Devil's Prince (Satan's Brood Book 1)

by Louise Furley

  “I love you, Svetiessa, my beautiful wife, Zues I love you so much. We’re finally home.” Dev gripped her breasts, pulling her down so he could suck a nipple into his mouth where he lathed it, bit it, suckled it, making her sex clench and writhe all over him.

  “It’s time I put a devil-pup in you, baby.”

  Sveti nodded with a glorious smile.

  Dev slid his hand behind her head to bring it down. He moved his mouth to take hers prisoner.

  The rhythm was too slow for him; he grasped her hips then shoved his up hard, impaling her to the womb.

  Her first scream peeled out.

  His horns, fangs and claws emerged, and he drove more screams from her as he brought them both to heaven.

  The End

  Thank you for reading Devil’s Prince. I hope you loved it!

  Please review the following excerpt from my book, Devil’s Seed, Book 2 in Satan’s Brood.

  DEVIL’S SEED

  Chapter One

  On the heels of the fleeing kidnapper, Kesindra Jasmari’s stomach clenched in mortal fear that she’d lose him and the victim would die.

  The suspect’s shoes clacking furiously over stone and asphalt diminished as he moved further from her, out of sight into deeper darkness.

  She could still hear him splashing in puddles, kicking and stomping on garbage as he raced down the alley. Alarm that she was losing him clogged in her throat, drawing a deep breath past her pounding heart was impossible.

  A brand-spanking-new agent in the city of Ships Bay, near Boston, her confidence flagged. Kesi wasn’t sure what to do.

  The Glock 19 heavy and awkward in her small hand, it was not the subcompact she had trained with. Even then, she’d only had a few days of target practice.

  “Just buck up, Kesi,” she scolded herself, trying to peer through the dimness.

  No longer able to hear his footsteps, her pace faltered.

  Other than rusty pipes dripping plop-plops on the scummy broken-up blacktop and her panting, it was bone dead silent.

  Slowing to a cautious walk, her head tilted listening for any sound to indicate where he went. Where the heck was the rest of her team?

  Carswell was to stay back, and Richard, Jersey and Chris were to close off the exit to the alley. They had been instructed to only keep furtive eyes on the kidnapper, but Jersey had stared at him too long and the kidnapper made them as agents and fled.

  Creeping to the end of the alley, she stood beside the dumpster, her held breath whooshed out. Darn, the alley didn’t end as Richard had thought, he had read the map wrong, there were more corridors, more dark squalid corners for the kidnapper to-

  She never heard him as he dropped from the dumpster on top of her slamming her to the blacktop-

  The wind snapped out of Kesi as she crashed down flat on her stomach- the gun flew out of her hand and she was suddenly in a fight for her life. Skin scraping and gouging, she scrambled on her belly for her weapon, but his weight held her back.

  “Oh no you don’t, bitch,” he snarled in her ear, “you’re done.” Heaving bear grunts and vile curses ground from him as he wrestled her to keep her down, but small and slender,

  Kesi was able to squirm out from under him. Spotting the Glock she tried to make for it, he grabbed her around her knees, jerked hard, and she crashed again on the hard jagged asphalt.

  “Bitch, you ain’t goin’ nowhere!” he yelled.

  Before she could put her hands up in defense the man started pounding on her. He punched her in the side, in her head, ruthlessly pummeled his big fists like sledgehammers all over her body.

  Literally hearing the crack of her bones breaking, Kesi screamed for help. Darkness rapidly enveloped her, pulling her under from the vicious beating. The agonizing pain blinding, then she caught sight of her gun again.

  With her last bit of strength, she kneed him in the balls and when he cried out and folded double, she scrabbled on her belly. Her destroyed arms too fractured to hold her up, she still went for the gun.

  But, gagging and groaning, he limped over, jumped on her again and grabbed her arm to hold her from reaching the gun.

  Jerking her arm back, he broke her shoulder and snatched the gun himself. Her scream of agony withered to a pained hoarse gasp.

  A voice nearby yelled, “Don’t move, or I’ll shoot!”

  Kesi fought to stay conscious. Thank God, Carswell Cartwright was in the alley with his gun drawn.

