Chapter 11
CHAPTER ELEVEN
I think everyone in Hidden Hollow stopped by your bakery today,” Malik remarked, dropping onto the faded floral print couch in my living room with a sigh. Even for an immortal Demon, he looked tired.
“You’re right about that,” I said, settling beside him. “Every year I make the tarts, they get more popular. I can’t believe we sold out in an hour!”
I’d actually had to put a limit of two tarts per customer, because people wanted to buy a dozen at a time. Of course I had saved some back for Goldie to serve at her diner and some for Goody Albright to serve with the High Tea she advertised at her B&B but all the rest had gone to hungry repeat customers and people who had just moved to town and had heard about the tarts from their new neighbors.
Luckily we’d cleaned the bakery before opening the doors so after the last tart was sold, I was able to close up shop and go home early for the day. But of course, none of that would have been possible without Malik’s help. In the past, when I did tart day all by myself, I sometimes didn’t get home until nearly midnight. But there was still light in the sky as we walked through the crisp Fall weather from The Lost Lamb back to my house.
But even though it hadn’t lasted nearly as long as last year’s tart day, it had still been a long day. My feet were aching and I was glad to get off them and prop my feet up on the ugly brown coffee table that Great Aunt Gertrude had left me. She had terrible taste in furniture but I hadn’t had the heart to get rid of her stuff and get stuff of my own when I moved in to the old Victorian mansion. I wasn’t much of an interior decorator and I was always busy baking. When did I have time to furniture shop?
“You look tired,” Malik remarked, turning his head to look at me. There was concern in his black eyes.
“So do you,” I countered. “Only I didn’t know immortal Demons could get tired.”
“I expend energy the same way you do when I take corporeal form,” he remarked. “It’s not like living in spirit form where you are energy.”
“Is that what everyone is down there in, uh, Hell’s Waiting Room?” I asked with interest. “Pure energy?”
“Something like that.” He scooted closer to me and smiled. “But I don’t mind getting tired if it means I get to spend time with you.”
“Don’t talk like that,” I said, looking away. “Don’t talk like you know me and really want to spend time with me—you don’t.”
“Yes, I do know you,” he protested. “We’ve been meeting in your dreams for the past six months. And of course I want to spend time with you—it was your longing that brought me out of deep slumber and woke me completely.”
“Well…I don’t know if that counts,” I mumbled, looking down at my hands. “I barely remember those dreams.”
But I was lying—the dreams I’d forgotten had been coming back to me in bits and pieces. Almost all of them were erotic but in some of them Malik and I just talked and got to know each other. I had to admit, I probably knew the big Incubus better than I did many of the men I’d dated in the past. Which didn’t make it any easier to sit right beside him when I was still feeling the lingering desire that had been teasing me all day long.
“You remember,” Malik murmured. Reaching out, he cupped my cheek and turned me face up to his. “I think you remember very well, Celia.”
He took my mouth in a kiss and I have to confess, I didn’t try to stop him. Despite the long day we’d both had, I could feel his energy flowing through me. It was like he was a power source that I had somehow plugged in to and he was charging my battery—in more ways than one.
“ Mmm ,” he murmured, breaking the kiss at last. “What about that fantasy now? How about if I fulfill it?”
I bit my lip, looking up at him uncertainly.
“If I let you do that though, doesn’t it mean you’ll go away? I mean, what if that Ogre comes back again. I know my house is warded against evil Creatures but?—”
“Ah, I see what’s worrying you,” he murmured. “What if I promised not to leave you until the situation with the Ogre is resolved?”
“Really?” I looked at him hopefully. “You’d do that?”
“Of course!” His handsome face grew serious. “I told you before, I wasn’t in time to save Hester. I have an obligation to your bloodline—I won’t leave before I fulfill it.”
I looked away.
“So that’s the reason you’re staying? Just to fulfill an obligation?”
“No, I’m staying because I want to. Because over the last six months we’ve been dreaming of each other, I realized what a unique woman you are, Celia. And that I want to get to know you better— much better.”
I started to answer, but he took my mouth again in a much more passionate and urgent kiss this time. I couldn’t help myself—I gave in and kissed him back. I let my hands wander over his broad chest and breathed in his warm, smoke and spice scent as the two of us kissed each other hungrily and deeply.
But Malik wasn’t content just to taste my mouth. A moment later, he broke the kiss. Before I could protest, he brushed my hair away from my neck and began to kiss me there, too, nibbling and flicking his tongue over the sensitive skin to send pleasure racing through my whole body.
