25. We’re alone.
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We’re alone.
“ Case study #36: The enamored demon .
In Wisconsin, in 2031, a woman called Alma Sena complained about an invisible stalker. The local police took the threat seriously and investigated the matter. They found no proof of a man following her, and they soon came to realize she was talking to someone who wasn’t there. A specialist took the case and Alma was diagnosed with schizophrenia. A few years later, as the cases of demonic possessions increased and became known to the public, Alma’s family questioned the veracity of her words once again and called for an exorcist. They were shocked to find that an obsessive demon possessed Alma all those years. The exorcist sent the demon back to Hell, and Alma found peace for the first time in years. But that hard-won peace was short-lived. Only weeks after the exorcism, the demon came back. He admitted being enamored with Alma, and refused to ‘relinquish’ her. He always found a way back to her soul, no matter how many times he was expelled from the reluctant host. To protect Alma’s sanity and safety, they decided after the fifth attempt to contain the demon. Her doctors used techniques developed by demonic traders to contain the demon in Alma’s body. Following a thorough investigation, they granted her authorization, and she remains, to this day, the only legally possessed person in the United States of America. Alma Sena’s case illustrates demons’ tenacity. During your career, you might encounter a few who remember you and hold a grudge. Be aware of the risks and always prepared to face tenacious foes.”
-Extract from the State Exorcist’s Manual , edition of 2047.
LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA, 2052
When we get back to the mainland a few hours after the destruction of the vault, Leo awaits us on the pier.
Robb sighs, steering the boat through Ventura’s small harbor. “He never listens, does he?”
I chuckle. “Oh, you have no idea. I was called to exorcise one of his neighbors in Skid Row. While most of the people in the building had enough wits to evacuate the premises, Leo stayed to watch. Once it was done, he followed me all the way home to ask questions. I closed the door in his face, but the next evening he was back. He proclaimed himself my new assistant. By the end of the week, I caved and let him in. He wants to become an exorcist.”
Robb shakes his head. “Idiot. He reminds me of you when we first met. Always asking so many questions and eager to risk your life. I first thought you were just a rich kid wanting to prove your daddy wrong. Now I know better.”
I look at him. A sad smile lingers on his face. This fragile truce between us is a reprieve, and I don’t have it in me to hate him forever. Especially after he saved my life in the flooded vault.
“He admires you, just like I did,” I say. “Be careful with him.”
Robb frowns. “There’s nothing to admire, and he’ll soon realize it.”
“He bathed your ravaged body and shaved you. I think he saw you at your worst already.”
“You and I both know that’s not true.” He rubs his temple and whispers, “Fuck you” to his demon.
Lilith must be a joy to share a body with.
I look up at the night sky, searching for the outline of great wings. Azeroth has been scouting ahead, making sure the demons weren’t planning an ambush. But from what he gathered, they were still on San Miguel an hour ago, trying to salvage Eames vessels from the flooded ruins of the vault as the State Exorcists’ helicopters circled above them.
The clouds beyond the mountains are turning the light gray of dawn as the sun rises from the east.
As we approach the dock, Leo catches the rope to tie the boat. Then he jumps on board and immediately checks on Robb’s well-being, to which my friend responds with grunts and grumpy gestures. I snort.
As we head out to the van, Azeroth lands swiftly at my side and his energy wraps around me like the embrace of a lover. The others keep walking, but I stop as he trails his fingers along my jaw and neck.
“I can feel your exhaustion, ashy one.”
I shiver and lean into his touch. “I’m fine. A fresh cup of coffee, and I’ll be ready to go to war.”
He says nothing, but his energy caresses my skin and his thumb brushes my lips. I feel the burning urge to kiss him.
Fuck, he’s playing me like a fiddle, and it’ll be my downfall.
By the time we make it back to Los Angeles, the morning sun is already beating down relentlessly over the polluted city. As we reach the apartment, I pull out the vessels out of my soggy baldric. We dreadfully realize that we damaged one cylinder during our escape, and salty water entered it.
“Shit,” I say, holding the vessel to the natural light pouring from my tall window. The demon has already escaped back to Hell. The second vessel held up, but barely, and its temperature is dangerously high. “We’ll need to put this one in the cryo container for a few hours to stabilize it.”
“You have a plan to access the demon?” Robb asks from his perch near the other window. His eyes are blood-red in the sunlight, the pupils reduced to slits.
Before I can answer, Leo arrives with the cryo container and says, “I can let the demon in. You guys can get the answers you need, then exorcise me?”
