Chapter 1 #2
So, this mere girl opened the Bible that the priest used to banish me.
And she was able to read the hidden words, the ones that explain how to bring me back.
Words that can only be read by one free of corruption, a ritual that can only be performed by a pure soul.
Pure of heart, pure of mind, and, most important of all, pure of body.
A virgin. My cock snarls.
My claws twitch with the urge to drag her body against me and indulge this incessant ache she’s created in my mating member.
She studies me right back, unflinching. "Are you a man? Is that a mask, or—?"
"Not a man and not really a mask. At least not in a way that you would understand."
My gaze drags over her - the cut finger, the bare feet, the thin slip that's showing me everything, including the tiny pebbles of her nipples against the fabric.
I should be annoyed by that. Humans used to understand the need to be skyclad when performing a ritual summoning.
The modern world has lost much of the fun and glory of the old traditions.
For some reason, though, I find her innocence amusing. And innocent she is. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be here.
"You broke a seal when you bled on that book. I was locked out, but you have let me back in."
Her throat moves when she swallows, and I watch the line of it. Fire burns through my veins.
"The words said you would be bound to my will if I opened the door and let you in." Her shoulders lift, her chin tips up, and there's bravery threaded through the fear in this tiny human. "There are things I need."
Things she needs. The thought of giving her those things spears heat through me, sudden and fierce, and I feel my cock lift and throb, demanding I take her.
She sees it, her eyes wide, teeth glancing her lip, and if I could grin, I would.
I reach out and grab her wrist, ignoring her instant struggle as I lift her hand, bringing that cut finger to my mouth. Copper hits my tongue as I flick it across the wound, and the house hums low in response.
“Let me go.” She tugs, but it has no effect. I will not release her. In fact, something deep in my marrow whispers that I will never let her go.
Why don’t I want to kill her? Make her writhe and beg for her life?
The question is an interesting one, and it occupies my mind for an instant. I should want her death. Beauty that exquisite would be such fun to destroy.
But…
No. There is something about this human. Something that makes me want to protect her. To possess her. To see her smile, not to hear her scream in pain.
But, screaming in pleasure would be quite entertaining.
She is my mate.
That revelation hits me like a lightning bolt. I’m stunned by the thought down to my very core.
My cock punches its thoughts into mine.
Yes, why are you so blunt minded? I’ve been trying to tell you that since we came through the portal. Our mate…is here. Now put her on her knees demon.
In all the infinite darkness of hell and all the years I’ve played on earth, never did I believe I would find what so many of my kind seek. I’d come to believe it was a story told only to torture us more. To make us believe there was a chance to slake this all-consuming lust that lives inside us.
Could those old tales be true? Could she be the one?
Yes, stupid demon. It’s true now stop wasting time. I’ve waited thousands of years, and you’ll let her get away, fuck her!
“Shut up.” I hiss and her eyes go wide. “Not you.” I correct shaking my head.
I release her wrist, taking a step back, and she makes a fist, trying to hide the tremors shaking her hands. Then her eyes widen as she notices that her finger is no longer bleeding, the cut fully healed, the flesh as smooth as it was before she desecrated it.
The power of a demon’s kiss.
"Give me your name, human."
"I... Eve." Her voice is hesitant, breathy as she trembles, still gazing in wonder at her fingertip.
"Of course, Eve." I taste the word, rolling it around in my mouth, and my gaze slides down the line of her body and back up. I like the way she looks, the way she smells, the way she's trying not to shake. "I am Aios. You live here alone?"
"My father died a year ago. Men from the bank came and said I had to find somewhere else to go. But I don’t know where."
I chuckle. Men from the bank? Ridiculous human notion. Demonic possession is nine-tenths of celestial law.
This is my house, and she is going nowhere.
“You bled on the book and said the words—” I start, and she nods excitedly like she needs to tell someone her story.
“I never explored much while my father was alive. He didn’t like to see me, so I kept to my room and the kitchen, where I prepared his meals or cleaned only during the night when he slept.
” Her chin flicks toward the upper hall.
"I found a key in his desk, and a door that was always locked.
Today, I opened it. There was a Bible inside, with words scrawled across the pages.
Words that explained how to…" She gulps and stares at my eyes, and I feel her effort not to glance down at the living thing between my legs.
"Show me this room and this book," I demand.
She hesitates, and I can see her thinking it through, weighing her options. Then she points.
I turn and head up the stairs, and the wood complains beneath my weight. She follows, barefoot and quick, not afraid enough to stop herself.
Varak shadows along the baseboard, his eyes still locked on my growing phallus. He’s silent as death, and I ignore him.
Urges stronger than I should have fill me as she comes to my side.
"This way." She slips past me, close enough that I catch the warmth of her skin and a hint of fear mingling with her sweetness. A tangle of fire and ice spins down into my core as I follow through a doorway into a room lined with bookcases.
Heavy curtains choke off the moonlight, leaving the room dark except for the faint silver glow spilling through the gap between them. Everything is gray and muted. Thick carpet swallows our footsteps as we enter.
