by Changelings
Bitsy slumped on the ground, stunned. Her cheeks were an icy green. Her wings were torn. The Fairy killer had hurt her. Decimus wanted to strike out in his rage. He restrained himself, standing protectively in front of her.
The Fairy killer had hurt him also. Decimus’s arm dripped with blood. He hadn’t hurt the demon. The power surging from Decimus’s rival came from great age. His healing abilities were immense. “Who are you?” Decimus demanded. It would be easier to defeat the black demon if he knew whom he was fighting.
“Death, youngster.” The Fairy killer smiled. His teeth were black. There were no whites in his eyes. His skin absorbed all light. It was like staring into an abyss. In thousands of years of living, Decimus had never seen such a thing. “Give me the Fairy, and I’ll allow you to live.”
“Find your own Fairy.” Decimus extended his arms, blocking access to her. “This one is mine.”
“You would die for a Fairy?” The rogue demon held his stomach as the park rocked with his laughter. “Are you serious, demon?”
“Dead serious.” It would be his death. If they fought, Decimus would lose. The black demon exuded the darkest and most powerful evil. The only chance he had to live was to convince his foe to hunt elsewhere. “There is easier prey for you. Leave my mate alone.”
“Your mate,” the Fairy-killing demon repeated. “You have chosen a Fairy as a mate.” He shifted in order to get a better look at Bitsy. “She appears a common Christmas Fairy. What’s so special about this one?” Intrigue sharpened his foe’s voice.
“She’s special to me.” Decimus hurried to dampen the demon’s fascination. “Only to me. She has no special powers.”
The demon’s flat black gaze met his. They stared at each other. The Fairy killer smiled slowly. “I disagree, youngster. A Fairy who teaches a demon to love is very powerful indeed.” He fanned his claws in the air. They were inches longer than Decimus’s claws. “I will have her.” He attacked.
Decimus met him halfway. Claws slashed his chest. The searing pain made him catch his breath. He slashed back. If he severely harmed the black demon, Bitsy might be able to escape him. She should try to escape now. “Run, Bits!” It was the smart thing to do but Decimus knew his Fairy. She wouldn’t leave him.
Chapter Four
“Never!” Bitsy yelled back. Fear coursed through her body. Dec would tell her to run only if he thought he’d lose. She looked around her for weapons. She wouldn’t let the black demon kill Dec.
She found a brick and threw it. It hit the black demon between his shoulder blades. He turned his head to glare at her. Dec slashed him across the throat. The black demon’s wounds healed but not as quickly as before. They were tiring him.
Hope filled Bitsy until she looked at Dec and that hope faded. He dripped with blood, his big red body crisscrossed with ugly gashes. There was weariness in the way he held his large frame. He wouldn’t outlast the black demon.
The two demons circled each other. Dec dragged one leg. His teeth ground, his jaw jutted, his face compressed with pain. He would die for her, her demon. That’s how much he loved her.
“Back away, Dec.” She couldn’t allow his senseless sacrifice.
“Never,” Dec growled. “I must protect you, Bits. He’ll kill you.”
“He’ll kill me if you die.” She touched his bloody arm. “If you fight, we both die. If I go with him, you live.” She wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing her cheek against his broad back. He leaned into her. His body was hot with pain and healing. His shallow wounds pulled closed. “Dying will be easier if I know you’re all right.”
“I won’t be all right, Bits.” His breathing was ragged. “You asked me if I’d ever leave you. I won’t. I can’t. I can’t live without you.”
“Then we fight as one.” She slipped around Dec’s body until she stood between his great arms. “And we die together.” She would die first, she knew, but that was the way she wanted it.
“How sweet.” The black demon smirked. “But the magic doesn’t work that way, sugarplum. You have to be in my arms when you die, or your loving soul will escape me. As it is” -- he looked to the darkening sky --”I won’t make my target for tonight.” He sighed dramatically. “So many Fairies to kill, so little time.” He moved closer. Bitsy felt the evil oozing from him. She pressed back into Dec. “Looks like I’ll have to slice off your head, youngster. Wouldn’t want to harm your Christmas Fairy. Well.” He laughed. “Not until the time’s right for ripping her wings off.”