“Certainly not—” I start.
“Are you out of your fucking mind?” Robb finishes, leveling a wrathful gaze at my assistant.
“Hey, I want to be useful, too,” Leo mumbles.
I shake my head. “You don’t have the trauma to allow a class-two demon in you, Leo. And I’m not cutting off one of your limbs, or killing one of your siblings to achieve it.” From the way he opens and closes his mouth like a fish out of the water, he hadn’t thought it through. “I’ll do it. After Lucifer, a class-two demon should fit right in. And Robb can exorcise me. As long as he promises not to carve me during the process.” I give Robb a pointed look, and he grimaces. I place the Eames vessel in the empty cryo container. “In the meantime, we should rest while we still can.”
Robb stands up. “I need to check on a few exorcists and inform them of my return. We might need their help when it all goes to hell.”
“I’ll drive you!” says Leo, a little too eagerly.
“No, you—”
“I slept in the van while you guys were at sea. I don’t need to rest.” His curls are a mess on the back of his head, so he might tell the truth. “And you need me to drive you. It’s my cousin’s van.”
Robb hesitates, but seems to realize Leo won’t accept no for an answer. “Fuck… Let’s go, then,” he grumbles.
I grab sunglasses in the pocket of one of my coats by the door and hand them to him. “Don’t let them see your eyes.”
Robb makes a sour face but accepts them. Leo follows him chirpily down the stairs, and I wonder what will come of that unexpected duo.
I find myself alone in the apartment. Azeroth is still flying somewhere, and I’m annoyingly aware of his absence. I close the blinders on all the windows, my blue eyes sore from the bright sunlight.
I’m about to head to the bathroom when the door to the rooftop opens, and Azeroth walks in. His dark energy settles over me, stoking the fire that burns under my skin. With his back to the glare of the Los Angeles’ morning, I can’t see his face.
“We’re alone,” he says. It’s not a question.
My voice quivers as I say, “Yes.”
He jumps from the top of the spiral staircase and lands heavily in front of me. I wonder briefly if Tina heard it from the diner downstairs. Then he steps forward and swallows my gasp with a kiss as the full extent of his power wraps around me.
“You’re not going anywhere until I have my cock buried deep in you,” he says when he finally allows us to breathe.
I dig my nails into his forearms and close my eyes. His words alone could make me come. And if his chuckle is any sign, he knows it.
“Would you like that, exorcist?” he teases.
I nod eagerly; my voice seems lost somewhere in my chest. He sweeps me off my feet and carries me to the bedroom. I would feel mortified if I weren’t so horny. But I am, in fact, already losing my mind, and never want him to let me go ever again.
Azeroth drops me gently on the bed and stands over me. “Take off your clothes, Jon.”
In the darkness of my room, his eyes glow like molten gold, and his pupils have expanded. My hands shake as I obey.
My clothes are still wet from my swim in the North Pacific Ocean and my skin is cold and clammy. It feels like picking at the layers of fragile armor around my broken soul, baring it to his heated gaze.
As I struggle to pull my soggy pants off, he loses patience and growls deep before pulling them over my feet.
When I’m finally entirely naked and have nowhere to hide, his smile is full of fangs as he says, “I’m going to make such a meal out of you.”
He gets to his knees in front of the bed and pulls me closer to the edge by the hips. I choke on a gasp as his warm mouth trails over my stomach and down to my groin. My hands reach for his horns reflexively; I need something to anchor me in the storm. He places my legs over his shoulders, and faithful to his words, devours me without mercy.
I’ve experienced a few blowjobs in my life, but nothing ever came close to the way Azeroth deepthroats me. The tip of my cock hits the back of his throat repeatedly, making it impossible for me to hold off the orgasm cresting like a wave. I’m taken under as it breaks over me with such force that I shout. I come in his mouth, and he swallows my cum to the very last drop. My legs shake uncontrollably over his shoulders and he caresses my thighs.
“You taste too good to be real,” he purrs after popping my cock out of his mouth. “And I’m far from done with you. This was just the first course.”
Yes , I want to say. Yes …
I watch blearily as he gets to his feet to take his clothes off. His tank top is the first to go, revealing his muscular chest and gray skin covered in white tattoos. Then he drops his cargo pants, and of course, he’s not wearing any underwear. His massive cock springs out, and I’m riveted. I remember the feel of his ridges on my tongue and the taste of him. He’s already hard, and the deep red tip weeps a little.
