Livvy's Devil Dom (5 page)

He seemed to be
waiting for her to answer. She obliged. After all if she needed to make a
report to the authorities she had to know just what she was reporting.

There's a man who says he's my good devil wanting me
to do all sorts of weird and wonderful
things. He say's he's from another planet. Yeah, sounds about right, eh?

"Now, in words
of one syllable, what else are you going to hit me with? And not your hand on
my ass, either."
However much I like the idea of that.
"I've
had the name, address, and occupation.
Reality and dreams.
Is that everything? Tell me. So at the end, I know whether to lock myself in
the loo and ring for the police, and say there's a nutter here, give you a
glass of water and a chance to cool down, or run screaming to my mum. Or
realize I'm as crazy as you are, and I believe everything you're saying."

"None
of the above.
Accept we're both sane, and this is our destiny."

Livvy shook her head.
"You make me accept our sanity, and not by coercion, either.
Words, not actions.
Tell, not show."

"Spoilsport."
He seemed
to have found his humor again. "I was always told actions speak louder
than words." He winked and grinned. The words "wicked, evil
grin" must have been coined especially for him.

"Not
in this case, buster.
Spill."
His eyes widened. Livvy
groaned. How the hell could he read innuendo into everything she said?
"The beans.
Tell me everything else."

"So, are you
sitting comfortably?" The oft-spoken words of childhood made her smile.
She nodded.
Well, as best I can with a sore ass.
He chose to ignore that
thought, she decided.

"So, I'll
begin." He beckoned to her and grinned. "Well, continue, but hey, I
have to keep those words.
Reminds me of my childhood.
Human tales before bed.
You get fairy tales. We had human
ones. Now, I need you beside me. Come here."

Was that a command or
a request?

"Either or, as
long as you do it."

"Stop reading my
mind," Livvy said indignantly.

"Stop making
me," he said unrepentantly. "Or you'll have an even sorer ass. One
you won't want to sit on for a week. Just do as I comm—er, ask without the
arguments, verbal or not."

Livvy stared at him.

He sighed.
"Livvy, accept this now, or we stop. Take it as an order, a demand,
command
, whatever. Just do it. Or I'll think you want your
sweet ass red and glowing for me. Believe me now. I'm happy to oblige you.
So?"

She smiled at him, and
tried to keep her face blank and her mind empty.
Let him wonder.
Slowly,
she stood up and walked over to where he sat. When she reached him, he pulled
her down onto his lap. Livvy let him settle her, interestingly with no hard
cock pressed against her, demanding entrance.

"That's for
later. No, you didn't think it. I felt your wriggle," Sael murmured into
her ear. "I have pledged my oath to my elders that I won't use sex to bind
you. So, are you ready?"

In spite of herself,
Livvy was interested. So was her body, dammit. Her pussy clenched, getting damp
and hot.
"Right, so why then?
That night, last
year of—er—"

"Hot, sweaty,
and bloody good sex?" he said. "It happened because your body was
ready. Unknown to you, you'd been sending me messages for ages. You were bored,
unfulfilled, and ripe for something else. So, you were ready for me, for our
beginning. Our council told me it was time for me to be in you, and show myself
to you. On our very first night together, as I watched you come for me, and you
watched
my cum
drip and spurt all over you, I knew.
Our time was about to begin. My chance of life was there if I could show you
what we could be."

Chance of
life?
Melodramatic or what?

"So, all these
dreams I've had?" She suspected she knew the answer.

"Weren't
dreams.
They were our reality, Liv.
You and me.
Our chance to be.
My chance to live.
Each semen stain, each mine-mark represented one more step toward your
acceptance of me, of us. The sticking point is I am allowed only one year to
demonstrate to you what can be. Thirteen Devil moons, and then, we need to
show."

"Eh?" Did
he mean what she thought he meant? "Elucidate.
Slowly."

Chapter Three

"Oh, come on,
Liv." His fangs ran out briefly before they retracted. "You know what
the fuck I mean."

"I'm scared I
do." Liv said faintly.
Shit, what next?
"Can we forget the Sir
stuff for a sec, and you spell it out for me anyway?"

His face closed up,
and he sighed. "Okay, you asked for it." He tightened his arms around
her. It was as if the very air was holding its breath. "Look at the
wall." He put his hands on her cheeks and directed her face in the
direction of the long wall.

"What do you
see?"

Livvy looked. It was
her wall. Prepared, primed, and painted all by her.
But just
a plain, light grey wall, not even a picture on it.
Hold on, there
had
been a picture.
A scene of the mountains from her window.
Where the hell was it?

"I took it down.
We need a blank canvas. Look." His arm tightened around her again, and
Livvy leaned back into his warmth. "Watch, and ask questions later."

The wall changed
color, and a flickering appeared,
then
slowly steadied.

Oh my God! Am I
really seeing this?

"You are," Sael
said. He hugged her closely to him. "Not us, but what is expected of us.
Can you? Will you?”

That was the
question. She closed her eyes for a second, and then looked away, to stare at
the carpet.
The million
dollar
, over the top
question.
"I don't know," she said shakily. "That's
baring
more than your soul.
With a
vengeance."

She gulped as Sael
stroked her cheek, and lifted her head to look at the wall once more and watch
a story of sex, love, and
acceptance unfold
.
In front of an audience.
That might be all well and good
when it wasn't her in the spotlight, Livvy thought as she watched an unknown
woman accept a man in every way possible.

Well, actually, no,
it's not all well and good. It's not acceptable no matter who it is. Not to me,
anyway. I can't think of anything worse. Hell, I don't even like wearing a
bikini on the beach. And that woman is happy to let other people see her like
that. What is she, for God's sake?

