Demon's Kiss (3 page)
She would too, in time.
Look at me
, he commanded.
Eyes—a pale ethereal blue—like the skies of this plane of
existence, his ancient ancestral home, fluttered open. They focused briefly on
him. It was all Asmodeus needed—that one moment of recognition.
Gabriel looked up into his beautiful face as he rose above
her, as he settled his hips into the cradle of hers. She felt his heavy cock
brush against her folds, settle there. His ruby eyes glowed brilliantly.
In all her life she had never seen anything so magnificently
male, so incredibly masculine as him with his rampant cock poised at the
entrance to her slick channel. The long, gleaming flow of his ebony hair framed
the perfect lines of his face, streamed down over the strong curves of his
magnificent chest. Every taut, rounded muscle was sharply limned in torchlight
as he braced himself above her. His skin gleamed like polished wood, the black
patterns flowed beneath it like eddies in water. His pecs were tightly flexed,
as were the strong muscles of his arms, the taut washboard of his belly.
The rounded head of that immense cock—so big, so long, so
lovely—spread her, stretched her as he breached her. She was certain she’d
never taken anything that large inside her before but she yearned for it. Her
pussy creamed as her hips tilted to take him. She wanted him, wanted that long
hard cock deep inside her.
Slowly, inexorably, Asmodeus pressed his cock into her,
guided it with his fist. She was so deliciously tight, so very wet. He
shuddered with the effort to maintain control. For a moment, he had to pause
just to savor the sweet sensation of her tightness around the broad head of his
cock, and to rein himself in.
He watched her eyelids flutter as her body writhed and
reveled in having his cock inside her, in the need to take more of him. Ecstasy
was evident in every line of her lovely face, in her parted lips—curved in a
slight smile of wonder, of delight.
That fired him.
The pleasure of it. Of the slick walls of her channel
stretched around him in a tight caress as he pushed into that delicious warmth
nearly blinded him. He had to have more, needed to be all the way inside her,
to fill every inch of her.
Settling one hand on her shoulder, he drove deeper.
He groaned with the sheer pleasure of his cock plunging into
her to rub against the very top of her pussy. He shifted his body and reveled
in feel of her.
His cock stretched Gabriel to her fullest, a sweet delicious
friction as inch by long, thick inch he took her, pushed inside her. She
wrapped her legs around his and drove her hips upward to take him deeper still.
She was so full of him.
In wonder Gabriel laid a trembling hand on her belly. She
could have sworn she could feel the thickness of his cock inside her. She
pressed and moaned when pleasure washed through her.
She looked up into his beautiful face, the face of a fallen
angel. His brilliant eyes sparkled as their gazes met and his mouth curved into
a smile.
Catching her hands, he held them to the metal frame of the
bed until she grasped it. Her eyes widened as she looked at him and her pussy
clenched around him as she understood what it was he wanted.
Bracing herself, she nearly wailed when he pulled almost out
of her, before he thrust in a little. She nearly sobbed with the need to be
filled with his cock again. Her hips bucked. She wanted to beg.
Grasping her ankles, he spread them and waited until she
looked up at him.
In one smooth thrust he slammed his cock hard and deeply
into her. She cried out as her back bowed and her body shuddered, as her hips
bucked in response to the pleasure that rushed through her.
He pulled almost all the way out once again, only to slide
slowly back in, to press deeper. She writhed around his cock buried so
completely within her. Her pussy clenched as heat raced through her, her pulse
pounding.
He fucked her hard and steadily. His speed increased with
each thrust as his hips shifted, as he worked his cock inside her. Strong hands
held her ankles apart, her knees bent, spreading her to take his long, thick
shaft, his eyes half-closed with his own pleasure, every magnificent line of
his body rigid with control.
His hard cock driving into her shredded the last bit of
Gabriel’s restraint. Her hips pumped as she strained, fought to take all of
him—every long, thick inch.
Beyond any sensation other than pleasure, Gabriel rode him.