“We’ll need to get me wet if we want to bury my cock in you,” he says, and I shiver. “Don’t you agree, ashy one?” I nod a little too fast, and he chuckles. “Then put your head over the edge of the bed.”
Oh, fuck.
Some part of me, the one so used to resisting, fights against the urge to please him. I’m an exorcist, and he’s a demon of lust. We shouldn’t… we…
I lie on my back, my head over the edge, and open my mouth. Azeroth growls and his cock appears above my face. I lick the tip tentatively. Once again, the sweet taste of him explodes over my tongue, and I moan.
I angle my head to allow him to get deeper. He’s surprisingly gentle as he fucks my face, making sure not to go too far and hit my gag reflex. It’s maddening. I almost wish he could be more aggressive, even though I have little experience. I groan around his cock and urge him on. Azeroth chuckles and holds my jaw open with his right hand. His claws scratch my neck possessively.
“Why are you so intoxicating, ashy one?” he asks as he takes a deep breath. “Is it the nature of your mutations? Is it your soul, intertwined with Lucifer’s, or is it just you?”
I don’t have the answer, and I don’t care as long as he keeps wanting me. Call it lust or a silly infatuation, but I haven’t felt so alive in years. Azeroth’s dark energy is addictive, undeniably, but so are his little laughs, his heated gaze, and snide remarks. I’ve been in survival mode my whole life, never expecting more. Always peering through the looking glass, but never daring to set foot on the other side.
But I have found a demon who knows who I am—what I am—and still wants to fuck my brains out and make me forget all about the gate of Hell, doomed destinies, and the great All. I’ll let him use me as he pleases, because the fact he wants me at all feels like a twisted miracle.
And if the only ones who ever want me are demons, so be it. I’ve made my peace with my demonic tendencies.
Azeroth pulls out, and I gasp for air. I already feel so light-headed from the lack of oxygen, the orgasm, and his power.
“Do you know what this is?” he asks, pointing at the bulge in the middle of his cock. It’s not as big as it was the other day when he came in his hand.
I find my voice just to say, “Tell me…”
“My knot, ashy one. This is a particularity of my species. It swells to ensure that our partner can’t escape during orgasm and we can keep on feeding from their rapture. Archaic, I agree, but oh so… good, for both parties involved. I can control myself, to a degree. And I will, if you ask me when the time comes. But I’d rather not.”
My eyes widen as I focus my attention on his knot hovering above my face. Fear and delight mix in a dangerous combination. I nod in a daze.
Azeroth smiles and caresses my lips with his thumb. They’re swollen from the blowjob I just gave.
“And this one,” he continues, pointing at the second bulge at the base of his cock. “Is what you could call a lubricant gland. It produces a substantial amount of liquid to facilitate fucking.”
How can he make the word ‘substantial’ sound dirty?
He fists his dick and gives it a few strokes. Fat drops of clear lubricant fall from the tip to my cheek and I gasp. This is what must taste sweet.
“You’re a sex fiend…” I say, in awe.
His laugh rumbles in his chest. “Oh, very much so.” His golden eyes wander on my naked body. “Now, give me your hand.”
I comply, and he places my grip around his cock. My heart picks up as I feel the hardness of him between my fingers and the ridges of his underside rubbing against my palm. Lubricant pours from the tip, as if on cue.
“Now, finger yourself, ashy one,” he says. “I want to watch you do it with my cock between your lips.”
His filthy words are almost enough to make me come again, and my erection twitches eagerly. Azeroth holds my gaze as I lower my lubricant-covered hand between my legs.
I notice suddenly that his energy has lessened. I’m still incredibly horny—close to losing my mind—but it’s entirely my doing. Does he know that I’m inexperienced in the matters of the body and sex? Is it his way of offering me a conscious choice?
A demon of lust, respecting consent more than all the humans in my life. I would laugh if I wasn’t so aroused.
I encircle my entrance and moan as I tease the ring of muscle. I only ever touched myself there on the rare occasions in the quiet of my apartment or hotel rooms when I wasn’t too tired from hunting demons. And never with someone watching me do it.
Knowing that Azeroth’s eyes are on me is… exhilarating, to say the least. I open my mouth, tongue peeking out to urge him on. He growls and angles his cock between my lips once again. I moan around it as I insert the tip of my finger inside me.
I start stretching myself, and soon, the discomfort turns to pleasure as the muscle relaxes.
At some point, I must have lost track of what I was doing, because I stopped sucking and I’m just rubbing my face on his cock. My skin is wet with lubricant, and my lips taste sweet.
