When I wake, I am confused.
This doesn't feel like my bed.
My body is sore and when I shift my legs slightly a spasm of pain rushes through me from my womb. My skin is chilled and feels odd, but I can't yet place my discomfort. It doesn't take me long to figure it out though. Why the
fuck
am I naked? My vision is blurred and my eyes feel itchy and painfully dry. Did I forget to remove my contacts last night? I make a move to rub my eyes. As soon as I lift my hand I feel something tighten around my waist. I freeze, horror halting even my breathing as I realize the thing holding me is an
arm.
The strong arm pulls me backwards while I lie helpless on my side. Soft, warm skin covering hard muscle presses into my back, using the arm to form a fleshy cage around my body; and all the while I am frozen, like a deer caught in headlights. It's only when a firm thigh drapes over my legs and I feel
something soft
brush against my bottom that I begin to scream.
Oh
God,
I've been raped!
My screams tear through my throat and I fight hard to get away from the
naked
man behind me. When he tightens his grip even further I curl my body inwards and bite his forearm as hard as I can. A soft growl of pain echoes into my left ear but the man does not release me. The dry contact lenses continue to hinder my vision but I can still make out blurry shapes and colours. When I look at the arm still clamped onto me I see red blood seeping from black skin.
Black skin?
Even in my panicked state I find this odd.
Still struggling, I start kicking my legs out and wriggling my body more violently. Bitter tears burn my eyes as they fall and my screaming has morphed into wails of despair. The man loosens his hold slightly as I sob and it takes me a while to realise that his other hand is softly stroking my hair, almost as if he is trying to soothe me. This, oddly,
does
soothe me and I calm down just enough to hear him speak my name.
"Selena," he whispers again, "do not be afraid my love. Calm yourself; for no harm shall befall you while I still breathe."
That voice... so deep and gentle; it makes me tremble with longing. I stop struggling and take a deep breath. My vision has cleared somewhat and I look down at his arm again. It isn't black, but a mosaic of moving colours, swirling beneath red tattoos. I've seen this before... in a dream perhaps?
Yes, last night in my dream of need, lust and passion. My body was taken by a demon, my lover, my
King
...
Asmodeus.
Suddenly everything comes flooding back. It
wasn't
a dream, last night was real. I clasp my hands onto his injured arm, wiping away the blood from the wound I created and lean down to kiss it.
"Asmodeus," I beg, speaking into his arm, "forgive me."
I ask this not because I'm afraid of him but because I am genuinely mortified that I hurt him and worse, that I
forgot
him, if only for a moment.
He stops stroking my hair and slips his arm under my body. Shifting his other arm lower, he hooks it behind my knees and pulls me toward him, cradling me like a baby. I lay my head in his chest, filled with shame, my tears leaking onto his bare torso. He releases my legs but brings his own thigh up to support me so that I am still curled up and close to him. Cupping my face with his free left hand, he turns it toward his and captures my mouth in a sweet kiss. His hand drops away from my face and slides smoothly along my body, stopping at my round rump. He gives it a sharp squeeze and the brief pain sends a jolt of pleasure racing through my heart. Our mouths move with frenzied excitement and I feel my arousal growing. I laugh against his lips as I feel
his
arousal as well, stiffening so very close to my centre of pleasure.
Looking up at him I am amazed that this is really happening. Here I am, in the arms of a man who is not a man at all and we are in sync, in perfect harmony with each other. Not even twenty-four hours ago, I was in my own bed at home, cold and terribly lonely. Twenty doesn't seem like an old age, but to me, without someone I could love and who would love me back, it has felt like a lifetime. I have watched the people around me fall in and out of love, laugh and cry in its name, and all the while I lamented the fact that I had never loved at all. There were so many times I would look at my life and despair, wondering if I would always be alone. Now, here, in
his
arms; my heart swells with joy and thuds sweetly against my lover's. I feel an overwhelming rush of pure love for him -- (ironically) this demon who abducted me in the night -- and it brings tears to my eyes again.
I press my lips hard against his once more, hoping I can convey everything I feel for him with it.
"Thank you." I say out loud.
"For what, my Selena?" he purrs, his eyes burning so beautifully.
"You know already,
my
King."
"I have shown you only the minimum of what you deserve and I assure you my dear, you deserve much more. Come with me now, my pet, I shall bestow upon you a few tokens of my affection."
He makes to move but I stop him.