  Unfortunately, Carswell was as green and inexperienced as Kesi. His gun wavered all over the place, his boyish face sweaty and strained with fear.

  “Okay, all right, I give up,” the perp huffed. Straddling Kesi, he raised one hand in surrender.

  Carswell commanded, “Uh, okay, don’t try anything funny, get on your feet dirtbag with your hands in the-”

  Bang!

  The perp rolled shooting Kesi’s gun. A red dot exploded between Carswell’s stunned eyes, then he crumpled to the gritty ground.

  “Nooo,” Kesi cried, her shattered arms flailing uselessly at the killer.

  He staggered to his feet with a sneering smirk. “You think to capture me you dumb bitch? Last mistake you will ever make,” and he fired at her as she rolled trying to elude the bullet.

  Feeling the hot steel slam into her, Kesi heard more gunfire. The kidnapper screamed.

  Kesi thought, good, got him, then she felt the hot lick of fire as she went under, crashing into the black.

  Chapter Two

  A hand from the grave, the kidnap victim’s fingers burrowed up through the cracked pavement. Skeleton of splintered bone, grey shreds of skin and tissue and ligaments clinging to it, blood dripped from the ghastly hand as it reached to grab her leg.

  “No!” she screamed thrashing, trying to get away from it, but it clutched at her, scraping gnarled cadaver fingernails over her already skinned flesh.

  “Wake up, Jasmari! Wake up, Agent!”

  The voice kept shouting until Kesi managed to crack her sore lids open.

  It wasn’t the poor victim, mother of two tiny children; it was her FBI senior agent in charge, SAC Keith Dukes.

  “Ah, ah, Jasmari, back from the dead.” Sounding more annoyed than concerned, the agent sniffed with mild condescension.

  She struggled to sit up but couldn’t make her limbs move. The pain knifing everywhere through her body, unbearable agony, tears sprung.

  The dry words barely a whisper in her parched throat, she asked, “Sir, what…happened?”

  The fortyish agent plopped down in a chair beside the bed. “What happened? I’ll tell you what happened. I sent the most green, useless, sorriest excuses for agents I’ve ever had the misfortune to be in charge of, to be a tiny part of a vital mission. Simple. So fucking simple.”

  He shifted in his seat and glared at her.

  “You observe the kidnapper until senior agents come and follow him. He leads us to the victim, and,” he snapped his fingers, “voila. We rescue said victim and lock up the sick perp for the rest of his miserable stinking life.”

  Trying to gather moisture in her scratchy throat, Kesi uttered, “But, I remember, uh,” her mind blanked. Then, “Carswell, is he-”

  The look on Dukes’ grim face told her. She really had seen the agent die in front of her eyes.

  “Yeah.” The senior agent nodded regretfully. “Carswell didn’t make it. You barely did.” He dragged his fingers through short trimmed dark hair, then pulled at his rigid lips.

  His long face all sharp angles and hollows under his cheekbones, his nose strong but not as jagged as the rest of his features, it evened out the elongated jaw.

  With a sniff, eyes like brown pebbles regarded her with mild dispassion.

  “But, I don’t understand,” Kesi mumbled, her brain beat against her skull. The pain struck with grinding jabs, her head vibrated from the ceaseless pounding.

  “What happened was, when we located the kidnapper, you fucking inept agents were sent in to only watch him, not arrest, no
t chase, not kill him, just fucking watch him, keep him in sight” He glared at her as she lay immobile from her numerous, life-threatening injuries.

  Hawking out an aggravated breath, he went on with his rebuke, “Let the seasoned team come in and take him down after we find where he stashed the victim. But no, you comedy gang of misfits decide to chase him down, against orders.”

  Blurry pictures straggled through her bruised brain. Sucking in a dry breath, she responded weakly, “But, we, he made Jersey and then ran. Chris, our team leader said we needed follow him. I,” she took another gasping breath, licked her dry lips, her forehead winced in creases with the pain.

  “I stayed after him, and Richard said they would block the exit, we would, catch him, and,” her wheezing breath scraped at her lungs inflamed with thick fluid.

