Gabriel stared at him, projected laughter and defiance to
him. She was just so grateful he was back, and in one piece. She let him know
that every inch of her body burned in response to his need.
I don’t care. Let them watch, Asmodeus.
Deliberately she reached out and stroked a hand slowly over
his stiffening cock. It throbbed against her hand. Just her closeness had his
cock swelling as his body tightened.
They are in the shadows. I can’t see them. Can you? But I
want to feel this inside me, Asmodeus. I want to feel you deep inside me. Fuck
me. Let them hear me scream my pleasure. Feed from me. Savage me.
Her boldness pleased him. Every word inflamed him, fired his
need for her, his desire to take her. Seeing the challenge in her eyes, knowing
her thoughts, Asmodeus smiled broadly…and pounced.
Let them watch.
His clawed hands hit her shoulders, drove her back onto the
floor. As they fell, his hand swiftly cradled her head so she would not be hurt
and his mouth fastened hard on hers. He devoured her, his tongue swept deep
inside to tangle with hers.
She kissed him back with as much fervor, as much ardor as he
kissed her. They ravaged each other, salved pain and fed the need each had for
the other. Her tongue danced with his as she nipped at his bottom lip.
He grasped the front of the dress and ripped it open like
paper to expose her body.
Asmodeus pillaged her throat, nipped and nibbled to hear her
gasp and moan as he made his way down that smooth, white column. He loved
pleasuring her, loved making her blood burn, her body quake. With joy and
pleasure, he let his tongue flutter over her collarbone to taste her skin.
Need and hunger pounded through him. He craved her—the
brightness of her.
Body arching, Gabriel sought to give him everything he
needed, to assuage the fierce hunger that she could sense raged inside him.
His forked tongue flicked over her breastbone, danced
teasingly between her swollen, aching breasts. Watching it was even more
intoxicating. His tongue fluttered over her nipples, the flickering touch a
delightful torment.
Feed
, Gabriel thought and laughed mentally.
Debauch
me, Asmodeus.
He sucked and suckled, harder and harder, on her breasts as
they swelled. He bit impatiently at her and she cried out. Her back bowed. His
teeth scraped her nipples, trapped one between them as his hand closed around
the other breast tightly to squeeze it.
With a cry, she buried her fingers in his hair as he savaged
her breasts with mouth and hands. Each hard pull of his mouth sent electric
shocks of pleasure shooting through her.
All thought fled.
Let them watch. They won’t know what they see.
His mouth moved to her other breast, sucked and bit until
she writhed beneath him.
Pleasure speared through her as the ache, the throbbing
fullness of her breasts eased with each hard pull of his mouth. It was ecstasy.
His tail curled around her, teased first at her clit, then her pussy and
finally at the tight rosebud of her ass. It danced from one to the other
tantalizingly and sent fluttering bursts of pleasure through her, making her
ache.
Lifting her in his arms so her legs were wrapped around his
waist, Asmodeus looked at her flushed and smiling face and smiled in return.
The spotlights made her white skin glow like pearls. Her
breasts were full and firm, her areolas a rich rose. The scent of her filled
him.
Asmodeus was hungry for more. Much more. Each rush of
Gabriel’s pleasure only increased his need to feed, made the taste of her
richer. He remembered the effervescence of her and shivered in anticipation.
Gabriel smiled back at him.
All?
He draped one of her legs over one of his
shoulders as he raised her to mouth level. Her other leg went other over his
other shoulder as he slid a hand up her back and held her in place then put her
back against the wall.
She smiled and groaned as his mouth found her clit.
All.
Asmodeus devoured her.
Gabriel was a little startled at the ease with which he
lifted her as the image in his mind sent a hot burst from her core to her
drenched pussy.
Each movement of his mouth wound the pleasure pooled inside
her tighter. Then she realized that his tail now pressed against her ass. It
was oddly exciting, tantalizingly erotic as it probed and played.
No one had ever taken her there. Until now.
It fluttered to the rhythm of Asmodeus’ mouth on her as his
tongue lightly tormented the sensitive bud of her clit while she moaned
helplessly. Ecstasy swirled through her.