He swiped with his long claws. Dec didn’t move. Bitsy braced for the connection. There was a blaze of light and the black demon flew back. She stared, clutching Dec’s arms. Blood pulsed through his veins. Her demon remained upright. He lived. The black demon shrieked. The alleyway filled with smoke.
“Fuck, he’s gone,” a deep voice rumbled. Two figures -- one short woman, one large demon, stood side by side.
“A vessel,” Dec gasped. “We are saved, Bits.” He leaned more and more into her. She struggled to remain upright.
“Max,” the woman called. “Demon going down.”
“Got it.” The huge demon ran toward them.
The weight was removed from Bitsy’s back. She turned. Dec’s eyes were closed. He was still, too still for her liking, and bloody. She touched him all over, taking inventory of his wounds. Some gashes were so deep, she saw bone. “Is he going to be all right?” she asked the stranger.
“He’ll live, Fairy.” The newcomer smiled. “And what doesn’t kill us makes us stronger. That is truer of demons than with any other being. What is also true of demons is we don’t love.” He winked.
“Don’t listen to him.” The tiny brunette swatted the big demon’s shoulder. “Max loves me, and your demon loves you. The others gave up their Fairies without a fight. He almost died for you.”
Bitsy blinked back tears. She smoothed Dec’s thick black eyebrows. “I love him too.” Her voice broke. “So much.”
The unusual couple exchanged an amused glance. “We know,” they said in unison, causing them to laugh.
Chapter Five
“Bits!” Decimus hollered, pulling at his restraints. “Release me at once!” He was chained spread eagle to her bed. He’d enjoy the position if Bitsy were in the room, but she wasn’t in the room. She had deserted him.
“You’re not healed yet, Dec.” Bitsy appeared in the doorway, naked except for a pair of bright purple thong panties with “Property Of Decimus” written across them. “Kayla says you have to stay in bed until you’re healed. You’re not to shift either.” She waved her finger. Her torn wings fluttered in unison. She was also healing, thankfully, but more slowly than he was. “You’re to stay in demon form,” she continued her chastising.
That damn vessel. Yes, she’d helped saved their lives and for that, he was grateful, but she’d also filled Bits’s already imaginative brain full of nonsensical tips on how to handle demons. “You know why vessels are so rare? Because they talk about things they shouldn’t. I don’t want to hear anything more about what Kayla said.”
“Is that right?” Bits sashayed her tight ass into the room, rounding the foot of the bed. Her breasts were firm and luscious. Decimus licked his suddenly dry lips. “So I shouldn’t take her advice?” The bed dipped as she sat down beside him.
“No.” He yanked his arms, trying to free his wrists. The posts creaked a protest. He had to touch her, preferably with his painfully erect cock.
She leaned forward, her breasts inches away from his face. “So I shouldn’t lick your horns?”
Decimus stilled, his body rigid. “What?”
“I shouldn’t do this?” She stuck out her cute little forest green tongue and licked his right horn from its base all the way to its tip. He must have died in the city park because her touch sent him straight to paradise.
“Bits!” He jerked against his chains, his cock squirting hot cum. “Fuck.” He sagged. A bedpost toppled over, crashing into the wall. His bonds loosened. He
slipped his wrists out, curving his hands over his Fairy’s pert ass.
Bitsy’s beautiful face registered dismay. “Oh, dear, we’ve broken another bed.” She rested her chin on the center of his chest. “Are you happy, Dec? You’re free now. I guess I can’t do those other things to you.” Her eyes sparkled with mischief.
He smelled her pussy’s wetness. The mischief she was considering was his favorite kind, sexual. “What other things?” He extended his arms again. If she wanted to play games, he’d happily participate.
“It involves…” She caught his flicking tail. The sharp razor tip, like his claws, was retracted. She wiggled out of her thong panties and stroked his tail over her thigh.
“Where?” He gulped. Where did she want him to put his tail?
