Livvy's Devil Dom (10 page)

"Okay, come for
me.
Now, hard and fast.
Scream as you do. Loudly, let
the world know."

She did.
Loudly.
Was there ever a noise so sweet?

Chapter Eight

Before they set off,
Sael
loved her as if it were the last time.
Nothing different, nothing O.T.T. as she privately called it, just
long, hot, lingering lovemaking.
Afterward, she cried. It all seemed so
final. He understood, and simply cuddled her into him until she stopped.

"Ah, Livvy love.
It isn't too late to change your mind, you know. I wouldn't blame you."

"You'd have trouble
blaming me if you'd snuffed it.
Idiot."
She didn't
even think it through, before she bit him.
A neat,
no-skin-breaking nip.
His skin was hotter than she'd ever felt before.
Almost to the point Livvy wondered if she'd have a scorch mark on her face.

Her touch brought his
fangs out, and his tail swished in an arc. To her surprise, a neat but vicious
set of horns appeared on either side of his head. Shiny and dark, they made her
tremble. It wasn't pure fear, Livvy noticed, but tempered with excitement.

"You bring out
my Devil Within.
In a good way.
You complete me. And
it saves me explaining that these"—he touched his horns—"will
appear."

Livvy stared. Then,
as a credit to
her own
temerity, ran her fingers over
them.
Velvet, rock hard velvet.

"What do you do
with them?" she asked.

He'd shown her—almost.
His head dipped toward her pussy. Then he stopped and rubbed one velvet tip
over her clit.

"Show me." She
stared up at him and hoped the trust and interest she had were obvious in her
expression. "Show me what you use them for. I'm guessing it’s not for
hoopla or quoits."

Sael sniggered.
"Not unless your kink goes that way. I er, well…" His voice trailed
off. Livvy rolled her eyes.

"Argh
for goodness’ sake.
Do I get out the vibrator, or do I get a horn? Though I guess it
doesn't vibrate I bet it's good."

"You reckon? Let
me show you." His voice was gravelly, with added heat. "Ah now, pet,
feel the heat." He got up onto his knees, lifted her legs to stretch out
each side of him and bent his head. The fine, short, and curly hairs tickled
her skin, and Livvy jumped. It didn't tickle, exactly, but it did heighten her
arousal. Then Sael stroked her clit with the tip and let it slide over her soft
skin toward the entrance to her channel. Livvy wriggled and gasped as a wave of
fire swept through her.

"It's hot and
heat, and it
throbs
." She stopped
moving as he edged the horn oh so gently inside her. Her muscles tensed, and he
paled. Did he think she might say red, or even worse, crumble? There was no
chance. She'd got this far, and Livvy didn't intention to renege.

She began a tiny
clench and release move, over and over again. "I want more."

"Dammit, do you
know how bloody difficult it is not to thrust, take, and force the pace?" He
grunted the words. "You know the expression to the hilt?"

Why was he talking
about stupid expressions and not filling her to the hilt?
Ah…

"Yeah,
so?
Do it then."

He grinned. "Did
you know the opposite end to the tip of a Devil's horn is called the
hilt?" Then he pushed.

Tiny stings slid over
the inner walls of her pussy, as his horn slid “to the hilt” and back. Over and
over those little stabs hit her and tingles spiraled from them. Wave after wave
of fiery heat pulsed through her as he moved. Livvy opened her eyes a slit, and
watched in awe as tiny shards of light pulsed around his head, dancing up and
down in time to their sexual beat. The sensations were so different from when
he fucked her with his cock or finger. Every so often a gush of her arousal
slipped past his horn to coat her legs. Then he shuddered and groaned.

"Liv-love, I
can't help this. Take a deep breath, and hold me tight inside. Because if my
horn makes me come, my cock will spill all over us, and you'll have to lick it
off me and me off you. We'll defer on the sheets."

What the hell is he rambling on about?
 
Being impaled on a hot throbbing horn
didn't add to the ability to think coherently. She didn't bother to answer him
or try to work out how his cock was so agile. She just clenched her inner
muscles and refused to let him go.

The roar he gave
should have been heard in the capital. With strength he hadn't shown before,
Sael lifted her ass into the air—without taking his horn out—and his cock
grazed her ass. His horn shuddered, his body shook, and he was right. Cum coated
her.

Livvy floated, and
saw bright colored lights. She was only dimly aware of Seal slumping next to
her before he gathered her into his arms and let his other horn stroke over her
neck.

She snuggled into
him, and pressed her lips to his nipple. He wriggled, and she giggled.
"That's not an invitation for the next round. That's a thank you."

"Not for a few
minutes anyway."

 
She looked up at him, and he laughed. "Ah,
pet, you are so easy to read at times. Now rest there until I run a bath. Um
you're not too sore, are you? I got a bit carried away and didn't temper my
pulsars."

"Is that what
it's called?"

He nodded.

"Er no, just all
hot and well hot.
But having said that, I don't want to be impaled
on a horn every time.
Even if it does bring a new meaning to the
expression I'm horny. Oh shit, you having such unusual thingies and all that. I
can't come pregnant though
a horn can
I?"

"Thingies?
Thingies, sheesh, woman."
He laughed so hard he nearly
fell off the bed. Livvy was oh so tempted to give him a helping hand. "No,
I can only make babies with my semen."

"Enough now,
let's hope it doesn't come to that. I'd love to love you just because." He
sighed. "But, oh well let’s just take it one small step at a time."

So would she like
that sweet loving—just occasionally—but she had creeping crawly sensations over
her skin. So much was going on, and she didn't think nice, easy, non-baby-making
vanilla was on the agenda.

