Leviathan didn't know how long he'd been standing around, stupidly staring at the carnage in front of him. He couldn't fathom what had happened. Anastasia was happily dancing around the room. Her black hair, and clothes, matted down with blood. He had to get her cleaned up. Snapping out of his stupor, Leviathan took his phone from his pocket and called the necessary people to clean up the mess. He also called 'the healer' to make sense of what had happened to his little angel.
"Anastasia! Come, love," he called to her.
He walked to her adjoining bathroom, hearing her footsteps squish through the bloodied carpet. Once in the bathroom, he turned on the shower, knowing a bath would be useless. He adjusted the water to hot and turned to Anastasia, who stood behind him, smiling, her little fang peeping out from between her lips. Leviathan sighed and began the task of undressing her but she made it difficult by giggling and squirming around like a child.
"Pet, if you don't stop, right now, I'll bend you over my knee!"
Just the thought of it had his cock hardening, painfully, in his jeans. Anastasia still giggled but stopped squirming so he could remove the rest of her clothing. She climbed into the shower and stood under the spray and looked at him from under her lashes.
"Are you going to wash me, Alex?" she asked, huskily and biting her lip.
Not being used to his little angel being so forward with him, Leviathan's mouth dropped open. He immediately grabbed the shampoo and systematically washed Anastasia and became lost in his thoughts. This had never happened to him before. Granted, she was the only angel he had ever had in his possession but he wondered if she was controllable or if she would have to be put down like a dog.
He couldn't have her rampaging through his lands killing anything and everything in her way. He wasn't a berserk demon who killed only for sport. No, his clan relied on him, especially since he'd already lost his two best warriors.
Anastasia was spotless. He noticed that her beautiful caramel skin tone was back to normal. Leaving her in the shower, Leviathan made his way back into the room to find his open mouthed servants, and Susume, staring at the gore.
"My lord! What's happened here?" the old healer asked.
"Ana..." Leviathan began but was cut off by a loud feline snarl behind him.
He turned to find his little angel naked, with droplets of water dripping down her gorgeous body. Her nipple piercings winked at him in the light. He groaned in frustration, wanting to be buried in her tight heat again.
Anastasia dropped into a crouch, ready to pounce, and a low growl emitted from her throat before she sprang at Susume and the servants. Leviathan stuck his hand out and grabbed her by the back of her neck and pulled her to him.
"NO!" he yelled.
"You will not attack anyone else, am I understood?"
The demoness whimpered in his arms as her eyes brimmed with tears and the black slowly receded back into her pupils.
"Yes, Alex."
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Anastasia
I felt different. There was a darkness inside of me. I felt powerful again, as if my grace had returned but without the moral limitations. I felt better than I'd ever felt during my long existence. I remember waking up and feeling an overwhelming urge to hunt, to dig my claws into flesh and feeling blood run through my fingers. They did not scream. They couldn't. It happened so fast, I was a blur, and I barely remembered it.
That's when Alex found me. I was so happy. Happier than I'd been in a long time. I danced and laughed but he didn't seem happy, in fact, he looked worried. Did he not like the new me? He bathed me but said nothing. He was stuck inside of his own thoughts. My Alex, I felt connected to him as if there was an invisible line wrapped around me that tethered me to him, keeping me there, like a vise. I couldn't have left, even if I had wanted to.
Alex moved away from me, into the room. I heard a woman talking. I felt an all-consuming rage bubble up within me and the need to hunt became unbearable. He was MINE! I would not share him. I moved so fast it made me dizzy. There were three women there, staring at me in shock.
I released a low snarl, warning them to get away from my Alex, but they didn't move, only continued to stare. The rage only grew and I pounced. I hung, suspended in the air for a second, before I was slammed into a hot, hard body. The rage was gone, replaced by an intense calm.
"NO! You will not attack anyone else, am I understood?"
My heart clenched, in pain, at his tone. I could feel my throat close up and tears well in my eyes.
"Yes, Alex."
He slowly released me. My arms possessively wrapped around his waist, pushing my tits into his body, and I could feel Alex's hard cock on my stomach. I moved one arm and shamelessly pressed my palm against his shaft. He growled and pushed his hips forward.
"Susume, we'll talk later. The rest of you, get this mess cleaned up," was all Alex said.
He grabbed me by the waist, tossed me over his shoulder and walked out of the room. I giggled and smiled, triumphantly, at the women staring after us, flipping them the bird. Alex kept his arm wrapped around my thighs as he walked down the hallway, his fingers squeezing and releasing the skin there, over and over again. I could feel his shoulders shake under me, as he chuckled, after I groaned and playfully smacked his ass.
"Well, that's a first."
He stopped by a door and pushed inside, closing it with his foot. I pushed up and slid down his body, wrapping my legs around his waist as I fisted his hair and brought his lips to mine. Our lips moved in sync as his hands came up to grip my ass, holding me to him more firmly. I bit his bottom lip, pulling it into my mouth and sucking before I released it with a pop.
"You are mine, Alex. No one else's and I won't share you," I claimed.