“You mean, where first?” She licked his tail and then glanced at his cock. It was hard again but that was from being close to her. Tails were like fingers. They weren’t as sensitive as horns and cocks. “Hhhmmm…” She peered up at his left horn.
Holy hell. He squirmed. She was going to lick him again. He had lied to the black demon when he said Bitsy had no special powers. No one teased and pleased like his Christmas Fairy.
“Bring your minty-fresh pussy up here, Bits.” He wanted to taste her while she tasted him.
“I don’t think your horn will fit.” Her forehead wrinkled with confusion. His horn certainly wouldn’t fit. That wasn’t what he wanted her pussy for. He stuck out his forked demon tongue. “Ohhh…” Her eyes widened with understanding. “I don’t know…” She flung a leg over his wide chest. “If I sit on your head, I’ll squish you.” She wormed her way up his body, leaving a glistening trail of sparkles behind her.
“You can’t squish me.” The thought of a Fairy squishing a demon made him chuckle. She frowned at him, and he nearly got a kick to the chin as she threw her feet over his shoulders. He watched as she rocked back and forth, beating her torn wings. She couldn’t get airborne. “My hands are free,” he pointed out, helpfully.
“You shouldn’t exert yourself.” Her bottom lip plumped with frustration. “You’re supposed to be resting.”
He took that as acceptance. “Cupping your sweet ass is not an exertion.” He lifted her until her pussy brushed his lips. She weighed nothing. “And I’ll rest my tongue inside you.” He swiped it over her. She gasped. “You taste good, Fairy.” His tongue tingled with her flavor.
“You are a demon.” She tugged at his hair. Pain shot through his scalp.
He nibbled on her mint-flavored folds. “I am your demon.” He drew back the flesh around her clit. “Today.” He swirled his forked tongue around that pleasure button. She wriggled in his palms. “Tomorrow.” He tapped her clit smartly. She cried out in both anguish and ecstasy. He smiled. His mate needed pain to bring her pleasure. “Forever.” He vibrated his tongue over her tender skin until she shook, fluttering like her fragile wings.
“I can’t… please, Dec!” she begged. But he knew she could. She could take even more. He sped up the vibrations.
“Dec!” She grabbed his horns. He jerked. Her loving grip was erotically tight. She rubbed with her soft hands, tormenting him as he was tormenting her.
“Now, Bits,” he commanded. He tapped her clit hard with his tongue. She flew out of his hands, pressing her lips against his left horn, sucking and licking. The contact overwhelmed his control. He thrust his hips forward, cum shooting out of his cock in a joyous arc of release.
Bits flopped down on his chest. Her wings beat slower and slower, fanning cool air over their hot skin. “I love you, Dec,” she whispered into his healing wounds.
He stroked along her sides, over her ass. Emotion swept over him. The emotion wasn’t rage or hate or lust. It was that other emotion he felt when he was with Bitsy. “Forever,” was all Decimus could say.
Cynthia Sax
Cynthia Sax lives in a world where demons aren’t all bad, angels aren’t all good, and magic happens every single day. Although her heroes may not always say, “I love you,” they will do anything for the women they love. They live passionately. They fight fiercely. They love the same women forever.
Cynthia has loved the same wonderful man forever. Her supportive hubby offers himself up to the joys and pains of research. He receives a daily briefing on what every character is doing. You can also learn what Cynthia Sax’s characters are doing by visiting her website at www.CynthiaSax.com or emailing her directly at [email protected]. Visit changelingpress.com/author.php?uid=133 for more titles by Cynthia.
Christmas in the Zone
Isabella Jordan
Two guys, two gals, and an aphrodisiac under the tree…
Vampires Rick and Maddox have seen more Christmases than anyone should be subjected to but their ladies, Julia and Madeline respectively, want at least a small celebration of the holiday this year. As a gift, Rick hopes to present Julia with a special aphrodisiac for a truly memorable holiday. The trouble starts when the gift turns out to be a super aphrodisiac that causes Julia to be in an insatiable state of arousal. Was the gift a mistake or a trap? Can Maddox and Madeline find an antidote? Can Rick keep up until they do?
