How to Love a Blue Demon (19 page)

She screamed as the pleasure hit. It felt like an orgasm, but this was more. It was stronger, pulsing through her entire system, and it lasted so long. She felt the wave of sensation crashing over her body, extending out everywhere from her fingertips to her scalp.

It wasn’t over. Eyoen growled in satisfaction when she sagged, spent, gazing at him through half closed eyes. Then he crawled up over her body, casually flicking her legs open wide with his big hands and sliding in until his long thick cock bumped gently against the root of her body.

He
continued to speak to her in his rough, beautiful language. Endearments, promises, sexual threats so explicit she felt her heart beat thump with renewed vigor, the blood pumping through her system so hard and fast she began to pant with the most wonderful pleasure she’d ever experienced.

Her sk
in was so sensitive; every stroke of his finger tips, every touch from his long limbs rubbing hers, her entire body felt it. She knew instinctively it was his magic affecting her, or perhaps those royal pheromones he mentioned? She didn’t care. She had never felt so good, so breathless, so needy. If she’d had those wicked incisors she’d have bitten him, and she did take a nip out of his shoulder when he stopped his gentle rocking and slid half way out of her body.

“No,” she groaned, clenching around his cock until he moaned.

“I’m not going anywhere. Even though you’re killing me, I couldn’t bear to leave you,” he whispered, and began to thrust. “I can’t stop, my love. Forgive me. Hold on.”

Cass had never been fucked like that. Hard, deep,
he moved so sensuously, twisting his hips and maneuvering her body with minute adjustments specifically geared to ratchet her pleasure up notch after notch. For one electric moment she wondered how it was possible to feel that much pleasure and not climax; it felt as though she might fall out of herself at any moment and tumble head long into him. Then he pulled out, teasing her, rising up on his knees to change the angle of his strokes, those big hands still guiding her, and leaving a river of ecstatic tingles in his wake.

H
e pulled her by the hips straight onto his cock. He did it again, and again, and Cass lost the ability to move at all. She could only cry out, her head moving weakly on the pillow as he took over their loving. It turned primal then, faster, harder, and more vocal. She had no control, no say, and wanted none. She felt him inside her, through her, over her, around her. He was everywhere, and she wanted more.

It was just as she’d said earlier.
He fucked her mind as well as her body as in the midst of that ecstatic loving he told her how he’d watched her showering on his star. He told her that he’d observed her stroking herself to orgasm some nights even before she and Lee had started dating. He talked about his need for her, about fucking his own hand for want of her body.

At some point he stopped speaking words. There were only grunts, moans, the slapping of their skins, the rustling of the bed covers and the mattress.
There was the wet pop of their lips as he kissed her, shoving his tongue into her mouth with the same ferocity he plunged his cock into her body. His finesse was gone, burned up in the wake of their passion, and he didn’t need it because the fire was intoxicating.

H
er mind was only dimly connected to what was going on. Her instincts, her body had completely taken over. She opened herself, surrendering with a rapturous cry as his hips moved like a well oiled piston. He seemed to hit every spot deep inside her that begged for a stroke, infusing her entire being with pleasure.

Dimly she heard herself
moaning, crying, gasping his name as she gripped him, her back arching as she met his thrusts. Her breasts bounced as they fucked, and it felt good, so good for a moment, fear lanced through her. This couldn’t last. She wouldn’t make it. She couldn’t take any more.

But then Eyoen was there, whispering in her ear
, soothing her. She began to shake, the windup to orgasm starting in her toes and working its way up, building in strength like a tsunami.

“Kiss me,” she cried, sobbing. “Kiss me,” she whispered.

And he did. The pleasure crashed into her so hard and fast and fierce, for a moment the edges of her consciousness turned grey and edged toward black. She was close to passing out, but she held on. Her reward was a final thrust, an echo of his tongue in her mouth, and the joy that burst in her heart as he cried her name and shook with completion in her arms.

She took
shallow breaths. His huge body was smushing her into the bed, and she was so tired, that was all she could manage. He stirred first, reluctantly pulling free of her body.

He moved to
his back, their hands linking as he pulled her onto his chest. She dozed as he stroked her hair.

“I want you to meet my family,” he whispered.

“OK.”

“You
’ll have to come home with me.”

“OK.”

Eyoen grinned into her hair. “Are you listening to me?”

“Yes.”

“What did I say?”

“Yes.”

“Cass!”

“Hmmm?”

Eyoen chuckled softly, and his deep voice was the last sound she heard before she drifted off to sleep.

******

The King was in mourning. After an ominous silence, he'd grown concerned and sent a small contingent of the Guard to the outer reaches of the star only to learn that his sentries had been killed. The lone survivor had been found unconscious, lying half buried beneath a mound of dirt where he'd been tossed by the explosion that claimed his compatriots’ lives.

The King's anger had been so fierce and uncontrolled it rained for hours, a deluge that half drowned crops and ruined several construction projects underway on Cyanus. Carlow assembled his advisors, elder statesmen who helped the star to run efficiently and ensured all
Cyani demons were enabled and protected. Jierdun, Rierdane's grandfather, suggested in his quiet way that they had a traitor in their midst.

“
A traitor is the only reasonable explanation,” he said. “Without inside information there is no way for our enemy to know how the sentries were disguised, where they were posted, or how to craft an explosion to kill them all in one terrible pop. The only reason one sentry lived was because he'd temporarily stepped away to relieve himself.”

There were murmurs and nods of a
ssent around the council table.