Azeroth’s eyes are on my hands, busy pleasuring me. His dark energy rises once again, as if he can’t control himself any longer.
Neither do I.
“Please…” I whisper. I need more than my fingers.
His eyes darken as he looks at me. “I love that word coming from your mouth, exorcist.”
His wings flare as he grabs me by the shoulders and pushes me to my knees on the bed. My fingers slip out and I find myself ass up. Before I have time to realize what’s going on, his pointy tongue delves inside me. I shout. Nothing has ever felt so decadent and warm and good. He eats me out until I melt on the bed like a forgotten candle that burned for too long.
Azeroth pulls away, allowing me to gather my scattered thoughts for a moment before I feel his fingers at my entrance. They’re slippery; he must have gathered more lubricant. I should fear his claws, but I’m too horny to care.
Except… I don’t feel them.
“What…?” I mumble. “Your claws…”
“Retractable,” he whispers in my ear, his warm breath tickling my neck. “I told you. We incubi can fight—we’re demons, after all—but we’re mainly designed for love-making.”
I squirm on the bed, and he crawls over me to bite the sensitive spot between my shoulder and neck. A moan escapes my lips as his fangs dig into my flesh, just enough to hold me in place as he fingers me.
I wonder distractingly if demons have a more animalistic way of fucking, and biting is part of it.
I certainly don’t mind it. Quite the contrary. The possessiveness and demand of the act makes me feel unhinged, and I wish he would bury himself deep in me already.
“Come on…” I rasp. “Stop playing with your food…”
Azeroth’s laugh caresses my skin. He licks the bite mark on my shoulder and says, “Trust me, I’m not playing, ashy one. I’m savoring your surrender. Who knows when the opportunity will arise again?”
I come to the gut-wrenching realization that he’s right. Hell is knocking at the door and the flames are licking at our boots. If Abaddon’s army crosses over, we might not make it out alive. I won’t let them trample my homeworld.
I arch my back to capture his mouth with a new urgency. For now, all we have is the present, and I intend to enjoy it to the fullest.
“Hurry…” I whisper against his lips. “Fuck me…”
Azeroth growls. “You’re irresistible.”
His fingers pull away, leaving me feeling empty and unmoored. But then what is undeniably the head of his cock nudges my entrance. He pushes it inside me with little hip thrusts, and my eyes roll back as the ring of muscle gives in. I gasp and shake. His fingers were nothing compared to the feeling of his girth pushing me to the brink of insanity.
Azeroth hums appreciatively. “You’re sucking me in, sweet one.”
He bites my shoulders again as he buries himself deeper. His lubricant leaks between my legs and it makes a filthy, wet noise that will blissfully haunt my fantasies forever. The first bulge enters me—his knot—and I gasp. Then he keeps going, and I jerk as he hits a particular spot deep inside me.
“Fuck…” I sob, overwhelmed by pleasure. “What—?”
“Your prostate,” he says. “The slender head of my cock has the perfect shape to nudge your prostate.”
I let out a string of incoherent words, and he laughs.
But soon, I cannot articulate at all as he picks up speed and thrusts into me repeatedly. I lose track of who I am and where we are as he fucks me relentlessly, my head buried in the bed.
Azeroth, too, seems a little unbalanced as his breathing gets uneven and he mutters filthy words under his breath. His dark energy feels wilder as it holds me in a vise.
This is what true pleasure feels like. No shame. No afterthought or doubts. He could kill me now and I would still utter a ‘thank you’ before expiring.
Yes, yes, yes… I think like a prayer at every thrust.
I must have said it out loud, because Azeroth whispers, “Yes. You’re fucking unbelievable. You taste and feel like a dream…”
My cock rubs on the bed, and with the way he hits my prostate, my orgasm explodes like a supernova. I moan and mumble nonsensically as I come.
“Oh, fuck,” Azeroth says. “I need to knot you… let me…”
“Yes,” I rasp. “Fuck yes…”
The last tether holding him back snaps, and his hips slap against me with ferocity. He grabs me by the back of the neck and holds me in place as he chases his orgasm. I accept it all with delight, my stomach sticky from my release on the bed.
Azeroth lets out a pleasured sigh as he comes inside me. And suddenly, I feel it. His knot swells and pushes on all sides, crushing my prostate and sending me over the edge again. My cock gives a valiant effort as a few more drops of semen spurt out.
It feels… it feels…
“Oh, fuck…” I whine.
Azeroth chuckles and embraces me from behind. “Don’t move, sweet one… We’ll be stuck together until my knot goes down. You might feel a little out of it. My seed is still powerful.”
