Chapter 2
Aios
Ikeep her just ahead of me down the corridor, the way her ass moves under that thin fabric has my cock ready to punch a hole through my pants.
This girl has my world turning inside out and I’m helpless to stop the growing feelings she’s lighting up inside me.
She stops at a doorway I remember well. Inside, a parlor waits. The velvet sofa I recall from so long ago is draped in ghost cloth, the hearth sitting cold.
I whip the covering cloth away from the piece of furniture and toss it to the corner of the room, watching it settle like a banished spirit, then I will the sad, torn furniture back to the vibrant, soft red I remember.
This whole house will need refurbishing if she is going to live here. I will make it gleam like a jewel again, as it did a century ago.
“Sit down, little witch,” I say. The thought that this tiny human is meant to be mine shocks me down into my dark soul as I take in the room. “Why is this your favorite room?”
She sinks onto the sofa, knees tight together, fingers twisting. The slip clings to her thighs, and I imagine spreading them wide, exposing all that soft, pink innocence to my dark gaze.
“It’s where I used to read when my father was asleep. There were books here before they came and cleaned it out. My father read some of them to me when I was a little girl, but that was before he changed. So, I read to myself…”
I lean against the mantel, arms folded.
I already see into her thoughts. Her father tried to be a good man, at first after her mother met a demise at his hands.
He was a jealous man. Something I never understood until now. Darkness pulled at him after that and as so many humans do, he gave in to the urges. They call it addiction here, but it is lust. Lust takes many forms.
In my inner eye, I see his downfall and how he isolated this little witch with her mother’s blue eyes and frail beauty. I better understand her childlike nature, despite her age.
“Eyes on me,” I order, tightness banding around my chest when her eyes are not on mine.
Her head lifts, those big, uncertain eyes catching mine and holding. I should be immune to the feelings she ignites inside me, but something about her is different.
“That’s it,” I say, keeping my voice from shattering the windows the way it could if I allowed it. “Good girl.”
A flush rises over her throat, and I find the space between us impossible to maintain. I push off the mantel and cross the rug. Each step is an eternity before her warmth radiates against the black, sucking cold of my form. Her breath skips, but she doesn’t break eye contact.
Up close, her scent slams into me and drags low. A new lust takes over. There will be a price to pay for these feelings, I know that already, I just do not know what that price will be.
I, too, have a master, although it has been centuries since we’ve communicated. Demons are independent until we break a rule, and loving a human is not only unheard of, it is forbidden.
Is that what I feel now? Love?
I will burn down this and every other world for her, I know it already. If this is what love feels like, I understand how distracting it can be.
She needn’t tell me she is pure and untouched. I smell it on her. My cock grows heavy, thick and angry down my leg. My seed spills in a stream inside my pants.
I reach out, knuckles grazing her throat. Her warmth seeps into my fingers, weaving its way up my arm. “You’re trembling.”
“Yes. Seems appropriate given the circumstances.”
“I find your fear intoxicating.” I don’t bother to bite back the growl that claws from my throat, letting my knuckles drift down the soft inside of her arm until gooseflesh blooms.
Her knees drift apart before she realizes. She catches herself, almost closes them, then stops, breathing unevenly, waiting to see what I’ll do.
“You feel wet down in that pretty spot between your thighs, don’t you?”
A sharp inhale, a tiny nod, then she forces herself to say it out loud. “Yes. It’s warm and…sticky. I don’t understand it.”
I glide forward, knocking her knees wide with a bony foot, my shadow swallowing her.
“Say it again. What is happening between your legs in that innocent space you’ve saved for me?”
I watch her throat work, eyes puzzled, but I’m inside her head, already finding it an engaging and lusty playground.
Finally, she understands what I want from her. Her hands twist in her lap as her lips part. “I’m wet. And aching. Like there’s something I need down there, I just don’t know what.”
A groan breaks low in my chest. “Show me where exactly.”
She hesitates, but I stare coldly forward. Her thoughts are pure. She is innocent, untouched, but there’s a wicked understanding about her as well. It’s a mixture of heaven and hell itself.
Finally, her fingers untangle. She pinches the thin cloth just above the hem and exposes the creamy skin of her thighs an inch at a time. Her hands shake, but she keeps going until she’s bare and open.