“
How would you suggest we find this traitor?” the King asked. “Ordinarily when we want information, we drop a bug in the right ear and let the demon networks bring what we need to light naturally. That is not an option. We dare not let the populace out the traitor. We do not want to propagate fear or worry over public safety.”

“I agree, your
Highness. It must be a stealth operation,” Jierdun said. “Let us begin with the obvious players. Who had access to the information? Have there been any problems within the ranks? Any oddities or unusual occurrences that might point a finger at the demon responsible for this calamity?”

“
We will adjourn and reconvene in two moons to report findings,” Carlow announced, rising. “I expect results.”

Council members bowed themselves fro
m the room, and rushed off to begin their investigations, but ultimately, the traitor came forward voluntarily. Once he saw and heard the quiet questioning taking place around him, he knew he would soon be found out. But he’d already decided he could not continue the charade. Guilt was tearing him to bits. He hadn’t slept in many moons, worrying and trying to figure out a way to get out of the situation he was in without additional loss of life.

When he presented himself to the King, head bowed so low, his hair touched the tiles, the demon Gurel was
visibly shaking he was so scared. He had never before been granted a royal audience, and he could only pray that he lived through this one, and that somehow his King would forgive and help him.

“
State your name, demon,” the King said quietly.

Jierdun and the other council members were silent, positi
oned in an arc behind the King.

“
Gurel, my King. Gurel du Loxis.”

“
Time is short, demon. We have much to do to clean up the nightmare you helped to orchestrate. My main question to you is why? And before you answer be advised your response will help the council to determine your fate.”

Gurel swallowed audibly, sweat bead
s rolling down his young face. “My King, I am deeply ashamed. Please understand I would never wish anyone on the star to come to harm. I hold no enmity or ill will to any demon. I love my home and our people. But I had no choice.”

In the end the answer
was simple, a strategy as old as Cyanus itself – Gurel's family was in danger. His wife and son were the leverage the enemy Unjel had used to secure his cooperation. He was targeted because of his job, and one evening he came home to find an emissary of Unjel sitting in his wife's chair holding a lock of her hair and one of his tiny son’s baby teeth, the end still bloody where it had been yanked from the child’s mouth.

The scent of his sons fear and pain and his wife's c
onfusion still permeating the air, it hadn't taken long for him to reveal the sentries locations, their schedules, their disguises. Only instead of getting his family back, the demon found himself used again and again, promises for his family's safe return kept dangling over his head like the bitter fruit from the huge centuries-old trees that dotted the Eastern orchards of the star.

Now, wracked with fear and shame, Gurel found himself undone before the King, tears rolling down his face. Carlow, who never softened in the face of his people's safety and well being, found a hint of pity unfurling in his breast. None of th
is showed on his face, however.

“C
ouncil. What say you of this traitor’s fate?”

Carlow was pleased when the elde
rs were lenient with poor Gurel, but no emotion showed on his face as he waved a dismissal at the young demon.

“My King? If I might beg one more word,” Gurel said, his voice shaking.

“Yes?”

“Sire, my, my family.”

“I will do everything in my power to retrieve your loved ones,” Carlow told the demon. “If they still live.”

******

“What are you doing?”

Cass looked over her shoulder and kept fo
lding. “Laundry. What are we gonna tell Priti and Boyd? Lee was here one minute and now you are. I’ve been thinking about it, but I haven’t come up with anything solid enough to explain.”

She sighed, hands still folding. “They really liked Lee. They’ll be sad that he’s dead.”

“Well, we don’t have to tell them anything, at least not right away. We could employ a little magic to make them think that Lee is simply gone, and that an interval has passed, during which you met me and stopped seeing him.”

She frowned. “I don’t like the sound of that. It seems dishonest. Priti’s my best friend. I’ve never held anything this important back from her before.”

“I understand, my dear, but I’m afraid this isn’t the kind of information that should be made public. In fact, the fewer people who know the truth the better it is for everyone.”

“Why?”

He shrugged, not wanting to share his suspicion that his father had acquiesced to this trip a little too eas
ily. He strongly suspected the King had sent him away for a reason. And to send Rierdane with him? Rierdane had not left the King’s side in centuries. “It’s pretty volatile information, my dear. If the wrong people found out that I was here it could change your life, and not in a good way.”

Cass could certainly see the truth in that statement. If anyone knew about Eyoen they might try to hurt him,
or to use him for experiments or torture him for information about other planets and life forms and what not. It would be like a sci fi movie run amok. “You’re right. I guess you will have to use your magic to ease us through this. Just don’t hurt them.”

“Of course not, my dear. Never.”

Cass nodded. “When you say use magic, what does that mean exactly? I mean, what will you do, plant some sort of a suggestion in their minds? Memories? What?”

Eyoen shrugged. “I suppose it’s a time jump of a sort, but only about this instance.
You’re right. It is almost like a suggestion, a very strong one.”

“But it will last?”

Eyoen nodded. “Forever. At least, it will last until we change the suggestion.”

“OK. But what about the rest of the world?”

“Well, Lee was an orphan. So, it stands to reason there aren’t many people who are concerned about him.”

Cass shook her head firmly. “No. I don’t like that, that he could just vanish and no one would know he was gone or get the chance to mourn or pay their respects. After a decent amount of time has passed, he’ll have to die
, and we’ll have to have a funeral or something. He had a lot of friends and fans, and an agent, a manager, a publicist and all that. People loved him.”