by K L Rymer
Crystal shivers and I sigh, pulling the blankets off her.
“Misaki!”
Then I yank Sparkles from her grasp, and she cries out in alarm. “Sparkles!”
“Sparkles can’t help you now, Crystal. It’s all on you. Continue to mope up here or learn to fight your enemy.”
She squeezes her eyes and bites her lower lip. When she opens them once again, and I stare impressed as they burn a brighter shade of blue.
“All right. I’ll go down and fight.”
18. Eli
Well, my short, sweet romance with White’s daughter was finally over.
Crystal hates my guts now, finally seeing me for the monster I truly am.
It was inevitable really. Crystal was bound to find out about the true nature of my interests in her sooner or later, but I still hate Misaki for taking away the few precious moments I may have had left with her.
But at the end of the day, creatures like me don’t deserve love and happiness. We’re destined to die alone.
Just remembering the terrified look of betrayal on her beautiful face still tears my insides apart. And when she came down for dinner, hand in hand with Misaki like they were old friends and completely ignored me, it tore me apart further.
Fuck that Misaki. I will make her pay.
I crouch beside a gargoyle on the roof of the Black Mansion, gazing over the moonlit grounds.
I’m in full demonic mode. My black, tattered wings rest against my back like old leather, as my horns twist from my head like spirals.
It’s good to let the beast out every once in a while. Being trapped in a tailored suit all the time wasn’t healthy for him. Hence why he craved all the sex.
But he wasn’t even getting that anymore. Because the only sex he craved was from a virtuous angel who currently sleeps in the house below.
The demon growls and I rein him in, keeping him at bay.
No, I couldn’t do that to Crystal. Not now. It would be immoral.
The demon could give two shits though as he digs his claws into the tiles, leaving scorch marks.
But it’s not like the man in me doesn’t want to have sex with her either. He wants every inch of her supple flesh, to hear her soft, angelic moan as he fucks her for the first time, and now I ball my fist, smashing the head off the gargoyle.
Its stone head rolls off the roof, falling down to the blackened grounds, and I stare after it for some time, releasing ragged breaths.
Hot vapour escapes my mouth as my body temperature’s a lot higher now, and yes, I really can breathe fire (that wasn’t all show for Misaki’s sake).
I release a sigh, brushing a hand between my horns, and my hair cascades my face as usual. My heart won’t stop pounding, bashing against the wall of my chest like an enraged bull.
I’m shirtless, but I still wear an old set of trousers to cover up some modesty (I don’t have a suit tailored to fit around my thirteen-foot wingspan after all).
My thoughts linger on Crystal, and I wonder what she’s dreaming about at that moment.
Probably not a demon like me.
But then my extra sharp sense of smell picks up on a familiar, tantalising scent, and my pupils dilate.
Fuck.
It’s Crystal...
She’s having dreams.
About me.
Her arousal’s so strong, I can almost taste it on my tongue, and then my mouth slavers, dripping down my chin.
My demon loses his shit and spreads out his leathery wings, and we swoop down to the back of the house.
I land on the ledge outside the window, peering in at the darkened room where that sweet, enticing angel sleeps.
Although the room’s pitch black, I can see her perfectly with my enhanced vision, and I press up closer, fogging the glass.
She’s curled up, holding onto a stuffed horse, and I release a soft purr, a low, dangerous sound.
Next, my dick pushes forward, trying to break free from my pants, and I growl in frustration.
Fuck this window. Keeping me from my angel...
I press my palm to the glass, creating scorch marks on the smooth surface. It would take no time at all to burn through and have a taste of her sweet flesh.
Crystal wants me too. I can smell it dripping between her legs, and I start to drool, my heart beating faster.
But then I stop, closing my eyes.
The cold night air blows against my sweat-soaked back, and I tremble, releasing shuddery breaths.
When I open my eyes again, I see her sleeping there, her face twisted with grief. A lone tear slips down her cheek.