  Sitting back, Dukes crossed an ankle over a knee and regarded her with unveiled contempt. Running fingers down his tie to straighten it, he said, “And, you idiots, Richard read the map wrong, there was no end of that wing of that alley corridor.”

  Her eyes clenched with physical pain, the mental pain was only just beginning. “I…remember, branches, there were other corridors.”

  “Yeah. To make matters worse, Chris led the rest of your bumbling team over to a passageway to wait in ambush, but stupid dolts, they weren’t at the correct alley you were in. Carswell followed your screams. Apparently, when he tried to arrest the kidnapper, he waffled and the suspect shot and killed him.”

  Rubbing his angled jaw with a few knobby fingers, his voice softened slightly, he said, “Then, after he had already almost beat you to death, the suspect shot you. His first shot missed.” He paused, shifted with some awkwardness.

  Clearing his throat noisily he went on, “His second bullet caught you in the head. Ah,” he cleared his throat again. “There was a can of spilled kerosene in the alley, the first bullet set off a fire, you were, ah, burned somewhat before the others could get to you.”

  His expression showed some sympathy. “Fortunately the docs were able to extricate the bullet from your noggin and they claim it hadn’t hit anything dire, you should expect a full recovery. One shining thing at least. Eh?”

  But Carswell was dead. He had family. Oh God. Her mind was swimming with stinging agony, dread and loss. Licking her dehydrated lips, she whispered, “The- the victim, did we save-”

  He shook his head. “No. The rest of the bumbling team raced in with reckless abandon and shot the kidnapper dead. He’d had his hands up in surrender but they panicked. We found Mia Collins a week later in the trunk of the car he had stolen.”

  “Oh my heavens,” Kesi cried, tears of sorrow falling. Voice a wounded rasp, she questioned, “A week? How long have I been here?”

  He got up and paced to the window, combing the tips of his fingers in irritation through his hair.

  Turning back to her with a frown, he replied, “You were critically injured. It was touch and go for a few weeks. We looked for family to call, but couldn’t find any on record.”

  Tears eked out the corners of her scrunched eyes. “I have no one.”

  “Yeah, we found that out. Anyway, you’ve been here in mostly a coma for about six weeks.”

  Her lids flew up so fast it hurt. “Six weeks? Oh…” Her head spun, her apartment, what happened when she hadn’t paid the rent?

  Gaze flitting to him, her voice weak, strained, barely a raspy whisper, she asked, “Have I been on medical leave? Have I been drawing pay?”

  “Really, Jasmari, after all this, that’s all you have to ask, for fuck’s sake?” Boomerang-shaped brows drew down. “No, you moron, you are too new. Hadn’t even halfway completed the academy when we put you on this mission. You and the other misfits are only probationary agents.”

  His voice softened again at her look of despair. “We pulled you from the academy because we needed a person the perp wouldn’t notice, a young-”

  “Nondescript, plain female,” she interjected with a sad sarcastic snort.

  “Ah, well,” sounding abashed, his long face colored somewhat. “I wouldn’t go that far, but, yeah, pretty much. Hair always in a tight bun under a scarf, big bug-eyed glasses, baggy clothes, no one would look twice at you, you’d blend into the crowd.”

  It barely hurt her anymore. She’d always been told she was plain. “Plain as a wooden post,” her mother used to say.

  Her father would add, “Let’s hope she has brains. She’s too small and delicate boned to be any use physically, no sports scholarships for you, girlie.”

  Kesi had grown up home-schooled in an isolated farming commune. Both parents were killed in a flash flood. They had tried to cross a swollen river with cattle and all were swept away. She had no siblings and no other relatives.

  Her parents hadn’t owned the house they’d lived in, they only had the shirts off their backs. Mr. Thompson, the commune’s appointed leader had told Kesi she was too small to do the hard work her parents did.

  He had slyly advised her that she could work off her rent in another way, and he was very clear about her spreading her legs for him, or she could leave.

  She had no job, no money for college, and was unable to rent an apartment with no funds or credit to her name. She had tried to leave a few times, to get regular employment when her folks were alive, but they had begged her to stay with them.

