The lights went out.
She knew this storm raged over her little lake house and no one else’s. In the morning the neighbors would remark that they heard a storm in the night, and that it must have been a distant one, for they got no rain. Victoria groped her way to the window. The limp curtains parted for her. The streetlights flickered and one by one winked out. Victoria let the lace drop back into place again, then turned to look over her shoulder at the silvery glow that wisped in a glittering trail around her bedposts.
She made for the soft bedding and the warm blankets. She leapt up and into it, rolled herself in the covers and pulled the long pillows over her head.
And then he was there. The wispy strands of light in her bedroom swirled until they became a solid pillar, then the pillar swirled until it formed a body, then the body became him.
She peeked out from her cocoon of blankets. She felt afraid, but not really. He had come before, she knew what to expect. Each time he had surprised her with a new feeling, a new experience, a different body. The fear intensified all sensation for that brief moment, then dissipated as she learned. She needed that fear to make it good. He knew it.
This time he appeared as a man, however. Unusual. She lowered the blankets, puzzled. She had hoped for something remarkable, dramatic. Perhaps her favorite form that he took on special occasions like her birthday, or Valentine’s day. She liked it when he appeared as a great red demon, towering over her with a well-muscled body and thick curved ram’s horns on either side of his head. She especially liked the prehensile tail of that body. There was double pleasure in that tail. She remembered taking his huge cock in her mouth and feeling that tail snake around to enter her, stroking with the same rhythms she was using on his cock. She squirmed, remembering.
But he was not taking that form tonight.
He appeared as a human being. The body he chose was handsome, with a well-muscled shoulders and hard cut abdomen. She raised an eyebrow as she looked over this new form for tonight’s pleasures. His cock always stood at the ready. He saw her looking at it and enlarged it some more, making it stand even more erect. His hair was short and his beard was stubble over his cheeks and jaw. The face he had chosen was not classically beautiful like a Grecian statue but actually looked like a real man. The nose was strong and aquiline, the mouth wide and generous and his jaw square and strong. She liked this face and wondered who it had once belonged to. He blinked yellow eyes at her, though. He could not disguise his eyes. The demon-yellow would glow no matter what form he chose for their meetings. And this body had a flaw. Around his neck like a noose, was a thick scar, lighter than the tanned skin that surrounded it. She frowned a little, puzzling at that. The demon usually appeared to her in fantastic perfection.
“Demon.” She greeted him.
“Victoria.” Sometimes he disguised his voice, but tonight she recognized the deep baritone as the one he used most often on the few occasions when he spoke to her.
“This form is pleasing to me,” she said unnecessarily, for they both knew that her body had responded with the familiar dampness between her legs. He nodded agreement. Every part of her body was known to him intimately.
“I know what you like, and what you do not,” he rumbled. “Tonight I intend to please you, for I have a favor to ask.”
She pretended to pout. “Yet you know the red one is my favorite.”
He shook his head. “Not tonight. I will please you with this one and you will not be disappointed.”
She unrolled the blankets, all fear now gone, replaced with the anticipation of a few moments of pleasure. A human form was nice, but not titillating like some of the more bizarre bodies he had used. She remembered the Cthulhu-like monster with many waving tentacles whose tips were in an astonishing variety of shapes and sizes. That body had pleasured her to the point where she could no longer gasp for air and had lost consciousness after an orgasm that had lasted minutes. Intense, but not for every-day sex. Special occasions only.
She beckoned to him. “Then come,” she smiled slyly at him.
He climbed into her bed and tossed the blankets away. She lay back on her pillows and opened her legs. Sometimes his visits were for his pleasure. Sometimes for hers. Sometimes for both. Tonight he had said it would be hers. She took a deep breath and sighed out her readiness. She closed her eyes, waiting for that first sensation that would color the experience and categorize it for her memories. What would this one be? Slow and sensual? Hard and fast? Warm and soft or icy and sharp with bitter spears of pleasure mixed in with stabs of pain? She waited.
She felt his hot breath between her thighs and smiled. Oh yes. This will be wonderful. She opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling. Between her legs she felt the demon position himself on her bed. He nibbled her inner thigh with soft lips and hard teeth, the short stubble of his beard was a very masculine presence on her skin. She moved her hips on the sheets, eager to feel his mouth on her clit. He put it there, warm and wet, nibbling around the edges of her slit, then touching the tip of his tongue to the triangle peak. She tensed and raised her hips to his mouth, encouraging him to continue.
He responded by clutching at her hips and probing deeper, licking and flicking his tongue repeatedly until her legs jerked with spasms of pleasure. He held her knees down with his elbows and squeezed her waist with strong hands. She lifted her hips again and moaned softly. She felt his tongue grow long and slick. She felt the end fork into two thin tendrils that touched her with the tips so lightly and so fast that she jerked her hips again at his face, and cried out for more. Faster and faster he touched her until she felt waves of liquid wet the sheets beneath her trembling buttocks.