The Gift
“Ladies, open your eyes,” Rick announced when the four of them came to a stop.
Julia already had an idea what the surprise was since she and Madeline had only been hinting about having a Christmas celebration for weeks. Still, she couldn’t keep the smile from her face when she saw the magnificent decorations that transformed Rick’s normally sedate mansion into an abode the legendary St. Nicholas himself would be proud to call home.
Behind her Madeline squealed. “It’s beautiful!”
And it was. From the enormous Christmas tree adorned in shining silver ornaments and pure white ribbon to the fragrant poinsettias and holly that framed the fireplace with its cheery fire, the parlor was better than anything Julia could have dreamed up.
“Do you like it?” Mischief sparkled in Rick’s onyx eyes, making her suspect there was more to the surprise than the scenery.
“Like it? I love it.”
“If you like this, you’re really going to love the rawhide bone I got for you,” Maddox taunted her with a teasing smile.
“Maddox, you ass, not even you can spoil this for me,” Julia assured him. Since Madeline’s arrival into their lives, she took his dog jokes -- he enjoyed taunting her for being werewolf -- in stride. But as much as Julia adored Madeline, and she was begrudgingly starting to like Maddox because of her, she’d never ever let him think he’d bested her. It was a pride thing. A werewolf thing. And in the company of so many vampires, Maddox and her lover Rick included, maintaining her identity was important.
Rick shot his friend an admonishing look before turning on that smile that always stopped her cold. Now his dark eyes were smoldering.
“I think for a gift we can do much better than that.” Rick’s tone held promise.
“Well, it’s Christmas Eve so I get to open it now, right?” Julia teased.
Rick cut his eyes to Maddox, which irritated her because she knew then that Rick’s friend was in on whatever the secret was. Why was she always the last to know things? Or did it just irk her because her lover was always in the know? Rick could read minds.
“Perhaps a private time later,” Rick suggested. “I can give it to you when we’re alone.”
Julia cocked an eyebrow at him, curious as hell now.
“We’re all big people here, dead and alive,” she pointed out. “Let’s see it.”
Rick sighed. He even seemed a little flustered. Okay, now she was sure it had something to do with sex. Julia smiled. Her Rick could be so old-fashioned at times. Her kind, the werewolves, were so open about sex and would often mate in groups. She’d always found watching someone else fuck while she was being fucked only pushed her own desire higher.
That wasn’t to say Rick wasn’t a fantastic lover because he knew how to keep her very happy. But the more she thought about it, the more she
wanted to shake him out of his comfort zone. Julia found herself wanting to challenge him sexually.
“Well?” Julia prompted him.
Maddox’s expression was hard to read but Madeline was definitely curious. Her gaze was riveted on Rick as he went to the foot of the enormous Christmas tree and fished out a small box wrapped in golden paper, tied with a blood red bow. Julia thought Madeline might go with her on this experiment she’d come up with on the fly. Madeline had once been a prostitute and it wasn’t like she had any illusions about sex.
Rick approached her with the package in hand and she could tell he was trying so hard to keep his expression blank. He was doing a terrible job of it. A myriad of emotions flashed across his handsome face. Embarrassment, curiosity, desire… His black eyes were gleaming. It had heat pooling low in her middle.
Julia snatched the box away from him before he could change his mind and proceeded to rip through the wrappings and flimsy cardboard box in very short order. Inside the box was a beautiful bottle, fashioned in blue glass with a shape very similar to an hourglass. The liquid-filled container was sealed by a simple piece of cork at the top.
“What do we have here?” Julia teased him, letting all the wrapping fall to the floor while she held onto the bottle and worked the cork out of the top. Once she’d freed it, a delicate fragrance filled the air before her. The scent reminded her of flowers at first. But it lingered, somehow becoming a heavier scent. More heat, more wetness gathered between her thighs.
“Your present,” Rick answered simply.
Julia cocked a brow at him. It smelled good, but weird. Very weird. “It’s not perfume, right?”