"Sleep,
love.
We both need sleep." He kissed her on the nose, and shut his
eyes.

Livvy didn't sleep. She
simply held onto him tightly, as if by doing so, she could imprint every
nuance, every fiber of his being onto her memory. She knew by the way Sael's
breath was even and regimented, he didn't sleep either.

It seemed too soon
before he kissed her and whispered in her ear.

"Time,
love."

Livvy obediently left
the bed, showered, and dressed simply in jeans and a T-shirt. She noticed he
did the same. She had a thought, one that had
niggled
her on and off for several days, one she hadn't dared, or wanted, to voice.

"How do we get
to your home, Sael? I guess a 747 won't hack it, and I think the space shuttle
is booked."

He laughed and kissed
her until she was breathless and panting. His cock rubbed her, and she felt
herself grow wet as she reached for him, to touch and tease, but he'd stopped
her.

"No time. We
need to go." Even his stance changed. He seemed taller, and more
intimidating. Gone were the twinkling eyes and easy grin. This Sael looked
harder, more serious.

He led her into the
bathroom. Livvy stared. The big, ornate mirror hadn't been there before. Sael
took her hand and walked toward it. The light shimmered, and the room blurred.

Livvy blinked.

"Where are
we?" She looked around her, curious to see craggy rocks and a bright light
that spilled through a natural arch.

"The
portal," Sael said. "The mirror in your bathroom was your human end,
and this cave is my Saffaul end."

"So we just flew
here? No plane, just us? And I missed it, how?"

"I chose to
bring you, without your conscious knowing. I felt it best."

She wasn't pleased.
"Oh, and you always know what's best, do you?"

"I try to. And
in this case, yes." The look on his face, one of complacency and something
she daren't define—worry, maybe—kept her silent, and she let him take her hand
and lead her out of the cave. She expected a beach, but they emerged into a
clearing in the woods.

They walked
noiselessly across soft, spongy grass toward a track in the trees. Maybe
silence was best until she knew exactly what would happen and when, but it had
an eerie and sinister feel to it. Livvy shivered, and Sael stroked her
shoulder.

"That's my brave
pet."

Livvy wasn't so sure,
but kept her mouth shut. If she tried to speak it would more than likely come
out as a
croak.

As they entered the
wood, soft, green light filtered through the leaves, and sunlight dappled their
surroundings. Livvy glanced around with interest.

"It looks pretty
much like Earth," she said in surprise.
"Trees,
grass, streams."

They walked across a
log bridge. Sael hugged her. "What did you expect?
Little
green men and pink bushes?"

Livvy hit him gently
on his arm. "No, well, I guess I didn't know what to expect. But this
looks like Scotland on our one day of summer."

"Of
course.
I asked for it to be so. You'll see more if, well, if. Anyway,
this is like Scotland. Other parts are different." He'd never spoken a
truer word.

They left the wood
and walked across a wide, open meadow, dotted with flowers she couldn't name.
Sael seemed to withdraw into himself, walking faster, as he held onto her
tightly, as if scared she'd run.

Although, just where
I'd run to, I've no idea.

To Livvy's
surprise, at the end of the meadow stood a house.
Or what
she assumed was a house. The building was like nothing she'd ever seen before.
Large, tinted windows, with walls that jutted out into space, and a turret—
a
turret, for goodness’ sake, on something that looks like it's off one of those
weird design programs on TV—
and in the middle a normal, ordinary front
door.

"My home,"
Sael said simply, as he ushered her into a tall, wood-paneled room with large
windows and skylights.

"It's like
living outdoors," Livvy said. "It's lovely."

He kissed her nose.
"I wish we had time to stop for a while, but we don't. There's a bathroom
there for you to freshen up, and the clothes you must wear are in the adjoining
room."

She stared at him.

 
"Clothes?
That's
a relief. I thought we'd be naked."

"We will, but
not at first. This is a concession, you understand.
A
courtesy to you.
I explained that dozens of cocks, horns, and tails might
just be a bit much for you to take in all at once."

Livvy burst out
laughing at the double entendre.

"That's a given.
I'm sure I can only take one in at a time."

Chapter Nine

As they stood in a
beautiful meadow, brilliant blue sky overhead—it wasn't even dusk to hide her
blushes—with a large, beautiful plantation house behind her, Livvy simply,
silently repeated the essence of his words to her as her mantra. "I love
him; I make him complete. I love him; I make him complete."

A tall, imposing man,
his silver hair neatly cropped, walked out of the gathered crowd and toward
them. He looked, Livvy realized, exactly as Sael would look in thirty odd
years. Although dressed in the same, simple, loose, black shirt and trousers as
Sael and all the other men, he still oozed authority.

"My father, our
leader, Saffaul," Sael said.

Livvy had already
figured out who he was.

 
"How come he's called after your
planet?" she asked quietly.

"All rulers take
the name of our world. It is our way. Now, come, it's time."

Bedside his father
stood a woman dressed in the same cerise shift as Livvy, only in this woman's
case, it didn't clash with her hair. She had to be Sael's mother. She had the
same shape of face.

Livvy swallowed
convulsively and gripped Sael's hand tightly. She bet if he bruised, there'd be
a doozy on him later. Her heart beat twenty to the dozen, and perspiration
collected in the corner of her eyes. Was she really going to do this? All those
things they'd talked about and practiced these last few nights? With Sael and
no one else, they were intimate, personal, and loving. Now, in front of what
felt like hundreds, but she realized was really about thirty people, it was a
different matter. It made everything seem so sordid.