My neck has always been an erogenous zone for me. The minute he started kissing me there, I felt my body reacting. My nipples got so tight they almost hurt and my pussy was suddenly wet and hot. My clit was throbbing again and I shifted on the couch, wondering vaguely if it had anything to do with the way he had stung me with his tail when he had first appeared in my bed.
“ Mmm , as a matter of fact, that’s exactly what’s happening,” Malik murmured against my neck.
“Uh, what?” I panted, barely able to concentrate.
Malik looked up, his eyes half-lidded.
“The aching you feel in your sweet little clit is a result of my venom,” he said.
“Your venom?” My eyes got wide, though I couldn’t get too upset—I was too turned on for that.
“Yes, my venom,” he repeated and suddenly his tail was hovering just in my line of sight. “In small quantities it brings intense pleasure and sensitivity. Watch…”
And before I could protest, he reached into my t-shirt and bra and pulled out one of my breasts. Before I could stop him, the end of his tail was curling around my breast while the pointed tip teased lightly at my tight nipple.
“Hey,” I protested breathlessly. “Don’t really sting me, okay?”
“Why not? It doesn’t have to hurt—you just weren’t prepared for it last time,” he said. “Now you know what’s coming, you should feel only pleasure.”
“But—” I began but then the tip of his tail suddenly pressed directly against my nipple.
I expected to feel a sharp stinging sensation but, as Malik had promised there wasn’t even a pinch or any pain at all. Instead, I felt a sensation of intense pleasure—almost like I was having an orgasm through my nipple, if that makes any sense.
“Oh!” I gasped, writhing on the couch.
“See? It feels good, doesn’t it?” Malik gave me a devilish smile. “And see how much more sensitive your nipple is now?”
Looking down, I could see that the nipple he had stung was indeed looking more sensitive. It was darker and larger than it had been—almost as though it was swollen with pleasure.
“Look, let’s do a comparison.” Reaching into my shirt again, Malik pulled out my other breast. Holding my eyes with his the whole time, he leaned forward and captured my un-stung nipple in his mouth.
I moaned breathlessly as he circled my nipple with his tongue. It felt really good. I’ve always liked having my breasts and nipples played with—as long as the guy knows what he’s doing—and the big Incubus definitely did.
Reluctantly, I thought, he let my nipple slip from his lips.
“That was nice, wasn’t it?” he murmured.
I nodded mutely. It had been a whole lot more than just “nice.”
“But see how much better it feels when I sting you first,” Malik went on.
Leaning down again, he took my other nipple—the one he’d stung with his tail—between his lips and began to tease it exactly the same way.
I nearly jumped out of my skin! The pleasure of his hot mouth enveloping me and his talented tongue swirling around my swollen peak was multiplied exponentially. I gasped and grabbed for his horns, but I didn’t know if I was trying to push him away…or pull him closer.
“Oh! Oh my God—Malik!” I moaned, thrusting my chest out to offer him more. “Oh, that feels so good but I think I’m going to…going to come if you don’t stop!”
He pulled back at last, giving me a knowing smile.
“And do you want to come like this, Celia?” he murmured. “Or would you rather come with my mouth between your thighs?”
I felt myself going hot all over. How could he know how I had always fantasized about a man going down on me?
“Because I’m touching you, of course,” he murmured, answering my silent question. “So I know how you long to have a man between your thighs who knows what he’s doing—just as I know that every man you’ve ever let try tasting you has been a disappointment in some way.”
He was definitely right about that. Every time I let a guy go down on me—and there hadn’t been many—it was almost like they were afraid of my pussy. They gave a few hesitant licks and then gave up. The one time I had a guy between my legs who actually showed any enthusiasm, he latched onto an area that was nowhere near my clit. I had tried to redirect him but he kept going back to that one spot until I finally gave up and tapped him on the shoulder to let him know I’d had enough.
It had gotten to the point where I believed getting oral sex was one of those things it’s amazing to fantasize about but almost always disappointing to experience in real life. I wasn’t sure if anyone could really change my mind about that.
“I can,” Malik rumbled confidently. “And I can find your sweet little clit, too. But just in case you need to redirect me, I have natural handles for you right here.” He tapped one of his horns and gave me a knowing, half-lidded smile.
“Oh…” I bit my lip. I really wanted to let him do this, but I still felt a little shy about it. “Maybe…maybe I should take a shower first,” I said hesitantly.
“No—I want to taste you just like you are,” he growled. “Now pull down your panties and let me see that sweet pussy.”
He was already working on pulling down my yoga pants, which I had changed back into before we went home. The way he was looking at me coupled with his commanding tone turned me to liquid from the waist down. With a little gasp I raised my hips to help him strip down the pants and panties, baring me completely.