I sigh, pressing my burning forehead to the glass.
Now the moon finally breaks through the clouds, and I see my reflection.
The thing of nightmares stares back at me. It’s a monster, plain and simple, with large leathery wings, twisted horns, and pointed fangs.
But the eyes... pure evil.
The pupils are narrowed to slits, and I gaze into those bloodshot red eyes for a while, seeing Eli Black inside there somewhere.
As well as being sexually frustrated and sleep-deprived, I see his pain... the pain of losing the first woman he loved.
I do love Crystal. I feel it in the way my heart beats against my chest, yearning for her soul.
But I lost her. That girl sleeping on the other side of the window despises my every being now.
I should know more than anyone that you can hate someone’s guts while completely lusting for them.
Do you think I actually liked half the women I shagged over the years?
Finally, I stretch my wings and let them guide me back to the roof.
They fold by my sides once again, and I return to my gargoyle stance, gazing out over the mist-covered grounds.
Soon the sun rises over the hills, and I breathe in the fresh morning air, releasing it back with a cloud of vapour.
Dawn’s arrived at last.
I SCUFFLE DOWN TO BREAKFAST the next morning, clad once again in my smart suit and cravat. Now no one would suspect that I was playing creeper all night, peering into darkened windows...
I find a half-arsed note in the foyer by the vase of dead flowers, and snatch it up.
“Gone on business trip. Back in three days.”
I scoff, burning the note between my fingers. At least he had the courtesy to leave a note this time. He never did when I was growing up.
Next, I find my way to the dining room on autopilot, having had no sleep for the past three days now.
So I barely register when my eyes land on Crystal.
Suddenly, I’m reminded of her wet dreams, and my body zaps back to life. My dick prods my pants, and I cringe, hoping she doesn’t notice.
But Crystal goes on pretending as if I’m not even in the room, nibbling on a piece of buttered toast, and I sigh.
How I wish I was that piece of buttered toast.
I shake my head, gathering my thoughts again.
This is ridiculous. How are we even supposed to function in the same house if we can barely look at each other? My own parents barely talked throughout their marriage, yet still, I don’t want that for us.
I move to a sideboard and pour myself a black coffee, then drop into the seat opposite her.
She tenses, keeping her eyes on her plate. She has on her childish pink horse pyjamas again, and I just want to rip them off and see her naked, but I keep my hands to myself.
God, it’s quiet. You can even hear the cocks “cock-a-doodling” in the village farm a mile away.
I take a sip of my coffee, finding the energy to speak at last. “So... how are you enjoying your stay?”
She continues to stare at her plate, chewing her toast slowly.
I gaze down into my own cup, meeting my haphazard appearance inside the dark liquid.
That’s it. I can’t take any more of this silent bullshit treatment. Maybe I do need to be more forceful like my father says.
“Crystal—”
“Good
morning!” Misaki sings, entering the room with a full face of makeup.
Seriously, how early does she wake to put all that shit on?
Crystal’s whole demeanour changes the moment my cousin joins the table. “Good morning, Misaki,”she chirps, bright and cheerful.
Misaki plasters on a wide, fake smile, and I want to rip it off her stupid, contoured face. I just know she’s been telling Crystal all kinds of bad shit about me, demonising me even further (excuse the pun).
I wonder what lies she’s told her.
“Did you have sweet dreams, Crystal?”Misaki asks, grabbing a croissant.
Crystal blushes bright pink, and then she gives a nervous giggle. “Y-yes...”
I stifle a snort, placing my mug to my lips.
Oh yes, she did, Misaki...
Misaki gives another fake smile then focuses her attention on me. The smile leaves her face immediately. “Good morning, arsehole.”
I sip my coffee, ignoring her insult. “And a good morning to you too, dear cousin.”
Misaki looks around the table. “So, where’s Uncle Randall this morning?”
“Business trip,” I reply, my response curt.