She did not want him to stop, but the light touches were maddening and her body cried out for something more substantial. She had begun to rock her hips in rhythm, trying to get closer to feel his tongue harder against her slick clit. He resisted, allowing only light touches to her straining body until her gasps and groans became loud.
“Ah, Demon,” she gasped, “Let me come, or let me go!”
She heard him take a great breath in response. His breathing had become ragged as he licked and nibbled and she knew that he never could explore her silky folds without becoming as hard as steel. His own need for her was obvious.
“Demon,” she gasped, “Your tongue is sweet, but I need more substantial food.”
His tongue disappeared and his hot breath became a cool puff as he raised himself above her. She looked down, now, taking pleasure in the huge cock that roared erect between his thighs. The tip shone with the glistening bead of readiness that drooled from the slit. He bent his head to look as well, and used one hand to grasp the shaft. His thumb brushed the bead of clear liquid over the bulging head and his eyes rolled back with the pleasure of his own touch.
Victoria reached for him, grabbed at his arm and raised her legs to cross his hips and pull him closer. He arched his back and slid his cock into her. He pushed slowly, allowing her soft folds to stretch with his entry, embracing his hardness with her soft caress. He pushed until he could go no further inside, his hips met hers with a hard stop and she breathed in the nearness of his mouth and lips as he nuzzled her ear and then her cheek. His throat rumbled with his desire and she felt his self-control in the trembling of his muscles.
He arched his shoulders and drew out slowly. She felt the sliding firmness of his cock on her body and moved hers to maximize the contact with her clit as the thick head emerged and touched her there. She moaned as the head entered again, pulling along the lips and folds as the shaft pushed into her, then out faster this time. Again he touched her clit with his cock before thrusting inside. He had begun to pant and she knew that at some point his own pleasure would rob him of all thought and planning and art. He would stop playing her like an instrument of pleasure, and instead slake his lust upon her. He would pleasure her until his own called to him and then she must follow or be lost.
But now she was so close to her own explosion of desire that anything he did now would be a triumph. As she expected, his yellow eyes above her face took on that lost look that signaled he was beyond her. His muscles bunched with insistence and his thrusts were no longer slow and gentle. She saw the fire in his eyes that told her she was now his. She arched herself, ready for his pounding thrusts, her thighs tightened and her hands clawed the sheets and mattress beneath her, ready.
He began to groan and his breath was loud, blown between clenched teeth. The stubbled jaws tightened. His body pounded her and his cock thickened and hardened with his impending climax. She closed her eyes to experience every wave of pleasure that was hers with every sliding movement of his hips. She heard the quickening gasp as he took the final breath before he exploded within her. He roared his pleasure and inside she felt the thick hot gush that always burned her when he came. Her body knew that heat and responded with her own peak and scream of pleasure.
He continued to rock her, gouging out her insides with spurts from his cock, over and over while between clenched teeth he groaned in some unknown language, and finished by whispering her name over and over until he sagged against her body and pushed his face into her pillow.
But he was not her lover. He was a demon from Hell and could not love. She waited, unmoving, for what happened every single time he visited her. She counted his breaths, one…two…three…four and on the fifth he disappeared in a puff, leaving behind only wet sheets and her sweating body. She lay there trembling and staring at the ceiling. One leg twitched with the last tingle of her fading orgasm and she sighed.
He had forgotten to ask for his favor.
Chapter Two
Victoria parked the car and tried to walk without limping in her high heels to the elevator. She smiled at the attendant and gave him a wave. He waved back. They had exchanged waves for nearly five years, but Victoria did not know his name. She and the others in the office would take up a collection for him every Christmas and someone else would deliver it to the glass and steel cage that was his workspace. She waited at the elevator with other office drones, looking in her purse for her lipstick. The doors opened with the familiar ding and she and the others filed in, looking anywhere but at each other.
She shifted in her heels. She still ached from last nights’ stormy encounter with her demon. Her insides were sore and her inner thighs ached from squeezing his hips. She dropped her lipstick. There was no way to bend down in the crowded elevator to pick it up. The man next to her knew it fell, for the silver capsule bounced off his loafer. He glanced down without moving his head. Victoria could not even slide her shoe over to kick the lipstick against the wall to retrieve later. She waited impatiently for the ding that signaled her floor. She was the last to get off, waiting for room to go down in her tight skirt and pick up the expensive lipstick.
When she touched it she felt a thrill through her fingers as if the capsule held an electric charge. She frowned. Soon the doors would close and the elevator would be called to another floor. She tucked the capsule of her lipstick in her purse and stood, ready to put her foot out to stop the doors from closing.
But they did close. The man who had been standing next to her had his finger jammed on the round glowing button that closed the doors. She felt the car shift up and then down again.
“Wait!” she called to him, “That was my floor!”