“Good girl,” Malik growled and he was already on the floor and spreading my legs . “Now just relax and let me taste that sweet pussy.”
“Are…are you going to sting me again?” I panted.
He looked up.
“Do you want me to sting you?”
I bit my lip.
“I…I don’t know.”
“Why don’t you watch this and think about it then.”
And then the triangular end of his tail was suddenly there, teasing lightly around the curls that grew on my mound and then tracing the slit of my pussy with its tip.
“Oh!” I moaned softly as the tail dipped deeper, sliding into my wet folds to caress my aching clit.
“ Mmm , look at that sweet little clit,” Malik murmured. Leaning forward, he parted my outer lips with his thumbs, opening me for his tail.
I watched, mesmerized, as it teased me, sliding around and around the sensitive little button and making me moan again with the intense pleasure. I kept expecting him to sting me, but he didn’t—I wondered why not.
“Because I want the pleasure of tasting you and making you come with my mouth and tongue first,” Malik growled, answering my question. “I’ll sting you again but right now I can’t wait to eat that sweet, creamy pussy. Spread wider, baby—let me in.”
And with that, he leaned all the way forward this time and captured my aching clit between his lips.
I was still somewhat sensitive from the first time he’d stung me, so I moaned and jerked, my hips bucking involuntarily as he licked me. My reaction seemed to please Malik because I heard a low rumble of approval in his throat and then he was pressing forward and licking me in earnest.
I had never had a guy go down on me like this before—with such a mixture of enthusiasm and skill. He seemed to know exactly what to do and how to taste me to bring me maximum pleasure. And more than that, he seemed to really be enjoying what he was doing.
Malik looked up for a moment, his mouth shiny with my juices.
“Of course I’m enjoying it—I fucking love eating your pussy, sweetheart. Knew I would. Spread wider—going to make you come.”
I moaned and did as he commanded. As soon as I obeyed, he started licking me like I was his favorite flavor ice cream in the world and I was in danger of melting.
I definitely was in danger of melting. Hardly knowing what I was doing, I gripped his horns in my hands and held on tight while I bucked up to meet the hot tongue invading my pussy.
Malik seemed to love his. He growled deep in his throat and his long, muscular arms wound around my thighs, splitting me even wider as he buried his face between them. It was like tasting me was more than just pleasing to him—it was like he needed to do it—like he was so hungry for me he couldn’t stop himself and there was nothing he would rather be doing at that exact moment.
“Malik… Malik!” I found I was chanting his name like a prayer as I pressed forward to meet him. He had found my special spot—the right side of my aching clit—and was licking it over and over again, pushing me higher and higher until I was sure I was about to explode. If only I could have just a little more stimulation…
Again, the big Incubus knew exactly what I needed. I felt the tip of his tail slipping inside me and at first I was afraid he might sting me. But then I felt it swelling to fill me as he found the end of my channel. Oh God, it was getting so big inside me! My inner walls were stretching to take him but it felt good —it felt like exactly what I needed to finally come.
Sure enough, being licked and filled at the same time was more than I could stand. I gave a low cry as I felt my orgasm rushing through me. My back arched and I grabbed his horns so hard I was sure I would have marks on my hands later—not that I cared.
“Malik!” I moaned loudly. “Oh my God, yes—please! Don’t stop! Right there—don’t stop!”
He didn’t stop. In fact, he lapped even harder, riding out my orgasm as I tugged hard on his horns and his tail swelled inside me until I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Oh!” I panted. “Oh please…too much…too much!”
Malik didn’t stop licking at once, but his tongue became gentler and he began licking all around my clit instead of focusing on it exclusively.
I moaned softly as his tail slipped out of my pussy. I watched in wonder as it went from a thick club back to a thin whip and the end of it, which had become a rounded head, turned back into a triangle.
“I…I didn’t know you could do that with…with your tail,” I panted, finally letting go of his horns. “I mean, change its shape like that or making it bigger and smaller.”
He licked his lips and looked up at me with half-lidded eyes.
“Fucking delicious. There’s a lot you don’t know about me, baby.”
“ Mmm …” I reached for his horns again and pulled him towards me.
Malik rose up on his knees and captured my mouth in a kiss. I moaned and opened my lips for him, loving my own secret flavor on his tongue.
I think we would have gone for it right then and there on my Great Aunt’s couch if there hadn’t been a sudden pounding on my front door.
“Oh!” I gasped as we pulled apart. “Who could that be?”
My question was answered almost immediately as I heard Goody Albright’s voice calling,
“Celia? Can you please come out? We have a rather large problem!”