"Wait." I say, placing a palm on his chest. "I don't need any gifts. This, right here, is enough for me.
"Although," I consider, my cheeks burning, "I could do with some clothes."
He laughs that gorgeous laugh of his and I feel the heat radiating from my face; my blush has always been unusually red for my chocolate coloured skin. Thoroughly embarrassed, I slap his chest lightly and hide my steaming face there again.
"Don't laugh at me," I protest playfully, looking up again, "I'm serious!"
But I say it with a smile on my lips, so I don't think he believes me.
He pulls me in closer and pokes a finger into a deep dimple in my cheek.
"Were it just I who would look upon you, I would have you bare before me always my sweet. Alas, others would see that which belongs to me and they shall not have the privilege of seeing all of you. Your body is for my pleasure and mine alone, which is fortunate for you. I will provide you with everything you require."
"Yay, lucky me, I get
clothes
." It's ridiculous to think that this tiny detail is even up for discussion. One with think that new clothes would be a given considering how my old ones were rendered useless. Then again, why should I expect anything from the demon who's keeping me as his personal sex toy? I'm not angry though, quite on the contrary, I find his words strangely erotic.
"Yes; lucky you
indeed,
my Selena." He says, with a wicked glint in his eye.
I don't think he caught my sarcasm.
"Come, I will procure your clothing."
He makes a move to get up again, dragging me with him like a ragdoll. I stop him again though, clearing my throat, remembering something he seems to have forgotten.
"So," I start casually, "you don't want me to, er... take care of your... um,
friend
down here first?"
I stretch my leg out slowly and rub my calf lightly against his... friend.
He seizes my thigh swiftly in his large, strong hand and pulls me left a little so that I am centred on his chest. Taking this as my signal, I spread my legs wider to straddle his hips. As soon as I part my knees though, another sharp stab of pain races through my core. I hiss at the sting and stop moving. It seems that I am still a bit sore from last night. It saddens me that my body will not allow me to fulfil the promise I made with my actions and playful words.
Suddenly, Asmodeus turns us over so that now he is on top of me, and I fret that he is going to just take what he wants. He doesn't enter my still sensitive body though. Instead he slides down the bed quickly and stops with his face hovering over my sex, his hands clamped onto my thighs, tenderly pulling them apart.
Ah, this looks familiar.
Dipping his head down, he runs his tongue slowly over the soft folds of my opening. His sensuous soft tongue moves like deliciously hot water, flowing over and around my little nub. Whatever his mouth touches becomes wet with his fluids and mine. When he moves, a shiver expands through me from the place he last was, as the wet skin cools in the soft breeze that is his breathing. He laps up everything my body offers and my breathing speeds as my pleasure increases.
His tongue is beginning its invasion into me now and I feel no pain. All I can register is the amazingly alien feel of his mouth on my sex and one of his hands sliding up to squeeze my ass. My hips jolt as I moan loud and long, trying to regulate my breathing; and failing. He's just too damn good at this. Its amazing how he knows just what to do and
just
where to-
Ahhhh.....
His tongue slips out of my body and his sharp teeth graze lightly against my clit. My gut tightens with pleasure and my chest constricts. Fuck that feels
so
good.
His amazing mouth creates contrasting versions of pleasure within me, making my body weak and strong both. Soon,
very
soon, he has me mewling like a kitten and clawing at the sheets like a tigress, affording me so much pleasure that I can barely stand it. My legs shake even as they tighten around my lover and my mind does not know whether to shut down or revel in the intensity that is the pleasure he gives me. I feel as if I'm going to explode and, as he sucks hard on my clit one last time, I do.
A small rush of warmth flows from me and onto his waiting lips as I climax hard, throwing my head back and arching my body off the bed. My legs clamp onto his broad shoulders and my scream of ecstasy echoes through the cavern. An uncontrollable shudder reverberates up from my toes to my shoulders and the sound of it rushes in my ears. When I slump back onto the bed I pant heavily and release my death-grip on the sheets. My clitoris throbs wonderfully and every little jolt sends more pleasure racing through my veins. Finally my breathing slows and all the exquisite tension of my release drains away from my body as I relax.
Moaning with delight, I reach down for my King and pull at his shoulders until he moves back up and pulls me onto his hard body again. I swear I could remain like this forever, my lust satisfied and resting on the chest of my beloved.
"You healed me, didn't you?" I whisper, gingerly shifting my legs again, pleased that the pain is gone.