He turned around as the car stopped between floors. The control panel flashed a red warning light and the light panels above them dimmed and flickered. He looked at her and she recognized Michael. From Legal.
“Michael,” she said, “The elevator is jammed.”
He did not answer, but dropped his briefcase and began to loosen his tie. His hands slid down his shirt front and flapped open his belt.
“Michael! Mr. Brand!” She put her purse in front of her and backed against the wall of the elevator car. She considered taking off one of her pumps and using it as a weapon. She was wearing the stilettos today. Good call.
By now his pants were down around his ankles and his hand had retrieved his cock. He pulled it out from the slit in his boxers and held it like a weapon. Victoria bent quickly, dropped her purse and took a shoe in hand.
That is when she met Michael Brand’s eyes, her arm raised, ready to smack him with her shoe. Mr. Brand from Legal no longer looked at her with an attorney’s brown eyes. They glittered yellow with vertical slits. His cock was no ordinary attorney’s cock, either. She dropped her shoe.
“Demon,” she breathed. He had never come to her anywhere but at her own house. Ever.
The Demon did not speak but instead arched backward to bring his hard cock forward so she could see it better in the flashing emergency lights of the elevator. He pointed his free hand at her and all the buttons of her expensive blouse popped and bounced off the panels of the elevator. Her tight skirt fell to her feet and her bra and panties split with the sound of tearing paper. There was no resistance, nowhere to go. She swallowed, wondering at this new development and a small quiet voice in the back of her head suggested that she was going mad, that is was all a vision and that in a moment she would hear the bell that signaled another start of another day in the office among invoices and phone calls.
But his dripping cock was before her now, and he was yanking hard at it, his yellow eyes moved up and down the remnants of her business suit. Her hairpins popped out of her hair and the light brown chignon she had carefully coifed that morning unrolled, allowing her hair the freedom to drift around her cheeks and over one shoulder. The gasped as the edges of her hair touched her breasts and he thrust his hips in rhythm with the strokes of his hand. The tips of her hair ticked her nipples and made them stand firm and erect against the creamy whiteness of her round breasts. His cock grew larger. Not an ordinary cock. Not fist –sized anymore. Not the cock of a human. This one was too large to fit inside a woman. Victoria eyed it with concern and her knees pressed together of their own accord.
“You would kill me with that,” she said softly, hoping that was not his intent, though her own body had begun to respond to the sight of the man pleasuring himself in so vigorous a fashion.
He was panting and gasping, pulling the shaft hard and spinning his fingers over the head with each stroke. He took a staggering step toward her, unsteady with his ankles bound by folds of his designer trousers. His arm pushed her against the panels of the elevator. The hand that had been squeezing his cock steered its hugeness between her legs and aimed it up high between her legs. She leaned away and tried to keep her knees together, but he used his other arm on her shoulder to press her down and into him. She felt herself stretch with the effort of taking him in. He took his hand from the shaft when the head entered her and now used both hands on her hips to position her better. She felt like she was stuck high on the limb of a tree.
He stopped moving. She stopped trying to wriggle free.
“Victoria,” he said. Then his hips moved and pushed the huge cock in further and lifted her toes from the floor. The elevator hummed and she heard distant pounding up the shaft. The firemen had arrived.
She closed her eyes. It happened every time her demon lover impaled her. Her body betrayed her. Even now she felt the gush of warm juices embracing his cock inside her, welcoming his member to her soft insides. She sighed with resignation. He had been waiting for that warm welcome. Now he began to move again, the back of her head tapped gently on the panels of the wall as he caught a rhythm that pleased him. She heard the banging rhythm of the firemen above, trying to break into the shaft and open the trapped car. The demon pressed harder, not trying to pleasure her this time, but only himself.
Her breasts bobbed from the force of his thrusts, but by the time she had begun to feel the creeping tingles that heralded a blossoming orgasm, he had finished. His hot spurts burned her inside as they always did and his groan and his grimace were on another man’s face this time. Michael Brand. From Legal.
The semen dripped down the insides of her thighs as he withdrew a normal man-sized penis, now flaccid and glistening. The yellow eyes faded and were replaced by puzzled brown ones.
Michael Brand frowned as he recognized her, his eyes widened as he looked down at the limp penis in his hand and at her torn clothing at her feet. He looked at her and she saw panic in the brown eyes. “Victoria? From Accounting?”
A fireman’s ax crashed through the overhead panel and it was peeled back to reveal the startled faces of three members of Fraternal Order Number 586.
Victoria heard her voice that did not come from her throat scream, “Rape!”
Chapter Three
There had been a security camera in the elevator. Victoria had not had to testify. The camera showed the back of Michael Brand’s head, it showed her clothes falling to the floor and most importantly, her upraised shoe in a defensive position.. It showed every one of the violent thrusts of his hips, and at the hospital, the nurses had been sympathetic when they examined her. The demon’s huge cock had made it clear that those thrusts had shoved something hard inside her.