She went wild as ecstasy streaked through every limb with
every thrust of his huge cock inside her. Her hands locked tightly on the frame
of the bed. She was desperate for him.
Control snapped. Asmodeus hammered into her, battered into
that sweet tightness, into her delicious wet heat. Each thrust, each withdrawal
made his blood pound more fiercely, his cock swell even thicker, every thrust
stretching her more. The slippery friction around his cock was sheer ecstasy.
He couldn’t stop, he needed to go deeper, harder—no longer truly aware as he
fed on everything she gave him.
With one hand braced on her shoulder, the other on the
bedframe, he rammed up into her as she held against him, so strong for all her
diminutive size.
One last feast.
Asmodeus struck.
He drove his fangs into her slender throat. His venom pumped
into her once again even as her hot blood, rich with her pleasure, burst into
his mouth. His mouth closed on her and he took a long mouthful to savor—drank
of her deeply, gratefully, the rich heady taste of her was brilliant,
effervescent. Bliss filled him on every level, poured through him. Her body
bucked beneath him and her tight channel clenched around his throbbing, pulsing
cock.
Another burst of pleasure shot through Gabriel as Asmodeus’
mouth closed on her throat, as his fangs plunged into her again, as he pierced
her in yet another way. Something burst into her bloodstream where those fangs
penetrated her and a rush of heat seared through her. In some strange way she
could feel his pleasure as he fed on her. The caress of his mouth as he sucked
on her set her nerves afire. She shuddered violently as pleasure raced through
her with each pull of his mouth on her throat.
It seemed as if her orgasm would never end, as if he drank
it in and drew it out until she could only shudder helplessly and endlessly
beneath him.
It was simply another layer of bliss when the amazing heat
of his cum burst inside her and flooded her pussy with its warmth.
Asmodeus threw back his head and roared as he filled her
with his cum, his body rigid as ecstasy ripped through him.
A cry of pleasure tore from her throat. His cock pulsed as
her pussy closed around him, clenched, stroked his throbbing shaft to milk
every last drop of his cum from it.
Asmodeus’ body hummed with pleasure. He felt incandescent.
It seemed as if it would go on forever, that sweet, astonishing elation rushing
through him as she quivered beneath him until, finally, their joined pleasure
released them.
Carefully wrapping his arms around her, Asmodeus rolled over
onto his side to cradle her in the curve of his arm, his body, with her head on
his shoulder.
She gave a little sigh of regret as his cock slid out of her
and his heart caught a little to hear it.
Her silvery-blue eyes looked dazed but a smile curved her
lovely lips. She was paler and he could feel her heart beat a little more
heavily because of what he had taken from her, but otherwise she seemed none
the worse for his feeding from her—a gift of the venom, for which he was very
grateful.
Actually, she looked quite pleased and very satisfied.
Seeing that gave him immense pleasure.
Asmodeus had never felt so good in all his long life. It
seemed as if his blood sparkled in his veins, warm again with life, with
energy. Strength flooded him as it had not in centuries.
He didn’t even know her name.
Chapter Two
Gabriel looked up into that astonishingly beautiful face and
shook her head in shock, delight and confusion. She had just fucked him, a
total stranger. A demon. That huge cock had been buried inside her, had filled
her completely. And she had loved every moment of it. More than loved it, she
already wanted to do it again and again, in so many ways.
None of this made sense. She wasn’t like this but something
about him resonated within her,
called
to her in some way.
She certainly didn’t doubt now that he was real.
Her body ached pleasantly from having him inside her. Even
so, she was more than ready for round two.
“Who are you?” she asked, finally.
It seemed a good opening question, considering she
had
just fucked him, or rather
he
had fucked
her
, and pretty
thoroughly at that.
“My name is Asmodeus,” he answered. “My sorrow for this.
Although the doing of it was more than pleasant, the way of it was not of my
choosing.”
She looked at the thick, iron shackle around his ankle and
said, dryly, “I’m guessing.”