A groan escaped her, driven out of her as his tail entered
her, slid up inside her—a slim, muscular invader, pushing its way into her as
Asmodeus’ tongue did the same inside her pussy. Deep inside her, his forked
tongue fluttered like butterfly wings as Asmodeus alternately sucked then
licked. Her body tightened. Ecstasy poured from her core. She quivered
helplessly, her hands locked in his hair as his hands slid higher up her back
to support her.
Her body arched as she surrendered to him. Her hands fell
away while she shuddered with the pleasure that swelled and then burst within
her.
Gabriel’s essence poured out of her, eased Asmodeus’ wounded
soul and filled the dark places inside him with light. He drank her pleasure,
drawing in great draughts of her.
He feasted, holding her easily as his tongue swirled around
the soft, swollen nub of her clit, sucked on it as his tail drove deep. Lost in
her, he drank her in, drowned himself in the taste of her, in the feel of her
body as it quivered in his hands, vaguely aware of his tail pumping and
thrusting inside her.
Asmodeus.
Hearing his name echo in her mind as ecstasy took her, all
he could think of was her.
Mine, truly and completely
, Asmodeus thought as he
drew in the essence of her.
His tail slid deeper into her ass. She groaned again as
Asmodeus let her drop down the length of his long, hard body, carefully letting
each shapely leg down to wrap around his waist. The head of his cock pressed
against her pussy as his tail continued to pleasure her ass, driving deeper.
Asmodeus watched her eyelids flutter, her muscles quiver as
the head of his cock pressed against her pussy, spread it, filled her. Her body
shuddered with each inch of him she took.
Ever so slowly, he impaled her as she slid down his shaft
until he was buried deep inside her, the feel of it indescribable. Asmodeus was
lost in the sensation.
So big. There was so much of him. Gabriel was so full of
Asmodeus. His tail stroked steadily inside her, driving inside her ass in
delicious torment until she was nearly out of her mind with pleasure. Ecstasy
built, swelled. His mouth was warm against her pounding pulse. The thought of
his fangs piercing her as his cock did sent a rush of ecstasy through her.
More. Please more.
Everything?
he asked.
With a smile at the image he sent her, Gabriel nodded.
If
he wants to see, let him see.
Lowering her to the floor, Asmodeus pulled out of her
reluctantly, turned her and bent her over the foot of the bed, her hips against
the thin mattress. She braced herself against it as he smoothed his hand over
her back, over the firm tight globes of her perfect ass, covered only by the
bedraggled remains of the thin silk dress.
The head of his cock was huge, hard, as it twitched against
her pussy.
She wasn’t a big girl, barely five foot four. Asmodeus’
hardened cock, so red, almost a deep purple, had to look enormous in comparison
as it slid inside her once again. As fair as she was, to those watching,
against his deep red skin she must have looked the vision of a virgin
sacrifice.
Gabriel didn’t care.
Pleasure built, swelled. Asmodeus’ mouth was warm against
her pounding pulse. She was long past caring who watched as he tugged and
pulled on her nipples, his cock plunging into her. It was sheer heaven.
Ecstasy exploded, shot through her like a rocket, to drive
another cry out of her.
Catching a handful of her hair, Asmodeus fucked her hard and
deep, kept her head pulled back as he fondled her breasts with his free hand
while she writhed and moaned beneath him.
He wrenched her head sideways and struck, his fangs going
deep, to taste her pleasure.
Closing his eyes, Asmodeus savored that first mouthful of
her, that first gush, let the warm rich taste of her fill his mouth. The venom
pumped into her as her lifeblood fountained out. He was intoxicated with her.
She closed around him, her body going wild beneath him. The slick, internal
muscles clenched, tightened as he fed on her.
Asmodeus needed to come inside her, to bathe his Gabriel’s
sweet pussy with his seed, to hear her call out her pleasure again as he did,
to feel her milk him of every drop of cum. His hands locked on her hips and he
dug his claws into her delicate skin as he drove his shaft into her in one
swift hard thrust, going deep. He impaled her completely on his cock as she
cried out, her back bowing sharply at the invasion.