A sly grin stretches across Misaki’s lips, and she looks like the Grinch. “Finally. Now the real shit can begin. I’m hosting a ball to celebrate your engagement.”
Both Crystal and I look her way horrified, the first thing we come to an agreement to that morning.
“What?” Crystal says, aghast.
My thoughts exactly.
Misaki’s eyes light up and I groan.
Of course. Why am I surprised? It’s just an excuse for a party after all. She’s been like this since she was a teenager. I’m just waiting for the day she finally grows up.
“Come on, you guys, it’ll be fun.”
“B-but...” Crystal starts to say, peering my way. When I meet her gaze, her face flushes bright red, and then she looks away.
I release a sigh. Why doesn’t she just stick that butter knife in my chest and be done with it?
“But what?”Misaki replies, helping herself to another croissant.
I finish Crystal’s sentence for her. “Crystal and I are no longer engaged.”
My heart still stings at the memory of her throwing my ring back in my face. I deserved it, but it was like losing a piece of my soul.
Misaki rolls her eyes. “So? Nobody else has to know. Besides, it’ll be fun. Just like when we were kids. You still remember the wild ball of the summer of 08, don’t you, Eli?”
I give an exasperated breath. That I do. Vividly. I had been a reckless eighteen-year-old, and Misaki fourteen, and had nearly lost my entitlement to the estate in the process.
“We’re not in our teens anymore, Misaki. We’re adults now. Now start acting like one.”
She scoffs. “Not when you have money. You can throw all the wild parties you want.”
“Who will you invite?” I can’t help but notice the mocking lilt in my tone.
All our friends are just as grown up as we are now. The only ones who will bother to come will be the low lives with nothing better to do.
“Well, the bridesmaids are still arriving tomorrow for the ‘wedding’, and maybe a few of the old Bottingtons gang.”
Bottingtons was the name of my old boarding school, and I glare at Misaki for even suggesting such a thing.
Fuck, I hate those cunts, especially horse-faced Fredrick Coltson (my literal copycat who tries to be like me in every way possible). The fakest bunch of arseholes I ever met, but Misaki loves them all regardless, only because she’s slept with them all.
It’s how she paid me back after I fucked all her friends.
We really are a messed up family.
Bottingtons’ school for boys was the reason I never had any real friends growing up. I was the popular son of the billionaire tycoon. Parents literally forced their children to be friends with me.
And now they all work for my father, the lucky bastards.
Honestly, they’re the last people I want to see. And now I hate the idea of this fake engagement party even more.
“Well, I think a party would be a wonderful idea,” Crystal blurts next.
I glower her way. Thought we were on the same side.
Misaki beams. “Why, thank you, Crystal. It’s going to be a masquerade.”
Crystal’s eyes sparkle like sapphires. “Oh, I’ve always wanted to go to a masquerade.”
“Well, now you will have the chance,” Misaki replies.
I roll my eyes. “A masquerade? So pretentious.”
My voice goes on unheard though as the girls start discussing music and decorations, and I finish my coffee in silence.
When they finish their breakfast, they rush off upstairs, giggling like silly school girls, and I give a long, wistful sigh.
I feel so left out.
19. Eli
I walk through a long, winding tunnel, following the sound of Crystal’s siren call.
“Eli!”
“Crystal!” I shout back, my voice echoing through the lonely passage.
“Eli? Come to me. I need you...”
Well, if that wasn’t reason enough.
I pick up my pace, rushing through the shadowy tunnel. The walls are black and covered in a greasy substance, and I cringe.
What kind of hellhole dreamscape was this? Grime on walls? Yuck.
God, even in my dreams, I’m a clean freak.
But for some reason, I know that I’m dreaming. Sleep deprivation must have taken hold at last, because the last thing I remember was crashing down on my bed fully-clothed, and it wasn’t even seven o’clock.
Horny and tiredness were never a good mix.
Currently, I’m having one of those lucid dreams when you’re aware of everything that’s happening, and I’m going to use this to my advantage.