Somewhere inside me, bones click and strain. Dropping my gaze, I see it in the low candlelight of the room.
She’s slick and shining, nothing under the slip to keep her hidden, and it’s all for me. The sight makes my hunger snarl.
She doesn’t realize it, but she has just sealed her fate. She is mine. I will never give her up.
Her innocence and trust claw at my insides as I lower my hand and curve it around her ass, the softness of her flesh sending desire through every nerve. I trail a finger up, through the cleft of her ass, the small of her back, shoulder blades…
“Ow!” She winces, and I pull back like I’ve just been burned, hearing a tearing sound as a claw rips through the gathered slip in my desperation.
Anger floods through me. My talons aren’t gentle enough for human flesh, and ordinarily I would enjoy that fact. But with her, I only want pain that’s mixed with pleasure. I never want to see her suffer.
“I’m sorry,” I say quizzically. Who ever heard of a demon being sorry?
“It’s all right, just…hurts a little.”
“I’ll be careful with you little one from now on. You are fragile,” I promise, forcing the claws to shrink, the sharp edges to blunt as I kiss my fingers and press them to her cut back, closing the shallow wound.
I slide my other hand under her knee and ease her thighs wider until she’s fully offered to me. She trembles, but doesn’t pull away. Brave, reckless thing.
“That’s it… That’s my good girl.” My voice softens and darkens at once. “Show me that sinful, wet part of you that drives men wild.”
I lower myself slowly until the cool of my breath ghosts across the fevered heat of her sex. She gasps and tips her hips toward me before she can stop. I catch the movement with a low growl.
“Stay still, little witch. I want to see all the pretty parts of you. The ones your kind cover in shame.”
She nods quickly, clutching the bunched slip, white-knuckled as her chest rises hard and fast.
The embers of hellfire kiss her bare skin, casting shadows that twist like serpents around us. For a demon who’s etched centuries into his bones, the sharp scent of her youth reeks like stolen nectar, sweet enough to make my seed turn hot.
I inhale deeply, claws grazing the hollow between those perfect tits, and vainly tell myself it won’t be this ache that undoes me tonight.
“Eyes on mine,” I command, teeth brushing her throat as I dive lower, licking the dip in her clavicle, tasting her beading sweat, continuing up to her jaw.
Her skin burns hotter than my veins, a mortal’s fire begging to be quenched in hell.
My thumb circles the pulse fluttering between her legs, a tiny tomb I’m about to breach.
I thrust a claw into that slick heat, sharp enough to split flesh but slow enough for her to feel every inch of my greed. Her gasp rings out raw, like broken glass over fire.
“You’re mine now,” I growl, voice cracking the air itself. “Body and soul, no ‘maybe’ or ‘later.’ When a demon claims your cunt, it’s forever.”
“Why… why do you want me?” she pants, eyes wide and reckless. “I’m nobody. Nothing.”
“You’re everything. All the fucking world, as far as I’m concerned.
” I kiss first to numb her flesh, then bite down hard enough to draw blood.
A trickle of it runs down, just below the earlobe where her vein pulses, and I hear her breath catch as I lick it to close the wound.
I could do this for eternity, drawing little gasps of pain and healing her with a kiss.
“No other man will ever touch you, Eve. I will spill souls into hell for eternity if necessary to keep another man from even looking at what’s mine.
” My blunted claw curls inside her, thick and unyielding, and she bucks against it.
“I’m not gentle. Not fair. That’s not the way I’m made.
If you dare even look at another being in a way I don’t like?
I’ll bathe you in the blood of the poor mortal you cursed with your gaze. ”
Her mouth falls open, and for a moment, I sense she doesn’t believe me. Humans exaggerate all the time. Demons do not.
When she nods, understanding dawning in her eyes, I breathe a sigh, and my chest tightens in a way that’s close to pain. The thought of ever losing her to another sends fury through my veins.
“Say you understand, little witch.”
“I understand.”
“Then spread,” I snap, voice low as a dying ember, and chuckle as she instantly obeys, her knees snapping wide. I lower myself to gaze at that prize, still glistening with warm honey. “Fucking delicious.”
My tongue lashes out before she can protest, savoring her gasp as I devour every tremor.