  Kesi could relieve them of the burden of taking care of the household, cooking, cleaning, maintaining the home and doing menial tasks for them thereby leaving them free to do the farming heavy lifting.

  With no options, after her parents died Kesi went straight into the FBI. She was a hardship case, they took her in without a college degree but with a contract that she would obtain her degree while working for them.

  “Well,” bending over her, Dukes said, “look on the bright side, you can’t miss what you never had. You’ve never experienced the life of a beautiful woman, so,” one shoulder rose in a ‘so what’ kind of a shrug, “it can’t hurt as much now that you’re disfig- uh-” he broke off awkwardly with a small cough.

  “What? I have permanent damage?” The tears welled and ran over down her cheeks. She tried to raise a hand to touch her face but the pain was too intense just trying to raise her arm. All four limbs were in casts.

  “Uh, well, the doctors have, uh, hope that, I mean they said the bones in your face would heal, but you would never look the same. At least all of your hair didn’t burn off, since you have at least that one pretty, uh, element. Now that I’ve seen it loose. Uh...”

  He stuck a finger under the knot of his tie and tugged at it, went on, “And of course, thank God, your eyes weren’t damaged, the heat, they were afraid, I mean your glasses burnt over your eyes. They thought, you know, there was a chance of blindness…” he trailed off.

  Then smiling, he said cheerfully, “They are a nice actually, um, an extraordinary color, kind of, uh, you know, amazingly sexy like, anyway,” he rushed on, “now that they aren’t hidden behind those ugly dark glasses you wear.”

  As her painful lids lowered, Kesi thought it was unusual everything wasn’t a big blur like it normally was when she didn’t wear her glasses. Must be the medication.

  “So,” she started, licking her lips, she was dying for a glass of water but she would never ask this stick-up-his-ass boss for anything. You would think he would see her distress and offer to help her.

  Flopping back down on the chair, he crossed his legs and said coolly, “So, then, this is what happens next.”

  He waited until her lids rose slightly and her eyes slanted up at him. “The entire mission was one big clusterfuck. It gave the agency a big black eye. So, you, and the rest of the bungling team, are being sent to Původně.”

  “What?” Her mouth dropped with the question. “Where is that? I’ve never even heard of it?”

  “Um, it’s kind of a really tiny, third world country, it’s pretty, uh, rural. Like jungle rural. The village is quite rustic, called,” he pulled out his c
ell phone and leafed through his notes. “Brutální.”

  Blinking at him in bewilderment, she stuttered, “B- but, I don’t understand. Why are we to be exiled to a foreign land, will we even understand the language?”

  He looked slightly uncomfortable. “I think they speak English.”

  The senior agent leaned over her, frowning. “Like I said, you guys fucked the thing up so bad we need to get you out of the picture, way out of the picture. Maybe you can somehow redeem yourselves. If not, out of sight, out of mind, right?”

  Confused and unnerved at his words, she made no response.

  “Ah,” he sighed. “Think of it as an extended vacation, well, a working vacation. You won’t have to worry about the hustle and bustle of the busy dangerous streets here. Except, there have been alien sightings there. But,” he shrugged, “that’s to be expected out in the primordial jungle.”

  “Aliens? Are you serious?” Kesi drew a shallow wheezing breath. “I’ve only heard the occasional news report of them.”

  She closed her eyes trying to recall the information the authorities had given out regarding the intruders from outer space.

  The reports indicated there was a truce of sorts between Earth and the extra-terrestrials. The aliens stating they were staying temporarily for observation.

  To Kesi it sounded like they were visiting the zoo. When their curiosity was sated they would return to their own planet, or whatever they were from.

  Hopefully they wouldn’t desire to take any ‘pets’ home with them for entertainment or...further study. Like dissecting.

  Darn, she was letting her crazy imagination get carried away. She has enough on her plate without worrying about aliens coming to abduct her and experiment on her.

  The reports had also indicated the aliens were from the far future and considered earthlings to be quite rudimentary and backward.

  They might even consider snatching a few humans to force them to do dangerous or dreadful, wearisome work for them.