In wonder, she stroked a hand across the powerful curve of
one pectoral muscle, spread her fingers to try to span it. She couldn’t, even
at full stretch. She shook her head. His skin felt incredible. Although it
looked oiled, it was just incredibly smooth, like warm, supple satin or very
smooth suede. There was undeniable strength beneath that skin—it had been there
when he touched her, caught her, steadied her.
Fucked her.
Watching his glowing eyes, she reached up to touch one of
the gleaming horns that sprouted from his broad forehead, his silky hair
parting around it. It was as smooth as polished ebony and curved to a point. A
sharp point, she discovered.
Real.
Somehow he seemed neither threatening nor frightening,
though he had both eaten her—sort of and actually—and fucked her, but she had
survived the experience.
More than survived it, really. Every nerve seemed to hum
with satisfaction. Nothing else seemed to have changed. Her mind still seemed
clear. It certainly didn’t appear as if her immortal soul was in any danger.
Yet.
Although if this kept up it might be. Sex shouldn’t be that
good, that incredible.
Gabriel hadn’t missed the name. She cocked her head and
lifted an eyebrow.
So, he really was a demon?
Content until then to let her explore him, her caresses
soothing, Asmodeus had watched her assess and consider as she touched him. He
enjoyed watching her mind work, as she adjusted to the reality of him, who
until now had been only a myth.
“Asmodeus, as in the demon Asmodeus?” she asked.
Pain lanced through him. And memories, the source of the
pain. His jaw tightened, knowing the images she saw in her mind’s eye, knowing
the tales she had been told. It more than grated on him, it tore at his soul.
“Demon, yes. As those of the church named us, for Daemonae
is what we call ourselves,” he answered bitterly. “They twisted and perverted
our name, our nature, as they did so much in those times.”
Those had been dark and terrible days. It was too easy to
remember the thunder of hooves, the cries, the blood and death.
She knew none of that though.
With an effort, he forced his tone to lighten and looked
down at her, traced the curve of her cheek.
“And you are?” he asked.
He should like to know the name of the woman he had just
loved, and the name of his future mate.
To his surprise, her blue eyes twinkled.
For a second she sucked on her teeth as she fought a grin
before she held out her hand to him.
“Hi,” she said. “My name is Gabriel.”
For a moment Asmodeus was not certain he had heard right.
“Gabriel? In truth? As in the Archangel Gabriel?”
With a grin, she nodded. “Yeah.”
There was something to be said for finding humor even in a
situation such as this. It kept one from going mad. So Asmodeus had to laugh,
appreciating now the twinkle in her eye.
Vastly entertained, he said, “So, I have finally, well and
truly lived up to the fears of the priests and debauched an angel?”
Considering it, Gabriel grinned, remembering her own rather
enthusiastic reaction and said, “Well, I don’t know about the debauched part.
I’m pretty sure I was a willing participant, but something like that.”
Demon, huh? For real.
Well.
Looking at him, touching him, it was hard to deny it.
His eyes glowed as his huge hand swallowed hers.
“A pleasure,” he said. “Truly.”
“No, the pleasure was all mine. So, do you want to tell me
what’s going on? Why we’re being held and by whom?”
That handsome face grew grim again, furious, a barely
checked rage sparked the golden glints in his eyes and made them glow more
brightly.
His deep voice grew tight, a pained and furious anger
running beneath it.
“Some months ago a mortal on this plane of existence found a
very old translation of a book called the
Malleus Maleficarum
, an
ancient book of magic. Through it he located an equally ancient grimoire called
the
Book of Demons
, another book of magic once used in ancient times by
the church to force my kind to their judgment.” His eyes darkened, shadowed
with memories. “During one of those judgments…”
For a moment, he couldn’t speak as his voice tightened.
Knowing what the church had been capable of in those times, Gabriel had a
pretty good guess as to what those “judgments” had consisted of. After all, it
had been the church that had given the world water-boarding, the boot, the iron
maiden and other delightful methods of “persuasion”, although they didn’t like
to be reminded of it these days.