She tastes like forbidden wine. Sweet and tart and wild, burning hotter than any damnation I’ve known. My claws grip her hips, digging into bone to hold her still while my mouth ravages what’s mine.
“Daddy wants more,” I rasp against her clit, flicking it sharply, drawing a low moan from her throat as she trembles in my grip.
The title that tumbles from my mouth is something I never understood before this moment. I want to fuck her filthy, then brush her golden hair and teach her and discipline her for reasons that benefit only her. So unselfish are these feelings. So unfamiliar but obsessive.
I draw back enough to caress her with my talons, curling a claw gently into her warmth, pricking just enough to make her spine bow like a drawn blade.
“Fucking delightful little thing, you are,” I growl, my voice low as smoldering coals. “And all mine now. To use as I like. To keep. To bring me pleasure.”
Her bare, rose-tipped breasts jiggle as she quivers in my grip, her breath a tremulous hymn. “Do you…Do you play like this with other women, too? Will I have to share you?”
“Other—” My laughter slices through the air.
“You’ve got my cock coiled tighter than Hades’ ass.
” I press a thumb to her quivering pearl, slick as venom, watching her hips buck like a wild thing.
“There will be no other women, so you’re going to need to take it all, little Eve.
As often as I wish.” My fingers splay wide across her petals, squeezing until she whimpers.
“Every inch. Every whim. Every game I wish to play. You will be my muse and my doll.”
“Promise there will never be any others,” she pants, fingertips digging into the couch.
“Humans do not make demands of demons,” I reply, startled that I have no desire to rip her into bloody strips at the way she spoke to me.
She shrugs. “I just, I don’t want to be hurt anymore.”
The way her eyes start to tear sends me into a murderous fury.
“There will only be you, and I will not allow you to be hurt anymore, little one. Now,” I feel a twisting in my center as the low hum of insatiable lust that I’ve lived with for so long spins and spins so tight I’m choking on it, My cock is cursing me in endless streams demanding his own needs be met.
“legs open, little witch,” I order, spreading her wide as I plunge in again like a shadow devouring light.
My fangs graze the pulse at her thigh as I trail kisses higher, each touch leaving trails of heat that linger.
“Stay wide for me, and I’ll make sure you never worry about me looking at another female again. ”
Christ, the sight claws through me. Her curls gilded by moonlight, her slickness glinting like stolen dew. A demon doesn’t need breath, but mine hitches anyway. One sweep of my tongue, and she’s a wildfire in my mouth. I taste blood and grin as she curses.
“Oh, God… Oh, God!”
I delve deeper, a primal hunger roaring through me. My claws pry her folds apart, not gently but with diabolical need, as she meets me with hips arched, gasping.
“More!” She screams as the tip of my tongue flicks her clit like a blade striking flint, and her cries drown the night. This girl is perfection. I’d spend eternity here between her legs.
“Let go, angel,” I growl. “Let me taste your ruin.”
“I— It’s too much! I want to—” She thrashes, back arching so far she seems to touch the ceiling, thighs trembling.
“Come,” I command, my tongue spiraling faster, devouring every shudder.
The air crackles with raw power as her climax hits like a supernova, blazing through her, molten and consuming.
Her cunt clenches around my intruding finger as I pump in and out, in and out my tongue working that little button. “Again, Eve!”
My fingers stretch her open, pulling at that glorious resistance they call a hymen in this world +until there’s nothing left but my name clawed into the air between us.
When she comes a second time, the whimpers from her throat sound like a mortal begging for life, but I know this mortal is only just learning how wonderful life can be.
“Mine,” I whisper when it’s over, licking her cum off my fingers like cherry syrup.
She’s trembling too hard to speak, but I’ve got centuries to hear those sounds again.
“You opened the door,” I tell her. “You said the words that gave yourself to me. Now you take what came through it.”
Her answer is a small, needy sound that trembles against my ear drums.
“That’s it,” I breathe. “So ready. You want to be mine, don’t you, little witch?”
I lower until my mouth is a breath away from her heat, close enough she feels the cool tease of me without the touch. Her whole body shudders.
“Yes!” She screams into the darkness.
The house hums around us, as love embeds itself into my chest.