"My
mother," Sael said softly. "She said if anyone had to do the 'how to'
video, it had to be her. Although she is not human, but a pure Saffaulian, she
said no human should go through what a Saffaulian had not experienced. She is
with my father, her love since she was but sixteen years of age."

"So, how come
some of you choose humans and others don't?" Livvy said, interested in his
explanation and trying not to look at the wall.

Sael smiled, flicked
his hand, and
paused
the video. "We do not
choose; you choose. Humans make their unconscious demand, and we are picked by
our council to be part of someone they think we fit. Then we appear to you, and
you have to decide what happens next."

Livvy was appalled.
"So in effect, they are maybe condemning you to death?"

He shook his head.
"No, our human is the one who does that. Now watch." The action on
the wall started again.

Livvy watched the
scenes unfold. How she wished she could turn away, demand it turned off. But
she knew she owed it to Sael to watch. Apart from the fact that with each scene,
each act, she felt herself grow hotter, wetter, and more ready. It both worried
her and embarrassed her.

What the hell does
that make me? Feeling like this as I watch something like that? I'm wet and
wanting, and not just Freddie either.

When the woman—
shit,
that's his mother I'm looking at—
opened her ass and welcomed a hot, hard
cock into it, Livvy winced.
Never, never in a hundred years.

"Oh
yes, my love."
Sael watched at her.
"Many, many times.
Give me leave to remind you, to show you."

Oh no, not now, maybe
not ever.
This was one area she was sure he wasn't telling the truth about. He
had to be lying again when the picture moved to the woman sucking a very
impressive cock, and he said, "You love doing that."

No, not
ever.
Livvy shuddered.
So not her thing.

"It is, you
know." Sael nipped her ear. "You told me, that until this year, you
never knew why people liked caviar. Now you understand, and it's your favorite
appetizer."

Livvy closed her eyes
and shuddered. Oh shit, that was so true. Until this last year, the thought of
caviar made her want to throw up.
Now?
That strange,
fishy, and yes, semen taste, made her hot, horny, and ready for sex. Was that
why she ordered caviar at every opportunity?

Sael nipped her ear
again. "Of course it is. When you eat caviar, it reminds you of eating me,
drinking
my cum
. Now watch. You need to see
this."

Obediently Livvy
opened her eyes, looked back at the screen, and knew she went white. The man
opened his mouth to show his impressive fangs and incisors, moved to the
woman's breast, and bit.

****

Sael watched as Livvy
curled her hand over her breast. Did she not realize just how much too late
that gesture was? Already his marks grew. Each time he sucked and nipped it
went a little deeper, until now she was ready for that final bite.
If she damn well cooperated.
He kept his eyes on her face. He
knew quite well what she was about to see might well send her screaming from
the room, and doing all those dire things she had thought of earlier. His role
as her Dom might end before it really got started, and that would be a pity.
Sael could never damn his heritage, but at times—such as now—he could wish it
wasn't so different from hers.

She swayed, and he
held her close. Livvy moved restlessly, and his cock, never patient at the best
of times, started to show its annoyance at being ignored and began to swell. He
clamped ruthlessly down on his arousal and concentrated on Livvy. She looked
aghast.

"If for one
moment you think I'm going to stand in front of hundreds of people and let you
do all that to me, then,
then,
offer myself up for them to have a taste,
you've lost your marbles"

"I'm the only
one who'd bite you love, right at the end. The Devil Bite cements us as a
couple, puts the seal on our relationship." He lowered his voice.
"Saves me."

"For
the record?
I hate blood. I'd be unconscious by that bit. But hear me, and
hear me well," she said, as her voice demonstrated her determination.
"Biting, fucking, anything, I'm yours.
Yours and only
yours.
Get it?"

Livvy jabbed him with
her finger as she spoke. "As far as I'm concerned, I don't do oral, I
don't do anal, and I sure as hell don't do others.
Just you
and me, no onlookers.
Is that clear?"

"This time you
do.
All of it.
But think positive, if you're
unconscious by the time I bite you, you won't see the blood." Sael thought
that would be a point in his favor. It seemed he was mistaken once more.

Livvy jumped off his
lap and turned to stand in front of him, her back to the images on the wall.
"That's your
mother
on there
,
opening her legs for
whoever
. Turn the bloody thing off. It's obscene. How can
you watch your
mother
degrade herself like that?"

Sael sighed. If Livvy
hadn't been so incensed, she would have seen the secret look of satisfaction on
his face. Not to mention how the film ended!
With love and
acceptance.
Instead, she stood with her face as red as her hair, and
glared at him.

"Think back over
what you've said, Liv," he said. "Replay your words in your head.
Then think on them."

"What do you
mean? And turn the bloody film off. I've got an orgy all over my boobs."
She'd looked down and seen the images as they moved across her sweatshirt.
"Thank goodness it's all blurry. I can't cope with this."

"Liv, what did
you say before you listed what you think you don't do? No"— he put a hand
up—"let me finish. You said, and I quote, 'I'm yours.
Yours
and only yours'.
If you really mean that, are you ready to throw away
everything we've got, everything we might have?
Because
that's what'll happen.
And if you do, who knows if an Inner Devil will
come and get you? Remember I'm your first choice—well your only positive choice
really. Do this, let me free. Don't, let me die, and give an Inner Devil the
chance to take you over. They as a race are not kind, not the sort of beings
you want near you, let alone in you. You've heard of mass murderers? People who
do unspeakable things? Most are driven by an Inner Devil. Shit, I don't want to
share you, but it's the Saffaulian way, and in that I have no choice.
Once only."