She stops in the center of the room, beside a pedestal where the heavy, gold-edged Bible stands open. She twists her fingers together, and the slip pulls tight across her hips. I catch myself staring, fighting the urge to sweep my tongue around her throat and taste the life inside her.
Her eyes widen. Her breath catches and then slows again, and I watch the slip shift against her nipples. She flushes when she sees me notice, but makes no move to hide.
Varak darkens against the far wall, bleeding into shadow.
I step towards her, palming her jaw, easing her face up until there's nowhere for her to look but at me. The Bible hums in my mind, a sensation not unlike pain behind my eyes. "You opened the doorway, little witch. Tell me why."
She should beg or cry, or try to run. Instead, she asks, "Are you going to hurt me?"
"Probably. But I promise you’ll enjoy it."
Her throat flexes under my hand, a little whimper as I feel her pulse jump. Her toes curl into the rug like she's trying to anchor herself.
I let the weight of me loom, let her feel how much bigger I am, how much stronger. Her hands hover for a second, then clutch the hem of her slip.
My cock juts outward to reach for her and she winces staring at the weeping red monster intent on wrecking that tight virgin hole she’s saved for us I conjure black cloth to cover myself, a shirt for my chest, a jacket, shoes.
For a moment, let me be almost human while I play whatever part this flickering need inside me desires.
“How did you do that?” Her shock at the clothes that cover me is hinted with wonder and amusement.
“Oh, I have many tricks, little one. Would you like to see more of them?”
“Yes.” She nods on a gulp. “Can you make this house mine?” she asks, her jaw firming under my thumb.
“It’s all I know. I haven’t left in years.
I have nothing else. I wouldn’t know how to live in the world…
” Her pale blue eyes drift to the moonlit window, then back to me, her little shoulders pull back, her eyes narrow.
“Kill whoever you need to kill, but this is all I’ve ever known. I can’t leave.”
The casual mention of murder causes a prickling thrill to rush over my skin. I detect no evil from her, only a pragmatic desperation, but I’ll take it. She was made for me, this proves it, and I’ll give her the whole world.
But to begin, this house.
"Understand that you are making a bargain," I tell her. "Once the pact is made, there is no going back."
"I understand."
I take her finger again and slice it with a sharp talon, pulling the copper to my tongue to heal once again. My other hand closes around her wrist. She doesn't pull away. Her pupils widen and her breath syncs to mine as I feel something settle in my chest.
These feelings that rise inside me are dangerous though. Demons have rules, they are few, but if broken, the price is steep.
But for some reason, continued existence, whether on this plane or the other, seems hollow. The need to possess her is stronger than the need to survive. I cannot stop looking at her.
“Give yourself to me, Eve, and I will grant your wish. This house will be yours.”
“I’m…” A moment’s hesitation. A brief flicker of doubt. “You want me?”
I nod. “To do with as I will.”
Crickets outside chirp, skittering mice race to hide in cracks in the foundation. I hear everything, but most of all, her heart beating, and it makes what’s left of my soul sing.
Her pulse jumps, her breath shallow. I watch her pupils dilate with a mixture of fear and excitement. “If you will keep your end of the bargain, then yes, I’m yours.”
" Good girl. I do not lie.." The simple praise rolls off my tongue with an ease and warmth I don’t ever recall feeling. I sweep the Bible closed behind her, then tap it with my finger three times, turning it to ash. No priest or other mortal will ever deny my entry here again.
Her blood has bound her to me, and if I can stay, I will. Taking her with me to the other plane…That is possible. But her mortal soul would be the price she would pay for eternity with me, either here or there.
Her breath is shallow as she gazes up at me, so small and perfect, and my member responds to the thought of her lips wrapped around it, her tongue sliding over the sensitive head as it chastises me, jerking under the legs of my trousers.
I can’t breathe in here stupid demon! You’ve lived without pants for thousands of years, now that we have our mate you want to suffocate me?
I ignore him.
I want her to feel pleasure. I want her to live in comfort and luxury and to look at me the way she’s looking at me right now, like I’m hers. Her protector. Her savior.
The being that will impregnate her with my seed and call her wife.
My balls drop like stones into the cloth covering me and the jarring sensation makes me grunt and lean forward. They warm, tense, and vibrate as they come alive for the first time.
They have a purpose now, and that purpose is between the legs of this tiny, pale human.
Varak looms out of the shadows, a look of fascination on his rodent-like face as he gazes at her, licking his lips and raising his eyebrows as though we are in some mutual pact in touching her.
Anger boils inside me, fury at another creature looking at what’s mine. He may not have breeding apparatus, but that doesn’t stop my possessiveness flaring.
He sees what’s about to happen, but too late to run. With a flick of my fingers, his mole-like face grows a longer snout, his tail lengthening, hairless. He shrinks, then lets out a squeak of terror, and scurries deeper into the library.
Nothing but a rat in an old house.
“Your favorite room,” I say. “Where is it?”
She takes my hand without fear, and I follow.
For the first time in my existence, I would take a knee for someone.
A human none the less. My queen.