There’s a horny little angel waiting for me at the very end of this tunnel. Yet it goes on and on, and I grow impatient.
But I soon pick up her scent, and my eyes turn crimson.
I’m getting warmer...
A few more twists and turns, and I arrive in a beautiful moonlit cave. A view of the starry night sky is just visible above.
A glowing apparition waits for me on a bed of silken white sheets, and I pause, breathing in her enticing scent.
She keeps her back to me, and my eyes rove over her delicate curves, her round arse, and that flowing blonde mane.
I smirk, displaying my fangs.
Found my angel...
She turns at last, and her skin glows like a thousand stars.
This must be her true form, or what I perceive to be her true form. In my dreams, Crystal is only ever beautiful.
Her eyes burn electric blue as they pierce my soul. Then her lips part, revealing those adorable front teeth. “Eli...”
Crystal whispers my name like a perfect song, and I prowl closer, taking my place on the sheets beside her.
They’re soft like her skin, and I yearn to brush my hand over her smooth legs.
She has on a flimsy nightgown made of gossamer, and my dick hardens as I ponder what she wears beneath.
Hopefully, nothing.
“Eli... I’m so glad you came,” she says, staring up at me with those bright blue eyes.
I give a tight smile. If only the real Crystal could say the same.
“I wouldn’t miss this.” My voice is deep and demonic, the bass to her soprano.
Crystal shuffles closer, placing gentle hands over my cheeks, and now I gaze into those luminous blues.
I see a faint reflection of my red eyes and horned silhouette. Fuck, we are close. So close, I can smell her sweet candy breath. It brushes hot against my cheeks, and I close my eyes, giving a low, soft purr.
Pure heaven.
“I’m... sorry I ignored you at breakfast,” she apologises suddenly.
I open my eyes, gazing into her blues. What was she talking about? She’s a figment of my imagination. Th
at wasn’t her.
Unless that’s what my subconscious wants her to say.
I chuckle. “It’s all right. I could never be mad at you for long, Crystal.”
She gives a cute smile, rubbing her finger up and down my cheek. “I may be mad at you out there, but in here... I only want you, Eli. My demon.”
My lip twitches, enticed by her tender words, and then I throw her back on the bed, planting kisses up and down her neck.
I can feel her pulse beneath and I bite down hard, making her squeak.
“Eli...”
“Shh, don’t talk. Just kiss,” I breathe against her neck, and she shudders, gripping strands of my hair.
Her chest heaves as I continue my course to her breasts, and I stop, savouring the moment before I finally get to see them again.
My heart thumps, and I lick my lips.
Any moment now.
Finally, that gossamer nightgown splits apart, revealing lacy white lingerie.
The blood rushes to my head as I just stare, her body spread out before me like a delicious platter. She even has on stockings and a suspender belt, and my pulse accelerates, drowning out the sound of my heavy breaths.
Her burning blues never leave me as she arches her back, popping up those perky boobs, and I start to sweat.
The bra elevates her perfect breasts, giving them a plump, supple roundness, and I just want to place my face between them.
Crystal grabs my hand and places it on top of her breasts, and I feel her heartbeat.
“I... thought you’d like them...” she whispers.
Finally, I tear my eyes away from her breasts and meet her gaze, smirking. “Were you saving them just for me?”
She nods, and her breath snags when I hook a finger beneath the clasp.
How convenient: this bra clips at the front.
“I was going to save them for our wedding night...”
I cock my head, studying her now. There’s sorrow in her eyes, and again I wonder why she speaks so much like the real Crystal.
In fact, she feels like the real Crystal. Smells like the real Crystal.
Well, this is my subconscious after all, and even though it’s only been twenty-four hours since our ‘break up’, I miss her.
I really do.
In my dreams, I’m free to take Crystal’s dripping wet pussy all I like. Not that she seems to have any qualms as she licks her lips, inviting me to snap off her bra.