Fire scorched through Gabriel once again, raced through her
veins. She arched as he pounded into her. Her blood was on fire, as if every
inch of her skin was heated, scorched. Pleasure coursed through her with each
draw of his mouth on her. Her body was stimulated into overdrive as he fed on
her.
His body went taut as he erupted inside her and his hot cum
jetted into her. His hands tightened on her as he came with a roar.
Beneath him Gabriel jolted, quivered wildly. Her vaginal
walls closed around the cock inside her, worked him as he fondled her,
tormented her. She came with a soft wail as another orgasm raced through her.
And collapsed.
Sprawled loosely over the end of the bed, she licked her dry
lips, quivered and went limp.
Apparently, it was enough for Templeton. The sense of his
watching presence beyond the rings went away.
Let Templeton top that
, she thought dazedly to
Asmodeus and smiled at him as she crawled up onto the bed to flop there, her
muscles still jumping.
Wow!
Asmodeus smiled as he stretched out beside her.
Wait,
I’ve only begun.
You’ll kill me
, she said, grinning a little.
But
what a way to go.
A thousand fantasies passed swiftly through Asmodeus’ mind
but the thought of her dying was far too close to reality as long as they were
both in this place. He shuddered. It struck him painfully—his heart twisted at
the thought of losing her. There were too many memories, he had lost too much.
He could not bear to think of losing another loved one.
Of losing her.
And he did love her. He had known from the first moment he
touched her. She was his mate, his only mate.
He remembered the deaths though, and the dying, too vividly.
Remembered the bright splashes of blood.
Gabriel sensed his emotions through the growing connection
between them and tilted her head at him questioningly.
What is it? Asmodeus, what’s wrong?
Don’t speak of death, or dying
, he said, wishing he
could draw her even closer for his own comfort, his own reassurance. All he
could allow was the flutter of his tail along her leg.
Not for yourself.
It would destroy him.
The gesture was hidden between their bodies. Gabriel reached
out to caress his chest lightly, her hand soft, comforting. He loved her touch,
loved her hands on his body.
“Tell me,” she said, softly.
“As you know, the church has named and painted my people as
demons, oftentimes in terms that spoke more of themselves than us. They hunted
us and our kith, our kindred.”
He took a breath, remembering.
“All we wanted was a place of our own, on this plane,” he
said as he rolled over on his back, drawing her with him.
She rested her chin on the hand splayed over his chest. Her
eyes were bright, intent on his as she listened.
“This was our home. There is little on the other plane save
mere existence, outside of the companionship of my brothers. It has its own
kind of stark beauty, yes, but it lacks much.”
He let his hand fall to brush his knuckles lightly along her
ribs for the contact and the comfort of the touch.
Even he could hear the pain in his voice as he spoke.
“They came while we were hunting, while we were in the
fields. They hunted us but mostly they hunted our women and children, those who
could not flee with us to the other plane. Not all can. And we could not leave
them.”
Mother, sisters, friends…the children. His lover, though not
a mate, still beloved. Many had died in those days before he could reach them.
He had been little more than a boy, just coming into manhood.
“Asmodeus, why do you want to die?”
Could she read him so well, so soon? Asmodeus went still and
turned his gaze to hers. Her blue eyes were brighter than usual, there was
grief there in them and fear.
It seemed she could.
“As you know, Templeton knows about my brothers,” Asmodeus
said. “He would have them trapped here too, to do his bidding. Imagine it—all
the Daemonae subject to his will. All our power, all our magic. Not just one of
us, but all. He has tried to break me to his will, to make me summon them, and
continues to try when he has no other use for me. If he gains that power, all
he will need is their names and the
Book
to hold them. Now he has
another hostage in you.”
He looked into her steady gaze. Her mouth tightened but she
nodded, understanding what he meant.
“If he does not succeed, then my brothers may do it for
him,” he said. “Even now they sense my…distress…and sooner or later they will
come to find out the truth. Or they’ll attempt a rescue. Ashtoreth… He was one
of those the priests summoned with the
Book
in those early days.”