“Yes… yes…”
“It’s been decades since I wasn’t able to control myself. You’re truly intoxicating,” he slurs, as if he indulged too much.
It’s me , I realize. He indulged too much on my energy.
Time stretches as I slowly come back to reality.
I relax in his arms, gathering my surviving brain cells. “But aren’t you used to multiple partners a week? And ones who are wildly more experienced than I am.”
Azeroth toiled in the Deep Market’s brothel, after all. And I know that he didn’t lack sexual encounters in Hell.
He nudges my sweaty neck with his nose, sending shivers down my spine.
“Believe it or not, the physical aspect of sex is secondary to incubi. What matters, and what we crave, is energy. And yours makes my power sing. You taste sweeter than honey, and yet spicy enough to make my body burn for you. You’re a genuine delight for a devil like me.”
Azeroth’s words soothe the hidden wound inside me. The one that I had since childhood that was cut deeper every time someone in my life refused to give me the affection and acknowledgment I craved.
“Thank you…” I whisper.
He lets out a sigh of contentment. “Trust me. The pleasure is all mine.”
I’m still drunk from his semen buried deep inside me when his knot finally goes down a few minutes later. I sob from pleasure and regret as he pulls out.
“Have no fear, sweet one. We’re not done,” he says before pushing in. I shout as he speeds up relentlessly, fucking me again as his cum and lubricant make a squelching sound. “We incubi can come countless times in one day.”
Oh, fuck… yes …
“I won’t stop until you beg me to. I’ll give you all that you need and deserve.”
Tears of joy well to the surface and I can’t quiet the sobs escaping my lips. I feel everything to a maddening extent. The sweat on my skin, his hands holding me down, his massive cock stretching me to madness and hitting that sweet spot inside me.
Azeroth’s hand reaches for my throat, and I dip my chin to lick his fingers. They taste sweet, like his lubricant. He growls as I suck them with desperation. I want to swallow him all. Devour him as he devours me. Feed on him to finally satisfy the craving.
Please… I never want it to stop…
“I know, sweet one,” he says in my ear. He can taste it all in my energy. “I’m not letting you go. You’re mine.”
I gasp and cry out, “Yes!”, as his wet fingers caress my swollen lips.
Azeroth pounds into me, rearranging my entire body around his swelling knot. He pulls me into his arms and fists my cock in his large hand. One stroke is all it takes to make me come all over the bed again. I sob and turn to mush, but he doesn’t let me go. His body is hot as burning coal along my back.
“Whenever you’ll feel like it, I’ll let you fuck me,” he rasps, thrusting into me. “But not today. Today, I’ll take you until you forget your own name.”
I whimper, head buried in the bed.
He grabs me by the waist and rolls me on my back before plunging inside me once again. He rearranges my limbs over his shoulders. I’m reduced to a sexual object, a mindless creature of lust for him to feed on and use, and I love it.
Azeroth kisses me savagely, and I moan around his warm tongue. I bury my face in his neck and lick the sweat off his skin. And just like he did to me earlier, I open my jaw and bite the muscle between his shoulder and throat possessively.
“Fuck…” He growls and gasps, coming inside me.
We shouldn’t be able to keep going, demons or not. We came three times each in the past hour. But we’re both backed by higher powers, and we can’t seem to be able to stop just yet.
Azeroth fucks me, over and over again, until I really lose sense of who I am and what my name is. My eyes roll back and I lose consciousness more than once, drunk on his seed and dark energy.
At some point, he stops long enough to give me a drink of fresh water. It drips on my chin and chest, lighting my raw senses on fire. I clutch his hand, wanting more. He laughs and caresses my cheek with his claws.
“Breathe, sweet one. Breathe.”
I blink the sweat off my lashes and watch him in the gloom of my bedroom. He stands over me, glorious and naked, like an avenging god rising from a myth. A god of lust and darkness. How am I expected to breathe in the presence of such a creature?
He smiles, his fangs peeking over his bottom lip, and puts the empty glass on the table before man-handling me toward him again. Before I have time to realize, he’s already buried deep in me.
Oh, Hell, may he never stop wanting me like this …
Some time later—maybe hours or centuries—he finally stops ravaging me. I’m floating on a cloud of contentment, at last. Azeroth holds me in his arms, ensuring that his knot doesn’t hurt me, before laying us on our sides. His heartbeat lulls me to sleep.
For once, the world is quiet, and I’m grateful for Lucifer’s sacrifice.